<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169</id><updated>2012-02-07T00:41:14.254+09:00</updated><title type='text'>One day at a †ime。</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-8058127367108242959</id><published>2008-05-18T22:53:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:54:16.429+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Filling in the blanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/SDBBrQE4U_I/AAAAAAAAA2g/c_YhQvyJSEY/s1600-h/CIMG0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/SDBBrQE4U_I/AAAAAAAAA2g/c_YhQvyJSEY/s400/CIMG0375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201729780918539250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rina and her guitar, Celianne,  I helped her name it.. While I was thinking, she kept reminding me that she wants to name it after an American Porn Star (female preferred LOL) so I thought about it... and thought about it.... and I told her that I'll keep naming names.. LOL and then when I made Celianne she screams "That's a porn star name!!!" (may I remind you that we were in a class)... yah.. talk about embarrassing moment &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/SDBBrwE4VAI/AAAAAAAAA2o/1nTkTxjsTfg/s1600-h/080416_103133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/SDBBrwE4VAI/AAAAAAAAA2o/1nTkTxjsTfg/s400/080416_103133.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201729789508473858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Tana, she's from Peru. 22 btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/SDBBsQE4VBI/AAAAAAAAA2w/ugrNOMQ8X2g/s1600-h/080416_153422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/SDBBsQE4VBI/AAAAAAAAA2w/ugrNOMQ8X2g/s400/080416_153422.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201729798098408466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Misaki♡ She's the joker of the group. She makes all of us laugh til we all drop dead LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/SDBBsgE4VCI/AAAAAAAAA24/izxidjwW02s/s1600-h/CIMG0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/SDBBsgE4VCI/AAAAAAAAA24/izxidjwW02s/s400/CIMG0088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201729802393375778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Sagiri a.k.a. Giri giri. LOL She's my all time lover btw. She's the greatest person in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/SDBBtgE4VDI/AAAAAAAAA3A/D7qOjDHLi1c/s1600-h/CIMG0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/SDBBtgE4VDI/AAAAAAAAA3A/D7qOjDHLi1c/s400/CIMG0104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201729819573244978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yu. All you need to know about her is that she loves V bands and her voice (during Karaoke is like a sexy dude... until you see her sing.. that is...) The vid some where on this page is when she was singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;I haven't realized how long I've left my blog hanging until just now... my last entry was ages ago...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; min-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;Sorry guys!! And no, Chet... I wasn't leaving my blog hanging cuz my schedule was all tied to my new boyfriend - -;; I don't have a boyfriend in the first place!! LOL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; min-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;So as you can all see from the title of this blog I'm finally filling in the blanks (*&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Hiragino Mincho ProN'; "&gt;ﾟ&lt;/span&gt;v&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Hiragino Mincho ProN'; "&gt;ﾟ&lt;/span&gt;*)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; min-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;Well... if I were to make an index to this one blog it'd go something like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;- School meetings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;- Class trip (well.. more like 'Art Major' group camp)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;- Class meetings (different from School meeting!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;- Hanging out with friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;- Work&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;- Getting my school supplies together&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; min-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;So let's start with the obvious topic.. SCHOOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; min-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;It goes back to April but on the 12th, I had my school meeting where I got to see half of my fellow Graphic Design majors. There were TONS of them - -;; I had to squeeze myself between this one Chinese guy and the wall to sit and join the lecture!! Invasion of my bubble!! &lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Hiragino Mincho ProN'; "&gt;ｲﾔ&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Apple Symbols'; "&gt;≧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Hiragino Mincho ProN'; "&gt;ヘ≦&lt;/span&gt; ))(( &lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Apple Symbols'; "&gt;≧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Hiragino Mincho ProN'; "&gt;ヘ≦&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Hiragino Mincho ProN'; "&gt;ｲﾔ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; min-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;Anyways that was the day that I got my Macbook Pro, which I am in LOVE with&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Hiragino Mincho ProN'; "&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; min-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;That was also the day that I met my group members, there were 8 of us, including me. Misaki, Mai, Lupin (Yuichirou), Tana, Yon Gyon, Kenho, Yuuma, and me&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Hiragino Mincho ProN'; "&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt;^(o&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Apple Symbols'; "&gt;≧▽&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Hiragino Mincho ProN'; "&gt;ﾟ&lt;/span&gt;)o Our groups WAY tight already, and school haven't even started... My class has 29 people in it and the whole Graphic Design section has 180 people - -;; No wonder our school owns 7 buildings&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Hiragino Mincho ProN'; "&gt;ﾎﾟﾘﾎﾟﾘ&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Hiragino Mincho ProN'; "&gt;・・&lt;/span&gt;*)&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Hiragino Mincho ProN'; "&gt;ゞ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; min-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;Anyways, not only is our group close.. but so is our whole class! Except for this one girl.. she's VERY stuck up.. She always have this look in her eyes like "I don't HAVE to be here, I already graduated College, I'm here with you low people to get my hands deeper into the field of art." She barely talks to any of the members except this one tiny girl named Kaoru. Kaoru has fluffy hair and she's pretty tanned and real thin! She's quiet but very nice. Although I do have this feeling that that one girl just doesn’t know how to engage in a conversation with the other girls in the class... cuz we’re all very unique... as you’ll later see in the pics...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; min-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Hiragino Mincho ProN'; "&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;Then came the class trip&lt;/span&gt;♡&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt; We went to Nagano, where there’s nothing but nature and old school housings LOL. Which was the reason why we were all very focused on ‘ART’ &lt;/span&gt;ふふっ(*ﾟvﾟ*) If not we’d ll be walking around the hotel and stuff - -;; Getting lost and everything (esp my class). MAN, I was so surprised cuz the hotel was completely booked by our Art Majors... Not only did we take 8 buses but we also took up the hotel!!! Then again, it IS understandable... The Art major consist of approximately 300 people, yep. Btw, in our school, Art major consists of Graphic Design majors, Art Majors, and Illustration majors. The Graphic Design majors consist of like 180 people. So yah, we have 30 per class （＝v＝）ムフフ♪ Our class has 11 guys and 17 ladies. So shall I, for Suelki’s sake, elaborate on the guys??? LOL Yah well, the 11 guys consist of Nao chan, Lupin, Ryohei, Kuri-kin, Syun, Tomohiro, Yuuma, Funaki kun, and 3 other guys that I haven’t talked to yet - -;; Nao chan is from Taiwan and he’s usually quiet but fun to talk to, his fashion sense is.. very unique. Lupin’s real name is Yuuichirou. We call him Lupin cuz he looks like the Japanese anime Lupin the Third. Ryohei is very japanese Mafia looking but is the most loudest and the most stupid Japanese guy I’ve ever met. He also LOVES woman... it’s stamped on his face LOL. Kuri-kin’s real name is Keisuke Kuriki, he’s pretty nature loving... pretty boy almost. He never loses his rhythm, he actually has the power to pull people into his own pace which is disturbing and yet, very amazing LOL. Syun is this hip-hop lover type of guy, he has a soft mohawk and is always looking like he wants a fight (if not he looks as if he’s too tired to do anything - -;;) Tomohiro is this J-Pop/boy band looking guy that Yuni Yuni Onni is falling for. He’s always with Nao chan. Yuuma is the weirdest of all! He’s way too unique... No one in our class can understand his convo except Kuri-kin LOL he dresses Punk-Rock-ish and yet his face is clean-cut, fresh almost. He’s so interesting to talk to LOL way funny. Funaki kun is WAY WAY WAY white, as if he’s died. He dresses like Phillip (except he wears jeans instead of jersey pants) and his hands are always shaking like he needs to hit himself up with a dose of some drug（;´▽｀A`` I haven’t really talked to him yet.. maybe tomorrow. The three other guys... hmmm I don’t even remember their faces.. LOL I’m a bad classmate huh - -;;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Hiragino Mincho ProN'; min-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Hiragino Mincho ProN'; "&gt;The Girls on the other hand, I know all of them except one. The girls are Yuni Yuni Onni, Yu, Yui, Misaki, Akane, Rina, Risa, Sagiri, Nachi, Shiori, Kaoru, Keiko, Mai-chan, Yon Gyon, Tana, and the one girl that I don’t know. Yuni Yuni Onni LOVES boy bands, she loves good looking guys in general. She’s Korean and so is Yon chan. Yon chan though is like sorta sporty and boyish (the looks) but she’s so cute when you talk to her and stuff. She’s someone that I’ll 100% trust with my life! Whoa! Now that’s deep ☆^(o≧▽ﾟ)oﾆﾊﾟｯ Yu has this real great guy voice, when she sang L’arc en Ciel, dude I thought that the real vocal was singing it! Yui, she’s also Korean and she LOVES shoju.. the words that come out of her mouth are either “Aya chan drink with me” or “Aya chan! Bring some guys over and let’s drink!” Misaki and Risa are like the typical Japanese blonde... they’re WAY pretty but dumb as hell... Misaki is like a tom-boy. She loves active things, she works at a Japanese bar and loves to drink and have pure fun. Risa on the other hand is an anti-lonely freak, she just can’t stand being lonely so she loves attention (not from guys but more from girls, she really cherishes friendships) but sometimes she says mean things to have someone talk to her like “XXX stop talking, no one wants to hear you talk (with a smile)” we call her ‘tunndere’ machine-gun talker. Sagiri and Nachi are the two rock loving girls but dresses like a down-to-earth casual girly girls. Sagiri is 155cm in height and she’s so cute! Nachi is more grown up and has a calm expression all the time. She’s also mentally grown up so she really analyzes things... she never panics...... Shiori is kind of hard to explain, she’s chubby and more leaned towards punk. She has a cute voice and is sort of on the quiet side. Kaoru and Keiko y’all already know. Mai-chan looks just like Jin Hee in Mt. Carmel!! Except taller and her face is smaller. She’s getting used to me though, she used to be TOO quiet. Anyways, I think that’s all huh??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Hiragino Mincho ProN'; min-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Hiragino Mincho ProN'; "&gt;I sorta went off subject but yah, we went to Nagano, it took 4 hours on a bus... Tana sat by my side and we talked the WHOLE way to the hotel. We talked about our favorite actors, movies, songs, dramas, embarrassing episodes, etc. And she talked about Jake.. her current crush LOL. The three days went by in a blink of an eye! For real! We all barely slept.. If we did, it was like 3 hours. The trip really made us close. ESP Risa, Yu, and me. Mainly cuz Yu slept by my feet and Risa slept right next to me LOL. They won’t stop talking!!! Damn Machine-gun talker and Machine-gun topic thrower... whenever I try to sleep they wake me up by saying ‘AYAPAI~~~~ you think you can talk all you want and then sleep without listening to us talk!?’ whetts! I was listening to their non-sense convo for like 20 min! LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Hiragino Mincho ProN'; min-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Hiragino Mincho ProN'; "&gt;But anyways the trip was hella fun, wanna do that again man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Hiragino Mincho ProN'; min-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Hiragino Mincho ProN'; "&gt;Then came the class meeting where we met up with our Home Room teacher and went over the school rules and brief overview of the year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Hiragino Mincho ProN'; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Hiragino Mincho ProN'; "&gt;My HR teacher... Gawd, she makes a whole new genre in whatever she is... every time I speak to her or she's giving us a lecture it's like a trip back to Japanese Idols back in the 80's or the 90's - -;; Bubbly and jumpy and and and... fluffy hair LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Hiragino Mincho ProN'; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Hiragino Mincho ProN'; "&gt;Anyways, let's go back to my friends♡&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Hiragino Mincho ProN';font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b792f7bf3ef96097" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db792f7bf3ef96097%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467923%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2BFE1A858FECEF94EB084C020959B17C8841D67D.4017A991B55E1BF63237D83FB4B703FFD946E364%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db792f7bf3ef96097%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAzrS3jiDxengvRLTl-EghTF_59g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db792f7bf3ef96097%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331467923%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2BFE1A858FECEF94EB084C020959B17C8841D67D.4017A991B55E1BF63237D83FB4B703FFD946E364%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db792f7bf3ef96097%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAzrS3jiDxengvRLTl-EghTF_59g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so on and so forth... yah I know I said let's go back to my friends but I kinda got tired of writing all this so I'll just keep posting pics to keep you guys updated! Love y'all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-8058127367108242959?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b792f7bf3ef96097&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8058127367108242959/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=8058127367108242959' title='41 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/8058127367108242959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/8058127367108242959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2008/05/filling-in-blanks.html' title='Filling in the blanks'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/SDBBrQE4U_I/AAAAAAAAA2g/c_YhQvyJSEY/s72-c/CIMG0375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-3648997246642153595</id><published>2008-03-15T01:33:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T05:02:30.184+09:00</updated><title type='text'>White Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I was totally caught off guard one afternoon when a friend of mine calls me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Hey, I'm heading to your house"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Why??'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Why…why?? It's White day dumbass"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'White…day…??'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I probably would've figured out the reason why he was coming on my own if he didn't wake me up all of a sudden around 6pm.. I was out drinking with my dad and his crazy 8 friends after work on Wednesday! Who can blame my death-like sleep huh?? So anyways I kick myself sleepy brain awake but before I can say a word he 'speaks'..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Jesus Aya (he calls me Aya... AYA!) Remember Valentine's? You gave me those sweets and in Japan, the men give back to the women on White Day… and that's tomorrow…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Oh…yah I knew of White Day… I just didn't know when…'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Anyways I bought you something and I'm going over to give it to you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Kay…Come in like 30 minutes'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"…I'll be there around 6:30"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'…∑(。・_・。) That's like in another 10 minutes…!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I get myself ready but me being a girl, it took me 20 minutes to wear jeans and put a jacket on and brush my hair and brush my teeth etc etc... And when I was finally ready, it was already almost 10 til.. but it's okie, the Nakanobu station is like 5 minutes from the house （ ^ー゜）ｄ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must've not been as awake as I thought I was.. I didn't notice Yamato until I passed by him. If he hadn't looked up from his cell and looked my way just in time for me to get a glimpse of his face, I probably would have walked right by him towards the station LOL Anyways after saying the usual Japanese greetings he took me to this one &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chinese Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For some reason, we always end up eating Gyoza... He denies the fact that we ALWAYS do but really, we do... even when we went to that Ramen place in Shinbashi we ate Gyoza. I'm not complaining though! I love Gyoza, but I'm always with HIM when I chow it LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We must've been there for like 2 hours which seemed to pass us by like wind over the sea. It's too much fun talking to him, I never figure out what makes it so much fun but I'm always smiling and laughing. He's WAY smart although he's also a member of the procrastination club（ - -）ｄ and he knows way too many places than I do. What we do have in common is like Saipan and few Ajyushi that we both know but besides that... nada. I guess it's just the fact that we've known each other FOREVER that makes us talk so much with nothing much in common &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;（●´艸｀）ｳｼｼｼｼ&lt;/span&gt; His dad and my dad are like buddies. They've known each other for more than 20 years, I believe.. therefore when we were born, we naturally became friends. We never really got the chance to see eachother (Yamato's only been to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Saipan&lt;/span&gt; once) but we made sure that we'd see eachother when we can. My dad flew back to Japan within the 10 hours after he got the news that Yamato's dad passed away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Yamato and my birthday is like less than a month apart but I'm a year above him in school year. LOL he hates that though cuz then I can boss him around hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahem, going back to White Day- well, after 2 hours the place seems to settle down and we sorta loose the massive hyper talk and I was thinking of just going home when he started to talk about his cats. And if you know me, you &lt;strong&gt;KNOW&lt;/strong&gt; that I'm a sucker for animals♡&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Lemme see your cats sometime. I miss having animals around me♡'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Yah sure. You can come by anytime. If you want we can go now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'…Yah??'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Sure"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Mkay!! Let's go!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we decided to head over to his house but come to think of it... I should've postpone it to another day... after all, he hasn't slept for 40 hours that day... Yah, he spent 40 hours on studying and running around getting things for college. I felt bad but I said that I wanted to go and plus, he could've invited me another day.. not like we're disconnected from each other LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But anyways we head over to Nishi-Koyama and get to his house. But it's pitch black LOL. I imagined their mom to be home and ready to sleep by then but nope, she was at Athlie Sports Gym and Saorin (his sister) was sleeping over at a friend's house. Which was sad for me since I barely got to hang out with those two ladies&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; (ﾉ_・。)&lt;/span&gt; But it's all good, I'm more open with Yamato than the other two so &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;（・∀・）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R9rIFOjneVI/AAAAAAAAA1A/ncuZDlTfDCc/s1600-h/nya-ko.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177670713748191570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R9rIFOjneVI/AAAAAAAAA1A/ncuZDlTfDCc/s400/nya-ko.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's the two cute kitties at Yamato's house! They're &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; fluffy! I swear I'd love to just cuddle with both of them all day and all night long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I guess I wasn't much of a cat attracter.. LOL it took them a whole HOUR to get used to me&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;(σД`*)&lt;/span&gt; I wasn't bored though cuz I got to see something so amusing! Yamato tried to get the kitties used to me by hugging it and bringing them over so I can pet it. But the lack of sleep for 40 hours got to him I guess LOL he started to sleep and pet his cat at the same time LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R9rIFejneWI/AAAAAAAAA1I/DDLh9codIC8/s1600-h/yamato+&amp;amp;&amp;amp;+cat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177670718043158882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R9rIFejneWI/AAAAAAAAA1I/DDLh9codIC8/s400/yamato+%26%26+cat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cat's stuck between his legs while he sits and sleeps at the same time LOL Man it was SO damn hard to take this picture without laughing out loud. But eventually he woke up and moved over to the hot carpet to sleep while he let me do my own way of getting the cats used to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up staying over til 11:30 mainly cuz I didn't wanna smack him up so he can take me to the station. Yah, I'm nice like that. If I was REAL nice I could've left by myself but hey! It's cold and I wasn't sure if I'd be able to get back to the station alone in the dark lmao. So being the gentleman that he is, he took me to the Nishi-Koyama station and I rode the train back home.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R9rIFujneXI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/NJLZzV4yBL8/s1600-h/white+day+present+from+yama_r1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177670722338126194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R9rIFujneXI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/NJLZzV4yBL8/s400/white+day+present+from+yama_r1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the White Day present I got from Yamato~ it has like 11 different kinds of &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; in it. He bought it at Takashimaya, I felt bad.. Takashimaya is known to be expensive. Thanks Yamato♡ I'll eat it all by myself and savor the taste lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R9rIFujneYI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/dEvkfmcveNc/s1600-h/white+day+present+from+yamato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177670722338126210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R9rIFujneYI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/dEvkfmcveNc/s400/white+day+present+from+yamato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was art in a box man. I swear!&lt;br /&gt;They're so pretty and VERY delicious&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;♥(｡￫v￩｡)♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R9rITOjneZI/AAAAAAAAA1g/TByjNMGVZuc/s1600-h/Strawberry+Cheese+Cake+å®ç©.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177670962856294834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R9rITujnebI/AAAAAAAAA1w/B5u5PA4A8tA/s400/%E8%90%8C%E3%81%88%E3%81%BE%E3%82%93%E3%81%98%E3%82%85%E3%81%86.