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  <title>♫**Beyond Awesome**♫</title>
  <subtitle>in the colorful cities of nowhere-to-be-found</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-03-27T13:41:06Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aikamotz:25968</id>
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    <title>Thoughts that could never be said aloud...</title>
    <published>2009-03-27T13:41:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-27T13:41:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Paalam Na" by MYMP</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;I'd rather be invisible in everyone's eyes except yours...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Why is it whenever everything's settled and ready, and THAT'S when you get all messed up and moody? Can't you see that there are people who care for you and waiting for you to just finally let it out? Geez, be considerate just this once! Should I just cut you off from my life? I can't take all your madness anymore. Maybe SOME people just need a break from you, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you can't handle the rude awakening, the fine. Don't be an idiot, affecting everyone with your stupid pride. We were worried...I AM worried. Can't you see that? Just this once, can't you consider how we feel? How I feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just let you go. Maybe I shouldn't even have bothered. If it takes a million years for you to realize what's bothering me, then I'll move one. I shouldn't be the one waiting under the rain. I shouldn't even worry about you. I should leave you alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...abd maybe I should just cut you off from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aikamotz:25672</id>
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    <title>A great day to slack off</title>
    <published>2009-03-22T09:22:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-22T09:22:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Love's Not A Competiton by Paramore</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;Gawd, is it boring or what? Yeah, I know it's summer and I should really be in the beach enjoying the sun &lt;strike&gt;while kick sand on sun-bathers' sback accidentally-on-purpose&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;u&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; Instead, I'm stuck in my house because tomorrow's another day for LSC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*scary background music plays*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;I mean, there it isn't THAT bad. I mean, I could cut classes....or just snore away during class &lt;em&gt;(which I've been doing for the passed few sessions)&lt;/em&gt; but the thing is, I can't afford NOT to listen because this is something for COLLEGE. Gawd, how I hate it when I mention that word. It's freakin' frustrating that I'll be graduating next year AND THEN, go to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway. Right now, I'm just slacking off since I think there's nothing to be done or anything. It's around 5:30pm here in Philippines and I'm not planning to leave this chair for another 4 hours or something &lt;em&gt;(I'll probably even eat my dinner here)&lt;/em&gt; because that's my definition of the words &lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;SLACKING&amp;nbsp;OFF&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;. So yeah, maybe I'll bore myself to death.....or maybe I can watch The Simpsons or something. Anything goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for today.&amp;nbsp; Do leave comments on how you slack off. I think your comments would be a great idea for me someday! &lt;em&gt;(Say, like, &amp;quot;make orange juice on the toilet bowl&amp;quot; or something. Well, THAT'S something I can do.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aikamotz:25412</id>
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    <title>It's finally ALIVEjournal</title>
    <published>2009-03-20T14:06:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-20T14:06:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lucky by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Finally! Got rid of some stuff and got some new stuff as well! Actually, my livejournal's still under construction so please bear with me when I always change some stuff in here! It's a little bit stuffy and messy &lt;em&gt;(still)&lt;/em&gt; but at least it's a bit cleaner. There are some unfinished &lt;strong&gt;MEMORIES&lt;/strong&gt; left unwritten but I guess I'll have to let that go for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, guess what? I'll be graduating next year! Of course that also means I need to think of a course and FAST! &lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sighs and grumbles*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I guess I still need to worry about that. Putting that aside &lt;em&gt;*pushes away her imaginary box of problems*&lt;/em&gt;, I also am pretty much bored these days. It's SUMMER so I should be celebrating. But instead, I'm stuck in classrooms, studying for the college entrance exams. &lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*grumbles again*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is just too hot these days! It's like they put the Philippines into the oven...&lt;strike&gt;friggin' tropical whether&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmmm... &lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*digs into her imaginary box of random thoughts*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Suddenly sits upwith paper on hand*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any random thoughts anymore, but I do have some list to do with this friggin' ol' blog. I need to fix up my profile, for starters. I also need to delete some memories &lt;em&gt;(which I already did so I guess that's a check &lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;*ckecks list*&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;; plus, I also need to think of a new theme....&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*thinks hard*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Any suggestions? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aikamotz:25190</id>
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    <title>♫On the NINTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS,my Santa gave to me...♫</title>
    <published>2008-01-02T14:40:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-02T14:40:06Z</updated>
    <category term="12 days of christmas"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);"&gt;...Nine colorful fireworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);"&gt;...Eight dish-a-dinning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);"&gt;...Seven stories-a-writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);"&gt;...six, books-a-buying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);"&gt;...five, Christmas Greetings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);"&gt;...four coffee slurps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);"&gt;...three French breads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);"&gt;...two busy hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);"&gt;...and a MERRY CHRISTMAS PARTYYYY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;okay, so &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR,EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; It's really weird that I haven't finished my Christmas theme by New Year. I mean really weird. Anyway, so we had 9 kind of fireworks today and it's a beautiful night right now. It's a bit weird that even though we have fireworks, we kept admiring other people's. I guess that's what inspired me on my next story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;There was a scene that struck me the most tonight. It was when my little cousins were jumping around,clapping, and admiring the fireworks. Simple joy, I suppose. Plus, the parents of those kids were standing with smiles on their faces as the children laughed and played with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Okay, I suppose you think I'm crazy for making this an inspiration but it just struck me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" /&gt;&lt;font size="5" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inspiration comes in with the heart not with mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Plus, I think it's gonna be a good year especially on summer because I'll be entering the UST Conservatory of Music to study more on violin and piano. Maybe I could use a little more effort,agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>♫on the EIGHTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS, my Santa gave to me...♫</title>
    <published>2008-01-02T14:25:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-02T14:25:07Z</updated>
    <category term="12 days of christmas"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4" color="#ff0066"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;...Eight dish-a-dinning&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;...Seven stories-a-writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#ff0066"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...six, books-a-buying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#ff0066"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...five, Christmas Greetings&lt;br /&gt;...four coffee slurps&lt;br /&gt;...three French breads&lt;br /&gt;...two busy hours&lt;br /&gt;...and a MERRY CHRISTMAS PARTYYYY!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#339966"&gt;Okay, so 1 hour of driving to our province, Pampanga to light up some fireworks and celebrate another fantastic-not-so-pressuring year ahead! I don't know...whenever I think of 2008, I think of candies and lots of treats......and then I think of clowns. &lt;i&gt;-&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;shivers-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Anyway, when we got there, of course, we greeted our cousins and other people a happy new year. Later, some of my cousin's daughters and sons came and they were AH-DORABLE as usual. Babies always get my attention. They grew up so fast. &lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-sniffles-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;Oh yeah, I'm kinda shock to see the calendar...&lt;b&gt;FEW MORE DAYS AND IT'S OFF TO SCHOOL AGAIN&lt;/b&gt;. I haven't even started on my Christmas-break homework. Yeah, we have bunch of stuff to do during Christmas breaks.&lt;i&gt; &lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;-does a loser sign-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;On the bright side of my world, I finally caught up with stuff on the 'net'. I also was able to update in ff-dot-net and here in LJ. So glad to receive some welcome-treats from people.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although some of the e-mails were spam. &lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-lame-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Anyway, I was hoping for a really good plot to post up here in LJ as a welcome-2008 entry. I'm trying to see whether I could squeeze in some time in my schedule to type a KaitoxAoko story and maybe let the people go "aawwww...". &lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-snuffles-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>♫on the SEVENTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS, my Santa gave to me...♫</title>
