<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472</id><updated>2011-08-01T15:23:31.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ysaera_autumnleaf_elf223's space</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-7079098656033244711</id><published>2009-09-09T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T02:16:16.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS BLOG HAS MOVED.&lt;br /&gt;i know declare it officially dead and dumb.&lt;br /&gt;CYA.&lt;br /&gt;http://mistfraction.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thie mist calls....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-7079098656033244711?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/7079098656033244711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=7079098656033244711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/7079098656033244711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/7079098656033244711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-blog-has-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-139138653057528599</id><published>2009-09-04T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T05:48:25.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>people think about life and death many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes you may get to a point where nothing matters any more and you just came this close to death.&lt;br /&gt;So close..you can feel the wind sending tingles up your skin...&lt;br /&gt;but you don't feel anything but numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bottomless pit of despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I hate feeling self-pity. but what else can i do?&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE out there, if you're listening to me, please pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;because heaven knows what I'm going to do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know anything anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-139138653057528599?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/139138653057528599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=139138653057528599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/139138653057528599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/139138653057528599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2009/09/people-think-about-life-and-death-many.html' title=''/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-9024355469919568633</id><published>2009-09-04T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T05:44:16.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so sick and tired of everything in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel if you can't be yourself, and everyone's pressuring you,&lt;br /&gt;pushing down on you, until you feel like a worthless little dot on the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts. It really hurts. How did things become this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By trying to help someone somebody else hates you..&lt;br /&gt;it's not like i help people because there's a benefit to it.&lt;br /&gt;i don't give a shit about what i gain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if there's other people who you know were just like you, it's really hard to ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;because friends stick through thick and thin. I still hope that there are people who really do care about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people aren't selfish every now and then, nobody else is going to care because you should face your own problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT this...i don't want to hurt anybody. I don't know why everything's so messed up like this and i can't tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if i'm doomed never to have a friend close to me. i wouldn't blame her if she and her friend patched up and ganged up on me. coz i'm horrible.&lt;br /&gt;im just feeling so sick and trapped and tired coz every little thing i do might hurt someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-9024355469919568633?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/9024355469919568633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=9024355469919568633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/9024355469919568633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/9024355469919568633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-so-sick-and-tired-of-everything-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-5859906199743663978</id><published>2009-03-05T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T04:21:42.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm super irritated at a certain SOMEONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;she doesn't fcking listen, she doesn't UNDERSTAND, she thinks she's better than anyone else!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I won't name names. but im PISSED, because nothing can get through her thick skull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;what does she want with me?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;why can't she be better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;why can't i try and be nicer to her, even though i end up hating her again ANYWAYS?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WHY CAN'T SHE REALISE THAT THERE ARE THINGS IN THIS WORLD WHICH ARE BEYOND YOUR CONTROL?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you think you HAVE to be better than anyone else, but you're NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you're just a normal person, like us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and if you could be more POLITE and MINDFUL of your surroundings, i would want to be your friend again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I preferred it a few years back, but now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;there's nothing to talk about, unless you're really willing to listen to the people around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so get a life, and get BETTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-5859906199743663978?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/5859906199743663978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=5859906199743663978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/5859906199743663978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/5859906199743663978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-super-irritated-at-certain-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-7283249729731816144</id><published>2009-01-08T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T05:53:46.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;hey, ysaera here.well i'd like to give link:premonition~ a try: tell me whatcha think, it's rather short, sorry. it's kind of an impromptu story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;YEP, another story. XD ENJOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world called Unitycross, in the country of Eve, there are certain days where it is considered a curse to have happy occasions held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these was February 29th.&lt;br /&gt;The dark day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leaders of the country were called the Alpha and the Omega: the Beginning and the End.&lt;br /&gt;and the Omega gave birth on the 29th.&lt;br /&gt;To twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem about twins was that they signified the end of an era; and to make matters worse they were born on the Dark day. The dark day occured several centuries ago when the moon changed it's phase. instead of turning into a new moon, which meant that the moon could not be seen( a lunar eclipse), a solar eclipse occured at the exact moment both twins entered the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was the first solar eclipse in a millenium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last solar eclipse had also borne a twin with it;&lt;br /&gt;the surviving twins, cursed by the unnatural happening, had a scar as a reminder of that day. It was the unlucky scar known as the dark scar, cursed with death. The twins died only hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To create the final setback, both twins had been born at EXACTLY the same time- a phenomenon that had never happened in Unitycross' entire history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These twins had also received the dreaded scar of death; the only way to divert the curse was to separate the twins for an eternity. And to make things even stranger the twins would be the exact opposite of each other- when one was ill the other was well, and vice versa. This also applied to their spiritual welfare. To make one of the twins wholly spiritual, the other had to be halved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, the alpha and the omega blessed the twins with the powers of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;But something happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it was a solar eclipse-the sun was covered by the moon.&lt;br /&gt;As a result, the other twin was given the powers of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they hastily sent the two babies to different countries, one to the realm of sun, Flame, and the other to the realm of moon, Eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two babies were boy and girl- the boy was blessed with the powers of the sun and a healthy body and the girl was blessed with the powers of the moon,a sickly body- but a spirit so strong it could move the universe- this was essential to control the powers at her will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl was named Rain and the boy was named Aon. Rain was sent to Eclipse and Aon to Flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they were the unlucky twins who had survived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-7283249729731816144?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/7283249729731816144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=7283249729731816144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/7283249729731816144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/7283249729731816144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-ysaera-here.html' title=''/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-8437034162143727648</id><published>2009-01-08T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T05:52:22.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm transferring some stories from my story blog to here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*starts copying and pasting* it's the Ysaera link on the list, if you're interested. If you wanna know why im posting this..well it's coz im bored and lazy to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ENJOY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Prologue&lt;br /&gt;" I will call you...Miyuki, for you are like the snow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago, a seven-year old human girl was abandoned in the world of vampires,Thern, all alone. The girl's memory was erased, and no evidence of her past life remained, except a scarlet rose tattoo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, give that back!" grinned Aaren, panting as he chased the girl." Hell no!" yelled the girl cheekily and sticking her tongue out.&lt;br /&gt;"Try and make me!" she taunted. The girl had shoulder length amethyst hair and ultramarine eyes. The boy had flyaway, messy brown locks, and eyes so green they were uncanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, they stopped and lay down on the grass, breathless." Geez, you never grow up, don't you?"teased Aaren.