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the Moe(萌え) Manjyu that I got from Accyan-san. It's from Akihabara man, and one of the six manjyu is filled with hot &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;pepper/bean stuffing&lt;/span&gt;. We opened it and each took one [A-cyan (Grandma), Oji (Grandpa), Kana (Cousin), Ken-cyan (My grandma's little bro), me,and we gave one to A-chan's shrine]... fortunately none of us there at the moment got hit. So tomorrow we'll make Ken-cyan pick between the one at the shine and the one left over and see if he'll get hit or... will it be the shrine?? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177670954266360210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R9rITOjneZI/AAAAAAAAA1g/TByjNMGVZuc/s400/Strawberry+Cheese+Cake+%E5%AE%9F%E7%89%A9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;This is the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;b&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; that my grandma got for White Day. It was SO damn good I swear! It was so soft and but creamy and it wasn't as sweet as I thought it would be♡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R9rITujneaI/AAAAAAAAA1o/FDzqCrkzXaE/s1600-h/Strawberry+Cheese+Cake+ç®±.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177670962856294818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R9rITujneaI/AAAAAAAAA1o/FDzqCrkzXaE/s400/Strawberry+Cheese+Cake+%E7%AE%B1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is before I opened it, I love the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;color&lt;/span&gt;! It's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ash tray and a mug cup from the &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shimizu's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It was VERY Yumi-chan like to give me an ash tray LOL. Though I don't smoke, I put some crystal pieces and made it into a daily accessory holder. It's quite useful heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait til work, wonder what I get from my boss LOL. 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align="center"&gt;マリヤと一緒に&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ジャンパー&lt;/span&gt;の試写会に行ってきました＝♡♡♡&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;っななな～～んと！ボックス席しかもただ！！！&lt;br /&gt;しかも銀座テアトルシアター！！！！！マジ！？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;二人で超場違いな所に行って超ヴィップに映画観賞して来ちゃいました！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;マリヤはともかくあやはず～っと(°Д°；≡°Д°；) {うちらここにいていいの！？）&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;って自分に言ってましたｗ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;がっ！その話の前に一日の行動は最悪でしたｗ友達失格(´д`#) ｛Ah～ sheebal!）&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;はじめに～マリヤがあやといっぱい話がしたかったから最初は⑤時にハチ公前だったのを③時半にしてぇ～、んでお互い頼み事されたから④時に延ばしてぇ～んで『こりゃ～遅れないっしょ～』とか思って余裕ぶっこいてたらいつの間にか④時⑩分前･･･。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;∑(。。)布団なんて押入れに丁寧に入れてる場合じゃなぃって思って全部ぶっこんで即家を出た。幸い自由が丘ルートを使えば⑮分ぐらいで着くらしい。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;･･･がしかし！&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;時間マネージメントの神様&lt;/span&gt;はそんなに甘か無くて元町/中華街行き(つまり反対方面)、しかも急行に乗っちゃって・°・(ノД｀)・°・結局マリヤンヌを&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;４０分&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;も待たせてしまった！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;『あ～こりゃ殺される』&lt;/span&gt;と思って行ったらハチ公前であやを見つけた瞬間満面の笑みで超感激&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♡ハグ♡&lt;/span&gt;ｗ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ｵｨﾗ達はずかし～ぃとかチョット頭をよぎったけどそんなんマジ関係ねかったｗやっぱマリヤと言えばプリクラｗ迷わず撮りに行ったょｗ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;マリヤといると絶対なんか食う事になるｗ②人でマリヤの友達を待つ間③①でアイス(しかも外)食べたｗその後も『ちょっと座って色々語ろぉ～やっ』とか言ってロッテリア入ってバーガーを右手に、ポテトを左にして喋り捲ってたｗでも食べ終わったら即出て、銀座に向かった（ ^ー゜）ｄ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;そんで試写会！ボックス席！②階！感激ｗｗｗ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;映画は結構良かったょ～アメリカンヒューマーっての？がいっぱいあってあやは爆笑したい場面がいくつもあったけど日本人のみんなは『しーん』っとして目は画面にクギズケ･･･。客だけ見てたら『どんだけシリアスな映画なんだょ』って感じｗ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;んで終ったらスタバでまた話し込みｗ写真パシャ②、Latte' グビ②･･･&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ｧ '`,､'`,､'`,､'`,､(ﾉ∀`) '`,､'`,､'`,､'`,､'`,､&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;まぁ～そんなこんなでマリヤとの⑤時間弱がォワタ。・ﾟﾟ･(≧д≦)･ﾟﾟ･｡&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;楽しかったぁ～またやろなぁ～♡♡♡&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mIWm91GJI/AAAAAAAAAzs/BUfFDRrVzSs/s1600-h/ãªãããayakamariya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172815569010104466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mIWm91GJI/AAAAAAAAAzs/BUfFDRrVzSs/s400/%E3%81%AA%E3%81%8B%E3%82%88%E3%81%97ayakamariya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .ﾟ+.(人´З`*).+ﾟ. TaRaKo mouth♡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mIWm91GKI/AAAAAAAAAz0/qVk2xqQy140/s1600-h/kuwareru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172815569010104482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mIWm91GKI/AAAAAAAAAz0/qVk2xqQy140/s400/kuwareru.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we die, we go together buddy buddy♡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mIW291GLI/AAAAAAAAAz8/SrZeOEpw7iQ/s1600-h/kireini+mari+and+aya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172815573305071794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mIW291GLI/AAAAAAAAAz8/SrZeOEpw7iQ/s400/kireini+mari+and+aya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We noticed that we both wore bright colors when we were taking this shot LOL. Look at her &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DANGO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hair LOL By the end she said it started looking like a bird's nest (- д -;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mE8W91GEI/AAAAAAAAAzE/yG8QaWbaVXE/s1600-h/mariya"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172811819503654978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mE8W91GEI/AAAAAAAAAzE/yG8QaWbaVXE/s400/mariya%27s+love+letter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 。+｡:.ﾟ.:｡+。Yah~ she loves me (ノㅅ≦⊂) 。+｡:.ﾟ.:｡+。&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mE8m91GFI/AAAAAAAAAzM/7yVS16PoJ6E/s1600-h/keep+it+simple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172811823798622290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mE8m91GFI/AAAAAAAAAzM/7yVS16PoJ6E/s400/keep+it+simple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep, simple's the best♡ Strawberries that display's our girly side and heart that screams out "LOVE US!" （・∀・）Ehehe, just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mE8m91GGI/AAAAAAAAAzU/PAYLWvOsYPA/s1600-h/bffebcalender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172811823798622306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mE8m91GGI/AAAAAAAAAzU/PAYLWvOsYPA/s400/bffebcalender.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unfortunately, we took this on the last day of February... no use to make it into a calenderぉぉぉ(うДT)つ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mE8291GHI/AAAAAAAAAzc/ZmeXX27I4wU/s1600-h/jumperposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172811828093589618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mE8291GHI/AAAAAAAAAzc/ZmeXX27I4wU/s400/jumperposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to watch JUMPER in Ginza for free♡ Plus we watched it in a box seat, the ones on the 2nd floor and you and your friend gets a room all to ourselves?? Yah, it was real nice, the seats were WAY comfy! And we had our own counter to put our stuff and lean on LOL Which was ok I guess, better than shoving your friend and fighting for the handrest LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mE9G91GII/AAAAAAAAAzk/oLLM3XG9KYU/s1600-h/end+credits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172811832388556930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mE9G91GII/AAAAAAAAAzk/oLLM3XG9KYU/s400/end+credits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was all I can take in the end, I wanted to get the counter and stuff but it was WAY too dark and I didn't want to use flash cuz I didn't wanna pay for breaking the rules or what not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mEoW91F_I/AAAAAAAAAyc/ySrs-AA_Cl8/s1600-h/asahi+pen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172811475906271218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mEoW91F_I/AAAAAAAAAyc/ySrs-AA_Cl8/s400/asahi+pen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ASAHI PEN! Well.. I'm sure you guys don't know what I'm talking about but 上のバケツがグルグル！しかもピカピカ！！可愛かったから歩き撮りｗ眩しすぎ＆＆ブレすぎｗ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mEom91GAI/AAAAAAAAAyk/1ycbAsVtvsk/s1600-h/mari+and+aya+at+staba+oo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172811480201238530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mEom91GAI/AAAAAAAAAyk/1ycbAsVtvsk/s400/mari+and+aya+at+staba+oo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Mariya at Starbucks just taking a snap with the girl I care for but don't get much time to see (T^T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mEo291GBI/AAAAAAAAAys/jV_kcLQE2BY/s1600-h/mari+and+aya+at+staba+oo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172811484496205842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mEo291GBI/AAAAAAAAAys/jV_kcLQE2BY/s400/mari+and+aya+at+staba+oo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Birdnest and the Pudding, posing if off with out favorite bev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mEpG91GCI/AAAAAAAAAy0/PUNcG304D6o/s1600-h/mari+and+ke-tai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172811488791173154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mEpG91GCI/AAAAAAAAAy0/PUNcG304D6o/s400/mari+and+ke-tai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The usual "Ahem, lemme just check my cell for sec, got some mail&amp;amp;&amp;amp;..." the list goes on :) We JapaneZers can't live without our handy-dandy [map, phone, tv, radio, SD player, PC, camera] all in one heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mEqm91GDI/AAAAAAAAAy8/Z5JmjNs4qbM/s1600-h/mari+and+aya+at+staba+oo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172811514560976946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mEqm91GDI/AAAAAAAAAy8/Z5JmjNs4qbM/s400/mari+and+aya+at+staba+oo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My, my, what large gulp you have Ayaka-san... But I can't help it! It's too delicious♡♡♡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on our way back to the station, we met some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;U&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and gave both guys a bear hug and a polite smile. It was so cute cuz one of the guys turned pretty pink, we think it was his first &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time with Mariya seems to pass by SO fast, my 5 hours with her was like a blink on an eye.. Sad? Yes. Looking forward to another fun filled day? Definitely!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no more double shot of Lotteria and Baskin Robbins for me, that's for sure..Lesson learned! Oh speaking of Lotteria, it's like a work spot for Arabian people...the people taking our order, making them, and cleaning the surrounding were ALL Arabian people! No Japanese workers.. wth??? Oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-975706870874563771?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/975706870874563771/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=975706870874563771' title='386 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/975706870874563771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/975706870874563771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2008/03/jumper.html' title='♡Jumper試写会♡'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mIWm91GJI/AAAAAAAAAzs/BUfFDRrVzSs/s72-c/%E3%81%AA%E3%81%8B%E3%82%88%E3%81%97ayakamariya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>386</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-3654660787294679489</id><published>2008-02-29T00:41:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T01:18:53.583+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The last time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8l6QG91FxI/AAAAAAAAAws/US2GNpp3mnA/s1600-h/sistah+reid+digging+in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172800064178165522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8l6QG91FxI/AAAAAAAAAws/US2GNpp3mnA/s400/sistah+reid+digging+in.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When was the last time you were a part of a fun breakfast like this? Where you had waffles, sausages, and tuffles (or so they're called) for BREAKFAST? Where you can shove a whole bunch on a plate and no one will give you the "Ewww, you're gonna get FAT" look? Well, I sure haven't in a while.. Before this day hit me that is.. On this day, I didn't sleep at all - -;; I met up with Kovalenko and Reid 姉妹 at Hatanodai and headed off to Denenchoufu around 5:45am... I was supposed to meet them around 5:30 but I (as always) was late.. Anyways, we went over to a friend's house and had a little lesson :) It was so nice, it was like I was back in Saipan and was joining TGIS with the SDA-ers♡ Then the high schoolers went off to school and I stayed behind with all the others to have a nice and sweet breakfast, AMERICAN style♡♡♡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8l6Qm91FyI/AAAAAAAAAw0/feuIWzPVsVI/s1600-h/breakfast+after+the+lesson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172800072768100130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8l6Qm91FyI/AAAAAAAAAw0/feuIWzPVsVI/s400/breakfast+after+the+lesson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is tuffle.. Whip cream, two types of cake, and strawberry jam layered in a bowl :P Ready to be comsumed by three lovely (and hellah hungry) warriors heheh. Seriously, we dug in as instructed :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The view from out of the house (took it right before breakfast while the 姉妹 was looking for the trash bin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8l6Q291FzI/AAAAAAAAAw8/oqdW-E7wI8c/s1600-h/the+view+from+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172800077063067442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8l6Q291FzI/AAAAAAAAAw8/oqdW-E7wI8c/s400/the+view+from+out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's warm rays just wrapped me up and made me smile while the cold crisp wind blew through my hair, leaving it to settle all over my face :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8l6RG91F0I/AAAAAAAAAxE/PsePzyVPmlo/s1600-h/sistahs+looking+for+the+trash+bin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172800081358034754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8l6RG91F0I/AAAAAAAAAxE/PsePzyVPmlo/s400/sistahs+looking+for+the+trash+bin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You see them! They were roaming around the streets with plastic trash bags in their hands, looking for the trash bin before the garbage truck came LOL. They were checking around the corners and over the guardrails heheh I could've helped but had NO idea where it could be, so I just watched and took pictures :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8l6RG91F1I/AAAAAAAAAxM/9Sqy1NsAbKg/s1600-h/first+session+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172800081358034770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8l6RG91F1I/AAAAAAAAAxM/9Sqy1NsAbKg/s400/first+session+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The house that hosted the lesson, it was SO humongo! I swear, I'd love to date their son.. ugh... if only he wasn't a junior high student :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyways, I had a blast yesterday heheh. Hope to join them for more♡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-3654660787294679489?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3654660787294679489/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=3654660787294679489' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/3654660787294679489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/3654660787294679489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2008/02/last-time.html' title='The last time...'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8l6QG91FxI/AAAAAAAAAws/US2GNpp3mnA/s72-c/sistah+reid+digging+in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-6380556144989593143</id><published>2008-02-27T02:36:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T02:53:16.370+09:00</updated><title type='text'>♡たったひとつの恋♡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;今さらだけど『たったひとつの恋』って言うドラマをネットで見たw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;まだ二話目なのにすでに『あ"あ"ぁぁぁぁ～ヒロトみたいな人と恋してぇ～』って思ったw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;二話でのお祭りシーンでの手のつなぎ方とかやりたぃ～！！！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;あんな純な事ってきっと今の時代ないんだろぅなぁ～ｗｗｗ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;でもされたい.ﾟ+.(人´Д`*).+ﾟ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;一生で一回でいいから好きな人との初お手手つなぎタイムはあんな感じがいい♡&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;マジ理想。ちなみにヒロトの性格も好きっす。ツンデレってやっぱ可愛いよねぇ～♡&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;はぁ～いないかな～こんな人･･･&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just finished watching the second episode of "Tatta Hitotu no Koi" and I must say that I am in love with the script♡♡♡&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE how Hiroto puts his hand out for Nao and I love how she reacts to it. I want my next 'holding hands' session with a guy that I like to be somewhat (if not completely) to be like that♡♡♡ But I'm pretty sure it won't.. I'm sure there isn't one guy in Tokyo that has such an innocent heart to be playing the tun-dere role (what Japanese people call the action of the guy being badass but a softie in the inside LOL) that Hiroto's playing (- д -;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I could still dream right? LOL. And now the third episode is done loading so I'm gonna go off to drama land again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just had to write that down heheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good morning btw♡&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-6380556144989593143?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6380556144989593143/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=6380556144989593143' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/6380556144989593143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/6380556144989593143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='♡たったひとつの恋♡'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-4924334844726465973</id><published>2008-02-26T22:35:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T00:08:37.140+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping my promises ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ん～有言実行って良い感じっすねぇ～.ﾟ+.(人´Д`*).+ﾟ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;って事で昨日ゆいかとヴィアンカに約束してたメガネっ娘写真をアップ♡&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ゥキャ～恥ずかしぃ～(つㅅ≦⊂)ｗｗｗ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171303120784389906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8QoyiQ49xI/AAAAAAAAAwE/AIENghi3lZ0/s400/glasses+oo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ちなみにご飯食った後だから一回り大きいかも（ぇ...どんだけ食ってんだぉ(- д -;;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171303125079357218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8QoyyQ49yI/AAAAAAAAAwM/MYiyHK7Szag/s400/candycaned+frame+oo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ん～写メだといまいちテクスチャーとかわかんないんだょねぇ～。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;フレームのキャンディーケーン的な所わかるかなぁ～？？？&lt;br /&gt;赤とシルヴァー的な色が絡み合ってる所...ｗ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;微妙じゃなぁ～ぃぃぃ(´д`#) ｛Ah～ sheebal!）&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171303133669291842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8QozSQ490I/AAAAAAAAAwc/H44OBhym1H4/s400/candycaned+frame+oo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;でもゆいかのスケレトンパープルかわぃかった♡(ぱっつんもｗ)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ってかｱﾁｼの肌赤っ！∑(。・_・。)&lt;br /&gt;ん～(－д－)肌焼いてごまかさなきゃ...&lt;br /&gt;でも今雨降ってるし、お日様無いし...。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;こーゅー時ってサイパン恋しなんねん・°・(ノД｀)・°・&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171303129374324530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8QozCQ49zI/AAAAAAAAAwU/cuIDlanco-U/s400/glasses+oo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;あ～そーぃぇば結構前に買ったゴールドのクラッチとブルーの&lt;br /&gt;ワンピアップするの忘れてた。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;この頃ネタ切れなんだょね～ん(::－з－)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;んじゃここら辺で英語のきりかえしぁ～っす☆☆☆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8QozSQ491I/AAAAAAAAAwk/LFoMJzqa-30/s1600-h/glasses+and+peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171303133669291858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8QozSQ491I/AAAAAAAAAwk/LFoMJzqa-30/s400/glasses+and+peace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh... I messed up big today, I feel like I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, though I slept on a futon - -;; I did everything wrong.. the only part that I did right was showing respect to my grandma's boss and going jogging.. But besides that, I basically slept all day and ate unbalanced food. I feel like I consumed like a gallon of pure oil... ick! I think I'm gonna break out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the whole point of this blog is to put up pics of my fairly new glasses that I told Vianka and Yuika about. I thank the people who gave me their opinion on the frames like a couple posts back .ﾟ+.(人´Д`*).+ﾟ. But I found a better frame at Megane-Ichiba. So there it is. The frame is like skeleton/candy red (though it shows up dark on the pics) and the other side of it is like a candycane. It has red and sparkly silver-ish white swirls, real neat (人♥∀♡)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;☆Love em☆&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyways, I think I'll be heading down to sleep soon.. I've been getting tired so soon these days, it's crazy... It's like that Tag's essay drained all my happiness and power.. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-4924334844726465973?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4924334844726465973/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=4924334844726465973' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/4924334844726465973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/4924334844726465973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2008/02/keeping-my-promises.html' title='Keeping my promises ;)'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8QoyiQ49xI/AAAAAAAAAwE/AIENghi3lZ0/s72-c/glasses+oo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-6021513209619736712</id><published>2008-02-25T22:25:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:30:33.008+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Just had to post this♡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was looking through Yuika's blog and found this... I just had to steal it and post it on mine. I watched it like 5 times! It's soooo funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Yuika for that good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y7vtArAuCmw&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" border="0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Man, I came online cuz Tag needed help with this NetCash shit but it was all good cuz I got to chat with some of the people that I lost contact with for a while like Ka'i, PHILLIP, Kaito, Yuika, Mike, etc. It was fun, fun, fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was glad everyone was the usual heheh. Love em.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyhow, good night. Gotta wake up at 5:30am again tomorrow so chao♡&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-6021513209619736712?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6021513209619736712/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=6021513209619736712' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/6021513209619736712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/6021513209619736712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-had-to-post-this.html' title='Just had to post this♡'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-6151179011190376001</id><published>2008-02-23T23:07:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T02:41:49.542+09:00</updated><title type='text'>♥something cool...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since Chet wanted me to do something cool (refering to the comment made on my last blog..), I decided to post a blog as instructed in 'Chet's How to be Cool' book xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never noticed how much time has passed since my last log in.. LOL. It's not like I was super busy or anything but I feel like I haven't touched the computer in ages - -;; Hmmm it's like what? A little under a month since I last posted anything..? That's a long time isn't it... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, where should I start... Uhhmmmm Happy belated Valentine's?? OH before that! It snowed MASSIVE in Tokyo on the 3rd of this month!! As you can see on the picture below..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170218035951761010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8BN6SQ49nI/AAAAAAAAAu0/0SQwMybPjVg/s400/massive+snow+08+berannda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170218031656793698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8BN6CQ49mI/AAAAAAAAAus/qSRV_cA_B1U/s400/massive+snow+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;We had like 10cm of snow on our 3rd floor! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170218035951761026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8BN6SQ49oI/AAAAAAAAAu8/U5cXYkjp6Fc/s400/massive+snow+08+3rd+floor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;↑See!? And it was still snowing!!! (≧Ｘ≦♡)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, naturally I made a snowman♡ It's soooo adorable but man! I went through HELL to make it... I never thought that making a snowman was such a pain in the ass... seriously.. I thought that my fingers were gonna fall off every single time I touched snow - -;; BUT it's not like me to give up! So after ②hours of going up to the 3rd floor and freezing my ass off, then moving back inside to warm my hands and back outside again..... I FINALLY SUCCEEDED in making a snowman! He was sooo cute and he's like 80cm tall! Plus he's so strong! He lasted for like 3 days in the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170218040246728338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8BN6iQ49pI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Y-1Z9RvIXx4/s400/in+the+making.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is in the making (&gt;x&lt;)っつ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170217554915423762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8BNeSQ49hI/AAAAAAAAAuE/w6VqmAvFv-w/s400/from+the+top+with+yukidaruman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My master piece!!! LOL &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170217559210391074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8BNeiQ49iI/AAAAAAAAAuM/rDPfbhNVxMY/s400/yukidaruma+in+the+distance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Let me explain his parts. His eyes are made from small oranges (well, it's more like a family member of the orange family) his nose's made from a white and red bunny magnet, and his mouth is made from the clip for curling your hair (thought it demonstrated a nice smile) and his buttons on his belly are my cocktail bon-bons :D Oh and his hat is mine...&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8BN6CQ49mI/AAAAAAAAAus/qSRV_cA_B1U/s1600-h/massive+snow+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8BNfCQ49jI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ZuA2vQ-k260/s1600-h/My+DS+Lite+oo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170217567800325682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8BNfCQ49jI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ZuA2vQ-k260/s400/My+DS+Lite+oo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also got soooo bored so I bought a Nintendo DS Lite... I'm so in love with it.. I solved that game in like 33hours - -;; It was tricky though.. I picked a detective game where we have to keep solving the mysteries.. But it was hellah fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8BNfSQ49kI/AAAAAAAAAuc/gnmsJmVvMnA/s1600-h/My+DS+Lite+oo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170217572095292994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8BNfSQ49kI/AAAAAAAAAuc/gnmsJmVvMnA/s400/My+DS+Lite+oo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so tiny and thin~ and it's a pretty color~~~♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8BNfSQ49lI/AAAAAAAAAuk/CRj6YfDaP80/s1600-h/My+DS+Lite+oo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170217572095293010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8BNfSQ49lI/AAAAAAAAAuk/CRj6YfDaP80/s400/My+DS+Lite+oo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170218040246728354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8BN6iQ49qI/AAAAAAAAAvM/rq107A5F910/s400/fruit+crepe+oo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The love of all girl's life.. Fruit crepe... yummm~ this was at a little fruits parlor in Shibuya :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8BOfSQ49rI/AAAAAAAAAvU/UX-w42SFdWI/s1600-h/fruit+crepe+oo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170218671606920882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8BOfSQ49rI/AAAAAAAAAvU/UX-w42SFdWI/s400/fruit+crepe+oo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was for my 3o'clock tea time(　´∀｀)ﾌﾊﾊﾊﾊ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8BOfSQ49sI/AAAAAAAAAvc/tkCCOZwMbGg/s1600-h/doutour+doutour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170218671606920898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8BOfSQ49sI/AAAAAAAAAvc/tkCCOZwMbGg/s400/doutour+doutour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A pic of my favorite cafe mocha from Doutour Coffee Shop xP &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8BOfiQ49tI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Ai00q9pL6m8/s1600-h/roses+for+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170218675901888210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8BOfiQ49tI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Ai00q9pL6m8/s400/roses+for+you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the rose that my Aunt got from one of her costumers on the day of her birthday♡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8BOfiQ49uI/AAAAAAAAAvs/W7eNBMC3U8A/s1600-h/roses+for+yumichan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170218675901888226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8BOfiQ49uI/AAAAAAAAAvs/W7eNBMC3U8A/s400/roses+for+yumichan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8BOfyQ49vI/AAAAAAAAAv0/LIBBaDthnR8/s1600-h/valentine"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170218680196855538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8BOfyQ49vI/AAAAAAAAAv0/LIBBaDthnR8/s400/valentine%27s+chocolate+set+oo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what I made for this year's Valentine's. I made Truffles, Chocolate Mousse Tart, and Heart-shaped Chocolate Carmel Mousse. I also wrapped some Peanut Butter Chocolate chip cookies :) This year I made like 12??? I made it for those that I care deeply about, and also for my 2 nagging co-workers LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170226591526614786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8BVsSQ49wI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ve8ILmjg4r8/s400/valentine%27s+chocolate+set+oo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yup, so I think that's about it... I think... Oh and a lot of sickness is floating around... My Aunt, my Uncle, and Kana caught them and they were all dead for like 2~3weeks.. Fortunately they didn't catch it at the same time, actually they caught it from each other LOL.. So I made Japanese pudding and that Chinese White pudding thing (but mine was way~~~~~~~ softer and jiggly) so that they could at least have something in their stomach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OH! And my grandma's friend's ex-husband "passed away" the day before yesterday. Like 3 days ago he died but the doctor revived him with that shock thing.. The doctors told the family that if he has his breathing machine and this shot, he has like a month left, 3 months at the most. And then just yesterday he died all of a sudden, my grandma's friend thinks that he was suffocated cuz when he passed away her daughter's husband was the only one in the room. And what made her REALLY think was the fact that he was getting mad at the doctor who revived the father of his wife he was like 'We asked you to leave him alone, you had NO reason to revive him!'...-0- On top of THAT, he told my grandma's friend that if he (the ex-husband of my grandma's friend) wasn't going to live long, the money that's going to be used to pay for the equipment and the hospital room is just a waste.. But the thing is... he has no right to say anything about it cuz the guy isn't his dad, and even if he's married to their daughter, he isn't the one paying the bill (it's coming out of the guy's pocket). This guy is really crazy... Like the wife (who's sorta like my Aunt) is getting these treatments cuz she has something with her ovaries.. anyways, her husband was asking the doctor if they can get rid of the baby with a shot or two if the baby were to be deformed or handicapped in any form... like wtf!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yah... I know.. he's crazy... and VERY stingy with the money that not only he makes but also the money that his wife makes... She gets like 10,000 yen (like about $100) for food supplies and she has to make it last a MONTH! It's really ridiculous...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, I gotta go look over Hyun Tag's report thing for any grammar mistakes and stuff.. so chao..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good night~ xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-6151179011190376001?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6151179011190376001/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=6151179011190376001' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/6151179011190376001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/6151179011190376001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2008/02/something-cool.html' title='♥something cool...'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8BN6SQ49nI/AAAAAAAAAu0/0SQwMybPjVg/s72-c/massive+snow+08+berannda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-6013182547194610729</id><published>2008-01-28T23:39:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T02:56:01.087+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Cash just seems to fly away (&gt;－&lt;っ)つ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to buy new shoes the other day cuz my Nike was failing on me LOL I walked into the shoe store that was the most crouded near Koyama Palm Street and I found it... It was like it was calling me LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went in looking for some shoes that played both ways. I didn't want one that looked too girly or too boyish.. I wanted one that can be dressy when I wanted to but can also make some formal outfit look casual. But most of all, I wanted something that can be used up and muddy but still look good. And I think I found it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R54VCtax-wI/AAAAAAAAAtc/VQXnMxahOQM/s1600-h/kime+kime+converse+facing+left.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160585359309011714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R54VCtax-wI/AAAAAAAAAtc/VQXnMxahOQM/s400/kime+kime+converse+facing+left.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I saw it I couldn't think of any other shoe but this one. All my outfits went through my head and it seemed to match all of them♡ I thought of like a year from now, when it's all worn out and dull.. YUP it still looked good in my mind, I imagined it looking used up but still oozing out it's flavor and it's past. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R54VC9ax-xI/AAAAAAAAAtk/riOtM66PMq4/s1600-h/converse+shoes+oo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160585363603979026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R54VC9ax-xI/AAAAAAAAAtk/riOtM66PMq4/s400/converse+shoes+oo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was one problem though... I wear 24.5cm in Japanese size.. but they only had 23.5cm or 25cm.. The guy told me that if I wanted a 24.5cm one, I have to pick the one with colorful polk-a-dots as the base... I don't know if you guys can see it but the base design of my converse is think silver stripes on light cream colored fabric... I assured him that I don't want some little polk-a-dots on my shoe.. it'd be too... cute LOL.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160585372193913650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R54VDdax-zI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Ih-QAq7gjkI/s400/close+up+of+converse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I like the thin silver stripes that shine ever so slightly, reflecting the warm light. I like how the pink isn't too strong or too weak, I love how it looks so simple and toned down with the white laces but it can look so cute with a pink cotton shoe lace or how it looks to tough with the skulled up shoe lace ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160585367898946338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R54VDNax-yI/AAAAAAAAAts/gPlFK6WJYzo/s400/converse+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And don't get me started after it gets jazzed up with the various pins :D LOL. Well, anyways, I'm sure it's obvious that I'm in love with this pair of shoes but wait until I bust out my new glasses LOL Now you know why the title spelled out that way... I have so many things that I want.. I'm planning to buy a lime green (or pearl pink or aqua blue) DS Lite some times this week.. and I'm still contemplating whether I should buy a camera now or close to my birthday...hmmm... Well anyways, it's pretty late over here so I think I'm gonna end it here.. But I must say, you gotta love shoes... and we gotta have a pair of em' unique Converses LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R54VDdax-0I/AAAAAAAAAt8/E_HoF0GqsXs/s1600-h/kime+kime+converse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160585372193913666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R54VDdax-0I/AAAAAAAAAt8/E_HoF0GqsXs/s400/kime+kime+converse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OH and Valentine's is coming up so I gotta gather the goods, me and the girls are gonna use the church to bake some goods for Valentine's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, tell me about your plans for Valentine's. And Chet... well... nevermind you.. you do the waiting LOL, since you don't have any girl that you wanna go for (unless there's something new that I need to hear xD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-6013182547194610729?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6013182547194610729/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=6013182547194610729' title='5 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/6013182547194610729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/6013182547194610729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2008/01/cash-just-seems-to-fly-away.html' title='Cash just seems to fly away (&gt;－&lt;っ)つ'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R54VCtax-wI/AAAAAAAAAtc/VQXnMxahOQM/s72-c/kime+kime+converse+facing+left.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-3075314043794701549</id><published>2008-01-18T01:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T02:12:17.222+09:00</updated><title type='text'>First snow in my LIFE♡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't sleep last night because I've slept for more than 10 hours the day before - -;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one thing that sucks about Japan is that there only limited channels and when the time is between 4~8AM, there's nothing but News and pointless shows (like cheap shopping shows)... Since I had nothing to do, I just watched the news... and I really wished that I wasn't in Saitama the second I heard that it snowed in Shinjuku (&gt;-&lt;っ) &lt;strong&gt;B・U・T&lt;/strong&gt; my mom went out into the balcony and all of a sudden calls for me (who was down stairs making Coffee for her 6 in the morning LOL) from the top of her lungs. Me, not knowing what was up, run up the stairs as if there's no tomorrow and what do I find!? I find my mom relaxed in her room, sitting in front of her computer with a ciggie in comfortably placed between her lips. She looks at me and goes 'Go outside' what again..?? 'There's snow outside..' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.............NO SHIT!!! REALLY!?!?!? I ran outside to find... coldness - - - - - and a little bit of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SNOW&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Yay~ v(・U・)v &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R4-Bj_qJTNI/AAAAAAAAAps/2c6oYfZ5bOg/s1600-h/snowman+â¡+aya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156482553746115794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R4-Bj_qJTNI/AAAAAAAAAps/2c6oYfZ5bOg/s400/snowman+%E2%99%A1+aya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the first snowman I've ever made in my L・I・F・E♡♡♡&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R4-BTvqJTJI/AAAAAAAAApM/ujs68iq8pMo/s1600-h/betterlooking+me+and+snowman].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156482274573241490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R4-BTvqJTJI/AAAAAAAAApM/ujs68iq8pMo/s400/betterlooking+me+and+snowman%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's so adorable~~~ it was unfortunate that there wasn't enough to eat LOL and the snow in Tokyo isn't that clean either (T^T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R4-BTvqJTKI/AAAAAAAAApU/WHPKnx7vizg/s1600-h/me+and+my+first+snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156482274573241506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R4-BTvqJTKI/AAAAAAAAApU/WHPKnx7vizg/s400/me+and+my+first+snowman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156492114343316738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R4-KQfqJTQI/AAAAAAAAAqE/SIdzOqD1wTM/s400/snowman+%E2%99%A1+ayaka+%E2%99%A1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the snowman that I made after the first one suicided from the mail box while I was trying to pull out my cell from my pocket LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R4-BTfqJTII/AAAAAAAAApE/47FbkQRkVSI/s1600-h/aya+to+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156482270278274178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R4-BTfqJTII/AAAAAAAAApE/47FbkQRkVSI/s400/aya+to+a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the 'A' that I made on top of my mom's bike LOL What can I say!? It's the first snow of my life &gt;_&lt;** &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R4-BT_qJTLI/AAAAAAAAApc/RDVd8Fcrylk/s1600-h/Ono+-+snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156482278868208818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R4-BT_qJTLI/AAAAAAAAApc/RDVd8Fcrylk/s400/Ono+-+snowman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was I was trying to do with the first snowman.. but it ended up on the floor like 1m down.. My poor little snowman (T^T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R4-BT_qJTMI/AAAAAAAAApk/wHR6q7P26Kk/s1600-h/snow+on+top+of+the+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156482278868208834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R4-BT_qJTMI/AAAAAAAAApk/wHR6q7P26Kk/s400/snow+on+top+of+the+car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first thing that I did with the snow LOL&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156482558041083122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R4-BkPqJTPI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Y_Meuta4tAI/s400/ume+and+snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The bunny rabbit Koume's first snow (・U・) Just like me~♡♡♡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R4-K2fqJTRI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ZZafxdhV8a0/s1600-h/e-chan"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156492767178345746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R4-K2fqJTRI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ZZafxdhV8a0/s400/e-chan%27s+apple+pie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the apple pie that my aunt (my mom's little sister) made for us. I've been eating only this since I got here, ehh~ not really I try my best not to finish everything but I get caught munching on it whenever my mom comes by (-..-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-3075314043794701549?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3075314043794701549/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=3075314043794701549' title='4 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/3075314043794701549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/3075314043794701549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-snow-in-my-life.html' title='First snow in my LIFE♡'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R4-Bj_qJTNI/AAAAAAAAAps/2c6oYfZ5bOg/s72-c/snowman+%E2%99%A1+aya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-4936530321970598950</id><published>2008-01-05T02:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T03:32:22.949+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Past the rush..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now that New Year's rush is done, just came by to talk about how my first New Years in Japan was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I were to sum it all up in one word, it probably would have to be 'chilled'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The reason being the fact that it was both very cold and laid back. I spent the whole new year's eve and the 1st with my family, and did no dress ups..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On New Year's eve, I spent most of my time chowing down or watching the K-1 game or online. Yes.. I was making plans for the 7th.. LOL and listening to Grace and how her new year's has been going LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But after the New Year's gong went off and we did the drinking and chowed down, Yumi-chan (my aunt who was tipsy already) suggested that the non-elders and the non-children should go karaoke...... uhh.. Yumi-chan.. That leaves Hi-kun (my uncle), me, and you... ｀;:ﾞ;｀;･(ﾟεﾟ )ﾌﾞｯ!! So we went.. Hi-kun was in NO mood.. it was only 30minutes into ②◎◎⑧ and he was bitching... wow...... so anyways, we get to the place and the first thing my uncle does is go play with the slot machine that was sadly leaned up on the far corner of the karaoke house right next to the check-in counter.. So my aunt and I leave him there and get into Box 10. My aunt orders a cold glass of Oolong Tea for me and a cold glass of half&amp;amp;half.. I was like 'You're gonna drink AGAIN!?' but that doesn't stop her at all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151687858415291442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R354z_qJTDI/AAAAAAAAAoc/wqfhFZUJ0-w/s400/%E3%81%BF%EF%BD%9E%E3%81%A1%E3%82%83%E3%82%93singing.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;There she is singing a song by Yuki Koyanagi☆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few minutes later, my Uncle walks in and he joins us with the singing... My aunt, already very pink -like an octopus, demands Hi-kun to start singing LOL. So he puts a song in and I was like 'ヾ(｡｀Д´｡)ﾉCan you listen to me sing now!? I'm not singing to please the walls you know...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I didn't know at all but apparently my voice is high... LOL My aunt was lecturing me not to drink any alcohol cuz it'll destroy my 'nice' high voice LOL But she was the one who got me Japanese Plum liquor for the New Year's toast whetts.. Anyways, after a song by Alicia Keys, my aunt looks into my eyes and goes 'You have to sing Mariah Carey's &lt;em&gt;All I want for Christmas is You&lt;/em&gt;' and I was like... if I even remember the song... And fortunately I did, so I didn't look like a total ass with a mic.. LOL Then my Uncle decides to request a song.. It's by Whitney Houston and it came out in 1985... I was surprised that I even knew how to sing most of that song - though I have no idea what the title is..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151687871300193394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3540vqJTHI/AAAAAAAAAo8/alQfc170cLk/s400/%E3%81%B2%EF%BD%9E%E5%90%9Bsinging.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;My Aunt and Uncle does some mean duets although the songs are all by EXILE or Chemistry... and my Aunt even started to do some upper body dancing.. it's the alcohol getting to her brain but the shocking part is that she was doing the same dance on EXILE's music video :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3540PqJTEI/AAAAAAAAAok/ryg8ZdxfoGM/s1600-h/ã¿ï½ã¡ããã¨ã²ï½åï¼"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151687862710258754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3540PqJTEI/AAAAAAAAAok/ryg8ZdxfoGM/s400/%E3%81%BF%EF%BD%9E%E3%81%A1%E3%82%83%E3%82%93%E3%81%A8%E3%81%B2%EF%BD%9E%E5%90%9B%EF%BC%A0%E3%82%AB%E3%83%A9%E3%82%AA%E3%82%B108%E2%80%9901.01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She didn't want me to take a pic cuz she 'didn't draw out her eye brows' LMFAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3540fqJTFI/AAAAAAAAAos/uNQ_QNPmA8U/s1600-h/08+bayâ¡.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151687867005226066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3540fqJTFI/AAAAAAAAAos/uNQ_QNPmA8U/s400/08+bay%E2%91%A1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But she willingly went into this picture - -;; Except it was too dark n_n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151687867005226082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3540fqJTGI/AAAAAAAAAo0/w0YRTXlyLSc/s400/osyougatu.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Family dining at the house on the 2nd, all we did was eat all day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-4936530321970598950?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4936530321970598950/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=4936530321970598950' title='2 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/4936530321970598950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/4936530321970598950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2008/01/past-rush.html' title='Past the rush..'