    <published>2007-12-29T14:09:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-29T14:09:17Z</updated>
    <category term="12 days of christmas"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0066"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;...Seven stories-a-writing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#ff0066"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;...six, books-a-buying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;...five, Christmas Greetings&lt;br /&gt;...four coffee slurps&lt;br /&gt;...three French breads&lt;br /&gt;...two busy hours&lt;br /&gt;...and a MERRY CHRISTMAS PARTYYYY!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#ff0066"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#6633ff"&gt;Okay, so suddenly, my email had 70 waiting mails... about 40% were requested stories. I don't know why but ever since I posted my latest story, mails flowed in. I couldn't believe it and right now, I'm in major shock. &lt;font color="#993366"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-eyes wide open-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, putting that aside -pushes stacks of requests-, I'm also happy for a friend who had a job offer to &lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'the-really-hard-to-pronounce-name-of-a-city-in-Europe-i'm-not-quite-sure'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#993366"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-clapclap-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. She's a talented musician and I couldn't be happier. I told her that maybe if she gets famous and all, she should send me a picture of one of the orchestras there and to top it all off, all of the autograph of the members. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got some emails about how my writing was improving. I have friends from Canada and they kept in touch by reading my stories in ff-dot-net &lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;(and they haven't sent me one review...grrr~!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. They said that compared to the first story I wrote &lt;font size="1"&gt;(which I deleted because it sucked)&lt;/font&gt;, I've been improving and I'm glad to hear that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm excited to spend yet another weekend in my province and light up some firecrackers 'cause 2008 will be coming our way soon. That's good news but the 'really-tragic-and-weird' news is, it's nearly end of 2007 and I haven't finish my 12 Days of Christmas! ....and it's nearly New Year. Ack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, since I started late, I should end late. Who cares?&lt;font color="#993366"&gt;&lt;i&gt; -i do!-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>♫on the SIXTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS, my Santa gave to me...♫</title>
    <published>2007-12-27T03:14:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-27T03:14:18Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>the sound of mini-people screaming in my head...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#ff0066"&gt;...Six, books-a-buying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;...five, Christmas Greetings&lt;br /&gt;...four coffee slurps&lt;br /&gt;...three French breads&lt;br /&gt;...two busy hours&lt;br /&gt;...and a MERRY CHRISTMAS PARTYYYY!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;Okay,so I,together with my sister and this guy, went to Trinoma to buy this certain book. But too bad,we had to walk far to get across to &lt;i&gt;"The Block" &lt;/i&gt;because it turned out, that the book I was going to buy....was at &lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The Block": Fully Booked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the book was entitled, &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;"Conductor"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; which I was really hoping to get a hold of. But it was expensive and my sister made me feel guilty of purchasing the book with such high price yet,it would &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;"surely not help me in the future"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(according to my senses)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; so I had to return it to the book-shelf. -sob-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side of life &lt;font color="#008080"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-the heaven opens-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, I purchased a book entitled, &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Murder on the Railway"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt; which featured popular mystery writers such as &lt;font color="#333399"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sir Conan Arthur Doyle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; or &lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Agatha Christie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. Of course,who would forget the world-knowned detective &lt;b&gt;Sherlock Holmes&lt;/b&gt;? Yes,he's featured there too. It was a book with the compilation of mystery/muders that was written about railways. All mysteries and cases in this book happened in the railway...written by the famous writers of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the day ended up not-really-sort-of-positively bad. Well,I kinda went crazy over coffee again but it was a good thing that I was still &lt;i&gt;"myself"&lt;/i&gt;.That night,my family went to some Japanese Restaurant. It kinda celebrated the safety of a cousin who just arrived Philippines last week. He works at China &lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(but once,he worked in Singapore)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. You should meet him. He's really something and his work is ultra cool. Did I mention he met a lot of celebrities and met Rain (the Korean guy which I don't really like)? Well, he did and has VIPs in some parties and stuff. How cool is his job?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,I also realized that some guys can be the worst money-spenders. Well, go figure!&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>♫on the FIFTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS, my Santa gave to me...♫</title>
    <published>2007-12-26T02:40:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-26T02:40:31Z</updated>
    <category term="12 days of christmas"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#ff0066"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;...Five,Christmas Greetings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;...four coffee slurps&lt;br /&gt;...three French breads&lt;br /&gt;...two busy hours&lt;br /&gt;...and a MERRY CHRISTMAS PARTYYYY!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Yeah,another post-Christmas-theme-posting! So today's............ &lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inbox was filled with five different kinds of Greetings: &lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;quotes,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;jokes&lt;/font&gt;,&lt;font color="#000080"&gt;personal messages&lt;/font&gt;,&lt;font color="#339966"&gt;group messages&lt;/font&gt; and &lt;font color="#808000"&gt;X'mas messages with love from relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man,Christmas is something to treasure,the day of the birth of Christ. It's holy plus, freezing. Up here in Tagaytay,yeah, it's freezing alright. I had to wear double sweatshirt. Anyway,today is also the day we leave Tagaytay. &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-waves goodbye to the cat-food-smelling place-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,on our way home,we stopped by KFC for our lunch and also went to &lt;font color="#008080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STARBUCKS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;! Yey,for s&lt;i&gt;uper-crazy-fun-loving-and-hyper&lt;/i&gt; kid!!! But as soon as we were in the car,me and my brother slept all the way to Manila. That's another funny thing: we drink coffee to make us sleepy. Right.....&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;-half-moon eyes-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing special happened on this special day. &lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aikamotz:23845</id>
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    <title>♫on the FOURTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS, my Santa gave to me...♫</title>
    <published>2007-12-26T02:29:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-26T02:30:17Z</updated>
    <category term="12 days of christmas"/>
    <lj:music>the sound of rain...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="5" color="#ff0066"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...Four coffee slurps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;...three French breads&lt;br /&gt;...two busy hours&lt;br /&gt;...and a MERRY CHRISTMAS PARTYYYY!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Okay,so I'm late in updating but who friggin cares? Today is the day before Christmas and of course Christmas Eve is a special event to go to.......yes,&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;STARBUCKS.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing to know about me: NEVER let me drink coffee. I get really &lt;i&gt;"makulit"&lt;/i&gt; and get really hyper and stuff. So a Java Chip for me,please. That's my second favorite drink at Starbucks. &lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;(my most fave would be Caramel drink but I don't know if anybody cares)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we also went to "Palace in the Sky". For people who don't know, "Palace in the Sky" is in Tagaytay,Philippines. It was supposedly to be made into a rest-house by President Marcos but since there was &lt;b&gt;EDSA&lt;/b&gt; revolution,the construction was not completed. Although it did became a tourist spot but not that lovely. It's old and had water dripping anywhere. Plus, it smells like cat-food. Not a very good site,eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I had fun in that&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;cat-food-smelling place&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. It reminds me of our province in Pampanga...which smells a lot like &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dog-poop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. Ironic,isn't it? a &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;i&gt;cat-food-smelling place&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; is being compared in a &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dog-poop-smelling place&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;....the next thing you know, I'll be adding a comparison of &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;old-man-spit-smelling place&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.Ewww....&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="#339966"&gt;not that I've already smell a spit.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-shiver-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm ending this post-Merry-Christmas treat. Bye-bye!!&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>♫On the THIRD DAY of Christmas,my Santa gave to me...♫</title>