&lt;br /&gt;"I suppose so," laughed Elenje good-naturedly. She tossed her hair over her shoulders and smiled at Aaren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaren, quietly stunned for a moment, was lost in her smile. He looked away awkwardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a sad smile surfaced on Elenje's face." It's been ten years, huh?" she wondered aloud, looking up at the sky." Huh?" Aaren snapped to attention.&lt;br /&gt;"No, it's nothing..." she muttered, glancing away. A dark look crossed the girl's features but disappeared almost as soon as it had come.&lt;br /&gt;Aaren caught the look, puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elenje had forgotten her name, and the kind vampires that had adopted her had named her Elenje, after a rare vampiric jewel whose beauty many would kill,or had killed for.Aaren's parents had adopted her when she was 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two teens sat up, enjoying the breeze."You know,"stated Aaren," you haven't changed much since back then when we first met." Elenje smiled dreamily. "Yeah...." Aaren, once again taken in by that smile of hers, lost his sense of time. Everything else seemed to be in a blur except for Elenje. Suddenly realising he was staring at her, he mentally slapped himself and quickly looked the other way.Luckily, she hadn't noticed. Aaren had also been adopted into the family around the same time as Elenje.Aaren was a despised"crescent" for he was descended from a half human, half vampire bloodline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes his vampire instincts would react and it would be hard to control his bloodlust. Unlike Elenje's unknown origins, Aaren did have his own. He had been part of the most dominant crescent clan in Thern,but due to arson,and much treachery and betrayal among the clan and it's alliances, the result was that Aaren had lost his clan and he had never disclosed his origins to a soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite Aaren's dark origins, he had a carefree personality and was cheerful most of the time. Half-no, more than half- of the girls in their village would die for him gladly. Elenje, on the other hand, was very closed of and tight lipped around strangers. She held a rather mysterious aura about her.But to Aaren, Elenje was childish, even plain tomboyish, and tons of fun. She was somewhat popular among BOTH the boys and girls in their village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elenje had a secret no one else knew-she had a scarlet rose tattoo on her back of her neck. It was the only clue that could lead her to finding her origins. The tatoo, she'd discovered, had strange runes and intricate insignias etched on it-and it smelt like blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was even scarier was that the tatto could never be washed off, and when a "Twilight" species of vampire came near her, the tatto would glow, her blood would react and pulsate strongly, and she would smell of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the trial for Blood rose, and I hope that anyone who reads this will like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ysaera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-8437034162143727648?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/8437034162143727648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=8437034162143727648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/8437034162143727648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/8437034162143727648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-transferring-some-stories-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-5201984932787097755</id><published>2009-01-07T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T03:35:31.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;owch. School's starting to make itself felt again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;we have a study skills camp from 8am till 5pm tmr.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;BUT NO LESSONS. WHOPEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;anyway, today? hmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;lagged alot of stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;got hw alot.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;had practice....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;got new team members...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;still have muscle ache...(!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;going to manga.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;wondering how am i gonna live without manga class....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;coz schoolworks gonna pile up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;am i awesome or what? = =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;well, i finished lit AND project and brought to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;didn't forget to bring ANYTH. =DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;anywaysss....this year i resolve to be a guai kia = =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;if not, well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and i gotta play for sch mass..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;OH YEAH it's this monday at 3. kenna sai...no i mean got someone nd hear me play..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ya.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;anyways i nd go manga now so bbs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;check my new blog arhs XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and thanks joey for spamming my tag box. just keep doing that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;see ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-5201984932787097755?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/5201984932787097755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=5201984932787097755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/5201984932787097755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/5201984932787097755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2009/01/owch.html' title=''/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-5950034257548080830</id><published>2009-01-06T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T04:53:38.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;HEY ALL,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;just wanted to say i created a new blog, and i m REALLY REALLY REALLY busy. insanely busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;today sch was like until2.15 with our project due tmr and i was like supposed to have 2 2-hr tuitions..DD=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;anyways i got lucky and got math/sc tuition cancelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;coz after chinese tuition was like damn shack larh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;-factors contributing to this-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;1. I'm sick..down with a cold and sore-throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;2. muscle ache from sunday, and yesterday had a run around VJ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;3. Ran today too = =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;4. had badminton practice yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;5. Need moree sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;6. stress(hw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;7. walked again 1. smth km after tuition....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;8. fell down after badminton, so body recovering from bruises, cuts, muscle aches, sickness, fatigue and the list goes on...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;SCHOOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;So ya. And that's my life in a nutshell for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;and i got 3 more things to say what happened in the morn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;had to go at back of court to meet councillors, then go to badminton meet at courtyard, THEN go to a teacher who called my name and then i didn't know wth was happening but she saw i was a councillor and said she was gonna pass the msg to me = =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;LIKE WHOA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;stopstopstop!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;today's an overload..and the teacher was talking about some interview...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;= =! on disneychannel or something...&gt; &lt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;okokok STOP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;my new blog link's at the bottom of my links. &lt;a href="http://coldpoopykapoopy.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coldpoopykapoopy.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just drop by and take a look-see. tell me whatcha think!&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Azurex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-5950034257548080830?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/5950034257548080830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=5950034257548080830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/5950034257548080830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/5950034257548080830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-all-just-wanted-to-say-i-created.html' title=''/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-3039398988349495281</id><published>2009-01-05T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T04:55:42.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yes I know Joey's been laffing at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and anyway today's news:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;School wasn't effing awesome. it was effing crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i mean idk.......the teacherss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1 of them= danger zone. but the other was nice luh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and then my duties arh............= =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;rly i was THE ONLY ONE who kenna-ed the 4 duties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;for a whole term. &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;textbook lag today. i got lucky in lit~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i guessed the right book to bring: THE MERCHANT OF VENICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;um ya. anyways.....guess what? I had some books in a book-binder in my left arm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my racquetcase( 2 rackets + 2 shirts+ pair of shoes = =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and a backpack.....erk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;overloadd&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yep. and it was a real damn struggle coz they're not exactly light, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OK, i'll skip to after we got our journals and ate lunch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;CCA time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;CCA was awesome, except for a rly snooty attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and the best part's coming....