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R354z_qJTDI/AAAAAAAAAoc/wqfhFZUJ0-w/s72-c/%E3%81%BF%EF%BD%9E%E3%81%A1%E3%82%83%E3%82%93singing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-5042442846123386633</id><published>2008-01-03T03:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T06:30:17.489+09:00</updated><title type='text'>♥♥♥Happy◎⑧♥♥♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="キラキラ画像をMyspaceへ☆" href="http://blingee.com/blingee/view/40137658-Happy-08" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Happy 08" height="320" alt="Happy 08" src="http://image.blingee.com/images15/content/output/000/000/000/264/601752_139016.gif" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year has gone by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fast...&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that it's already ②◎◎⑧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I have high hopes for myself this year.. And I probably won't stop until I reach my limits.. (Ehh, I wish...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, I'd like to thank everyone who comes by to leave some comments and to read about what's been up in my life :) I especially thank those who reads my posts and responds to them. Love you guys so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year has been bitter sweet for me in so many ways, but the experience that really made me sad was the physical separation from all the friends that I loved so much. But by leaving the island, it showed me who really wanted to keep in touch and who really didn't care. It showed me that friendship does last through the distance and being proved that really warms my heart♡ So, again, thank you so much and I'll continue to post up my life and I'll keep on posting as long as I have someone who reads it and responds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all a super happy new year and hope that God will bless us all by walking with us every step of our way. I hope that He keeps all of us safe and reminds us to be thankful for all the blessings that He has given us thus far and those that He will bless us with in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all and don't forget that this Japanese girl cares about each and one of you guys :)&lt;br /&gt;☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆&lt;br /&gt;新年、明けましておめでとぅございます♡♡♡&lt;br /&gt;今年は色々とありましたけど多分今年は『去年よりもっといっぱい色々な事があるのだろうなぁ～』って思います。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そんな今年の色々な事もこのブログで公開するので今年も皆さん宜しくお願い致します.ﾟ+.(人´Д`*).+ﾟ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;いっぱい読んでジャン②レスしちゃってください:)&lt;br /&gt;待ってま～す+ﾟヾ(´∀｀*)ﾉﾞｷｬｯｷｬ｡+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love always and forever ()ㅅ≦⊂)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-5042442846123386633?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5042442846123386633/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=5042442846123386633' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/5042442846123386633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/5042442846123386633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy.html' title='♥♥♥Happy◎⑧♥♥♥'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-3163379255489445501</id><published>2007-12-31T21:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:57:11.277+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Si December xD - Kaba and Luis's Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the 21st, Tomo and I took Luis and Kaba and Yugo to Disneyland.. though we didn't take any pictures of all us together, I did manage to take a handful.. So here it is. I'll write about Kaba and my days when ◎⑧ comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3kAivqJS5I/AAAAAAAAAnM/zKTm2gNxvXc/s1600-h/huge+ppl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150148245783661458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3kAivqJS5I/AAAAAAAAAnM/zKTm2gNxvXc/s400/huge+ppl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tall guys doing their dances.. I wonder if they'd ever fall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3kAi_qJS6I/AAAAAAAAAnU/qz_DrLS1_PQ/s1600-h/attack+of+gayness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150148250078628770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3kAi_qJS6I/AAAAAAAAAnU/qz_DrLS1_PQ/s400/attack+of+gayness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Attack of gayness in the middle of Disneyland..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3kAi_qJS7I/AAAAAAAAAnc/o4I5SU0N1ss/s1600-h/balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150148250078628786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3kAi_qJS7I/AAAAAAAAAnc/o4I5SU0N1ss/s400/balloons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish I was on one of these balloons LOL. It would've been sooooo awesome if I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3kAjPqJS8I/AAAAAAAAAnk/2HhZ2PEh3ww/s1600-h/buz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150148254373596098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3kAjPqJS8I/AAAAAAAAAnk/2HhZ2PEh3ww/s400/buz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Buzz and his sexy rocket~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3kAjPqJS9I/AAAAAAAAAns/GyBNxzenev0/s1600-h/cinderella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150148254373596114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3kAjPqJS9I/AAAAAAAAAns/GyBNxzenev0/s400/cinderella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cinderella and her Prince Charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j_WvqJS0I/AAAAAAAAAmk/DBxs8DjN6YI/s1600-h/merry+go+round.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150146940113603394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j_WvqJS0I/AAAAAAAAAmk/DBxs8DjN6YI/s400/merry+go+round.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOL. They look so dead... Enjoy Kaba!! It's the Merry-Go-Round that you jankenpoed for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j_W_qJS1I/AAAAAAAAAms/WQL45x_Dptk/s1600-h/me+and+kababa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150146944408570706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j_W_qJS1I/AAAAAAAAAms/WQL45x_Dptk/s400/me+and+kababa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Kaba on the Merry-go-Round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j_W_qJS2I/AAAAAAAAAm0/P4CqztJbn_Y/s1600-h/me+and+kaba+waiting+oo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150146944408570722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j_W_qJS2I/AAAAAAAAAm0/P4CqztJbn_Y/s400/me+and+kaba+waiting+oo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Kaba posing while we wait for the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j_W_qJS3I/AAAAAAAAAm8/zvQ_ptOsd0U/s1600-h/marie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150146944408570738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j_W_qJS3I/AAAAAAAAAm8/zvQ_ptOsd0U/s400/marie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahhh~ is this a kiss scene that I've taken a shot of!? Is it!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j_XPqJS4I/AAAAAAAAAnE/PBXsl15rpzE/s1600-h/lilo+and+stitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150146948703538050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j_XPqJS4I/AAAAAAAAAnE/PBXsl15rpzE/s400/lilo+and+stitch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Lilo and Stitch booth but I can't see where's Lilo and Stitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j-kfqJSvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/Sxo5Tm-3hIU/s1600-h/parade+oo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150146076825176818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j-kfqJSvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/Sxo5Tm-3hIU/s400/parade+oo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Toy Story 2 booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j-k_qJSwI/AAAAAAAAAmE/9jThOs-RHic/s1600-h/moving+christmas+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150146085415111426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j-k_qJSwI/AAAAAAAAAmE/9jThOs-RHic/s400/moving+christmas+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The moving Christmas tree :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j-k_qJSxI/AAAAAAAAAmM/JZO1R2GQ9nY/s1600-h/minney+oo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150146085415111442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j-k_qJSxI/AAAAAAAAAmM/JZO1R2GQ9nY/s400/minney+oo4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's Minney~♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j-k_qJSyI/AAAAAAAAAmU/f43c75C-AoE/s1600-h/minney+oo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150146085415111458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j-k_qJSyI/AAAAAAAAAmU/f43c75C-AoE/s400/minney+oo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j-lPqJSzI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Ggf9Yd20z88/s1600-h/mickey+oo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150146089710078770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j-lPqJSzI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Ggf9Yd20z88/s400/mickey+oo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's Santa Mickey~♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j83PqJSqI/AAAAAAAAAlU/oZGEsx3hY0Y/s1600-h/stitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150144199924468386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j83PqJSqI/AAAAAAAAAlU/oZGEsx3hY0Y/s400/stitch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you see Stitch?? It's that tiny one with the little Santa hat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j83vqJSrI/AAAAAAAAAlc/nkRNXaEt9Sg/s1600-h/tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150144208514402994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j83vqJSrI/AAAAAAAAAlc/nkRNXaEt9Sg/s400/tired.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking a little break before heading to..?? This and lunch&amp;amp;dinner was like the only times that all 5 of us got together LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j83_qJSsI/AAAAAAAAAlk/wa9C3DdX54g/s1600-h/santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150144212809370306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j83_qJSsI/AAAAAAAAAlk/wa9C3DdX54g/s400/santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's SANTA~~~ SA~~~N~~~~TAAAAAAaaaaaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j83_qJStI/AAAAAAAAAls/-POYspfHr6M/s1600-h/santa+and+the+toy+factory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150144212809370322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j83_qJStI/AAAAAAAAAls/-POYspfHr6M/s400/santa+and+the+toy+factory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Santa~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ here's my list of wishes~~♡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j83_qJSuI/AAAAAAAAAl0/3EhYWL2wSWA/s1600-h/princesses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150144212809370338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j83_qJSuI/AAAAAAAAAl0/3EhYWL2wSWA/s400/princesses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The princesses in their towers and circles with their fake smiles but they look pretty nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3kB_fqJS-I/AAAAAAAAAn0/iQceooNgues/s1600-h/beauty+and+the+beast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150149839216528354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3kB_fqJS-I/AAAAAAAAAn0/iQceooNgues/s400/beauty+and+the+beast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bell and the sexy lighted beast LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3kB_vqJS_I/AAAAAAAAAn8/A-trmvuQoQA/s1600-h/Disney+christmas+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150149843511495666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3kB_vqJS_I/AAAAAAAAAn8/A-trmvuQoQA/s400/Disney+christmas+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas tree at night~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3kB_vqJTAI/AAAAAAAAAoE/lqToUi8D5r8/s1600-h/disney+tower+at+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150149843511495682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3kB_vqJTAI/AAAAAAAAAoE/lqToUi8D5r8/s400/disney+tower+at+night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tokyo Tower at night ~~~ so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3kB__qJTBI/AAAAAAAAAoM/TtfB0VWakVw/s1600-h/jack-san.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150149847806462994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3kB__qJTBI/AAAAAAAAAoM/TtfB0VWakVw/s400/jack-san.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3kB__qJTCI/AAAAAAAAAoU/LBFogX6dDqs/s1600-h/glowing+figure+oo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150149847806463010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3kB__qJTCI/AAAAAAAAAoU/LBFogX6dDqs/s400/glowing+figure+oo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some glowing figure that Kaba and I saw when we were in line for the Haunted Mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j7k_qJSlI/AAAAAAAAAks/6sPVWu-b9KY/s1600-h/tomo+sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150142786880227922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j7k_qJSlI/AAAAAAAAAks/6sPVWu-b9KY/s400/tomo+sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Awww~ tomo sleeping like a ba~~~ybeeee~~ LOL&lt;br /&gt;トモモ赤ちゃんみたぃぃ～ｗ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j7lPqJSmI/AAAAAAAAAk0/KRxlfgvGHPU/s1600-h/mr.sakuranbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150142791175195234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j7lPqJSmI/AAAAAAAAAk0/KRxlfgvGHPU/s400/mr.sakuranbo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Si Mr. Sakuranbo.. cuz he's as pink as a cherry. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j7lPqJSnI/AAAAAAAAAk8/okE6JQ4wNbM/s1600-h/cleaning+on+the+way.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150142791175195250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j7lPqJSnI/AAAAAAAAAk8/okE6JQ4wNbM/s400/cleaning+on+the+way.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOOK WHAT KABA DID TO MY ROOM!! My beautiful room is like &lt;em&gt;notin&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j7lfqJSoI/AAAAAAAAAlE/alo5kMiBD4M/s1600-h/kaba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150142795470162562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j7lfqJSoI/AAAAAAAAAlE/alo5kMiBD4M/s400/kaba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaba's fake smile made minutes after she woke up LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j7lfqJSpI/AAAAAAAAAlM/dK1nK5T6uk8/s1600-h/kaba+and+yugo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150142795470162578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3j7lfqJSpI/AAAAAAAAAlM/dK1nK5T6uk8/s400/kaba+and+yugo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaba and Yugo the morning of 24th I think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-3163379255489445501?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3163379255489445501/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=3163379255489445501' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/3163379255489445501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/3163379255489445501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/12/si-december-xd-kaba-and-luiss-visit.html' title='Si December xD - Kaba and Luis&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3kAivqJS5I/AAAAAAAAAnM/zKTm2gNxvXc/s72-c/huge+ppl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-7717715970808810900</id><published>2007-12-31T18:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T21:46:52.592+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Si December :) - Keisha's Visit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This month has been such a busy one, I can hardly believe that it's coming to an end :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did so many things this month but the most memorable moments range from the 18th to the Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the 18th to the morning of the 20th, one of my long time friend Keisha came for a quick visit. She came through the doors of Narita airport around 3pm and from then, it was all just catch-ups and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her first afternoon in Tokyo, we ate Takoyaki and Taiyaki from Gindako and just snuggled in the Yoshida Family's Kotatu... Then around 6ish we left our house for Ikebukuro and met up with my mom at Travel Cafe. We had a little coffee time (though the only one who had coffee was my mom and kiwi tried some Virgin Mary (which I thought tasted horrible..)) and we headed off to some dinner. We ate some sushi and other japanese traditional dishes and we wrapped the night up with some mad-yummy desserts - Chocolait and Banana-Chocolate Pafait♡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 19th (which happens to be her last day in Tokyo) we decided to visit Asakusa and Tokyo Tower as well as visit Akihabara and Ooimachi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jibvqJSFI/AAAAAAAAAgs/n32mPfrzgSM/s1600-h/me+and+kiwi+oo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150115140175743058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jibvqJSFI/AAAAAAAAAgs/n32mPfrzgSM/s400/me+and+kiwi+oo4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jiQPqJSDI/AAAAAAAAAgc/XDP7P0F6HWw/s1600-h/me+and+kiwi+oo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Up in front of the Kaminari Mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jiQfqJSEI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Fc1hgRvr_t8/s1600-h/me+and+kiwi+oo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150114946902214722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jiQfqJSEI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Fc1hgRvr_t8/s400/me+and+kiwi+oo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i0lPqJRiI/AAAAAAAAAcU/b2re1orQIVs/s1600-h/kaminarimon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150064725849622050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i0lPqJRiI/AAAAAAAAAcU/b2re1orQIVs/s400/kaminarimon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3iz8vqJRZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/1UquOuV67BQ/s1600-h/dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150064030064919954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3iz8vqJRZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/1UquOuV67BQ/s400/dragon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i0V_qJRbI/AAAAAAAAAbc/_mqZxdOk41U/s1600-h/guardian+oo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150064463856616882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i0V_qJRbI/AAAAAAAAAbc/_mqZxdOk41U/s400/guardian+oo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i0WPqJRcI/AAAAAAAAAbk/SbwkPDM-vco/s1600-h/guardian+oo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150064468151584194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i0WPqJRcI/AAAAAAAAAbk/SbwkPDM-vco/s400/guardian+oo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i0WPqJRdI/AAAAAAAAAbs/9W3yX05OWp4/s1600-h/guardian+oo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150064468151584210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i0WPqJRdI/AAAAAAAAAbs/9W3yX05OWp4/s400/guardian+oo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i0WPqJReI/AAAAAAAAAb0/1-oi95_F6fI/s1600-h/guardian+oo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150064468151584226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i0WPqJReI/AAAAAAAAAb0/1-oi95_F6fI/s400/guardian+oo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;↑Asakusa's Kaminarimon's entrance&lt;br /&gt;and the 4 guardians of the Jinja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3iz8fqJRYI/AAAAAAAAAbE/YAZ9GeoLiZ0/s1600-h/demise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150064025769952642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3iz8fqJRYI/AAAAAAAAAbE/YAZ9GeoLiZ0/s400/demise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;↑Demise that stretches from the main&lt;br /&gt;gate to the Jinja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i1DPqJRnI/AAAAAAAAAc8/WVua8h0P92s/s1600-h/near+the+mon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150065241245697650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i1DPqJRnI/AAAAAAAAAc8/WVua8h0P92s/s400/near+the+mon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;↑Entrance to the main Jinja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i1DfqJRpI/AAAAAAAAAdM/KFEWKqZ9Ffs/s1600-h/out+of+jinja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150065245540664978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i1DfqJRpI/AAAAAAAAAdM/KFEWKqZ9Ffs/s400/out+of+jinja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i1XfqJRqI/AAAAAAAAAdU/9dCagwFpTeI/s1600-h/the+chouchin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150065589138048674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i1XfqJRqI/AAAAAAAAAdU/9dCagwFpTeI/s400/the+chouchin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i1DPqJRmI/AAAAAAAAAc0/YcTrt0sln5I/s1600-h/omaeri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150065241245697634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i1DPqJRmI/AAAAAAAAAc0/YcTrt0sln5I/s400/omaeri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i0lPqJRhI/AAAAAAAAAcM/7ZbDoMPNSCY/s1600-h/jinnja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150064725849622034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i0lPqJRhI/AAAAAAAAAcM/7ZbDoMPNSCY/s400/jinnja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i1DfqJRoI/AAAAAAAAAdE/5AUrZGWeLwo/s1600-h/near+sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150065245540664962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i1DfqJRoI/AAAAAAAAAdE/5AUrZGWeLwo/s400/near+sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i1C_qJRlI/AAAAAAAAAcs/HFD5Mzr_r5k/s1600-h/walking+down+asakusa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150065236950730322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i1C_qJRlI/AAAAAAAAAcs/HFD5Mzr_r5k/s400/walking+down+asakusa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i0k_qJRgI/AAAAAAAAAcE/iv9IbS5BA-o/s1600-h/hiroshimayaki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150064721554654722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i0k_qJRgI/AAAAAAAAAcE/iv9IbS5BA-o/s400/hiroshimayaki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;↑Keisha walking down the back side of the demise.&lt;br /&gt;The pic on the right is the Hiroshima-yaki that we ate↑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i0lPqJRjI/AAAAAAAAAcc/avQRUmnnIwI/s1600-h/man+drawing+in+asakusa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150064725849622066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i0lPqJRjI/AAAAAAAAAcc/avQRUmnnIwI/s400/man+drawing+in+asakusa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i0lfqJRkI/AAAAAAAAAck/RjyrdL7PikY/s1600-h/man"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150064730144589378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i0lfqJRkI/AAAAAAAAAck/RjyrdL7PikY/s400/man%27s+drawing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;↑A guy that we found near the Mon and the picture he was drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3iz8PqJRWI/AAAAAAAAAa0/30h8X2FyEqU/s1600-h/asakusa+oo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150064021474985314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3iz8PqJRWI/AAAAAAAAAa0/30h8X2FyEqU/s400/asakusa+oo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;↑What the guy was drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i0WfqJRfI/AAAAAAAAAb8/6-GbBgmfSOk/s1600-h/hanetuki+oo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150064472446551538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3i0WfqJRfI/AAAAAAAAAb8/6-GbBgmfSOk/s400/hanetuki+oo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jaMPqJRrI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Bx8a5MjKYBw/s1600-h/smoke+object.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150106077794748082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jaMPqJRrI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Bx8a5MjKYBw/s400/smoke+object.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;↑Hanetsuki and the smoke pot thing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3iz8fqJRXI/AAAAAAAAAa8/mfNPaBCHm44/s1600-h/clensing+thing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150064025769952626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3iz8fqJRXI/AAAAAAAAAa8/mfNPaBCHm44/s400/clensing+thing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jaMfqJRsI/AAAAAAAAAdk/4h9sl85qfMY/s1600-h/something+yellow+oo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150106082089715394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jaMfqJRsI/AAAAAAAAAdk/4h9sl85qfMY/s400/something+yellow+oo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3iz8vqJRaI/AAAAAAAAAbU/fQHo1X4oImQ/s1600-h/eat+it+ayaka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150064030064919970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3iz8vqJRaI/AAAAAAAAAbU/fQHo1X4oImQ/s400/eat+it+ayaka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a weird building with a yellow spirit looking thing attatched to it. So we decided to just make use of the funny object LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the pic with the weird yellow thing, we went to Akihabara to by Keish a sexy school girl's outfit but it was too damn expensive and we didn't find any that she wanted so we headed to Tokyo Tower♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jaMvqJRtI/AAAAAAAAAds/ZG2A_b3tUFM/s1600-h/buck+tooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150106086384682706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jaMvqJRtI/AAAAAAAAAds/ZG2A_b3tUFM/s400/buck+tooth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While we waited for the bus to Tokyo Tower to come, another random picture moments hit us LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jaM_qJRvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/wc8INdIg6bM/s1600-h/heheh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150106090679650034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jaM_qJRvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/wc8INdIg6bM/s400/heheh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still waiting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jaM_qJRuI/AAAAAAAAAd0/yxc7mG4fWDQ/s1600-h/bus+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150106090679650018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jaM_qJRuI/AAAAAAAAAd0/yxc7mG4fWDQ/s400/bus+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus came after another 10 random pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;↓Yay~ Tokyo Tower~♡♡♡&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jb2fqJRwI/AAAAAAAAAeE/alUBFn4VTJQ/s1600-h/tree+and+tower+oo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150107903155848962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jb2fqJRwI/AAAAAAAAAeE/alUBFn4VTJQ/s400/tree+and+tower+oo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got totally into the illuminations around the Tokyo Tower :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jekvqJR7I/AAAAAAAAAfc/woR_gAMqqPY/s1600-h/christmas+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150110896748054450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jekvqJR7I/AAAAAAAAAfc/woR_gAMqqPY/s400/christmas+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas Tree at Tokyo Tower, and yes, it was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jekvqJR6I/AAAAAAAAAfU/0yOebwBh8GM/s1600-h/push+that+train!