    <published>2007-12-23T13:03:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-23T13:03:09Z</updated>
    <category term="12 days of christmas"/>
    <lj:music>Classical Christmas Songs</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#800080" size="5"&gt;...three French breads...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#800080" size="3"&gt;...two busy hours...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#800080" size="3"&gt;...and a Merry Christmas PARTYYYY!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Okay,guess where I am right now...? &lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;-eager face-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yes! I'm at Tagaytay,typing an entry! Hoorah for quick internet on laptop! &lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;-confetti here and there-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yeah,it's not really quick,the internet,I mean. It's slow but I'LL just have to get over with the fact we're in a mountain with few Starbucks. &lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;-crowd goes awww-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;It's cold right now and me and my family are having dinner so imagine me typing while they enjoy baskets of french bread with those fancy sauces and stuff. Anyway, Christmas Day is in two days so I have to prepare for Midnight Mass &lt;em&gt;(Simbang Gabi).&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;It was 3-hour travel in coming here and took a few potty-stops on the way. Yes,POTTY-STOPS. whatever. I guess everyone's enjoying their Christmas and I am too. I'm glad I actually had the chance to update at least once here and go online to check some e-mails. &lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;-thanks the guy who invented internet-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Anyway,I gotta go now. We're going to have out main dish for this evening! Merry Christmas,everyone!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>♫On the SECOND DAY OF CHRISTMAS,my Santa gave to me...♫</title>
    <published>2007-12-22T13:02:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-22T13:02:28Z</updated>
    <category term="12 days of christmas"/>
    <lj:music>"Confidence for Quiet" by The Corrs</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#ff0066"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;...two busy hours&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;....and a Merry Christmas PARTYYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#339966"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Man, today was kinda tiring. I had my usual Violin lessons a while ago up to 12 pm. After that, the rest of the afternoon was spent in front of the computer.....uploading those pictures and videos in my &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovesickteenagers.multiply.com"&gt;section's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; because I promised them I would update as soon as possible. Besides, My family and I will be going on vacation tomorrow in Tagaytay. So I thought maybe I could catch some things up while I had the time.... &lt;font size="1" color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-smashes her wall-clock-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day might be the busiest day in my Christmas vacation....not to mention all the homework I haven't done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-drowns in the 136 piles of homework...but who's counting?-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to take pictures for my Science Photo Project. Pictures of living things and such. I know it's easy but the hard part was where and what to take picture of. Whatever. I'll leave the rest to my fate. Well, probably I won't be updating for &lt;b&gt;three whole days&lt;/b&gt; since I'm not quite sure if there will be available Wi-Fi for our laptop in Tagaytay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'll be typing my story there. I'm sure there would be some inspiration around that island. &lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;-boom goes her brain-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or maybe not. I still need to catch up in &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net"&gt;fanfiction.net&lt;/a&gt; and I wouldn't blame my readers if they won't read my chapters. It's my fault for not updating...&lt;font size="1" color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-mumbles-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because ever since I got into my sophomore year, I didn't have the slightest free-time to work on my stories. &lt;strike&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I blame the teachers for giving homework.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;font size="1" color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-angrily eyes the 136 homework-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Besides, I know some of the readers would still appreciate how I would do my next chapter but I'm not sure if they would review. Ahwell.&lt;i&gt; -shoots herself-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>♫On the FIRST DAY OF CHRISTMAS,my Santa gave to me...♫</title>
    <published>2007-12-21T12:52:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-21T12:52:10Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>I Don't Need a Man by Pussycat Dolls</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="5" color="#ff0066"&gt;...a merry Christmas PARTYYYY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;Okay,my first entry for my CHRISTMAS THEME!!! woohoo!! Now,just a reminder that it's better if you try to sing it just like the tune in &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"12 Days of Christmas"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. So,let's get things rolling!! &lt;i&gt;-drum rolls literally-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY was our Christmas part-ay and that means only one thing: &lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;LAST DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS VACATION!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-throws confetti and blows those party horns-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun! Absolutely &lt;b&gt;FUN&lt;/b&gt;!! Our section &lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(well,in my opinion) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;was the happiest class a while ago! Other sections had those usual games and stuff but guess what we did...? We watched a movie entitled, &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I'm Not Stupid 2"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. OMG,absolutely funneh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was one part that's really sad but even though I wanted to cry,I couldn't because I was too excited. Plus, we had Yellow Cab,Ping-Ping Lechon &lt;i&gt;(thanks,Erickson,for that!&lt;/i&gt;), cake &lt;i&gt;(thanks,Micah)&lt;/i&gt;,California Maki &lt;i&gt;(Jashmyn!!!)&lt;/i&gt;, and some other drinks. Ice cream was served and let's not forget the COTTON CANDY &lt;i&gt;(thanks,Iris)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,&lt;b&gt;NO CLASS COULD BEAT OUR CLASS WHEN IT COMES TO ENJOYING&lt;/b&gt;!! We were so happy and having a good time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT after Christmas Party, we went to "The Block" to celebrate Iris' b-day &lt;i&gt;(Dec 27)&lt;/i&gt;! It was fun while it lasted...well,not quite. It was a bit frustrating because we were so tired since we went on into separate ways after eating. Half of us went to Trinoma and some were left in "The Block". In the end, we were all tired of chasing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all,it was fun. We might have lost in the Chorale Contest but we're still winners for me because we celebrated like we've beaten the star section! &lt;b&gt;(NOT GONNA HAPPEN!!)&lt;/b&gt; ohwell.&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;it's not really bad to have impossible dreams&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>NEW ENTRY-THEME: 12 Days of Christmas</title>
    <published>2007-12-16T12:14:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-16T12:14:18Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#339966"&gt;Alright! It's THE season of the year and yes,I finally had my crappy eyes focused onto the computer screen. The passed few weeks had been really grumpy and crappy. Of course, we didn't win our annual Chorale Contest though as their conductor, I was really happy that my class did a really good job...though I know it wasn't their best but I'm still happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"My 12 Days of Christmas"&lt;/b&gt; is somewhat,kind of, like my &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=aikamotz&amp;amp;keyword=12+Days+of+Classes&amp;amp;filter=all"&gt;"12 Days of Classes"&lt;/a&gt;. Now, this &lt;b&gt;"12 Days of Christmas"&lt;/b&gt; of mine has the same tune as the song "12 Days of Christmas" &lt;i&gt;(why do I feel as if I keep repeating the "12 Days of Christmas"?! See? I said it again!)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be starting on the 21st of December...that's the last day of school before Xmas Vacation. I did it on purpose to start late so that when I reach the part "...on the fifth day of Christmas....", it would be exactly December 25, which is, as you all know, CHRISTMAS DAY!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#339966"&gt;-confetti here and there and everywhere-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font color="#339966"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope this entry-theme would make my journal happy and lively again...well,as it used to be. Anyway, it's really exciting for me to start another entry-theme. I'll really try my best to do this right and finish the 12 days!!&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>STORY: Clueless</title>