(this was after training)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;While teacher-in-charge was lecturing us, I sneezed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mucus came out, and i had to, like cover my nose with a hand( my pinky finger nearly cramped)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and THEN, after what seemed like an ETERNITY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the coach noticed, pointed at me and gestured to my nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So i asked tanya/tania wad to do. coz, like nobody else had tissue - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;she said, run to toilet. and FAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;therefore i ran. and you know the hall was like, closed with/by shutters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so i had to creep out from underneath. but then i was in a hurry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so i ran (duck-ran) underneath it, and then..misjudging my speed, my legs gave out from under me and i tripped and fell. there was a LOUD crash and i swore, " SHIT! WAH LAO EH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and then i quickly got up and ran to the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;felt like damn stupid and it was painful. and when i got back like everyone was asking me if i was ok. and even though i wanted to tell them; "NO I'M RLY NOT OKAY!" i just like grinned sheepishly and said ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;erhhh.. so now my left elbow and palm is screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and my mum's treating me like im some china doll made of porcelain....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's damn irritating. so i snap at her. LOTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thus thats the part i really wanna say...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-3039398988349495281?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/3039398988349495281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=3039398988349495281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/3039398988349495281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/3039398988349495281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-i-know-joeys-been-laffing-at-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-2315345364255924269</id><published>2009-01-02T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:48:24.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;whoa.can you like say DRASTIC personality change? like LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;anyways, i'll give you what happened today and yesterday,because i've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;just joined the student council.= =;; i'm a trainee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The stuff you DON't know: trainees(me) and junior and senior councillors have like, duties = =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;here's for the most part; after i checked the notice board, guess what??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;on thursday and friday the morning prayer duty was assigned to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;as well as inside patrolling on thurs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and i didn't see this one yesterday. Today i found out that i have another duty on tues!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;WHYYYY.. &gt; &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;actually i do kinda know why about the prayer duty part-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;one of the exCOs used to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my manga class&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at MPCC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So now she knows im a trainee and she tells me she's hell-bent on getting me to do work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ANYWAYS, what happened yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;first day of school. assembled in the hall landing at like 6,40!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;sms was issued beforehand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and then we started with the class-in-charge duties. It was ok except that my partner, Shannen, came abit late, coz of her schoolbus..... i ean, idk ok with that, but, i mean, i'm an effing total newbie! i coulda suffered heart attack by now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;wells, anyway the bad part abt being in charge of your own class is that they're totally not scared of u, so it's hard to keep things in order....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;well, there's a catch to everything, i guess................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and anyways, today, which is like FRIGGING SATURDAY(!!) we had the 2nd part of our CCA fair....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tell you the truth, i was ACTUALLY looking forward to this... I mean like, COME ON! we want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ppl to join our cca-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;okay that's beside the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hmph. so today we had to go to school at 6.45?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*lack of sleeppppppp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and then i was stuck with the sec 1s CCA fair tour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i mean, Adeline was nice, you know? and i'm not reallyyyyyyyy complaining about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;im trying to be unbiased...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;well anyway i was in charge of 101- btw adeline held the placard and from far 101 looks like lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;haha. so when we were in the tour one thing that REALLY REALLY REALLY irked me was that not all of the classmates were co-operative- in fact some weren't listening, and you had to practically yell at them to get away from the booth, we're following a schedule!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so yeah.. i was pissed. and this part too. when we were looking at CCAs in the upper foyer, we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lost some students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and then ONLY when we went to the choir booth, we managed to drag the "lost sheep" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;to look at the choir's demo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;way to go, KCC.=DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I GTG NOW.... erk.. thinki've spent too much time blogging( im under cover)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i haven't quite said all the things i want to say though. summary: ria offered to be my inside patrol replacement, and i actually sang the national anthem with my arms clasped behind my back! (oh shyt. just damn swt isn't it...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oh wells. bb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-2315345364255924269?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/2315345364255924269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=2315345364255924269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/2315345364255924269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/2315345364255924269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2009/01/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-8527305512828357760</id><published>2008-12-21T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:36:44.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Like wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;everytime i blog my mood keeps differing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;is this what you call a mood swing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ok my audi life is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;lvl 10- wanna know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ok fine fine fine! i cheated ._. i got my fren to play for me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(she's lvl 20..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Also, bought my first a-cash with kim.(and another 10k afterwards)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;broke up with my first cpl thanks to Yuharu.[influenced]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hmm..maybe i should thank him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;anyways on tuesday(wednesday?????monday????) kurokuro and yuharu met (through me of course XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and once we played together, we practically went everywhere together. (=w= so fun sia.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;it was funny- yuharu kept saying we suck and we kept kicking him and shouting abuse (actually this can't even qualify as verbal abuse-we were playing audi.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;for that whole day we granted yuharu a store of fame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;everywhere we played (while i made the room) used his name.lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;anyways kurokuro bought new hair~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and it's also quite fun to keep typing that. i dunno larhs, i like the name XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;kurokuro calls me whitewhite lolz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oh and btw i have 5 meis! (panicpanic) i have a STM so that makes me a rly bad jie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ive forgotten 2 or 3 of them &gt; &lt;.. sorry meis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and chelsea-jie and my fren michelle frm drama class go to same sch! but sadly i won't be attending drama class anymore nxt year &gt; &lt;&lt;(NOOOOO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so i asked jie to ask michelle her email and tell her that im not coming anymore...lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i got 2 jies btw..XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ok im pretty much rambling off so i'll stop okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;see if i can contain myself enough to stop writing here. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;bbs!(for now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-8527305512828357760?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/8527305512828357760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=8527305512828357760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/8527305512828357760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/8527305512828357760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2008/12/like-wtf.html' title=''/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-2720289760221216100</id><published>2008-10-21T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:37:47.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now, I'm asking myself- What am I going to do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sit here idly. In the face of reality I really don't have a future.