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150110896748054434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jekvqJR6I/AAAAAAAAAfU/0yOebwBh8GM/s400/push+that+train!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push the damn train!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jek_qJR8I/AAAAAAAAAfk/zxWe71xqZvw/s1600-h/choochootrain+kiwi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150110901043021762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jek_qJR8I/AAAAAAAAAfk/zxWe71xqZvw/s400/choochootrain+kiwi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jek_qJR9I/AAAAAAAAAfs/ZmvKIC7TbEk/s1600-h/choochootrain+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150110901043021778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jek_qJR9I/AAAAAAAAAfs/ZmvKIC7TbEk/s400/choochootrain+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jdZvqJR1I/AAAAAAAAAes/YGrQ1ZCmxUc/s1600-h/waiting+under+the+light+oo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150109608257865554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jdZvqJR1I/AAAAAAAAAes/YGrQ1ZCmxUc/s400/waiting+under+the+light+oo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jdZ_qJR2I/AAAAAAAAAe0/Jt6fXoOe_Co/s1600-h/waiting+under+the+light+oo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150109612552832866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jdZ_qJR2I/AAAAAAAAAe0/Jt6fXoOe_Co/s400/waiting+under+the+light+oo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;↑WTF? We're supposed to be the ones making the boys wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jdZ_qJR3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/yz6hbTiySOU/s1600-h/view+from+the+tower+oo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150109612552832882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jdZ_qJR3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/yz6hbTiySOU/s400/view+from+the+tower+oo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;↑The view of Tokyo from the Tokyo Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jdaPqJR4I/AAAAAAAAAfE/LqgKI2cHV3U/s1600-h/dog+and+kiwi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150109616847800194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jdaPqJR4I/AAAAAAAAAfE/LqgKI2cHV3U/s400/dog+and+kiwi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jdafqJR5I/AAAAAAAAAfM/SfPYsrAFVQ4/s1600-h/kill+hammy+oo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150109621142767506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jdafqJR5I/AAAAAAAAAfM/SfPYsrAFVQ4/s400/kill+hammy+oo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to Kiwi and I, even a realistic picture can bring us joy♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jfzvqJR_I/AAAAAAAAAf8/Utw5Sp4tWT4/s1600-h/santa+raccoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150112253957720050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jfzvqJR_I/AAAAAAAAAf8/Utw5Sp4tWT4/s400/santa+raccoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Santa Raccoon that we saw at a company's lobby when walking to the bus station. Jotna UGLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the visit to Tokyo Tower we headed to Ooimachi where we found a school girl ribbon and some white school T's and I found a cute white jacket. After buying them, we were more than ready to get our stomach filled with some goood food. And so we take pics again while we wait for the bus..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jiPvqJSBI/AAAAAAAAAgM/imULCICQsBc/s1600-h/legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150114934017312786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jiPvqJSBI/AAAAAAAAAgM/imULCICQsBc/s400/legs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jiP_qJSCI/AAAAAAAAAgU/P7HT9sU56H4/s1600-h/mono-tones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150114938312280098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jiP_qJSCI/AAAAAAAAAgU/P7HT9sU56H4/s400/mono-tones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;↑The white one is my leg and keish's leg is the one in fish-net tights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After all of this, and many more, we went to chow at my work, Yakimaru and we TOTALLY forgot to take pictures of them.. But we did manage to take one thing... the dessert♡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jek_qJR-I/AAAAAAAAAf0/KyV8Ledkh6Q/s1600-h/kiwi+and+the+dessert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150110901043021794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jek_qJR-I/AAAAAAAAAf0/KyV8Ledkh6Q/s400/kiwi+and+the+dessert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jfzvqJSAI/AAAAAAAAAgE/VzdcAObXrXg/s1600-h/yum+yum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150112253957720066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jfzvqJSAI/AAAAAAAAAgE/VzdcAObXrXg/s400/yum+yum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, the next morning, we dropped Keisha at Shinagawa Prince Hotel and the Limousine bus took her to Narita Airport.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-7717715970808810900?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7717715970808810900/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=7717715970808810900' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/7717715970808810900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/7717715970808810900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/12/si-december-keishas-visit.html' title='Si December :) - Keisha&apos;s Visit.'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3jibvqJSFI/AAAAAAAAAgs/n32mPfrzgSM/s72-c/me+and+kiwi+oo4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-8658104850282752264</id><published>2007-12-26T01:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T02:24:04.776+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Man made Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3E74_qJRVI/AAAAAAAAAas/3vhS8LDTaWg/s1600-h/the+beauty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147961699408102738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3E74_qJRVI/AAAAAAAAAas/3vhS8LDTaWg/s400/the+beauty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can something made by man be so beautiful???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Do you see what I see? Do you feel what I feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿&lt;/span&gt;･･･Tell me that I'm not alone。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-8658104850282752264?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8658104850282752264/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=8658104850282752264' title='2 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/8658104850282752264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/8658104850282752264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/12/man-made-beauty.html' title='Man made Beauty'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R3E74_qJRVI/AAAAAAAAAas/3vhS8LDTaWg/s72-c/the+beauty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-8944399415889340845</id><published>2007-12-16T01:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T02:10:02.624+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe you can fly too..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's now 1:30am in Tokyo.. and what am I doing?? I'm being sang to... By whom?? The great Hyun Tag Seo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it all started, it was 12:53am he opens a chat box and shakes me... I was writing another blog but there he comes out of boredom.. He starts a voice chat with me and starts playing all the songs he likes and we stumble upon R. Kelly's &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Believe I can Fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, it's a great song, I must admit. And we sort of do a little duet.. and we go through a couple more songs like &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;キスして抱きしめて (Kiss shite dakishimete)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by MISIA and now he's singing &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Believe I can Fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to me all by himself this time... Now he's telling me that he's gonna give up on his dream of being a singer - -;; And now he's singing a Korean song by Rain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so crazy.. A little before this whole incident where he was still looking for songs to play and see if I knew the songs, he couldn't find a song I guess, and he goes "DAMN! I cannot find it.. Where's that song?? Did you ate it?" !?- -;; ATE it??? I don't think so.. the last time I checked I eat food not songs.. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's such spontaneous guy and he never fails to surprise me and make me happy. That's so weird.. he makes me smile by doing stupid things. Most people would feel so annoyed if they got calls 2am in the morning or was sang to for over an hour, and all you can do is just listen.. But me on the other hand, I enjoy his craziness and his never ending concert. Ai adai, I'm such a great little sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your first fan Hyun Taggie Oppa~ xD If you do become a singer that is.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's now singing some love song with lots of 'Saranghae's and asking me if I like the song.. He never sings the whole song.. he always have to stop the song in the middle for weird reasons like 'I'm tired of that song' or to tell me 'I don't think I can be a singer anymore' or to ask if I like the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing's for sure, he has a nice voice. Only if he stopped fooling around.. then he'd probably get TONS of more girls... LOL. I like it when he's singing Korean songs :) If only for a second, the song makes him appear like a great prince LOL.. But then he breaks that image by rapping out of no where or telling some odd jokes.. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's telling me I'm a bad girl cuz I'm not going to church today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, now he's accusing me of lying.. and now he's telling me to sing.. more like singing me to sing... - -;; whetts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna sing me a church song now to prove to me that he's been going to church.. but he's like "uhh~ uhh~... aww~ I forgot~~" and now he told me that he lied and he's making up excuses for not going to church in Japan.. But before I ruin his 'good' image, I think I'm gonna stop here.. I'll be posting up a more meaningful post later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love y'll♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-8944399415889340845?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8944399415889340845/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=8944399415889340845' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/8944399415889340845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/8944399415889340845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-believe-you-can-fly-too.html' title='I believe you can fly too..'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-7489370344048495842</id><published>2007-12-13T02:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T03:56:07.182+09:00</updated><title type='text'>クリスマス･シーズン♥Christmas Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's Christmas Season baybeeeee~~~♡♡♡&lt;br /&gt;It's the time where we go crazy shopping and eating and drinking and just telling those that we love the most 'You're so fun to be with and I love you sooo much!' I love the atmosphere and all the hugging and kissing we see in the city :) Not that I WATCH them til the end or anything.. It just makes me smile inside that no matter the religion, no matter the race, no matter the place and the age, Christmas is still so loved and cared. Even though there isn't one family that celebrates it the same, I think that we should all be thankful that we have a Holiday where it's filled with smiles and hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my first Christmas this year in Japan. I thought that I'd be alone at home with my grandparents (the ONLY ones in my life that doesn't celebrate Christmas ]x ) doing everything BUT singing Christmas songs and cutting cakes and unwrapping presents for each other... But fortunately, this year is a little different than I thought. This year, I'll be accompanied by Tomo, Luis, and Kaba LOL so it's like I'm in Saipan (sort of..) and being with friends are always a good thing so thank God for friends right? Me and Tomo have to plan something for the two foreign visitors LOL. I'm already planning to take Kaba to Asakusa, cuz according to my boss it's like one of the big places for GAIKOKUJIN LOL. It's gonna be my second time there LOL whetts... I'm like a visitor too.. Tomo told me the other day that I'm not saipanese anymore xD I didn't know that I was saipanese... I still have to find out what saipanese means to him... -Chamorro? -Island Girl? -Nicely tanned? -Fashion?? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for next week! So much events and so little time xD It's gonna be one hectic month. Idk, it's so weird.. I was looking through my planner that I bought in mid-June and found out that there are almost NO days where I had nothing to do.. I always had something filled in for each day.. esp the last two to three weeks have been a rush and it will continue til the 25th if not the whole month. Anyways, just a little post on the wonders of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall we hit the usual picture column now? I'm sure most ppl are more into seeing my pics and writing a comment on their fav. pic. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R2AtQv5lT4I/AAAAAAAAAYs/_-BdjFzPTxA/s1600-h/ichigo-chan+oo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143160540216250242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R2AtQv5lT4I/AAAAAAAAAYs/_-BdjFzPTxA/s400/ichigo-chan+oo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's the strawberries I ate last night♥&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R2AtQf5lT3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/dzUzo_hkjv4/s1600-h/ichigo-chan+oo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143160535921282930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R2AtQf5lT3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/dzUzo_hkjv4/s400/ichigo-chan+oo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow, it's been a while since the last time I posted a pic of me without any make-up LOL No one can really tell the difference though LOL.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R2AtRP5lT5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/VFw23eskGt4/s1600-h/ichigo-chan+oo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143160548806184850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R2AtRP5lT5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/VFw23eskGt4/s400/ichigo-chan+oo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Those really were some real sweet strawberries, yum♡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R2AtRf5lT6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/bXxlTU_yLsA/s1600-h/oji+cooking+oo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143160553101152162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R2AtRf5lT6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/bXxlTU_yLsA/s400/oji+cooking+oo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's my grand-daddy there cooking for the first time, he made that Chinese mabo-eggplant. It was tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R2AtRf5lT7I/AAAAAAAAAZE/fnjjjNmve3A/s1600-h/oji+cooking+oo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143160553101152178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R2AtRf5lT7I/AAAAAAAAAZE/fnjjjNmve3A/s400/oji+cooking+oo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the first pic I took of him cooking. I was like "OMG, Oji's in the kitchen with a frying pan! I gotta take this pic!" LOL, he did some tossing shit while I took it, but it just came out blurry so I took another one, and some others from the other side of the kitchen LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So there it was~ some pics for everyone to love♡&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-7489370344048495842?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7489370344048495842/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=7489370344048495842' title='4 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/7489370344048495842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/7489370344048495842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-season.html' title='クリスマス･シーズン♥Christmas Season'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R2AtQv5lT4I/AAAAAAAAAYs/_-BdjFzPTxA/s72-c/ichigo-chan+oo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-1823387301284592067</id><published>2007-12-09T00:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T01:28:37.700+09:00</updated><title type='text'>'BTW' PICS♡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1rB7v5lT2I/AAAAAAAAAYc/ZYkZZiGt4Ik/s1600-h/green+fuwafuwa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141635156811272034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1rB7v5lT2I/AAAAAAAAAYc/ZYkZZiGt4Ik/s400/green+fuwafuwa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My green long jacket with fluffy fur on the rims of my hat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1q_kf5lTxI/AAAAAAAAAX0/C6JHyI8VpxQ/s1600-h/passion+show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141632558356057874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1q_kf5lTxI/AAAAAAAAAX0/C6JHyI8VpxQ/s400/passion+show.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My down jacket~ so warm and fluffy~ and as you can see, I have yet to figure out  what to put up on the shelves behind me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1q_kv5lTyI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ZVxydzxp7zc/s1600-h/kouyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141632562651025186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1q_kv5lTyI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ZVxydzxp7zc/s400/kouyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fall is slowly dying and heading towards winter... the trees get prettier and prettier. Love it♡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1q_kv5lTzI/AAAAAAAAAYE/SmwG3fRnun8/s1600-h/drinks+oo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141632562651025202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1q_kv5lTzI/AAAAAAAAAYE/SmwG3fRnun8/s400/drinks+oo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THIS is the apricot liquor that I'm so in love with. It's called Shinrucyu. Too yummy♡♡♡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1q_k_5lT0I/AAAAAAAAAYM/gLu34Qp56uA/s1600-h/konpeitou+snowman+oo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141632566945992514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1q_k_5lT0I/AAAAAAAAAYM/gLu34Qp56uA/s400/konpeitou+snowman+oo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's japanese sugar candy~ my cousin was playing with it so I decided to do a little playing myself. I made a snowman for her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1q_k_5lT1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/N-_kcMI0mrc/s1600-h/konpeitou+snowman+oo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141632566945992530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1q_k_5lT1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/N-_kcMI0mrc/s400/konpeitou+snowman+oo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just in Color-pencil mode on my cell-cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let's talk about my day in the end.. well, as I told Wen already, it seems as if every time I go to work I end up hurting myself somehow LOL. Like today I was poking toothpicks into the onion (for the veggie plate) and the toothpick just snapped into two. The snapped toothpick ended up poking my thumb and as always, I stood there bleeding again... My boss, who have seen the whole incident, calls out to me and says "Hurt again? You ok??" and I tell him "Can you get me a band-aid?" as I push the blood out and wash it in water...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jeez, how much extra blood do I have in me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyways, I was shocked at the amount of people who didn't come into our restaurant today... wtf.. I was bored from the beginning to the end man! On top of that my boss tells me to clean this greasy segment of our kitchen... I was totally cool with it, until I noticed that I only have an hour to scrub and stuff... I wish my shift didn't end so soon... I wish he would've mentioned it like 2 hours earlier... it's not as if I had anything else to do... MAN I'm so upset... I was sooooo close, I just needed another 20~30 minutes to completely make it white and clean!!!!! I'm planning to ask my boss if I could have some time to scrub again tomorrow LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, that was my night at work.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the comments guys, oh and don't forget to check my comments back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love ya,  take care~♡&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-1823387301284592067?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1823387301284592067/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=1823387301284592067' title='5 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/1823387301284592067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/1823387301284592067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/12/btw-pics.html' title='&apos;BTW&apos; PICS♡'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1rB7v5lT2I/AAAAAAAAAYc/ZYkZZiGt4Ik/s72-c/green+fuwafuwa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-814481700339561573</id><published>2007-12-07T00:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T10:08:35.803+09:00</updated><title type='text'>♡鍋♡鍋♡鍋♡鍋♡鍋♡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ツゥデェェ⇒イズニュュ⇒ス!題名どーり今日のお題は『鍋』☆☆☆ってか②日ぐらい前のニュースだけどwまぁ～つづくっす。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;鍋はナイスだょねぇ～。暖まるし。美味しいし。簡単だし。野菜豊富だし。&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1iUwiVmtkI/AAAAAAAAAWs/zdgqWX2E5Go/s1600-h/nabe+oo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141022536215475778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1iUwiVmtkI/AAAAAAAAAWs/zdgqWX2E5Go/s400/nabe+oo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;この鍋マジヤバすぎ☆魚&amp;amp;ベジタブル～&amp;amp;薄切り豚肉&amp;amp;トーフ&amp;amp; 鳥団子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1iUwyVmtlI/AAAAAAAAAW0/lYBUgsG1IpQ/s1600-h/nabe+oo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141022540510443090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1iUwyVmtlI/AAAAAAAAAW0/lYBUgsG1IpQ/s400/nabe+oo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; マジに全部入ってるし♡良い出汁出てるし♡マジ美味すぎ♡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1iVIyVmtqI/AAAAAAAAAXc/LU6wdebW8co/s1600-h/my+hat+oo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141022952827303586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1iVIyVmtqI/AAAAAAAAAXc/LU6wdebW8co/s400/my+hat+oo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; あや&amp;amp;お気にハット～～～～～♡♡♡♡♡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1iVIyVmtrI/AAAAAAAAAXk/B8hTa4R_zo0/s1600-h/my+hat+oo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141022952827303602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1iVIyVmtrI/AAAAAAAAAXk/B8hTa4R_zo0/s400/my+hat+oo5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ごめん。ユイカ･･･キューピーがっ!!!・°・(ノД｀)・°・&lt;br /&gt;本体ともどもとれた･･･。マジにごめん。探してスーパァーのりりんでくっつけるし。