    <published>2007-11-25T12:40:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-25T12:40:21Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Category:&lt;/b&gt; Detective Conan/Case Closed/Meitantei Conan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Clueless"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fiction Rated:&lt;/b&gt; K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; "Why have I been so clueless all along?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairings:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kuroba Kaito (Kaitou Kid)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nakamori Aoko&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Authoress' Notes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Inspired by the song "Happy Line" by Yui (yes, the artist who sang 'Rolling Star' of &lt;i&gt;Bleach&lt;/i&gt;). It was also partially inspired by the the movie "Swing Girls" especially the part where they were in the train. Me and my randomnessism...ohwell. Enjoy and try to &lt;font color="#800080"&gt;leave a comment with your name&lt;/font&gt; signed in. I want to know who I'm replying to, y'know.&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="12" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#006633"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Nakamori Aoko's Point of View)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One ticket to Ohkawa City," I leveled my mouth towards the small hole by the counter. The man behind the glass window lowered his eyeglass to have a good look at me, "I'm with my parents," I smiled, just in case he's wondering why a high school student wants to go to that city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ge look down on my ticket and up at me again, "for Saga Perfecture. Train number 52," hee said monotonously. He slide the ticket at the small opening of the glass window, "next!" he shouted. I took a good glance at the guy behind the counter. Something tells me that he looks oddly familiar. Suddenly, a huge man bumped me aside to have his turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked down to my ticket and remembered my dad telling me about my grandparents just last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Visiting Grandpa and Grandma is a bit risky. You have to ride trains to get there. But not to worry, I told them to wait for you right at the corner of the 14th street by the 12th house."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had those 'I-trust-you' dad-look on his face that says he's a bit worried. But I just had to leave Tokyo for a while just to take my mind off crazy things. There were crappy homeworks for Christmas break but since my dad would be busy the whole break, I'll spend my Christmas over my grandparents' house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there's another good reason to leave Tokyo. Concerning about my best-est friend ,Kuroba Kaito, and his 'other' identity, Kaitou Kid. Did you know that Kaitou Kid is Kaito?! Yeah, I figured you know that one already. My best friend is the person me and my dad wanted to be caught for years. My dad practically spent his life as an inspector to catch that magician thief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-o-&lt;br /&gt;I extended my head forward along the train-tracks to see if train 52 is already there. I spotted a man in blue, a train cunductor, over by the benches in front of some parked-train. But before I could even call his attention, a young man tapped me by the shoulder. He was about my age, working student...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, are you looking for Train 52?" he asked as he smiled. His hat covered his eyes but I guess he could still see me with those bangs covering his sight.&lt;br /&gt;I nodded, "uh-huh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chuckled a little, sounding a little familiar, "well, 52's coming it's way so you ought to wait. Why don't you sit by the benches there?" he suggesting. I raise a brow, not because of his accent, but because of his voice. Before, I could say anything, he turned around and walked away, whistling.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wait long. Before I knew it, Train 52 was already on it's way and parked right in front of me. Men with briefcases and women with their children boarded immediately. Some of them were kissing and waving goodbye to their loved ones. I, on the other hand, boarded the train without saying goodbye to anyone except my dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a seat right next to the window as a young man wearing a long coat sat beside me. He looked like my age except, he seemed to be a businessman or something. I sighed and rested my elbow by the window. I knew it's going to be a long train ride but I think it will all be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me...,"&lt;br /&gt;I turned to the man beside me. His hat covered his eyes, but his smile was visible. He looked really familiar, "are you going home to Ohkawa as well?" he asked. He's a teenager, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah. I'm going to visit my grandparents," I smiled, "you?"&lt;br /&gt;He chuckled, "let's just say I'm here with a reason," he smiled, "I was suppose to follow a friend."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes as I felt the train slowing down. I don't know how long I've been sleeping but then guy sitting next to me,apparently, already left his seat. Finally, the train went to a stop as everyone gathered up their things and headed towards the exit. I waited for a while, just to get everyone off first before I follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkawa City, located in Saga Perfecture, is just a small province. The life is simple, I guess. People who work there are usually farmers and fishermen. I took a cab to my grandparents' house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, you're new in this province, huh?" the driver asked.&lt;br /&gt;I nodded with a smile, "oh yeah, it's in the corner of the 14th street by the 12th house," I reminded. The driver was young, probably at my age. Working student...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled by the rear-view mirror, "had a safe trip from the train,huh? You're lucky because there are rumors that the 52nd Train was getting bomb threats lately," he smiled (looking familiar), his cap covering his eyes. I couldn't help but sigh. I've been meeting familiar faces but I still have no clue what's so strange about the guy over the counter, the train conductor, the young man beside me in the train and this taxi driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-o-&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks," I bowed as the taxi driver saluted before leaving me by the corner of the street. My grandparents weren't there yet. I looked up at the sign that said 14th street. 14th street by the 12th house....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE! That's what have been bothering me. 14th street by the 12th house. When you connect it, it says, "1412"....Kaitou Kid's code name. But what a coincidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looking for the Nakamori residence?" a young man asked. A mailman that looks familiar, this time.&lt;br /&gt;I nodded.&lt;br /&gt;"You're in luck, I was just heading towards that residence. Apparently, they're out buying some leeks," he chuckled, "here," he handed me some letters, "your grandpa and grandma, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started walking, probably heading towards my grandparents' house. I followed him but he didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-o-&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I was standing in front of the house,the mailman smiled, "here you are. You just have to wait for them to arrive."&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks," I bowed.&lt;br /&gt;"Anytime, miss," he smiled and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I spotted grandma waving at me, "oh, Aoko-chan! You're here, thank goodness!"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, a nice mailman showed me the way over here," I smiled and handed her the letters that the mailman gave to me, "here you go. Letters for you and grandpa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Odd," she smiled but not sure whether to smile or not, "there hasn't been a mailman lately. I wonder if the mayor hired a new one...?" she mumbled as she led me the way inside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe they did hire a new one," I smiled, trying not to think of that man being a stalker or something.&lt;br /&gt;"Anyway, Aoko-chan. Dinner will be a little later. Do you want to relax a bit?" my grandma asked, placing the letters on the table.&lt;br /&gt;"Sure. I'll go by the park then," I smiled, referring to the playground a few blocks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-o-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on a swing and started swing bit by bit. It was already dark but the street lights were working good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see you got here safely."&lt;br /&gt;I looked beside me and a man in white suit stood there almost soundless except for his fluttering cape.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't need your presence," I said coldly, "I hate liars."&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me, "you should have said that earlier before I followed you around," KAitou Kid smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Followed?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;The Guy behind the counter... the train conductor, the man beside you on the train, the taxi driver, the mailman....," he looked away, blushing a bit, "just wanted to make sure you get here safely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even though I hate you, you still follow me? What's wrong with you, Kaito?" I finally called his name while he's in his 'other-identity' form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned towards me and knelt in front of me &lt;i&gt;(since I was sitting on a swing)&lt;/i&gt;, "has it occurred to you that maybe, just maybe, I like you not just as a friend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there speechless. No, I haven't thought of that, as a matter of fact. Did her really.....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I heard my grandmother calling my name. I could hear the tapping of her shoes, "Aoko, dinner's ready," she smiled as she got by the swing. I looked at her horrified that she would see Kid but then, I realized that he vanished into thin air right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on. Dinner's going to get cold," she held me by the wrist and started leading me towards her house. I looked up at the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#006633"&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;"Why have I been so clueless all along? He's always that mysterious."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font color="#006633"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aikamotz:22525</id>
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    <title>=Second Day of Unfortunate Event: From Sane to INsane=</title>