&lt;br /&gt;I can't become an artist- My art is not of a high standard- besides, I won't earn money that way, so i can't support myself, even if, by a stroke of luck, I miraculously attain a scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't become a sports figure. Really- my skills are too lax. The kids at the training place are way better than mine and I don't know what to say in defense of my CCA- except that everything's low pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A writer. I won't be able to support myself, anyway. I'm telling you, reality is cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pianist. Ha! A pipe dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A singer. They'll hear me when pigs fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the occupations that I wouldn't mind doing. But of course, these are impossible. I'd never be able to support myself doing any of these.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what else to say, except that I'm lost...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-2720289760221216100?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/2720289760221216100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=2720289760221216100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/2720289760221216100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/2720289760221216100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2008/10/right-now-im-asking-myself-what-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-5873774904938784266</id><published>2008-10-21T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:31:37.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I felt myself going pale. If looks were based on emotions, I would've been a dead white by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Too many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I can only do so much at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Borderline pass exam grades, homework grades, using another years' time to finish my exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A computer addict, a pessimist, realist, a lazy procrastinator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'm feeling all the negative effects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'm starting to mess up the papers in my bag again; I'm worried if they do filing checks next year- I feel the need to play the computer every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The deception i handle is too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Another music lesson may be cancelled tomorrow. I'm SUPPOSED to find out things for myself, not others for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I don't understand what kind of path my life will take after secondary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I asked my mother," Which do you think is more important- Academic skills or non-academic skills?" Even though I already knew the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And, against my will- even though I prepared myself- my eyes had a mind of their own. They filled with tears. " Academic skills," my mother had answered, at the steering wheel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Even worse, I felt left out. Of the incident I will provide no details. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I feel rotten and horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-5873774904938784266?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/5873774904938784266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=5873774904938784266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/5873774904938784266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/5873774904938784266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-felt-myself-going-pale.html' title=''/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-8930313681264573295</id><published>2008-10-01T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:07:58.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It lesson happenings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The class was abuzz with excitement. Averyn walks just behind my chair, menacingly placing a hand on the computer table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alethea looks over, peering at the document.&lt;br /&gt;Mumbling, she turns away, then glances back again.&lt;br /&gt;She chuckles, looks again, and turns back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell me that I type fast. Averyn makes weird noises behind me with queer hand motions.&lt;br /&gt;They tell me I can be a receptionist. Averyn laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my left belle chuckles and talks with Bernadette. She tells me crapu.&lt;br /&gt;Averyn is nowhere to be seen. I look around.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is as per normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly averyn comes back again. Peering over the screen, she laughs again.&lt;br /&gt;She lunges desperately for a paper,.&lt;br /&gt;A bottle of immortality lies on the screen of the computer. “You look like you’re playing the piano,” she tells me. “What the hell,”&lt;br /&gt;She grins and chuckles.&lt;br /&gt;Then reaches for the wallet on my left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She notes that I monitor her every move. “Are you a detective?” she asks me.&lt;br /&gt;“I need my seat back.” She whines.&lt;br /&gt;Alethea peers over to see what I’m writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She’s more like a CCTV camera, “ Alethea observes.&lt;br /&gt;Averyn walks around alethea, talking nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t talk nonsense.” She says, looking at me.”Well, maybe I do.”&lt;br /&gt;The teacher walks in, and Averyn taps my elbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue typing miscellaneous poppycock and utterly ruin the document.&lt;br /&gt;Belle reads it and turns back.&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve found it,” Alethea suddenly announces.&lt;br /&gt;Averyn recites a website from memory.&lt;br /&gt;“ I want to go back to Indi,” AVeryn says. “It's Indo, not Indi,” she protests.&lt;br /&gt;I correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Am I like very crappy or smth? why must you talk about me??” she looks quizzically at me.&lt;br /&gt;She places two palms on the right side of the keyboard. I continue typing. She withdraws one and then places the other to her stomach. Her arm goes on and off the table. She encourages me to type lots about her. “ EWw no! I dun have a big ego and im not that proud.” She says. But you can  tell from her voice that she's lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burst inot howls of laughter. I clap my hands. Averyn plays with her fingers. She glances at both alethea and my computer screens. “Claire, please stop typing,” she pleads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately it is not within my nature to practice self-control.&lt;br /&gt;I clap my hands. She looks around again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-8930313681264573295?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/8930313681264573295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=8930313681264573295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/8930313681264573295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/8930313681264573295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-lesson-happenings-class-was-abuzz.html' title=''/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-1138783126282643804</id><published>2008-09-26T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:22:52.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Randomness in my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Upon my visit to the washroom, I returned, half-asleep, but pleasantly surprised to find that my right eye had finally developed a double-eyelid to balance the two eyes. I opened the study door only to find my tutor had declared the lesson over and was waiting for me so she could then depart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Surprised but nevertheless happy at both discoveries, I guided her out of the house, when she saws my mother reading her daily papers, comfortably nestled on the sofa. I broke the news to her that I had developed another double eyelid. She laughed, and she and the tutor began to converse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I was devastated and torn beyond shock to hear my tutor announce to my mother," I was thinking of having &lt;em&gt;two &lt;/em&gt;tuition sessions straight tomorrow,(four &lt;em&gt;delightfully&lt;/em&gt; heavy study  hours) since we haven't gone through geometrical constructions yet and her test is in two days' time. I could come at half-past noon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Good Lord," I said. They both turned and looked at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My mother offered her own opinion," She has a two-hour badminton session tomorrow, so I think it would be rather..difficult to manage."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;" Then.. I could come at about half-past ten?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My mother's brows frowned in consideration." What about a three-hour-session? She could use the extra hour for science next week."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;A negotiation was reached, and the tutor departed, satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My mother called me to examine my double-eyelids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Oh, so now both your eyes are balanced."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Naturally so."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;" It could disappear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;" Is that possible?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"You could inject your eyes with botox." she motioned with her hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;" Disgusting!" I declared, with utter contempt and obvious disgust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My mother chuckled, and I headed back to the study room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-1138783126282643804?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/1138783126282643804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=1138783126282643804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/1138783126282643804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/1138783126282643804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2008/09/randomness-in-my-house-upon-my-visit-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-1008125098964079390</id><published>2008-09-19T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T06:46:19.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'm getting tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Really tired. so i'm just going to blog my feelings here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Deep pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;When will this ever end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'm so tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;pulling through; opening subliminal gates to the secret utopia ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;where the depths of my strength and nature lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;For it is here where i can truly be myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;People see me as different; I myself have no idea where i am right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;It's like I'm in a room full of scents that are so mixed up that i don't know which is the one I'm looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Like a shadow cast on the wall that's lingering from the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;What is the light?