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1iVJCVmtsI/AAAAAAAAAXs/36jqy-R3Vfg/s1600-h/my+hat+oo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141022957122270914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1iVJCVmtsI/AAAAAAAAAXs/36jqy-R3Vfg/s400/my+hat+oo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; そっぽむきぃ～イエィ②&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1iUwyVmtmI/AAAAAAAAAW8/tGXXyGSxmNM/s1600-h/drinks+oo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141022540510443106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1iUwyVmtmI/AAAAAAAAAW8/tGXXyGSxmNM/s400/drinks+oo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; これマジウマいょ。この杏のやつにマジ惚れ～ほれぼれ～♡♡♡左!左!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1iUwyVmtnI/AAAAAAAAAXE/9N9ekpzsoVY/s1600-h/rings+oo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141022540510443122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1iUwyVmtnI/AAAAAAAAAXE/9N9ekpzsoVY/s400/rings+oo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 新すぃぃぃぃぃぃぃぃぃぃぃ指輪ちゃん達。Clair'sで一目惚れしたよん☆手白っ!顔赤っ!ヤバッ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1iUxCVmtoI/AAAAAAAAAXM/KDjOPuFQcko/s1600-h/rings+oo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141022544805410434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1iUxCVmtoI/AAAAAAAAAXM/KDjOPuFQcko/s400/rings+oo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ほんと好き&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141022948532336274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1iVIiVmtpI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Lfw12XF5TMM/s400/rings+oo4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;こんな感じ～☆☆☆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♡鍋♡鍋♡鍋♡鍋♡鍋♡鍋♡鍋♡鍋♡鍋♡鍋♡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man, Japanese NABE is soooo damn good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like unbelievably healthy and well-balanced. Our Nabe that day had all sorts of veggies. But what made it real good was the pork slices and the fish and the chicken dumplings that gave the nabe the depth (you can't see the pork slices and the chicken dumplings cuz we put it in after we started eating for a while and I was too into eating.. but someday I'll take it again).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it was real nice how everyone surrounds one table and they pick at the nabe... in a KOTATU♡♡♡&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and those other pics of me are just showing off my hat. I fell in love with it when I was walking by. Like it caught the corner of my eye and like it was just calling me LOL. PLUS it was sooo cheap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rings weren't cheap though T^T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's all good cuz I love all three pairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Skull ring and pretty crystal ring xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH and the drink is Apricot flavored. It's like 14% alc. but it's sweet and nice on the throat.. Although the alcohol comes to the stomach later on.. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-814481700339561573?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/814481700339561573/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=814481700339561573' title='4 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/814481700339561573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/814481700339561573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='♡鍋♡鍋♡鍋♡鍋♡鍋♡'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1iUwiVmtkI/AAAAAAAAAWs/zdgqWX2E5Go/s72-c/nabe+oo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-2152830702485464955</id><published>2007-12-02T23:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T02:02:50.303+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another update.:☆</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zomg~ just another update... - -;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go with Jap version before I get into the 'always longer' English version♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ん～いきなりだけど胸キュンこの頃しないなぁ～胸焼けならするけど(ぇっ...そっち？w)　じゃなくて，いい男いないかなぁ～そこらへんに&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ф&lt;/span&gt;(。、。)．。・探さなきゃ見つからないって正直どぅよ？・°・(ノД｀)・°・探すのねんどぅぃぃぃ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;あっ、今日はじめて「オバハン怖っ!｣とか思っちゃった･･･TOCで「得の市」って奴があって～なんでも70%オフだったりwとにかく安いんでオバハン達にこのあやかさんが体当たりとかされて揉みくちゃにされたwマジどんだけ～。でも気分は満足。パープルのトップ&amp;amp;フワ②キャミ&amp;amp;モスグリーンのファー付ジャケット買ってもらったし♡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ん～この頃周囲にインフルエンザが流行ってる、かかるかもっ!とか激ウマ焼肉屋オーナーと今日話してて「予防注射しにいかなきゃつらいよ。」とか言われたけど予防注射の効き目は撃ってから①ヵ月後…。効くのは来年やん!遅ぃってw『サイパン病院嫌い』ボディーでインフルエンザに罹んないように戦うっす!応援宜しく(　´∀｀)dフハハハハ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;んじゃ早速英語に切り替えます。&lt;br /&gt;☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆&lt;br /&gt;"Japanese Obahan~ you know~???" they're elder ladies that can careless if they ran you over with their big shopping bags and weird sweater armors... - -;; I should know... A couple of them run over me today... Imagine a lady with a very colorful sweater and weird hat coming at you with tons of shopping bags in both arms, eyes still searching for other treasures on for sale.... I get goosebumps just from thinking about it... -Let me back track and tell you why I was in a place filled with elder ladies... well.. today was TOC's tokunoichi.. TOC is a mall containing 13 floors of goodies for everyone from babies to teenagers to elder customers to old folks.. Starting November 30th there was a SALE going on called the Tokunoichi and today was the last day to participate in that SALE. Most items were on sale; most were 30% off and some were 70% off... So you don't need any brains to figure out WHY there were lots of elders with a 'I wanna buy lots for cheap' mind-set.. My grandma was one of them, she went yesterday AND today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, she went with my cousin and Oji. She has already bought an oval antique looking mirror that's about a foot tall with brown laces and ribbons for me. This was how I got introduced to it→ "I &lt;strong&gt;knew&lt;/strong&gt; it would fit your style :D Isn't it cute!?" &lt;em&gt;"Uhh.. ok..?"&lt;/em&gt; "Can you see yourself in it? You should bring it to your room♥" &lt;em&gt;"Of course I can.. it's a mirror..(and I hate it...)"&lt;/em&gt; "Go bring it now :)" &lt;em&gt;"... mkay... - -;; (how can I sell this without her knowing?)"&lt;/em&gt;. Maybe I'll post a pic of it tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also managed to buy a 1'5 ft tall Snowman figure with a board that says "LET IT SNOW" except one part of the L is missing gold paint.. she bought it REAL CHEAP just because it was cute and she thought that she can give it to someone except she doesn't know who, and I am not planning to say that she should keep it.. She doesn't celebrate CHRISTmas anyways :S I don't know why she even thought it was cute... She also managed to buy a dark green bag for me that seems to be able to fit everything in my room - "For school" she says, "so you can fit your sketchbooks and lunch and paint and homework and.." the list goes on... LOL. She's such a weird little grandma with no fashion and color sense.. Lately she's been buying me darker clothing like black jackets, brown pants, inner shirts with dark cherry laces, black hot shorts, moss green bags, grey poodle pet-bottle cover.... So like my wardrobe (grandma-bought section) is like so depressing LOL. My mom's section is like all ROCK-ish, and the section where I put the cloths that I bought is like multi-colored... LOL. I feel like I have every color possible.. I even have yellow LOL but it's mostly black/white/brown cuz my grandma buys WAY too many stuff that just end up sleeping in the closet... Waste of money.. maybe I'll coordinate it well with bright colors... idk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I got bumped and tossed and run over, today was fun, I ate massive good ramen &amp;amp; I went shopping and got a purple top &amp;amp; a fluffy camisole &amp;amp; a macha green jacket with a fur-rimmed hoodie &amp;amp; some black tights♡♡♡♡♡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to my mom's, I got a baggy hip-hugger jeans &amp;amp; a long shirt one-piece &amp;amp; a frilly long sleeve one piece too. Didn't I already say this?? Anyways, I'll do a little fashion show on cell pic and post it up tomorrow ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here I'll just post up pics &amp;amp;&amp;amp; music videos☆&lt;br /&gt;んじゃぁ～写真&amp;amp;&amp;amp;PVタ～ィム☆☆☆&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ghIZi3ArAGI&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Both videos are from mihimaruGT and no they're not related to each other. They're such comedians :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w6mimANG-gk&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This next song is by DJ Ozma and the other guy singing is just his club hostes friend.. Now DJ Ozma's effing funny! Like his songs are like those songs that you just hear it once and the next thing you know you catch yourself singing it while you're alone in your room or (if your like me) at work. It's like that song by FloRida ft. T-Pain ♪Low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I8_I85JDjrM&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♪バリバリ(Baribari like working hard) Monday night~&lt;br /&gt;ラブラブ(Lovey-Dovey)Tuesday night~♪&lt;br /&gt;♪モテモテWednesday night~Thursday night~&lt;br /&gt;I need you! I want you!　あぁなんと言う(How can I say)~hoo~♪&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♪イケイケ(Like 'Go! Go!' or like looking good)Friday night~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;脱げ脱げ(Strip strip)Sunday night~♪&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♪アゲアゲ(Sound effects for being hyper) EVERY 騎士（knight)~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yah, it's some meaningless 'LET'S GET LAID!' song but it's too catchy to not sing it.. I disappoint myself for the lack of control over my brain..&lt;br /&gt;・°・(ノД｀)・°・&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On another note, my Uncle's Koume, Yakkun (my uncle from my Mom's side) is in LOVE with her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139420045378176786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1LjTSxJxxI/AAAAAAAAAVc/rz_N-gJaxQs/s400/koume+oo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's me in my NMA v-ball shirt (that Phillip gave me.. more like traded LOL) and my hair in a volcano erruption mode.. LOL&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1LjTCxJxwI/AAAAAAAAAVU/yWui6KbtWdo/s1600-R/ãã§ã³ãã²hair+oo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139420041083209474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1LjTCxJxwI/AAAAAAAAAVU/DjcHLMmNOAE/s400/%E3%83%81%E3%83%A7%E3%83%B3%E3%83%9E%E3%82%B2hair+oo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1LjTixJxyI/AAAAAAAAAVk/6bzHRhvu0fE/s1600-R/Baræ¥æ¯è°·+oo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139420049673144098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1LjTixJxyI/AAAAAAAAAVk/9PmqOdhbKfU/s400/Bar%E6%97%A5%E6%AF%94%E8%B0%B7+oo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is in Bar日比谷(Hibiya) where my mom and I ate before we headed back to her house.. What kind of a mom brings her daughter to a bar? But the drinks &amp;amp; foods &amp;amp; desserts were yummy♡&lt;br /&gt;I'll post a pic of my drink when my mom sends them to me xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1LjTixJxzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/9BcEHOnMxyk/s1600-R/Baræ¥æ¯è°·+oo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139420049673144114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1LjTixJxzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/kjas6UwSHd0/s400/Bar%E6%97%A5%E6%AF%94%E8%B0%B7+oo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-2152830702485464955?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2152830702485464955/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=2152830702485464955' title='8 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/2152830702485464955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/2152830702485464955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-another-update.html' title='Just another update.:☆'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R1LjTSxJxxI/AAAAAAAAAVc/rz_N-gJaxQs/s72-c/koume+oo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-4940398682597397064</id><published>2007-11-28T23:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T00:49:37.305+09:00</updated><title type='text'>水曜in川越</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I really didn't do much, I woke up and watched my mom leave for the hospital for a check up.. Then I just like fell asleep again.. I woke up around 12 or 1 and wasted my time until my mom came back.. Turns out, she has some type of rock in her belly... I'm not sure what it is but the doc told her that it's a small one so it may disappear with time or get bigger.. depends on her periods.. She seemed really sad about it even though she was joking around about it.. I can tell.. She's cut open her stomach once already, she really doesn't want to go through that painful experience again. I think she's gone through enough so I hope that surgery can be avoided..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we like ate lunch which was Curry Pilaf and Lettuce soup with Shrimp Dango and Mochi-Kinchaku. It was good, like all the dishes my mom makes. Then we went golfing - it was more like she golfed while I read a book, rocked out to my music, and regret the choice I made in buying a hot milk tea that tasted quite funkay~&gt;P I did hit some but my blank being ①year and also the fact that even in class I wasn't that great... well.. the outcome of my shots are pretty predictable.. OF COURSE it went horrible.. Like my mom was struggling not to laugh at me.. T^T And that's how far I'm gonna ellaborate on that topic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick stop back home, we walked over to Shimachu to buy some clothes. LIKE I NEED ANY MORE!!! ....... Well, I do, not only am I a monster called LADY who never has an end to cravings for clothes, but I also didn't bring much to Kawagoe... This is all I brought: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-wallet&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;-underwears&lt;br /&gt;-mirror&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt; -cell phone&lt;br /&gt;-lip gloss &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;-① PJ pants&lt;br /&gt;-① sweater &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt; -①jean shorts&lt;br /&gt;-①tank top&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:*****&lt;/span&gt; -①thin long sleeve&lt;br /&gt;-①down jacket&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;**:&lt;/span&gt; -①t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;-sketch book &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;****:&lt;/span&gt;-reflection notebook&lt;br /&gt;-contact lense case and water&lt;br /&gt;-color pencils and regular sketching pencils&lt;br /&gt;-book of Mormon (for further study, though I forgot the tag with the recommended scriptures..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uhh yah.. We definitely needed to go shopping, and for my sake(!) I did not plan this.. I just thought that it would carry me through the week and if it didn't I thought that I'd be able to borrow my mom's clothes.. But unfortunately, my mom and my taste in clothes were quite different (besides the type of house wear we use.. Like the jersy pants and stuff..) so therefore we had to go to Shimachu so that we can go out more. I insisted in making it through the week with the many items I brought, but she wouldn't listen. But thanks to her, I bought ③ new clothes. A shirt-one piece (it sound weird but it's really cute, we wear a tank top and short pants and use the shirt-one piece as a jacket); blue jeans that makes your legs look nice even in boots (cuz your legs look ugly and thick when you tuck in the jeans and wear boots over it); and a long sleeve and a mini-frilly skirt one piece. And my mom bought lots of her own clothes like skinny jeans and like tight one pieces and like turtle-necks. And we're planning to head back again during the week, I'm not even sure if I'd be able to bring them all back to Tokyo... - -;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, as I type away, I'm listening to music and debating if I should move onto the next activity of the night.. Reading the scriptures or working on the mental games or oneo reading some other books... OR watching CSI: Miami2... Hmmm hard topics... I must ponder on it some more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it's almost 1AM here. So I'll be heading out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night everyone. Love ya all♡&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-4940398682597397064?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4940398682597397064/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=4940398682597397064' title='3 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/4940398682597397064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/4940398682597397064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/11/in.html' title='水曜in川越'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-6563349327005818468</id><published>2007-11-27T03:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T23:48:14.673+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure is hard to withstand..</title><content type='html'>Bleh.. I'm so lost in my thoughts.. Like I'm really at a loss for words which really is rare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me think... I've had lots of fun events this week and the last (and I'm planning to post it up but it may take a while cuz I'm in Saitama right now.. and the pics are on my home-pc so..) but that's not what I want to talk about.. These days I just feel like I have all these things to do but no time to accomplish my tasks.. I feel like an working ant, always in a hurry to get from one place to another and bring in resources for the rest of the crew... Like I feel like I'm just sliding through life and not really taking the moment to appreciate the miracles around me. I feel like I'm never really living my live, I feel like I'm just making it through the days and not leaving any profit... And this feeling really sucks... It's not that I'm setting priorities and just being lazy and dumping them on the side of nowhere.. It's that I set so many things to do for myself that I just can't do them all.. and I can't just pick up where I've left off.. I wonder if this is how Bruce (Almighty) felt... like I feel like I'm living the present for the future and yet dragging remnants from the past like a toilet tissue stuck on the heel of your shoe... I think and still have nothing on my mind.. it's confusing and weird.. idk.. I feel like God's telling me to do something and yet I'm not opening my mind enough to comprehend my task...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Maybe my time in Saitama is here to let my mind rest.. To let me breathe and take a minute to sort my thoughts and goals.. These days I've been listening to J-ROCK and it's so weird.. I'm into AQUA TIMEZ right now, I've already bought their new album - I reserved it online before it even came out.. LOL. They're so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and hey! I have a Jin Wan in Japan.. LOL. Sir Ushijima.. He REALLY smiles JUST like that Jin Wan except Sir Ushijima is A LOT funnier and nicer and smarter! He's WAY cool! I'll try to get a pic of him as well as the 'HOTT' Elder Zarbuck. He's probably more of Vianki's type. The 'sexy' Caucasian who forgets to smile sometimes LOL. I heard this story but it's just so funny! Like when he's not doing anything (like talking to a friend or something) then he doesn't smile when his eyes meet someone else's so like he writes 'SMILE' on his hand with a pen to remind him to smile :D LOL. You can tell that he's not a cheap goof-around type..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to other important subjects.. Well, these days it's getting tiring for me to write blogs.. as you can tell LOL, I haven't been posting too much... IRDK I think I'm sleeping too much or doing other non-important things too much.. These days I don't even have things that I want to write about.. Hmmm... OH I got an e-mail from Eun Ji..... She sent me a pic of us before I left Saipan.. or wait.. before SHE left Saipan. It was a pic from my birthday. LOL. Jae Hee's birthday present was on the pic (the yummy chocolate box) and like the wrapping ribbon around my neck LOL, yah~ the good times :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I read over my blog.. I think I started off talking about the pressure being hard to withstand.. Well.. it HAS been 3 days since I trailed off to do something else... I think I'll end this post and start another one about today. Okie... that's what I'll do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-6563349327005818468?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6563349327005818468/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=6563349327005818468' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/6563349327005818468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/6563349327005818468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/11/pressure-is-hard-to-withstand.html' title='Pressure is hard to withstand..'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-3040544402593577695</id><published>2007-11-15T01:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T02:49:19.421+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking to my best friend Suks.+*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I met Suelki-chan online. And as soon as I came online she blinked me :) And we talked about SOOOO many things but something that I thought would &lt;u&gt;NEVER&lt;/u&gt; happen, happened...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She adviced me on how to make a man yours. LOL. But I'm not joking.. She was saying that she's too strong and no guys come around and I said that all the good guys are taken when I meet them.. And she was telling me what Jae Hee said which was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Just because they have a goal keeper doesn't mean you can't score"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was like 'YAH! I heard that tooo from Jae Hee's mouth when I was still on island!!' And we went on to talking about this hott&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;guy at TDG and Suelki goes &lt;em&gt;"I learned from my experience... act expensive. Then they will love you look at &lt;/em&gt;○○○○&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.... - -;; Uhmmm but I want him to like for who I am....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suelki shot me down... she said &lt;em&gt;"hey man.. you need skills now-a-days just to go for a guy..&lt;/em&gt; (mentally picks up a reality gun and aims....) &lt;em&gt;..with just true love your gonna end up like me.. SKILLs BABY. SKILLS..&lt;/em&gt; (POW! With that, I get SHOT down to reality... and I start to ponder if I really must skill up... and as i ponder.. she goes in for the kill) &lt;em&gt;..Honesty isn't everything as you said. Flirty but never give everything.. you know?"&lt;/em&gt; Urrggg... (R.I.P. ayaka's heart...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL... And then she revives me by saying "Hey but good luck &gt;_&lt;&lt;!!" .. I've lost hope (_ _) &lt;/div&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I know you can so score you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;have the look.."&lt;/em&gt; (_ _ΙΙΙ){…。]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;".. personality.."&lt;/em&gt; ∑(。・_・。)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"and the body SEXY~"&lt;/em&gt; (_ _ΙΙΙΙ){no Suelki, I have the boobs.. not the body...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"EXACTLY that's my point. At school we did some comparing..we cannot win! I am so getting that estrogen GUM"&lt;/em&gt; (I summerized the convo a little to make the post a little bit more compact)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... Ok.. when did this convo turn into a boob talk... That used to only occur between Mina and me... Oh speaking of Mina.. Sorry guys back home for making a fuss that our boobs grew.. According to Suks, she hated it when we had that boob growing talk.. so.. I apologize. And I'm planning to send Suelki a special present from Japan... Like Suelki said, yay~ the technology. And maybe one for Vianka too. heheh +ﾟヾ(´∀｀*)ﾉﾞ｡+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We also talked about Psycho Pedro.. and byontae people (two in particular LOL.) I had lots of laughs tonight, as well as Suelki's honest hits about many things... Hahah. Thanks Suelki~ Love you muchos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me end this post off with a pic that I drew few days ago 3 in the morning. I was just gonna draw a lady who was in my head but she ended up with black flares..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzstZMz8j1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/GoZsL0EgOVE/s1600-h/no+evil+no+light+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132746111277895506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzstZMz8j1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/GoZsL0EgOVE/s400/no+evil+no+light+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzstZcz8j2I/AAAAAAAAAUU/i6MNeTXTtxU/s1600-h/no+evil+no+light+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132746115572862818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzstZcz8j2I/AAAAAAAAAUU/i6MNeTXTtxU/s400/no+evil+no+light+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzstZcz8j3I/AAAAAAAAAUc/uciF5FfRYmM/s1600-h/peacock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132746115572862834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzstZcz8j3I/AAAAAAAAAUc/uciF5FfRYmM/s400/peacock.