    <published>2007-10-30T13:32:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-30T13:32:02Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Don't Mess with My Life by M2M</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#666699"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I would probably say if we have a show and tell in class:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#339966"&gt;Hi, I'm Shari and this is my pet turtle. Her name is Cleffy.. I name her after the g-clef. He's really friendly and is as big as Barbie's toy car. He doesn't make any sounds. For the others who still can't get it, my pet turtle is my stuffed animal. The end. &lt;i&gt;-bows-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-o-o-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insane, much? Yes, I &lt;i&gt;am.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell. At least my insanity isn't an idiotic sickness. Today was really tiring, stupid, exciting, boring.... any word that has an &lt;i&gt;-ing&lt;/i&gt; as an adjective. I had to visit my family dentist to have my teeth scrubbed. Really! Why do I bother? I always brush my teeth at night and morning! What's the deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those sharp hook thingies that dentists use in your teeth to clean it? That was the most irritating part! It's so pointing that my gums hurt after the cleaning. Whatever...&lt;font size="1"&gt; &lt;strike&gt;I wish dentists could just change their tools into lollipops&lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-stares blankly into space with those swirly things you see on the eyes of animated cartoons-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I was busy typing story when suddenly, Miss Nacin called up. She wanted to know the score of one of my groupmate and she wanted me to drop by the school. So here's the thing: it's my first time to have a really superb deduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;It was like this:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in school and went straight up to the Teachers' Room in the fourth floor because that's where my teacher stays. But when I asked Mrs. Gallardo, on of the teachers, she said that Ms. Nacin was in the Laboratory. So I went there only to find our Robotics team having a meeting. Hope lost, I spotted Ms. Tan and ran after her. She said she didn't know where Ms. Nacin was and that she was also looking for her. I followed her towards the teachers' room. I was to start from step one&lt;i&gt; (which was to ask again).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was outside H.S. 2-6's classroom when an idea struck me literally. &lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-gets shot-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I remembered that one of my classmates mentioned last week that the phone of Teachers' Room didn't have outside connection. But as I remembered, Ms. Nacin definitely called me in my house, which was outside the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought harder. Her voice was a bit sift, more like a whisper, indicating that she was somewhere in the school where she could not talk loud. The library? No, the library didn't have any phone and besides, before I reached the 4th floor earlier, I saw the lights were turned off in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought again. The teachers' room didn't have any outside connection. The phone with outside connection will have to be in the pay phone in the school lobby or the principal's office. But then, I remembered that last year, when classes were suspended during rain, I used a phone that has outside connection and it's not a pay phone for I didn't pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Main Office.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went straight downstairs and burst into the main office. There were teachers everywhere. You should have seen my face. &lt;font size="1"&gt;I was utterly shocked. &lt;/font&gt;Anyway, I found her just a few meters from the door, still talking on the phone with a student. Unfortunately, I went therefor nothing because the grade of my groupmate was not with me. But still...&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;THAT WAS SOME ADVENTURE AND DEDUCTION&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. Because I was addicted to Sherlock Holmes and Agatha Christie &lt;i&gt;(two greatest detectives) &lt;/i&gt;and because I was addicted to detective anime, I couldn't help but to think, "wow, my life revovles around detectives,huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess this is it for today. Tune in for more adventures of Aika-chaaaan!! &lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-victory pose-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, starting Thursday all the way to Sunday, I won't be able to update because I would be home. But I will still complete the 7 days of Unfortunate events....well, eventually, that is.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>=First Day of Unfortunate Event: Homework=</title>
    <published>2007-10-29T14:26:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-29T14:26:36Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>the sound of snoring. lolx</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;One word for this day: &lt;b&gt;Oh-Em-Gee&lt;/b&gt;. Tiring and I'm pretty much close to breaking down and cry like I lost my cellphone. I have a Science Investigatory Project Proposal that I haven't able to do because I don't have the slightest idea where in this world I can get a Biology-related project. It must have a purpose and a benefit.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;-dies-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. This day, I suppose would be one of the unfortunate days of my life! I was also busy with a new story I'm planning to post up in &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net"&gt;fanfiction.net&lt;/a&gt;. Plus, I'm almost done with half of my homework if it wasn't for that friggin' proposal. &lt;i&gt;ohwell.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had to strangle myself to sleep because I badly needed it but my eyes kept shouting, &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;"no,you idiotic boob! You still have a Science Proposal to finish!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; In the end, I was able to slap myself to sleep but only lasted for 30 minutes &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;(more like 3 seconds to me)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and my eyes suddenly opened because someone buzzed me in my Yahoo Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really happened today except my stupid Science Proposal. Oh my,I mentioned proposal for at least 4 times already.Not that I'm counting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was able to read some fics from fanfiction.net today,thank God! I missed my friends' stories. It's been a long time since I chatted with them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also was able to practice __________ for the Choral Contest and I suck at it already! It's been 3 days since I've practiced and I already forgot everything! I'm disappointed and I even promised myself to do my best this grading because my grades suck in 2nd grading. ohwell. I just finished doing my Social Studies assignment and I guess I need to sleep now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is goodbye for now and will be updating tomorrow! Tah~Tah!&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Sem-break=! ♥</title>
    <published>2007-10-28T12:59:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-28T13:02:49Z</updated>
    <category term="idiots"/>
    <category term="sem-break"/>
    <category term="rest"/>
    <lj:music>"Everyday" by Barbie's Cradle</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;Okay, let's celebrate!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;-throws confetti, burns books and drinks chocolate milk directly out of the milk box-&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gross,much? Anyway, mid-semester break,&lt;b&gt;FINALLY&lt;/b&gt;! I thought it will never come! Consider the fact that I haven't gain much sleep ever since the start of the Second Grading Exams. Ugh. Talk about self-misery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what to do this one-week vacation? &lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(or should I say, VA-CA-SYON-E &amp;lt;made up a word out of boredom during math class)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, this coming &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1st of November&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, I'm going to the province to visit my Grandpapa's grave as well as spend scary night hours, telling ghost stories with my dearly cousins. I still haven't started any homework..I guess I should start by tomorrow &lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-groans and yawns-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so totally need some "me" time this week. I even bought some books entitled &lt;i&gt;"Hacker" &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;"Spanking Shakespeare"&lt;/i&gt;. For a girl who likes the works of William Shakespeare &lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;(because I personally thought he was mentally retarded when I was 12)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, I think "Spanking Shakespeare" is a perfect book to read for the long trip to province.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know,I know. I shouldn't be reading books in car trips but I don't really get car sick. Trust me. One time, I even tried spinning in a boat when my family had the trip to Shanghai, China. I &lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;"ALMOST"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; barf but I didn't and am proud of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Spanking Shakespeare"&lt;/i&gt; is a weird book. I think I shouldn't be reading it because it was words like "sex", "idiot", "loser" and "getting laid" but I don't really understand those kinds of words and phrases so I think reading that wouldn't kill a poor dolphin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of losers, I haven't encountered any losers and idiots lately. Which is good because it proves that idiots and losers are still not able to take over the world and I'm not insane yet. well, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still got some proposal thing to do in Science project so I better log off now. I'll be writing here often this week for my &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;"&lt;u&gt;7 Days of Unfortunate Events&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;That will be my theme this week. So, till then, tah-tah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Hurrah! -idiotic laugh-</title>
    <published>2007-10-26T09:30:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-26T09:30:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Okay, we finally finished this friggin week and a quick update about my dull life: so, I won &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;2nd place&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Best in Costume"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; in &lt;b&gt;WALK AROUND THE WORLD&lt;/b&gt; contest.Big deal. Plus, I finally proved myself that I can be a better nerd than any nerdy-est nerd in this nerdy world by passing my Science exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized that conducting is hard work. trust me. it's HARD work.as in HARD &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;HARD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm still stuck thinking of a plot and a bajillion things to do this long week-break. Instead of enjoying my break, I kinda promised myself to study. Oh great. More nerdinessism. But anyhoohow, I'm still trying to adjust my time with the world since I kept falling asleep during class this week. I'm like a vampire: awake in the evening and sleep by morning. Weird...really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also thinking of spending my Holloween alone with me,myself and I. don't ask.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>STORY: "Finally"</title>