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; Like flowers that bloom quietly with no purpose; what exactly am i doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Like the way footsteps leave their mark behind on white sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I don't know who or where I am at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'm looking into my feelings and all i can see is a stranger looking back at me; just a shell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A shell. &lt;em&gt;Kuu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Will i always be empty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;What am i looking for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Why do i keep feeling like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-1008125098964079390?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/1008125098964079390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=1008125098964079390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/1008125098964079390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/1008125098964079390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-getting-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-4454267169303582992</id><published>2008-07-16T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:58:40.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As of today my motto is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but you probably know that already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really really really hate some of the teachers here. you wouldn't believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But lets not go into details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So an update, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay. I'm writing fanfiction right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;go to &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/"&gt;www.fanfiction.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and search for user azurex.The stories under my name are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A coincidental meeting, and The Kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Under Black Cat and Touka getta-category anime and manga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nothing much going on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just busy-ness, since today's a thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;See yah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ysaera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-4454267169303582992?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/4454267169303582992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=4454267169303582992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/4454267169303582992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/4454267169303582992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-of-today-my-motto-is-life-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-7841407363444078074</id><published>2008-06-17T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T03:55:06.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The newest story ever on MOE-taku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hinted incest-you have been forewarned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It tilted alarmingly towards that area, but it's not now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;See how it goes! enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;::ysaera::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Kaon jumped through the hellish looking ruins of phoerax , leaned back on a nearly collapsed brick, "this is surely the hardest mission yet..now, what else is left to finish off but the orb?" she said, looking around in circles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; Examining the area with her x-ray vision, she decided to stealthily plan for an attack for the horde of the evil dwarfs and goblins . "Dwarves? Goblins? weren't they supposed to be sworn enemies? Why are they helping each other?"she wondered aloud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"What the heck is the world turning into? I am very confused.I shall consult my twin, Kazu." drawing a circle, she applied her magic and summoned her handsome twin. She greeted him, hugging him happily.he grinned,hugging her back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"How is your mission, i missed you lots. it's been quite long..." he bent down to kiss his dear Kaon on the dim lights underground.Blushing,Kaon changed the topic " the Goblins and Dwarves,"she said, serious-"how could they have formed alliances?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i'll update when the story has progressed more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;so please be patient! right now that's exactly where they have stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;::ysaera::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-7841407363444078074?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/7841407363444078074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=7841407363444078074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/7841407363444078074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/7841407363444078074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2008/06/newest-story-ever-on-moe-taku.html' title=''/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-7495370002211717860</id><published>2008-06-17T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T03:49:17.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;3rd part! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A man was recruited undercover to find a cure but he failed to find Leng-Chi's urine that can help cure the incurable disease of the arsehole diarrhoea. Knowing he failed, he betrayed THE Lord Druaga by killing Leng-Chi and drank his urine,gleefully smiling away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;After quenching his thirst,(rather disgustingly)he headed towards a small village named Konoha village on a top of Druaga's fat and jelly like belly. On his head was a man-sized bacteria that kept sucking on  his little brain (until he fainted).But when he farted, Lord Druaga exploded into a flying fire cracker disappearing from the Universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The main-chara ( the girl remember? the one in the prev ep,who was sleeping) finally got kissed in the anus by the man(whose hobby was farting in response to funky music.)She awoke, screaming screaming and unconsciously shitted (into his nose.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Breathing it down , he said," that's the best shit I've ever tasted!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Now thirsty again,he proceeded to hungrily suck her coffee cup full of blended shit. she shrieked, disgusted,vomiting on his fat, round face( that was blob-like and had pits with smelly armpits.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Deadly head lock" was his name, yet he lost to a woman who made him dig his grave and suck her toiletbowl sparkly clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then the toilet suddenly exploded due to lack of of sufficient pylons, which made poop fly onto everyone's face,killing them instantly,happily ever after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;thank you MOE-taku and i hope you readers like this short(yet long) story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The next story is on it's way as i speak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;=DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;::ysaera::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-7495370002211717860?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/7495370002211717860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=7495370002211717860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/7495370002211717860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/7495370002211717860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2008/06/3rd-part-d-man-was-recruited-undercover.html' title=''/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-2552056823122594661</id><published>2008-06-17T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T03:35:06.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;This is just a little something i wanted to share with you all-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;It's another great contribution from MOE-taku in CR again-the credits go to the awesome people who wrote the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'd like to share with you, these pieces of work from the forum called:3 word story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Basically, everyone adds 3 words to the person who came before them's story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;E.G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;User A:Once there was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;User B: Once there was&lt;strong&gt; a little girl&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and so on and so forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll seperate the different stories in each post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here's the first story(edited,coz of the spelling and punctuation errors, by me,but not perfect, coz we can only add 3 words each, and i want the content to be original.).Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;::ysaera::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Once there was a little girl who sat beside a lonely old willow tree.. then an apple fell on her head. She was stunned. There was a little spider that had 10 eyes looking at her with it's sharp evil toothpicks of evilness that made her look like a small creature, which resembles cute moi, just like Legendary Chuck Norris who had AIDS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Then she decided to watch SOUL-EATER coz it's currently the only show she can watch. But too bad, coz the series ain't complete. Therefore, she went to find something to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;She entered Shibusen to study so she could become a meister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;After that, someone threw a cookie that made her furious, that almost destroyed the school (which was made up of sticks!) She got scolded by the principal, who made her do 1000 pushups and 500 curl-ups, (which made her numb) so she decided to kill the evil principal, and regain honour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;She took a large cooking knife and walked towards principal's office and pretended that she had a headache but when the door opened she accidentally stabbed both the principal and Britney Spears, then she fell over a very big evil hamster, so she couldn't get ice cubes and she had to climb up the giant beanstalk where big bad wolf is watching some retarded out-of-date anime (which is a big no no).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;She then entered the house of wax full of spiders with 10 eyes, 8 greeasy legs,2 big heads and 1 nose so she screamed from the top, killing the spiders, and, having time to escape the terror, she fled away from the clutches of the evil mother spider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paragraph 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And so, she ran to a vast forest. Then saw madonna rolling over a hill! She was so frustrated that she punched the wolf in the face. Then she got a blister on, then she got a toy that..madonna might die... so she continued digging her nose then it bled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But she saw a fat-old-woman farting, and laughed out causing an avalanche. But Robin Hood came to see if she had what it takes to kill the mighty Snow White. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She decided to steal a kitten that happens to eat nachos( in an utterly weird fashion) while belly dancing . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then she farted her way towards the small secluded dilapidated hut,but diarrhoea hit due to the dirty poop she had happily eaten. Then, she vomitted a magic wand then allowed her to cast a spell (!!) On Lord Druaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;However, Lord Druaga confessed his love (while busy nose-digging)and everlasting loyalty (while she lived.)Instead of rejoicing,her diarrhoea fell on his face.He swallowed happily, commenting it tasted of gelatinous mucus which was delicious.(he puked later, while still smiling, that crazy arsehole.) She was disgusted with that crazy-in-love-arsehole &amp;amp; ran away smiling like donkeys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Another day came and then went.The little girl farted loudly whenever she saw something.So embarrassed that this was happening, she activated "mikuru-beam", her yaoi-fan-girl personality. This new activated kung-fu god-given power will allow her to do what ever she wants! She was happy and very excited about killing herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then she took her new bazooka and was aiming at her head (she still has diarrhoea)which caused her extreme intestinal pain (which seems to weaken her resolve and cloudher love interests.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now stricken with depression, infatuated with Druaga, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she fell asleep farting and nose-digging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;100 years passed, Druaga aged and left the girl (who was still having intestinal problems) became superman's sidekick and spiderman's maid and kamen's maid-guy!( While being so weirdly,horribly dressed.)She met Oprah who was running in opposite direction with earth-day banners and a bouquet of stinking rafflesias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(the last 3 words were my post- so i continue with a fact)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SFeRv-Vc40I/AAAAAAAAAEs/IKdCKXu4BqA/s1600-h/RAFFLESIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212795347077489474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SFeRv-Vc40I/AAAAAAAAAEs/IKdCKXu4BqA/s320/RAFFLESIA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(this was all my post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Continuation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Donald Duck came, eloping with Oprah.She was so utterly stupified that he was even wearing large pampers at that age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;However, Sora suddenly yanked his dandy ducky friend around then screamed loudly and farted non-stop.She (main char) betrayed Druaga with a new sword of poop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Druaga was shocked , his diarrhoea symptom became huge and that's what's done(to a friggin-crazy-in-love-arsehole.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3rd part after this, i promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hope you liked it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;::ysaera::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-2552056823122594661?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/2552056823122594661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=2552056823122594661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/2552056823122594661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/2552056823122594661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-just-little-something-i-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SFeRv-Vc40I/AAAAAAAAAEs/IKdCKXu4BqA/s72-c/RAFFLESIA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-6341048649236470371</id><published>2008-06-10T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T22:27:41.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Kim's survey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;How long will you wait for someone you love? - Depends on  my opinion of him- whether he is ready or not, and be absolutely sure that if i want to wait for him, i am sure of my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;What do you want to do now? - Finish this survey and get my stupid internet to work faster to get me into CR-big event in my group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;What will you be doing at 6pm? - Dunno-computer, drawing,piano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Do you hate your friends sometimes? - hmm...not a deep hate, but...well no. not hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Where do you wish to die? -  Definitely not in a rubbish dump or things like that..maybe my own home or somewhere nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain? - not always, but yes,sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;What are the impossible things you wished to do? - Fly, somersault, control time, teleport, use magic...haha...^_^""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;8. Is there something which you wished never happened? - Yes,many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;9. Are you happy with your life now? - Not particularly, but i guess right now i'm content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;10. What if your crush asked you out? - Freak out and think about the situation.I wouldn't give him a definite answer, i'd think about it first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;11. What will you do when you feel bored? - Computer, piano, draw,sms, CR..XDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;12. What feelings do you hate the most? - Embarrassment, also when i'm too angry to control myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;13. Do you let go or move on when you fail a relationship? - Depends on the situation....but naturally i would move on-heck la, they're the same thing also.=_="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;14. What is your name? - Claire..T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Kim's quiz, part 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;1. How long will you wait for someone you love? -Same as answer above-if i am confident of myself and him, and he with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you want to do now? -Get a message from my buddy-she hasn't replied!! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the last thing you do/say if tomorrow is the end of the world? -hang out with friends, do all the crazy things i've never done before, probably cry, and maybe go to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you hate your friends sometimes? -Not really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What would you do if your best friend has been kidnapped? -Panic, endure, wait, and if given a chance to, would kick the shit out of the frigging bastard!grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain? -Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who will you choose between your ex-boyf &amp;amp; current boyf? -Depends on my feelings. But i don't need them, of course. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your desired age of marriage? - Maybe in my middle or late twenties..*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you happy with your life now? -same as stated above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What if your crush asked you out? -same- freak out and not give a definitive answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What will you do if you know your crush has a crush on him/her? -Probably cry, coz it's gonna hurt, but still move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What feelings do you hate the most? -same-embarrassment...=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What will you do if you fall in love with a guy/girl-Review the situation in an attempted level-headed manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you looking forward to in the coming weeks? -escaping from my teachers, not getting scolded, manga class, friends coming over,esp jerin!!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most important thin in your life? -Internet, friends, drawing, music, piano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who do you hope to always be there for you? -My friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you find life meaningless? -yes-but for some strange reason it's enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who do you love the most? -i'm going to leave this question blank. But if it's platonic love, then it's my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you believe that there's 'True Love'? -hah. my foot,but it would be nice to believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What's your greatest wish? - That we will all stay together forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What will you change if you turn back in time? -My mistakes, the chances i have missed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, that's the survey. Bet kim's satisfied now.&lt;br /&gt;okay, thanks peeps. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-6341048649236470371?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/6341048649236470371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=6341048649236470371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/6341048649236470371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/6341048649236470371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2008/06/kims-survey-how-long-will-you-wait-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-7107535398488046590</id><published>2008-06-09T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T07:34:07.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here you go~ myspace is too dangerous to post now....*sweatdrops*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the unfinished fuji syusuke fanfic~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are Aoyamada Mitsuke.&lt;br /&gt;15 years old, black hair, purple eyes, and a previous juvenile delinquent(pretty much coz' everyone thinks you're a guy.ehehe...^_^'')&lt;br /&gt;The factors that result in this (extremely common)misunderstanding is that:&lt;br /&gt;1. You wear the boy's uniform- you can't stand skirts.&lt;br /&gt;2. Your hair is cut short- kinda like the guy in the background...(^_^")&lt;br /&gt;3. You have a guy's name coz' of your dad.&lt;br /&gt;4. You hide your figure(although it's only natural when dressed like a guy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; background&lt;br /&gt;ehem, you are currently a scholarship student;&lt;br /&gt;you live alone, work part-time(and yes, they still think you're a guy even when you work),&lt;br /&gt;Your godsister lives close to you so if you really need something or have an emergency you can call her.&lt;br /&gt;You have an inferiority complex-you hate being compared to others, coz you were always compared to your 3 brothers before you moved out on scholarship.Your parents own many successful companies and are obsessed with money,but your dad's pretty close to you. &lt;br /&gt;On a previous scholarship you met Echizen-(yes Echizen RYOMA) in America-he was your best friend, but he doesn't know that you're a girl. He knows of your scholarship coz' you email and write to each other a lot.&lt;br /&gt;You like music,any kind of sport(you're a jock-kind-of-person) and you are pretty moody.