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Miya-chan in Peacock hair style&lt;br /&gt;みーちゃんピーコックスタイル+ﾟヾ(´∀｀*)ﾉﾞｷｬｯｷｬ｡+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzstZsz8j4I/AAAAAAAAAUk/bnl4IrGhvSY/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132746119867830146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzstZsz8j4I/AAAAAAAAAUk/bnl4IrGhvSY/s400/e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;♥♥♥赤西仁♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;☆超エロカワ☆ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-3040544402593577695?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3040544402593577695/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=3040544402593577695' title='6 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/3040544402593577695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/3040544402593577695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/11/talking-to-my-best-friend-suks.html' title='Talking to my best friend Suks.+*'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzstZMz8j1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/GoZsL0EgOVE/s72-c/no+evil+no+light+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-66265657600645401</id><published>2007-11-14T23:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T03:25:16.731+09:00</updated><title type='text'>*：。Happy Birthday。：*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it was Kana and my dad's birthday today. Kana's turning ⑨and my dad's turning ④⑤.. Yup.. time flies by doesn't it? I can't believe that it's already 5 months since I left that beautiful tiny island Saipan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since I couldn't celebrate my dad's birthday and take pics of it -plus he claims that once people are 45, birthdays aren't something to celebrate.. wtf.. I'll celebrate mine til I die!!! heheh)- I decided to take pics of Kana's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The difference was astonishing... For starters... well.. the cake is DAMN small.. ・°・(ノД｀)・°・ I'm so used to the big cakes back home - the one that takes 3 days to finish and I end up taking it to NMA for all to finish.. Ahh.. yes I remember my pinoy bright colored princess cake I got from Marie last March.. LOL that gave some laughs hahah. Well going back to my original topic, yes.. the size. And second, the taste... it's soooo effing good!!! Like I took a bite and I was like WTF is this!?＼(゜□゜)／ And this is what that cake looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132757063444500386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rzs3Wsz8j6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/t5-b54EssY4/s400/%E3%81%8B%E3%81%AA%E3%81%AE%EF%BC%99%E6%AD%B3%E3%82%B1%E3%83%BC%E3%82%AD.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Doesn't it look so very yummy~~~~~???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rzs3WMz8j5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/tmr9KmpvtJ0/s1600-h/ããªã¨ã±ã¼ã&amp;shy;.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132757054854565778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rzs3WMz8j5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/tmr9KmpvtJ0/s400/%E3%81%8B%E3%81%AA%E3%81%A8%E3%82%B1%E3%83%BC%E3%82%AD.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's the birthday girl in the middle with a sour face painted on; and there on either sides... are her crazy funny parents not giving a SHIT about the delicious looking cake in front of them... Am I the only one that thinks that the cake looks good!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rzs3W8z8j7I/AAAAAAAAAU8/ny3RIvFRzLw/s1600-h/ã±ã¼ã&amp;shy;lit+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132757067739467698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rzs3W8z8j7I/AAAAAAAAAU8/ny3RIvFRzLw/s400/%E3%82%B1%E3%83%BC%E3%82%ADlit+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yay~ the cake's lit up~ thanks to Hi-kun's lighter and Kana's random placing of the candles... xD We sing the usual birthday song, my grandma was singing it Japanese-English style until I jumped in.. She started singing the 'I know how to pronounce English words' version. LOL.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rzs3W8z8j8I/AAAAAAAAAVE/ZHyVyECnXpQ/s1600-h/ã«ãã¾ãï¼æ&amp;shy;³.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132757067739467714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rzs3W8z8j8I/AAAAAAAAAVE/ZHyVyECnXpQ/s400/%E3%81%AB%E3%82%93%E3%81%BE%E3%82%8A%EF%BC%99%E6%AD%B3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And she smiles as she wishes upon the candles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rzs3XMz8j9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/3mccHhcyeg4/s1600-h/ãµãï½ï¼æ&amp;shy;³.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132757072034435026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rzs3XMz8j9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/3mccHhcyeg4/s400/%E3%81%B5%E3%81%85%EF%BD%9E%EF%BC%99%E6%AD%B3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And she blows it out like there's no tomorrow!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot to take a pic of my slice... it looked sooo good that it made me fall into temptation in a second - -;; It had fillings inside. It had like chocolate, cream, Kuri, and others. Very delicious♥♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after everyone left, I called my dad and wished him a good night's sleep because he was going to bed by the time I called. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was today. I gotta run to the store and get Kana a Wii game.. damn... WHAT DO I WORK FOR!? (T△T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, p.s. Phillip!! My korean teddy-bear! I did what I promised you! I went around at 5am!!! Jotna dark mann~ you never know... I might have been raped you know!? Ehh, I joke; I'm strong enough to defend myself :D But I forgot to take pictures... it was DAMN dark anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-66265657600645401?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/66265657600645401/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=66265657600645401' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/66265657600645401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/66265657600645401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday.html' title='*：。Happy Birthday。：*'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rzs3Wsz8j6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/t5-b54EssY4/s72-c/%E3%81%8B%E3%81%AA%E3%81%AE%EF%BC%99%E6%AD%B3%E3%82%B1%E3%83%BC%E3%82%AD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-8975469439496008036</id><published>2007-11-06T15:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T23:55:10.481+09:00</updated><title type='text'>xxxxxLetting some steam out.</title><content type='html'>Smoking is bad for you... Therefore I am anti-smokers, especially because I grew up with both my parents smoking.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone kiss someone that smokes!? When I got my hair done, the person who did my hair went for a smoke break while the machine warmed my head... and when he came back I could smell it from his fingers... Smoking makes the men look bad... Like attractive people look... DULL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's just my opinion... and speaking of smoking... well... these days the news I get from back 'home' is just so irritating... Like... It's not my fault that Luis started smoking.. It's not my fault that we don't communicate anymore.. AND it's not my place to say anything if we're not even friends. Like it takes two to be friends, TWO, not only me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure he has his own reasons but please, even IF we were still friends, he has to want to stop. Even if I said anything, he won't stop until he himself have the feeling to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to know that a lot people care about his health but why tell me? Why hurt me by asking me? Why make me irritated? Why reassure me that when I get off the island, I'm powerless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking people to seal their feelings.. Cuz I love to hear your experiences and stuff.. and I'd love to help if you have a concern or want an opinion... but don't come to me to tell me to help someone other than yourself. How can I help someone that doesn't want my help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the boundry anymore. I don't even want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the negative post... It's really not like me to be so confused and frustrated.. ugh.. whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go chat now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-8975469439496008036?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8975469439496008036/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=8975469439496008036' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/8975469439496008036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/8975469439496008036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/11/xxxxxletting-some-steam-out.html' title='xxxxxLetting some steam out.'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-806626949434968562</id><published>2007-11-06T14:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T21:52:08.643+09:00</updated><title type='text'>For Ayaka Lovers&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wow, I quit writing for a few days and I get comments telling me to write more!! Can't I get any rest!? LOL, just playing ;) So sorry that I haven't been updating this... I got a little lazy.. I was gonna update it through my cell but it would take forever because we have about 50 characters on 12 buttons (- д -;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;=====&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyways.. well.. where should I start... Hmmm... OH first things first :D I changed my look~ I got curls v(≧▽≦)v So now I look like this ↓&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129640965023126098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAlR5l-0lI/AAAAAAAAASE/5k_Tbcqunb4/s400/makige001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In my grandma's car the day I got em' curls☆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAlSJl-0mI/AAAAAAAAASM/9fR0uWNMWlg/s1600-h/makige002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129640969318093410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAlSJl-0mI/AAAAAAAAASM/9fR0uWNMWlg/s400/makige002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129640969318093426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAlSJl-0nI/AAAAAAAAASU/sZsTS_ED6AA/s400/pattun+atama+-+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This was me before I got me some curly-curls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129640973613060738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAlSZl-0oI/AAAAAAAAASc/6w1z9TjbrI4/s400/pattun+atama+-+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And then, on Friday the 2nd, my mom and I met for a little birthday dinner. It's my mom's birthday on the 10th but I have work that day so I decided to have it a week earlier. We went to Yakimaru (where I work on weekends) and spent like 4 hours talking and chowing some mean Yakiniku. It's damn delicious!! I totally forgot to take a pic of some of my fav. foods but I did take a pic of my mom and Yakimaru's Kanban-musume, Miya-cyan☆&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129647214200541842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAq9pl-0pI/AAAAAAAAASk/IJ8khMXOaO4/s400/%E3%83%9F%E3%83%BC%E3%81%A1%E3%82%83%E3%82%93%E3%81%A8%E3%83%9E%E3%83%9E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It costed me quite a bit but hey, it's my mom's birthday.. Plus I couldn't do anything for her last 5 birthdays so I owe her lots of love and fun :D It was like $140 but that's why I work. I work to make myself happy and have money to rule my stomach v(&gt;_&lt;)v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Work's like super hard these days... the owner likes to take the best out of the money he pays me so I have like three orders that I have to make at one time and stuff.. He bitches at me when I can't do it well but hey, work's not easy but the pay's worth it right? Heheh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh so I've been looking for the right church in Tokyo, preferably somewhere close to where I live. And idk if I mentioned anything about this but there's a Mormon Church like 15 min from where I live... I hear lots of rumors about the Mormon Church so I thought that I should check it out for myself rather than basing my decision on rumors so I've been talking to some of the elders and some of the sisters there. I went to my first Church session on Sunday (although I missed the first session and ended up joining the Bible study and Women Gathering thing... I couldn't wake up at 8am to get ready LOL). Made lots of friends and learned some stuff about the book of Mormon.. I'm not going to make my decision yet.. I set up a learning session with Sister Hamatake and Sister Kovalenko tomorrow to see if that Church can help me grow. I told them that it's not going to be an easy session. I'm probably going to have lots of questions and have lots of debates.. hope they don't hate me for it LOL. We had a little debate yesterday when I joined Sister Hamatake and Sister Kovalenko for lunch/cookie making time :) Sister Hamatake and I love baking so we set up a lunch/cookie baking session for Monday after Sunday program LOL. And here's a pic of Sister Hamatake and the mad delicious Peanut Butter and Chocolate Chip cookie we made↓&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAq9pl-0qI/AAAAAAAAASs/6ee11BldGFI/s1600-h/æµç«¹â¢ã¨ã¯ãã&amp;shy;ã¼.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129647214200541858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAq9pl-0qI/AAAAAAAAASs/6ee11BldGFI/s400/%E6%B5%9C%E7%AB%B9%E2%91%A2%E3%81%A8%E3%82%AF%E3%83%83%E3%82%AD%E3%83%BC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Sister Hamatake's 1/4 Japanese ( ´艸｀)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAq95l-0rI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ISBVOKWmS7s/s1600-h/ã¯ãã&amp;shy;ã¼â"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129647218495509170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAq95l-0rI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ISBVOKWmS7s/s400/%E3%82%AF%E3%83%83%E3%82%AD%E3%83%BC%E2%91%A0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; These are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;MAD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; delicious!! I swear they're soooo yummy~&lt;br /&gt;('-'*)(,_,*)('-'*)(,_,*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAq95l-0sI/AAAAAAAAAS8/3sGWuj1EvJ4/s1600-h/ã¯ãã&amp;shy;ã¼â¡.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129647218495509186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAq95l-0sI/AAAAAAAAAS8/3sGWuj1EvJ4/s400/%E3%82%AF%E3%83%83%E3%82%AD%E3%83%BC%E2%91%A1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129650504145490658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAt9Jl-0uI/AAAAAAAAATM/23FCClfm9Qk/s400/%E6%B4%97%E8%B6%B3%E6%B1%A0%E2%91%A2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAq95l-0tI/AAAAAAAAATE/2t_tMnHJV0E/s1600-h/æ´è¶³æ±"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129647218495509202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAq95l-0tI/AAAAAAAAATE/2t_tMnHJV0E/s400/%E6%B4%97%E8%B6%B3%E6%B1%A0%E2%91%A0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those two was taken at 洗足池 (Senzoku-Ike), can you see the leaves changing color??? I think the pic below is better.. mhm :*:・(￣∀￣)・:*:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAt9Jl-0vI/AAAAAAAAATU/SRhbGdspYPA/s1600-h/æ´è¶³æ±"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129650504145490674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAt9Jl-0vI/AAAAAAAAATU/SRhbGdspYPA/s400/%E6%B4%97%E8%B6%B3%E6%B1%A0%E2%91%A3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This guy in the middle is veeerrry into his mood... You can't really see it here but he's sitting like those guys in a typical romantic movie LOL. 一人でスカしてんじゃねぇ～やぃ！ヽ(`Д´)ノ www&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAt9Zl-0wI/AAAAAAAAATc/CRj6ER9JCl4/s1600-h/VOLKSãã³.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129650508440457986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAt9Zl-0wI/AAAAAAAAATc/CRj6ER9JCl4/s400/VOLKS%E3%83%91%E3%83%B3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The home made Croissant at Volks. My grandma, Kana, and I dined here before heading to Jasco for shopping. They just looked so perfect with their egg coating that I stole a shot before they went into the oven for the climax (≧ｍ≦)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wasn't gonna buy anything at Jasco... at first... but then I felt a calling while I was walking through the Electronics section and I was sucked towards a clothing stores where I found... BOOTS!!! When I was in Saipan I thought buying boots was just a damn big waste of money... &lt;u&gt;BUT&lt;/u&gt; once Autumn hit, it's too cold to be roaming around in sneakers and heels... so..... uhhh... &gt;ㅂ&lt;&lt;my href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAze5l-0xI/AAAAAAAAATk/hZUKOGs4wgk/s1600-h/åãã¼ãï¼æ¨ªï¼.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129656581524214546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAze5l-0xI/AAAAAAAAATk/hZUKOGs4wgk/s400/%E5%88%9D%E3%83%96%E3%83%BC%E3%83%84%EF%BC%88%E6%A8%AA%EF%BC%89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bought both black and brown.. Aren't they so LOVELY!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAzfJl-0yI/AAAAAAAAATs/G58lir1nlUg/s1600-h/åé»ãã¼ãï¼æ¨ªï¼.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129656585819181858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAzfJl-0yI/AAAAAAAAATs/G58lir1nlUg/s400/%E5%88%9D%E9%BB%92%E3%83%96%E3%83%BC%E3%83%84%EF%BC%88%E6%A8%AA%EF%BC%89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the cute black ribbons on my neck of my boots &gt;ㅂ&lt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAzfJl-0zI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kjD_rzg2DyQ/s1600-h/åé»ãã¼ã.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129656585819181874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAzfJl-0zI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kjD_rzg2DyQ/s400/%E5%88%9D%E9%BB%92%E3%83%96%E3%83%BC%E3%83%84.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAzfJl-00I/AAAAAAAAAT8/oP4XpgCDlBo/s1600-h/åè¶ãã¼ãï¼æ¨ªï¼.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129656585819181890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAzfJl-00I/AAAAAAAAAT8/oP4XpgCDlBo/s400/%E5%88%9D%E8%8C%B6%E3%83%96%E3%83%BC%E3%83%84%EF%BC%88%E6%A8%AA%EF%BC%89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It has a green lace as an inner layer so I can fold it over like the pics and it has a leather ribbon on the back to keep the folds in place♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAzfZl-01I/AAAAAAAAAUE/il3DtIJhj80/s1600-h/åè¶ãã¼ã.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129656590114149202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAzfZl-01I/AAAAAAAAAUE/il3DtIJhj80/s400/%E5%88%9D%E8%8C%B6%E3%83%96%E3%83%BC%E3%83%84.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I think that concludes what I've been doing the past few days.. I hope it satisfies Jae Hee and Taylor and all the others who check this... LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ん～これ全部日本語に訳すのはちょぃメンドイから～スーパーショートに：&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;お母さんと焼肉食いに行きやした。バイトしてて良かったっす♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mormon教会行ってきました。水曜に色々探検行ってきやす。&lt;br /&gt;Sister 浜竹と Sister コヴァレンコとクッキー作っちゃいました♥&lt;br /&gt;激ウマっす+ﾟヾ(´∀｀*)ﾉﾞｷｬｯｷｬ｡+&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ジャスコでブーツ買っちゃいました。ギザカワユスっす。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;以上、電車男風に省略しました。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ENJOY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-806626949434968562?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/806626949434968562/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=806626949434968562' title='3 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/806626949434968562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/806626949434968562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-ayaka-lovers3.html' title='For Ayaka Lovers&lt;3'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RzAlR5l-0lI/AAAAAAAAASE/5k_Tbcqunb4/s72-c/makige001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-2696501952645233202</id><published>2007-10-22T00:59:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T01:13:48.018+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms.Thief Ayaka xP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehe I stole this clip from Vianka's page just because I like how the music video looks. I like the spinning action and the ink drops hitting the water... I like the swirls too. Sorry I stole it Vianka.. love you~~~&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw another one where like.. three guys are acting?? I got a good laugh from their miming skills. LOL. But I couldn't take it after the first 2 min...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apologize" - One Republic ft. Timberland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePyRrb2-fzs" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;いゃぁ～このＰＶは良い。惚れたｗ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;何がいいって～このＰＶのコンセプトとかぁ～このＰＶの撮影の仕方とかもぉ～メッチャ好きやねん。なんか歌がストレートに気持ちを表しながら意味深な動画とかメッチャ好きやねんｗ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;楽しんで行ってねぇん&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-2696501952645233202?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2696501952645233202/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=2696501952645233202' title='2 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/2696501952645233202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/2696501952645233202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/10/msthief-ayaka-xp.html' title='Ms.Thief Ayaka xP'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-6373922820586755991</id><published>2007-10-15T02:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T03:21:47.739+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at Grazioso~&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(　 ﾟ∀ﾟ)ﾊｧｰﾊｯﾊｯﾊｯﾊ!!お初の文化祭に行ってきました。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;しかも彩の学校じゃない所ｗ①時間以上かけて北千住に行くために朝の⑧時半頃出るはずだったんだけど…。起きたの⑧時⑩分｀;:ﾞ;｀;･(ﾟεﾟ )ﾌﾞｯ!!マジかよ…。結局マリヤの学校に着いたのが⑩時半頃ｗマリヤごめん(T^T)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;んでもマジ面白かったｗお好み焼きと～焼きそばカリカリと肉まんとアンマン(半分の三分の二ぐらいｗ)食べた。おいひはっはほ（ともも風）&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;っつかマジテンション高かったよｗマリヤの友達たちｗ高すぎて椅子取りゲームしちゃった⑤人でしかも自前ならぬ自歌(ちあきちゃんとえみちゃんが)ｗｗｗしかもちあきちゃんの自歌はパイレーツのｗ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;その後はマリヤの学校見学(勝手にｗ)そしたら保健室の先生に『会った事ある！絶対！！！』ってｗｗｗぃゃ…無いっスヨ。全然初対面(　´∀｀)ﾌﾊﾊﾊﾊ…でも先生はそんなこと御構い無くｗんで少し経ったら『チャーミングだから会った事あると思ったんだね。多分。』会うって…と思ってたら隣でマリヤが『えっ！？チャビー？？？』ってぉぃぉぃ(- д -;;　まぁ～それはさておき、『夢で！？』って聞いたら『そうかも』的なことを言ってたｗあ～彩って夢に出るんだ…お化けみたい(/ \≦)キャッ～ｗｗｗ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;んでナミコちゃんがくれたアイスしゃぶりながらまた下に(マリヤの教室は５階)降りたら今度はマリヤの担任に『またアイス食べてるの？』…えっ！？彩！？『え…今日初めてですけど…アイス』って言うと『さっき食べてたじゃん』的な事を…寒ぃ～のに外で食うかょ！ｗｗｗなんとこの先生も(名前は野木先生)『アイスが似合うからさっきも食べてたと…ｗ』とか言っちゃって(－з‐)なんじゃここは！！！お化け彩華出没地かい！？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;んまぁ～色々と楽ちかったょ。マリヤの学校の人々サンキュー☆★☆&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their school banner for the event :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121251399909578818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RxJXA8EVGEI/AAAAAAAAARU/sylLER_FURw/s400/grazioso+bunkasai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RxJXH8EVGII/AAAAAAAAAR0/i1IvjDQO4mk/s1600-h/Tim+Sensei+and+Emi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121251520168663170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RxJXH8EVGII/AAAAAAAAAR0/i1IvjDQO4mk/s400/Tim+Sensei+and+Emi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emi-cyan and Tim Sensei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RxJXH8EVGJI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ZRxyLDwhbro/s1600-h/we+are+buta!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121251520168663186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RxJXH8EVGJI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ZRxyLDwhbro/s400/we+are+buta!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are BUTA~ne~:D Me and mariya LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RxJXA8EVGCI/AAAAAAAAARE/oXlskkOK9z4/s1600-h/eye+see+me!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121251399909578786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RxJXA8EVGCI/AAAAAAAAARE/oXlskkOK9z4/s400/eye+see+me!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Until Mariya's booth sold out, this eye kept people in line! That's why it's a little red... hard work pays off cuz here I am~ something other than food for a souvenir xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RxJXA8EVGDI/AAAAAAAAARM/eU05WHnXv24/s1600-h/fencing+power.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121251399909578802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RxJXA8EVGDI/AAAAAAAAARM/eU05WHnXv24/s400/fencing+power.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This girl's arm muscle is MASSIVE!!! LOOK AT THAT DENT! She's in fencing club btw her arm looks like Tim (Yoon)'s...