    <published>2007-10-20T15:04:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-20T15:04:46Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>What Can I Do? by The Corrs</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Category:&lt;/b&gt; Detective Conan/Case Closed/Meitantei Conan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Finally"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; Romance and Humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fiction Rated:&lt;/b&gt; K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; "Detective aren't the best actors.... and so, he needed to show his true colors..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairings:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kudo Shinichi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mouri Ran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dedication: &lt;/b&gt;Inspired by the famous "Romeo and Juliet"! The title was suggested by "myfriendwhodoesn'twant toletanyoneknowhername". It was funny actually: she was in the middle of studying for her mid-term exam when I called her and asked, "got any title for me?" haha.She thought I was drunk. &lt;i&gt;-hic-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;"&lt;u&gt;Finally&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="11" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#993300"&gt;"I can't believe you were able to drag me into this," Shinichi mumbled to Sonoko, his schoolmate.&lt;br /&gt;Sonoko laughed maniacally, "aw, come on! The main guy character fits you perfectly!"&lt;br /&gt;"That's because you &lt;b&gt;PURPOSELY&lt;/b&gt; did that to convince everyone to make me a lead character!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, they heard the auditorium door burst open, "I'm sorry I'm late!" a girl exclaimed, her hand clasped together. Shinichi admired as the chocolate-brown haired girl quickly climbed up the stairs and stood beside him, catching her breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ran, you're always late!" Sonoko whined, tapping on her watch, "we have 24 hours before the performance and...," she looked at Shinichi angrily, "A CERTAIN SOMEONE here hasn't memorized his lines yet!" she intended to let him hear her loud and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shinichi grumbled. Ran smiled, "it's okay! Shinichi can make up his own lines during the show! He knows the plot of your story anyway, Sonoko," she looked at Shinichi, "don't you agree?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shinichi nodded, "plus, I am capable of doing things my own way. If I don't like a certain line, I might change it in the middle of the show so be thankful that I haven't really read the script thoroughly yet!" he admitted boastfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, you little...," sonoko folded her sleeves up to plant a hard punch on his face but then, Ran added, "now, now, Sonoko...," trying to calm her best friend down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonoko sat on the front seat as she directed, "okay, we'll be practicing the last scene today!" she clapped her ahnd to call everyone's attention, "chop, chop, everyone! Places, please! I need Ran and Kudo-kun &lt;i&gt;(Shinichi)&lt;/i&gt; in the middle of the stage now!"&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Shinichi and Ran stood there, not knowing what to do since they really didn't know what was the ending yet since Sonoko told them it would be a surprise for today. Shinichi glanced at Ran, who was fanning herself. He blushed and turned away. He was certainly humiliating himself. Detectives aren't the best actors, as you all know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, for the last scene, the curtains open as Princess Heart is humming a tune from scene 2. Ran, as the curtains open, you must be standing by that well over there," Sonoko pointed at one of the wells that the class made as a prop, "as for Kudo-kun...," she flipped the pages of her script, "you will enter as I signal you...," she grinned, "there would be a short conversation and then, you kiss. THE END!" she clapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran and Shinichi stared at her, rolling their eyes. Knowing Sonoko, they had the feeling that this would happen. Of course, they knew what to do when these kind of situations strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran raise her hand, "can I use scotch tape so when I kiss this idiot, I wouldn't directly kiss him?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I'm not an idiot!" Shinichi shot back.&lt;br /&gt;Sonoko chuckled in amusement, "why, of course, Ran. But I doubt Shinichi would agree to that," she sneered.&lt;br /&gt;Shinichi looked at her with half-moon eyes that said, &lt;i&gt;"shut it!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyway, as long as you can perfect this show! I'm allowing any kind of trick to be used," Sonoko laughed.&lt;br /&gt;"She's so evil...," Ran mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;"Brr..it's cold in here...," Shinichi added monotonously.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 minutes before last scene...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, after this intermission number, last scene would be up so do your best!" Sonoko smiled. Ran and Shinichi nodded.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll go get a scotch tape," Ran said before turning away. Shinichi blushed as Ran glanced at him for a moment. Definitely, she looked great as the princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Sonoko could turn away to prepare some props, Shinichi grabbed her by7 the arm and pulled her aside, "hey, can we talk?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you promise to perform well?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, oh-greatness...," he said with half-moon eyes and a sweat-drop.&lt;br /&gt;Sonoko smiled, "good. So, what's up?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's something about the last scene. You know that I'm only good at speaking in front of crowds but I'm not really good at acting...especially with kissing parts...," Shinichi blushed a little, "and I was wondering if...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonoko chuckled, "fine, Kudo. As long as you perform well, I allow you to do any trick. Just don't make one, Ran cry and two, do anything stupid."&lt;br /&gt;"Really? You think it's a good idea for me to act natural?"&lt;br /&gt;Sonoko smiled, "why do you think I put up a kissing scene? I knew people would want romance but I also wanted my actors to feel in love," she winked, "anyway, last scene starts now, go out there and win her!" she pushed him onto the stage causing him to tumble a little but caught his balanced. He glanced back at Sonoko with half-moon eyes as he turned to Ran for the last scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;"Who goes there?" Princess Heart &lt;i&gt;(Ran)&lt;/i&gt; said.&lt;br /&gt;Prince Knight &lt;i&gt;(Shinichi)&lt;/i&gt; walked out of the dark corner, "it is I, the one who seeks your lips, my love!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, such pity! Thou shall not come near me for I promised myself to keep thee away from my heart!" Princess Heart turns away dramatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Such sweet voice! Oh speak again, my princess! For I am no longer in seek for another love!"&lt;br /&gt;Princess Heart looks at him as he walked nearer to her, "I said thou shall not come nearer! I beg of you!"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't beg," Prince Knight held her hand, "I wish to see you, is that wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;"Quite so," Princess Heart took her hand back, "you are the son of Adam, the man of many sins! My father hated thee and I...,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please," Prince Knight wrapped his arms around her waist. By this time, Shinichi was a bit shaky, "kiss me then, and I shall prove you wrong of me. I am not prince of sins like my king."&lt;br /&gt;Princess Heart turns away, but still in his arms, "kiss me then! I shalt kiss you back. I care not if you love me or not."&lt;br /&gt;"Then kiss me now. No opportunity, no other! And I shall leave you alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shinichi leaned forward for the "kiss" and with the tape ready on Ran's two thumbs, she was about to cup his cheeks so that the tape would stick on his lips when suddenly, he held her two wrists down and quickly leaned forward for a kiss! Ran's eyes widened as there was a pause in the crowds. They were thrilled but not to show any reaction yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curtains closed quickly and that was the end of the show. But after the curtains have closed, the two just stood there, their lips still locked. Neither the teachers nor the students dared to step forward. Shinichi leaned back with a smile on his face, "finally...," he mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class B cheered behind the curtains. Sonoko stepped forward, "great job, Kudo-kun and Ran," she smiled.&lt;br /&gt;Ran blushed as Sonoko turned to Shinichi, "wow, I got myself a good actor," she commented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah," Shinichi shook his head, "I prefer 'natural kisser'...," he joked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PLEASE LEAVE YOUR COMMENTS HERE&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;and not in Yahoo Messenger.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; INDICATE YOUR &lt;font color="#800080"&gt;NAME,&lt;/font&gt; PLEASE. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;ANONYMOUS MESSAGE WILL BE DELETED.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aikamotz:21233</id>
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    <title>STORY: "Whom I Love the Most"</title>