&lt;br /&gt;and you(obviously)get straight A*s.&lt;br /&gt;Sibling background:&lt;br /&gt;Aoyamada Itsuki- 18, the eldest brother. His and your personalities are alike and can so you can best understand each other. He has black hair, bright green eyes and likes calligraphy and writing. (He's 178cm.)&lt;br /&gt;Aoyamada Rikkei- 17, the second eldest brother. He has an outgoing personality(and he can't ever wipe that grin off his face). He is annoying coz' he likes to tease you alot. He has chocolate brown hair, blue eyes, has a big appetite and likes studying orchidology or anything to do with science(actually mostly plants). He is 174 cm.&lt;br /&gt;Aoyamada Mizuki, 13, is your younger brother. He's really shy and doesn't know how to express his feelings well(and that makes him a good target to tease.) He is actually good at atheletics and is really smart. He likes playing the violin and going rock-climbing(weird personality, but hey, who said that was bad?). Your favourite brother, the pet of the family. He's 155cm.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-7107535398488046590?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/7107535398488046590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=7107535398488046590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/7107535398488046590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/7107535398488046590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-you-go-myspace-is-too-dangerous-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-6245703201441818709</id><published>2008-06-09T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T07:03:13.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAHHHH SOMEONE ADDED ME!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! SOME RANDOM STRANGER SAW MYSPACE AND PROBABLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;WANTS TO MEET UP THEN MAKE OUT WITH ME!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;AGHHHHHHHHHHHH SHE EVEN SAID I WAS CUTE(if she was really a she)AND THAT SHE COULD GO ON!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!LORD SAVE ME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;anyway......... i have so much work to do and school reopens 23rd!!!nooooooooooooooo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;lord help mee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;anyway, i have story ideas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i'll put them up after this! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-6245703201441818709?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/6245703201441818709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=6245703201441818709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/6245703201441818709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/6245703201441818709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2008/06/wahhhh-someone-added-me.html' title='WAHHHH SOMEONE ADDED ME!!!!'/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-6052820445445891157</id><published>2008-06-03T23:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:51:13.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY7NAAOL5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/_F-NgaB3X5I/s1600-h/lightandl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207915113625825170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY6PgAOL1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/4gXaPUDRkJQ/s1600-h/omgnaruto.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207914057063870290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY6PgAOL1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/4gXaPUDRkJQ/s320/omgnaruto.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY52wAOL0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OeF47twsZpA/s1600-h/NARUTOSASUKE.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY5kwAOLzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2uH2NiG7a9s/s1600-h/SQUIRTLESMINE!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207913322624462642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY5kwAOLzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2uH2NiG7a9s/s320/SQUIRTLESMINE!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY5TwAOLyI/AAAAAAAAADs/AJzPi1VwSZ4/s1600-h/stupidlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207913030566686498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY5TwAOLyI/AAAAAAAAADs/AJzPi1VwSZ4/s320/stupidlight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY5LgAOLxI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgVDl6WyRFE/s1600-h/tallpeople.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207912888832765714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY5LgAOLxI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZgVDl6WyRFE/s320/tallpeople.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY5EwAOLwI/AAAAAAAAADc/RroUa5F42hY/s1600-h/pikachu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207912772868648706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY5EwAOLwI/AAAAAAAAADc/RroUa5F42hY/s320/pikachu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY44AAOLvI/AAAAAAAAADU/IKKdCMpXb5c/s1600-h/lightcrazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207912553825316594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY44AAOLvI/AAAAAAAAADU/IKKdCMpXb5c/s320/lightcrazy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;thanks loads,crunchyroll!(and MOE-taku is great)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i had a laugh at these,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hope u can see all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-6052820445445891157?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/6052820445445891157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=6052820445445891157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-4682439327076450738</id><published>2008-06-03T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:39:56.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY4awAOLuI/AAAAAAAAADM/_dZAOHmuVYM/s1600-h/haruhicross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207912051314142946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY4awAOLuI/AAAAAAAAADM/_dZAOHmuVYM/s320/haruhicross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY4VgAOLtI/AAAAAAAAADE/9oBXHP0r-_E/s1600-h/sopopular.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207911961119829714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY4VgAOLtI/AAAAAAAAADE/9oBXHP0r-_E/s320/sopopular.jpg" border="0" 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href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY3rwAOLpI/AAAAAAAAACk/OApTTRCsJc8/s1600-h/ITACHISHAMPOO.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207911243860291218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY3rwAOLpI/AAAAAAAAACk/OApTTRCsJc8/s320/ITACHISHAMPOO.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY3iwAOLoI/AAAAAAAAACc/6kkDihS023U/s1600-h/sakurasavetheday.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207911089241468546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY3iwAOLoI/AAAAAAAAACc/6kkDihS023U/s320/sakurasavetheday.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY3YAAOLnI/AAAAAAAAACU/X_c6eMtAMR0/s1600-h/narutogaara.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207910904557874802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY3YAAOLnI/AAAAAAAAACU/X_c6eMtAMR0/s320/narutogaara.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY3EAAOLmI/AAAAAAAAACM/tOzxnnwpznU/s1600-h/OHNOSASUKE.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207910560960491106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY3EAAOLmI/AAAAAAAAACM/tOzxnnwpznU/s320/OHNOSASUKE.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MORE PICS.WAHAHAHAHA.third batch coming up-thank u crunchyroll,esp MOE-taku!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-4682439327076450738?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/4682439327076450738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=4682439327076450738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/4682439327076450738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/4682439327076450738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY4awAOLuI/AAAAAAAAADM/_dZAOHmuVYM/s72-c/haruhicross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-993617337949650187</id><published>2008-06-03T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:23:48.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEYy6QAOLfI/AAAAAAAAABU/gBysAHL4Bxc/s1600-h/POSE!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207905995410255346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEYy6QAOLfI/AAAAAAAAABU/gBysAHL4Bxc/s320/POSE!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEYz1QAOLhI/AAAAAAAAABk/cV6YNv90w0U/s1600-h/WAHAHAHAHHA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207907009022537234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEYz1QAOLhI/AAAAAAAAABk/cV6YNv90w0U/s320/WAHAHAHAHHA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEYyaAAOLeI/AAAAAAAAABM/VfviX4950pM/s1600-h/POT!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207905441359474146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEYyaAAOLeI/AAAAAAAAABM/VfviX4950pM/s320/POT!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEYyJQAOLdI/AAAAAAAAABE/MUael0J4DIs/s1600-h/wahaha+funny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207905153596665298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEYyJQAOLdI/AAAAAAAAABE/MUael0J4DIs/s320/wahaha+funny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEYxhAAOLcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RfoahyFQSZw/s1600-h/ICHIGO.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207904462106930626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEYxhAAOLcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RfoahyFQSZw/s320/ICHIGO.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;erm, right now i'm sitting at my computer, blogging,and thinking of what to do....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i've spent like an entire weekend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;on crunchyroll.XD.lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;enuf with the lol-ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;now, down to business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;HOMEWORK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;NOOOoooooooOOOOO!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;im still not sure of the homework!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*DOOMM*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*lightning strike*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;wahhhhh!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;someone help!!!!T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;but in the meantime, more funny photos (from crunchyroll) for you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i'll stop here.XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;::ysaera::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-993617337949650187?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/993617337949650187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=993617337949650187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/993617337949650187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/993617337949650187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2008/06/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='zzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZ'/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SEY0hgAOLlI/AAAAAAAAACE/mY2s4Tsn3-Y/s72-c/motPOSTER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-7151968327160702288</id><published>2008-05-27T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:33:09.