    <published>2007-10-19T14:06:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-19T14:10:58Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Fina Fantasy 8 and 9 Theme Songs</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Category:&lt;/b&gt; Detective Conan/Case Closed/Meitantei Conan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Whom I Love the Most"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; Romance and Humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fiction Rated:&lt;/b&gt; K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; "Jealousy can make you do the worst things you can think of..for example, admitting your feelings the person you love the most in a really wrong time..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairings:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hattori Heiji&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toyama Kazuha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dedication: &lt;/b&gt;I want to dedicate this to a friend who is currently experiencing the worst times of her life. Don't worry, hon! You'll get used to college someday! Right now, just concentrate on that music career you have been talking about. Love ya lots, sweetie! &lt;i&gt;-wink-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="10" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Whom I Love the Most&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;"Oh, Kazuha-chan! I'm glad you were able to make it in spite of your schedule," Shizuka-san, Heiji's mom, smiled at Kazuha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazuha smiled with half-moon eyes, "I only came to look after that cheeky kid," she pointed at the boy who was wearing an unusual tux, "I'm making sure he doesn't ruin this party."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Shizuka-san's birthday. Being quite popular herself, Shizuka held a party in a hotel and invited a "few" friends. By "few" I mean, 150 guests. Some of them were famous people and some of them were big fans of detectives....&lt;b&gt;THAT'S &lt;/b&gt;where Kazuha comes into the scene. With almost half of the guests being female,single and currently looking for handsome and cunning men, Kazuha just&lt;b&gt; HAD&lt;/b&gt; to look after her childhood friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering she was also FEMALE &lt;i&gt;(no doubt)&lt;/i&gt;, single and dreaming of her future. Hattori Heiji was quite famous in Osaka since he was considered as the "Detective of the West". He's single, definitely has the looks, killer smile and the "cunning" look. Consider that his skin wasn't the skin color you expect out of a girl-magnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and so, to make it short, Kazuha wanted to spy on Heiji whether he was to make a move to one of them or not. She was his personal bodyguard; only, he didn't actually hired her to do the job. PERIOD. &lt;i&gt;END&lt;/i&gt;. That was her duty: to protect Heiji from other ladies who are "ahou"&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;(idiot)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; enough to fall for such a detective otaku &lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;(geek)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Kazuha stood by the bar with an empty cocktail glass on her hand. She was wearing a plain green chiffon dress that matched her eyes, catching all the attention of the young men who were also there. This made Heiji arouse with jealousy but he knew he had no right of his childhood friend because they ARE JUST friends, aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Heiji stared at Kazuha for almost a minute, he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned his head towards the person who caught his attention. With a wide grin on his face, he hugged that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's nice to see you again, cousin," Seiya smiled as she pulled back to look at Heiji, "my! You've grown!" she giggled, "you're taller than me now!"&lt;br /&gt;Heiji smiled, "that's what you get from teasing me when I was young!" he looked at her, "...and you even asked mom to accompany you shopping."&lt;br /&gt;"Eh? How'd you know?" Seiya asked as she looked down to her purple dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Simple. Of course, you,being away to L.A., needed something to wear for tonight since you just arrived this morning. You didn't know anyone who can accompany you except your aunt, who is my mom. Mom mentioned to me early this morning that she will be gone for a while with an important person. That gave me the idea. Second, the dress you're wearing now is the exact dress my mom wanted to buy and since it doesn't have her size, I figured it would fit you. Third, the texture of the cloth of that dress when I hugged you was a bit rough and a bit stiff for a used dress. Finally, the zipper at the back of your dress. When a dress is dry-cleaned and pressed, there would be a slight damage on the paint of the zipper but your dress didn't have any damage at all," Heiji grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My, such deduction!" she laughed, "but I don't think those are good reasons. Believe me, I'm better in deducing," she winked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazuha, who saw Heiji hugged the girl, looked at them with half-moon eyes as a vein popped out of her head. She hated her. While, Heiji, on the other hand, even entertained that flirty lady! How dare he! &lt;i&gt;"He's soooo irritating, " &lt;/i&gt;Kazuha grinned her teeth. She grabbed the nearest bottle of drink and went pass Heiji towards the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Kazuha pass by him, Heiji smiled, "hey, Kazuha I want you to--" he paused as he saw Kazuha holding a bottle and towards the garden, "h-hey, that bottle is..."&lt;br /&gt;"Your girlfriend?" Seiya teased, "she's wonderful but a bit frustrated," she commented.&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me for a moment, cousin," Heiji walked pass her and followed Kazuha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazuha walked across the expansed garden and balked as she stood in front of a large hedge, she marched right ahead of the hedge which was actually a garden maze and stayed there before he could go after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heiji stopped in front of the maze with half-moon eyes, "hey, idiot, when are you planning to come out?" he shouted over the hedge, knowing she would hear him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As soon as you stop flirting...," Kazuha said, "...and as soon as I find my way out of here," she added.&lt;br /&gt;Heiji chuckled, "I'm not going in there," he leaned against the hedge and sat on the ground,arms folded.&lt;br /&gt;"You don't&lt;i&gt; -hic-&lt;/i&gt; need to," she said sloppily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heiji remembered the bottle that Kazuha took with her, &lt;i&gt;"indeed, she knows what she just drank?" &lt;/i&gt;he thought. "Hey, idiot. You're not drinking that bottle of Irish Whiskey, are you?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't reply. She just hiccuped. Kazuha sat on the ground helplessly as she gulped the bottle of whiskey. She wiped her mouth as tears coming out of her eyes. She leaned against the large hedge, knowing she was lost in that maze. She hated him. Definitely DESPISED him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"How could he flirt with someone while I stood there doing nothing but stare? I looked so dumb and I feel so humiliated...,"&lt;/i&gt; she gulped the whiskey. Suddenly, her head was spinning, &lt;i&gt;"oh...," &lt;/i&gt;she covered her eyes, &lt;i&gt;"I feel sick...,"&lt;/i&gt; her body was about to collapse to one side when someone caught her by her arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried to look up and saw his shadow, "idiot, why're you even trying?" he chuckled dryly. He knelt beside her as she unconsciously leaned her head onto his shoulder; she hiccuped. "Why in this bloody world are you trying to be drunk?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at him with those drunk eyes of hers, "because I &lt;i&gt;-hic-&lt;/i&gt; love you &lt;i&gt;shoooo &lt;/i&gt;much and &lt;i&gt;-hic-&lt;/i&gt; I won't give you to anybody...!" she hugged him and fell a sleep for a second. He sighed, "you're drunk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I'm drunk, then I would kiss you now, idiot," she snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at her with half moon eyes, "that's it, you're going to bed, NOW," he scooped her up from the ground and carried her to her room. She was sleeping in his arms when suddenly, he roughly dropped her on her bed. He covered her with the blanket and dimmed the lights of the hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat beside the drunk and sleeping girl and he smiled a little, &lt;i&gt;"wrong time of admitting your feelings, idiot,"&lt;/i&gt; he thought, "but heck, why are you even trying to protect me from other girls? It's you &lt;i&gt;whom I love the most &lt;/i&gt;and you should know that," he said softly, as if talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mumbled a word but then, continued to sleep. He leaned forward and kissed her, &lt;i&gt;"have a good sleep and get ready for tomorrow." &lt;/i&gt;He turned off the lights and left the room. He still had a party to attend to.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PLEASE LEAVE YOUR COMMENTS HERE&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;and not in Yahoo Messenger.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; INDICATE YOUR &lt;font color="#800080"&gt;NAME,&lt;/font&gt; PLEASE. &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANONYMOUS MESSAGE WILL BE DELETED.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Realization...</title>
    <published>2007-10-11T12:59:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-11T12:59:35Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Never Let Her Slip AWay by The Bloomfields</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;Okay, so aside from me,failing too many tests these days...I've realized something: &lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;I'm beginning to be an active representative of my class&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I'm one of the people who represented for the &lt;font color="#008080"&gt;Chinese Calligraphy Contest&lt;/font&gt; and the &lt;font color="#008080"&gt;Chinese Writing Contest&lt;/font&gt;. Then, Allana and I &lt;font color="#008080"&gt;made a poster for the School Lobby&lt;/font&gt; with the help from Meir. Allana and I also &lt;font color="#008080"&gt;made our Chinese Bulletin board&lt;/font&gt;. I, on the other hand, &lt;font color="#008080"&gt;made our English Bulletin Board&lt;/font&gt; with the help from my classmates. Allana and I also represented our class in &lt;font color="#008080"&gt;Chinese Drawing Contest&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also &lt;font color="#008080"&gt;representing my class in "Around The World" &lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;(like a contest in school)&lt;/i&gt; where I will be dressing up as a JAPANESE! cool much? PLUS!&lt;b&gt; I bet everyone's going to be surprised in the Choral Contest. But for now, the surprise will be remained secret!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also a good thing that I'm starting to appreciate my own skills and talents for,at least, once in a while. I'm also planning to do more of what I can while I have the opportunity and the time.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Everybody's problem?!</title>
    <published>2007-10-08T13:02:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-08T13:02:17Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;Okay, first off..for those who are to comment, &lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;PLEASE state your comments here by clicking the &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;"grant my wish"&lt;/font&gt;! I don't appreciate people who are commenting through my Yahoo Messenger 'cause IT HAS NO WORTH! NO ANONYMOUS PEOPLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, everybody's problem? A &lt;i&gt;LOT&lt;/i&gt;! Here's the deal: I noticed two friggin' guys who kept passing the AVROOM...yep, I could see them throu the window of the door. They're sooooo friggin' idiotic to keep on 'spying' on the orchestra. I mean, COME ON! You can look but NOT spy! What idiots, ayt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another thing: everything I do is always wrong for others. Not only for my family but that includes my best friends and others... I WISH I COULD JUST DO SOMETHING RIGHT ONCE IN A WHILE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here's another: everything I like seems to be suckish for my friends and family. If I say, "hey, this song or anime is cool!" and they go, "what?! it sucks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE?! Why can't my life be as perfect as BARBIE'S?! &lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(who has PERFECT life with PERFECT love story with PERFECT body with PERFECT house with PERFECT shoes and dresses!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>The biggest decision ever made...</title>