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Actually...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For some time now i have actually been downloading skins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And OMFG they rawk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;seriously-blogskins has some great people who make them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the pictures were so pretty-i was transfixed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so now i have like, 10-no! omg-43! o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;um, so for now i'm deciding what to do with them(you can't expect me to manage 43 blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;u've gotta be kidding me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;maybe i'll test them out-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;or maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It all depends on my mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BTW  the tsubasa ones( i only have a few) are the best ones-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and the Kyou Kara Maou ones-ok look a bit gay but that's not the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;apart from the gayness of the images i think the layout is awesome and the colour compliments the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All in all, i gotta say, WOW.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-7151968327160702288?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/7151968327160702288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=7151968327160702288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/7151968327160702288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/7151968327160702288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2008/05/actually.html' title='Actually...........'/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-323115355042364933</id><published>2008-05-26T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:48:04.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As I write this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;As I write this I am supposed to finish my homework for maths tuition(I'm only supposed to use the com after I have done SOME of my tuition hw)and am waiting for my mum to call to tell me that she's coming back so i can get ready for chinese tuition...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So anyway, the story about how we ran away from our maths homework?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;here it comes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Red &lt;/span&gt;lettering is our(now ex-teacher) Ms Yong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Orange &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;is me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Green &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;is Charlene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and finally &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Blue &lt;/span&gt;is Belle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;*a few days ago*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(at the staircase...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Belle, you're lucky you have me for company, you know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Suddenly........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Girls, are you from 105?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Uhh, yes..?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Oh, i have your holiday homework!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(She holds up a mountain of papers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Uhh, actually there's nobody left in class............."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;*end of story*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hehe, so that's why we have no homework, and coz' 106 was in class, THEY got the homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;XP. Well too bad 106, you could've made a move earlier! Well, it wasn't like you had a choice(like us) anyway, so too bad about the homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I shall link my experimental blog here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;go to:&lt;a href="http://xxazurexx.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://xxazurexx.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;XD. tell me what you think,tagboards and etc. will be up soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;::ysaera::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-323115355042364933?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/323115355042364933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=323115355042364933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/323115355042364933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/323115355042364933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2008/05/as-i-write-this.html' title='As I write this...'/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-5416110421259228489</id><published>2008-05-26T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:35:35.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zzz....holidays are here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Lucky for all those who can keep slacking during the holidays....What I'll be doin(yeah, besides slacking) is tuition 2 times a week, badminton (max 5)times a week, 6 art lessons(distrubuted per week), Isabella's and the badminton B division seniors(sec 4) farewell party this friday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and my regular weekly manga classes- oh wait, and my chinese tuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Not to mention my ever-present habit of procrastination and the pile of holiday homework(not including the maths homework that we ran away from, i'll explain that later)and i have to read some books to do the lit essay questions....^ ^")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Wait, hold on- even more coming, my weekly swimming and music lessons, the trial exam for Yicha music studio on 20th June, my bronze test,and soon enough(maybe) my makeup lessons for July,(my music exams), and trying to decide whether i should try again for SOTA, and if i decide to, i have to plan a whole new portfolio. And the softening bit-I have to cram in some time for the lit project and go to some of my friends' houses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sad, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But that's my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;::ysaera::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-5416110421259228489?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/5416110421259228489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=5416110421259228489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/5416110421259228489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/5416110421259228489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2008/05/zzzholidays-are-here.html' title='zzz....holidays are here!'/><author><name>ysaera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159980670499391211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SqcLBGrnt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gVQ1bLVGCMM/S220/aftersweetkiss-01-200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296628595342777472.post-3621012528447581762</id><published>2008-05-26T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T04:02:49.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg Kim's blog seriously rawks like shit! XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SDqYyNR2czI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kMAad4_k1bk/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204640307705443122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SDqYyNR2czI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kMAad4_k1bk/s320/Image039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a Belle pic.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SDqYl9R2cyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9-KnMM3aNdA/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204640097252045602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SDqYl9R2cyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9-KnMM3aNdA/s320/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sentosa.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SDqW_dR2cxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oaZHR4-AK-Y/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204638336315454226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SDqW_dR2cxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oaZHR4-AK-Y/s320/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlene took this pic on the bus back.(I edited this one.....^ ^")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SDqWatR2cwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CzFlWY90Az8/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204637704955261698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SDqWatR2cwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CzFlWY90Az8/s320/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gasRK-9bFM8/SDqWMtR2cvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u7BNa_cmcPQ/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't believe it-Kim's blog is wayy too good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha.well i bet it's coz' Kim spends way more time on her blog than I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aside from that, I have some new trials up on my msn blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From reading her blog, i sort of get into the mind of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Belle wearing MY cap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the blogger(whom I happen to know very well) and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you actually get to experience what the blogger is thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It just evokes a sort of mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But maybe I'm feeling sentimental.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Anyway, I have some REALLY GOOD CANDID SHOTS OF BELLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I've posted them up( or you can find them in the 105 blog.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And they were taken REALLY, REALLY long ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Well anyway, I think you'll agree with me that these pictures were BRILLIANTLY taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;courtesy of myself and Charlene;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And i hope that Belle doesn't mind......^_^")&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2296628595342777472-3621012528447581762?l=ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/feeds/3621012528447581762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2296628595342777472&amp;postID=3621012528447581762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/3621012528447581762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2296628595342777472/posts/default/3621012528447581762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysaeraautumnleafelf223space.blogspot.com/2008/05/omg-kims-blog-seriously-rawks-like-shit.html' title='Omg Kim&apos;s blog seriously rawks like shit! 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