    <published>2007-09-27T12:43:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-27T12:43:44Z</updated>
    <category term="music"/>
    <lj:music>Beethoven's Symphony No. 7</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Beethoven- Symphony No. 7 [performed by The Nodame Orchestra in Nodame Cantabile]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#339966"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this would sound really,uberly &lt;i&gt;crazy&lt;/i&gt; but what you will be reading right now is the truth coming within me and no lies shall be made. I am confident that I will succeed at this and I hope everyone could cheer me on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a really long chat with 'the buds' &lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;(namely: Candice, Shiela, Naoki and Ziggy)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, I decided to stick with my dream of becoming a Conductor of some orchestra in the future. The passed 3 months had been really tough on deciding on this and those &lt;b&gt;REALLY CLOSE FRIENDS&lt;/b&gt; of mine were a bit bothered by me. I even asked advice from people in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know...conducting isn't about just waving a baton across everyone's faces. But aside from that, my dream of studying Journalism and Tourism is still part of my choices in college. But priority would have to be Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on studying &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;Piano&lt;/font&gt; and &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;Cello&lt;/font&gt; this summer and no one's gonna stop me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I already revealed to everyone my dream, I guess those people that I actually don't know and those people who I &lt;i&gt;don't really care about&lt;/i&gt;, know the biggest decision I've made in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a favor,please? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Please listen to the song I've attached to this entry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;...my biggest dream is to conduct an orchestra playing this piece since I already know the beats and some notes on it. Oh yeah, please &lt;font color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;LEAVE YOUR COMMENTS HERE and DON'T comment in YAHOO MESSENGER&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;BECAUSE I DON'T REALLY LIKE PEOPLE LEAVING COMMENTS IN YM&lt;/b&gt;....that's why the &lt;font color="#800080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;"grant my wish" is made for everyone to leave comments&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;PS: anonymous comments will be deleted.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Laugh-able State: Parents</title>
    <published>2007-09-26T11:23:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-26T11:23:11Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="7" /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Parents.... what are we without 'em?! There are so many things I can list down that makes a parent cool... getting angry and all parent-y isn't part of the list. Anyway, parents are like, supermen and women...they know what their daughters and sons are doing and in addition to that, they know what we are doing and planning to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;not really...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary, you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alas, you just read my mind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how parents know what we're actually doing and thinking! THINKING!!!! It's supposed to be personal but why do parents have the gift of psychic?!&lt;br /&gt;One more thing... remember those days when you are talking with a different gender and they all go, &lt;i&gt;"who's that? What's his/her parents' jobs? What IS she/he?!"&lt;/i&gt; Yeah, I know...I've heard it millions of timesss.&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Oh, and one more thing about them that makes me shiver and think that parents may have been taken over by blue aliens: coincidentally, Shiela told me this story last night... so this is the actual conversation of her mom and her&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;Shiela's mum: I heard a rumor about you going out with some guy... &lt;i&gt;[may narinig pala akong balit tungkol sa date niyo nung isang lalaki...]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;Shiela: really? from whom? &lt;i&gt;[ows? sino naman nang-chismis?]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;SM: friend of mine &lt;i&gt;[yung isang kaibigan ko]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;Shiela: Really? &lt;i&gt;{owssss....?]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;SM: uh-huh. My friend's mother-in-law's cousin's friend &lt;i&gt;[yung kaibigan ng pinsan ng tiyahin ng kaibigan ko]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? It's like, they have this radar of something that when the radar strikes, it will over-hear every word passed down from people. Plus, when parents find out about some opposite gender, their senses go up and it's as if they have a lot of connections with that opposite gender. They have all the sources which may feel as if they are professional detectives such as Sherlock Holmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, parents are like that and we can't do a darn thing about it. Oh well. I guess I just have to accept the fact that parents have radars.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aikamotz:19934</id>
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    <title>FEATURED ANIME: Nodame Cantabile</title>
    <published>2007-09-18T11:05:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-22T02:58:17Z</updated>
    <category term="nodame cantabile"/>
    <lj:music>Mozart - Piano Sonata in D+ for Two K.448 - 1st Movement</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div class="ljembed" embedid=""&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="6" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(song from NODAME CANTABILE-- Chiaki and Nodame piano version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Okay, so all I can say is...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS ANIME ROCKS&lt;/span&gt;! Trust me, for those who are in love with &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;classical music&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;musical instruments&lt;/span&gt;, you ought to check this anime out! Not that I'm giving up my love for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Detective Conan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and I can say, I'm still a DCONAN-fuhreak)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This anime has manga series, anime series and live-action series &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(better known as "J-Dorama")&lt;/span&gt;. Now, let me introduce the two main characters of this anime and, coincidentally, my favorite characters as well. A brief introduction, shall we? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I'll be introducing them by their surnames first before their names...following the Japanese tradition)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;CHIAKI SHINICHI&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://darren.wiinix.com/screencap/nodame/nodame_03_01.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&amp;lt;-- Anime version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="284" height="172" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/aikamotz/pic/0001301d" /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&amp;lt;-- Live Action Series version &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Tamaki Hiroshi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;- is extremely good at Piano and Violin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;- is very rich &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(refer to his MANSION)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;- is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD COOK&lt;/span&gt; and his &lt;b&gt;cleaning ability &lt;/b&gt;is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;superb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;- is a perfectionist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;- wants to be a conductor&lt;br /&gt;- born in Europe and met his mentor, Sebastiano Viera.&lt;br /&gt;- he grew up in Kanagawaken, Japan&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;- studies at Piano Division in Momogaoka Music Academy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;- is extremely handsome and gets chased by mobs of girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;- phobia: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Airplanes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;==================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;NODA MEGUMI&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://animeclick.lycos.it/prove/serie/NodameCantabile/NodameCantabile19.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&amp;lt;-- Anime version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/121/301872001_064f338194.jpg?v=0" /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&amp;lt;-- Live Action Series version (Juri Ueno)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;- also known as NODAME &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(NODA MEgumi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;- usually says &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;"gyabo" &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;and &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;"mukya"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; to almost every word she says! It's her expression^^&lt;br /&gt;- studies at Momogaoka Music Academy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Piano DIvision)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;- one year younger than Chiaki Shinichi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;- is an extremely talented PIANIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;- her cleaning ability: NOT SO GOOD, trust me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;- her room is a "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GARBAGE DUMP&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(as referred by Chiaki Shinichi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;- cannot read notes but can play the song by listening to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;- is in love with her senpai, Chiaki Shinichi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;- carries a bag with piano keys as its design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;- wants to be a kindergarden teacher&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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