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RxJXBMEVGFI/AAAAAAAAARc/TQOh7RRuj2o/s1600-h/ice+meets+Pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121251404204546130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RxJXBMEVGFI/AAAAAAAAARc/TQOh7RRuj2o/s400/ice+meets+Pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The crime in process... this is the beginning of 弱肉強食☆&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RxJXH8EVGHI/AAAAAAAAARs/exgyZbGEDmg/s1600-h/PUMPKIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121251520168663154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RxJXH8EVGHI/AAAAAAAAARs/exgyZbGEDmg/s400/PUMPKIN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Strong eats the weak, therefore I eat the pumpkin that eats the strawberry ice cream ;) It's 弱肉強食&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RxJXBMEVGGI/AAAAAAAAARk/vsXIxUvLFzM/s1600-h/mariya+to+tomomichan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121251404204546146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RxJXBMEVGGI/AAAAAAAAARk/vsXIxUvLFzM/s400/mariya+to+tomomichan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Their soooo adorable.. Tomomi-cyan and Mariya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RxJW28EVF9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/Lmq50DFu6RI/s1600-h/aya+to+namiko-cyan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121251228110886866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RxJW28EVF9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/Lmq50DFu6RI/s400/aya+to+namiko-cyan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Namiko-cyan (Mariya's other best friend) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RxJW28EVF-I/AAAAAAAAAQk/q0AgMtrq8_0/s1600-h/aya+to+tomomi-chan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121251228110886882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RxJW28EVF-I/AAAAAAAAAQk/q0AgMtrq8_0/s400/aya+to+tomomi-chan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Tomomi-cyan, she's so cute I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RxJW3MEVF_I/AAAAAAAAAQs/pm4rH58r7qA/s1600-h/ayamari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121251232405854194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RxJW3MEVF_I/AAAAAAAAAQs/pm4rH58r7qA/s400/ayamari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my KONBI, Mariya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RxJW3MEVGAI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/HWl-IJ4KDgY/s1600-h/direct+shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121251232405854210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RxJW3MEVGAI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/HWl-IJ4KDgY/s400/direct+shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There she goes again... vandalizing things and people.. Emi-chan went around scaring people with a plastic glove filled with DAMN cold ice water... LOL until it popped in her face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RxJW3MEVGBI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oFJjOSj6bto/s1600-h/emi-chili.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121251232405854226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RxJW3MEVGBI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oFJjOSj6bto/s400/emi-chili.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's Emi-chili (as she calls herself) LOL so adorable. She has an attention span of a bird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So those were pictures at Grazioso, a event at my friends school. Mariya invited me so how can I resist???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate Niku-man, An-man, and Okonomiyaki~~~ xD Pretty good for a school event. It took me over an hour by train and bus to get to the school... I was supposed to wake up early enough but I woke up at 8:10 so... I got there around 10:30... gees...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had lots of fun there~~ The girls at Mariya's booth got each other so hyper and we ended up playing that game where they play music and start reducing the amount of chairs.. uhhhh I can't remember the name... it's on the tip of my tongue.... ehh... nvm.. you get the picture. Anyways, we started with 5 chairs and the music... well we didn't have a CD player so Emi-chan did the singing.. LOL and the 3~4 round was sung by Chiaki-chan, she's so funny I swear... She sang the theme song for Pirates of the Caribbean LOL and she even did  little weird dance that caught my eye while I circled the chairs xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm~ what else did we do... we took pictures, roamed around and mingled... Hmmm... oh.. and I found out that I appear in people's dream.. well more like the school nurse's dream.. As soon as she saw me she says "I know her!!!" Even though we're NEVER met before... LOL. And she just won't stop repeating it... her ultimate reason for thinking that she knows me.... well she said that it's cuz I'm so charming... charming enough to appear in dreams!? LOL. But later, when Mariya's Home Room teacher (Nogi Sensei) and we all met, the nurse still claimed that she knows me (- д -;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I went to visit Mariya's class room and fell in love with that pumpkin :D It's so cute! And Namiko-chan gave me that strawberry ice cream XD Oh speaking of ice creams, when Nogi Sensei and we met back down stairs (Mariya's class is on the 5th floor), Nogi Sensei goes "You're eating ice cream again!?" .......... Uhhh it was my first ice cream... who'd eat two in 18℃ weather!? LOL.. and I think she still believes that I was eating my second ice cream... her reason being that I match eating ice cream...... wth... does it mean that I eat ice cream so deliciously!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, hehe. Well I had lots of fun either way. I'd write more but I'm getting cold up here on the 3rd floor so... gonna go sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Night~~~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-6373922820586755991?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6373922820586755991/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=6373922820586755991' title='3 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/6373922820586755991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/6373922820586755991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/10/fun-at-grazioso3.html' title='Fun at Grazioso~&lt;3'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RxJXA8EVGEI/AAAAAAAAARU/sylLER_FURw/s72-c/grazioso+bunkasai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-6504309864481915261</id><published>2007-10-12T02:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T03:10:48.603+09:00</updated><title type='text'>For those wondering :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;10月10日9時10分前にルイスに別れを告げられちゃった。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;－こうなる様な気はしてた。9月26日以来電話来なかったし。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;でも無視してた。SATとか大学の事で忙しいのかと思ってた。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;でも本当は気持ちが冷めていたらしい。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;どう言い出せばいいかずっと考えてくれてたんだって。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;『彩は日本に来て間もないから一人にしちゃかわいそう。』&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;どこまで人がいいんだか&lt;/span&gt;ｗ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;いっぱい泣いて、考えて、吹っ切ったと言うか素直に別れてあげる事にした。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;だって今まで泣いたり怒ったりした時間よりももっと、もっといっぱい嬉しかったり楽しかったりした方が多かったから。そんな時間がすごせたのは彼のおかげだから。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;はじめての優しくて楽しい彼氏。彩に迷惑かける時もあったけど前の彼氏達よりはもっともっと彩の事考えてくれたし、大切にしてくれた。彩の事を宝物の様に扱ってくれた。こんなにも愛してくれるんだって、毎日びっくり！！！だからどんなに好きでも、どんなに手放したくなくても我慢していい思い出として見送ってあげたい。後悔はしない。そう決めた。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;最後のわがままとして勝手に最後のラヴ・レターをメールで送らせて貰った。内容はもちろん文句ではなく、今まで二人で過ごした時間やプレゼントや彼の優しさへの感謝。本当にお姫様みたいに大事にしてくれ事への感謝。そして未来の彼へのエールみたいな奴。自然と言葉が見つかって、自然とメールを送信できた気はした。一度だけ戸惑ったけど&lt;/span&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;彩は大丈夫。これまでも何回も辛い思いしたし、多分これからもする。彩なら自分の為に頑張れる。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;心配してくれる人や彩の為に泣いてくれた人－ありがとう。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟ ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For those who are wondering.. Yes, Luis and I broke up two days ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But hey, what can I do? His feelings for me faded away. But I thank him for the time and effort he has put into our relationship. Through this, I feel like I got the opportunity to discover a deeper feeling than a simple four lettered word 'love.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the past we've had our disagreements and we both did do a lot of crying, but in the end the memories that come up when I close my eyes are all happy and funny ones. For that, I have one and only person to thank. He has been there for me through the thick and the thin for a while now. He has blessed me with the greatest Senior year. When I had troubles with my family, he was there with a heart warming smile and open arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope that the next man I find is someone that's as great as he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For those who has cried for me and with me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;those that has sent me e-mails to see if I'm ok -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am filled with nothing but feelings of appreciation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's times like these that I feel that God has blessed me with great friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love you all +ﾟヾ(´∀｀*)ﾉﾞ｡+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't worry, I'm Ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After all, I'm Ayaka xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-6504309864481915261?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6504309864481915261/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=6504309864481915261' title='4 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/6504309864481915261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/6504309864481915261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/10/1010910-926-sat-w-w.html' title='For those wondering :)'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-2766131504069873983</id><published>2007-10-12T00:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T02:22:53.541+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Our "Some day" Promise xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I met a friend of mine online, I haven't heard from him since the first of this month, he isn't much of a talker... or so I thought.. like all the chatting convo, it started out with a brief hello followed by an even that I heard he had participated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the time passed, naturally we kept changing subjects and I told him that I'll keep him in my prayers so his important test will go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said "Speaking of pray... I was gonna get a Bible Tattoo." Knowing that he wasn't much of a Christian we went deeper into the subject. We discussed when he had the idea, what Bible text he was going to use, his contract, who he's gonna get it with, etc. Which led to a little promise that I had with him long before, I brought up the promise of course. And it went a little something like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Hey.. I just remembered.. whatever happened to getting ○○○○ and ○○○○○○ tattoo together? - -;; Though I don't feel like it any more. LOL"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and so the story gets into how he felt about that deal we made and he tells me that he'd rather keep his character than to be given mine (how rude &gt;&lt;). &lt;em&gt;"So where did this start?"&lt;/em&gt; - Wasn't it just a joke? I bet he made a big fuss so I couldn't back down without playing with him for a while. The snack with American pride vs. Global fruit fit for a healthy breakfast. heheh I think we were both serious on different degrees. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I was planning to be serious til we got inches from the inked-needle..."&lt;/em&gt; - Turns out, he believes that he'd most likely have gotten it if I dragged him there and gotten it too. DAMN, what a bummer.... I should've done so.. if we did, we would have a memory charm somewhere unseen on our body.. but too late.. I left the island.. and he's leaving the island too soon, even if I got there in time, he's 'A Property of the U.S. Army.' Putting the image of me regretting for not being aggressive aside, he started saying that his character is actually cool and started worrying if I really want that dorky thing to stay with me for life... So I gave him a piece of my mind, more like an image of my character. Then he gave me his... turns out he was planning to get his character to be WAY smaller than an inch... WTF... What's the point, we won't even be able to find it even if we were looking for it... but that was his point.. LOL. So I told him that mine was gonna be at least 1&amp;amp;half inches.... pssshhh... less than an inch... LOL, he made up his mind in an instant and agreed on getting one that was 1&amp;amp;half inches. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So you're gonna get it with me!? lol"&lt;/em&gt; - The answer was 'I don't think I'm going to Japan anytime soon :( Maybe if I get deployed there.' ... So if you did come here you'd get it with me!? LOL, and there it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So we'll keep this as a 'some day' promise"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'hah yeah maybe like when we're 28 years old' - ... wait... so I gotta wait another 10 years!? Not only that but in 10 years, I gotta be in the same place at the same moment!? But that means we gotta keep in touch even after he goes off to the Army boot camp and stuff.... what if he's blessed with a family in 10 years? What is he gonna tell his wifie? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer &lt;em&gt;'Well... most likely I'll do it secretly LOL. Not gonna tell anyone I'm going to get a ○○○○○○ tattoo'&lt;/em&gt; LMAO. So in 10 years, he's going to have a secret mission to be with me in Saipan or where ever to get a tattoo together? LOL... yah... &lt;strong&gt;negative&lt;/strong&gt;... negative to even have the chance of being in the same place together at the same time 10 years from now... or... is it? He claims that he'll go onto MSN, cuz he has been for as long as he can remember... He better keep in touch... I posted this here to keep a record so at least I won't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought it was on the other HP, ahh yes... the one that made the big fuss.. good times, good times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it was. My little 'some day' promise with the 'property of the U.S. Army.' LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I did it without offending you dude xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日本語に訳した奴は次にPOSTするね。&lt;br /&gt;日本人の皆さん、待っててね+ﾟヾ(´∀｀*)ﾉﾞｷｬｯｷｬ｡+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-2766131504069873983?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2766131504069873983/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=2766131504069873983' title='2 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/2766131504069873983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/2766131504069873983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/10/our-some-day-promise-xd.html' title='Our &quot;Some day&quot; Promise xD'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-6547230383935398163</id><published>2007-10-11T19:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:40:34.153+09:00</updated><title type='text'>For the sake of Yuika&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;ゆいかの為に今のフワ②へァーをお見せします。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ちなみに今着てますこのジャージ☆&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;髪の毛三つ編にして遊んでたら寝ちゃってｗ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;起きてほぐしたらこぉーなってたｗ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;携帯のカメラだからあんま良くないけどＮＭＡのジョリーンの髪の毛に似てたｗ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120025882531272642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rw38acEVF8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/jlSc2pgKx88/s400/%E3%83%95%E3%83%AF%E3%81%B8%E3%82%A1%E3%83%BC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the sake of Yuika who won't believe that I didn't cut my hair, I'll post a pic of myself today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I simply braided my hair and accidentally fell asleep.. when I took it off.. vwhoalla~ Poodle Hair... Heheh. It's so much fluffier than my usual hair. I'm in love with it~ xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The pic's not that good but it looks like Joleen Salas's hair when she lets it down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-6547230383935398163?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6547230383935398163/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=6547230383935398163' title='2 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/6547230383935398163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/6547230383935398163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/10/for-sake-of-yuika3.html' title='For the sake of Yuika&lt;3'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rw38acEVF8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/jlSc2pgKx88/s72-c/%E3%83%95%E3%83%AF%E3%81%B8%E3%82%A1%E3%83%BC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-5477416372423257957</id><published>2007-10-08T00:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T01:01:09.208+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Over at my Lover's house&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I went to sleep over at Mariya's house like a week or two ago&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a load of fun fun fun. I ate Indian Bean Curry!!! Cuz her daddy's Pakistani (I chatted with Tim and he corrected me LOL Thanks Timmy) So enjoy the pics. I put up some Purikura (koreans call it Print Club) so have fun~ post comments~&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rwj2-cEVFsI/AAAAAAAAAOU/x1H9OMXES_c/s1600-h/ã¾ãããã¬ï¼ããã.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118612529053243074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rwj2-cEVFsI/AAAAAAAAAOU/x1H9OMXES_c/s400/%E3%81%BE%E3%82%8A%E3%82%84%E3%82%93%E3%81%AC%EF%BC%86%E3%81%82%E3%82%84%E3%81%8B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At some road while we waited for the bus to take me away from Mariyannu&lt;3&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118621690218485554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rwj_TsEVFzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/j08YPPDmk0Q/s400/UFO%E2%91%A1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I swear! Mariya calls it the place where Aliens land LOL. She has NO idea what this is for... And neither do I... So weird. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rwj2-sEVFuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/9XqkKBR2ne0/s1600-h/mariyannu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118612533348210402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rwj2-sEVFuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/9XqkKBR2ne0/s400/mariyannu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is... striking a pose while she typed onto her blog using her cell.. LOL. She told me 'You wanna see me in my glasses!? Are you sure!? You're gonna fall in love with me you know!?' LOL... I see&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rwj858EVFvI/AAAAAAAAAOs/freKlahk6fo/s1600-h/doron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118619048813598450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rwj858EVFvI/AAAAAAAAAOs/freKlahk6fo/s400/doron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's almost Halloween~ XD&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118625358120556466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RwkCpMEVF7I/AAAAAAAAAQM/adNcUke24Gc/s400/%E3%81%82%E3%82%84%E3%81%A1%E3%82%83%E3%82%93%E5%A4%A7%E5%A5%BD%E3%81%8D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whetts, she's crushing on me b(&gt;&lt;*) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118622450427696994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rwj__8EVF2I/AAAAAAAAAPk/hYixaFdiwdc/s400/%E3%81%82%E3%82%84%E5%A7%89%E5%A6%B9%E3%81%BE%E3%82%8A%E3%82%84.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ehehe~, she's so cute! This it the first thing we did that day&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We saw each other, hugged in the middle of the road, and headed straight for the game center&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-5477416372423257957?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5477416372423257957/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=5477416372423257957' title='3 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/5477416372423257957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/5477416372423257957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/10/sleep-over-at-my-lovers-house3.html' title='Sleep Over at my Lover&apos;s house&lt;3'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rwj2-cEVFsI/AAAAAAAAAOU/x1H9OMXES_c/s72-c/%E3%81%BE%E3%82%8A%E3%82%84%E3%82%93%E3%81%AC%EF%BC%86%E3%81%82%E3%82%84%E3%81%8B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-4159980460321186462</id><published>2007-10-07T21:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T01:10:09.830+09:00</updated><title type='text'>September's Wrap up&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So obviously September's done... and obviously it's October.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got a cold since Friday the 5th... MASSIVE! I slept for like two whole days!!! I woke up twice to eat and use the bathroom and went to sleep again... - -;; Besides my family, Kaito was the only one who hoped that I get better... LOL Special Thanks Kaito.. it was veeerrrrryyy smooth how you asked my blogspot addy LOL VERY smooth hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RwjcyMEVFnI/AAAAAAAAANs/WcKBNVxMTrM/s1600-h/Remy+Martin+-+LOUIS+XIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118583731297523314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RwjcyMEVFnI/AAAAAAAAANs/WcKBNVxMTrM/s400/Remy+Martin+-+LOUIS+XIII.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Kaito and I were going crazy over whether the Louis XIII was a limited edition or not, Wen and my convo was discussing her 17th birthday... I've never met anyone who wasn't THAT happy about her 17th birthday... EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118583731297523330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RwjcyMEVFoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/WKJr0KlPPZE/s400/Remy+Martin+-+LOUIS+XIII%E2%91%A2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omg.. you would've never guess how my day went on the 4th of this month... it was wild... in a whole new way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up at 8:30 and got ready for my cousin's 運動会 (school sports event) and I was like the master photographer until a little after lunch. Then, I went home and fell asleep since I only slept for 5 hours the night before. When I woke up, my grandma and my dad was waking into my room - -;; My dad invited me to a dinner with his 'best-friends-for-life' buddy Omi-chan. So we went to this Sushi place called &lt;em&gt;Kimizushi&lt;/em&gt;. We were there for like idk, 2 hours... 3 hours max. Then we got out and went to this karaoke bar/pub called AI... If I only knew what a long night that was gonna be... LOL :D As soon as we got there the owner greeted us and brought my dad and omi-chan their bottle and got me apple juice&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well.. at least he had fun and so did I. I ended up dueting with my dad and also Omi-chan LOL. I even sang "Oops! I did it again" By Britney Spears for Omi-chan since he requested it.... LOL... I'm so nice, ehh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And me and my dad said good-bye to Omi-chan and went to Seven-Eleven to buy some food for my dad and Yakult for me. LOL we got home close to 3AM. LOL. I don't know &lt;em&gt;HOW&lt;/em&gt; my dad was able to walk home after a beer, 4 L size cups of half and half (of some strong drink and water), 1 cup of champagne, japanese shochu, and more half and half with Jinro... When I told Kaito that he said ".......damn.......uh.....damn.....dats uh...pretty good amount ......dats the asians for ya.....capable of bein shit faced but able to walk fine" LOL And I wonder why he wasn't able to do so.. Instead he fell right under my Mazda's tail. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then the next day I got this massive cold..... I had a fever of 37.5℃ and ended up skipping out on work... My throat hurts still... geez... I had to go get medicine painted onto my throat... talk about gagging... (T~T)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh here's some pics for Vianka and Jae Hee. Enjoy~&lt;3&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RwjcycEVFpI/AAAAAAAAAN8/tkFJNJLzN00/s1600-h/brown+cardi+frm+takashimaya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118583735592490658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RwjcycEVFqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/obx8Xifqwbc/s400/3980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118583735592490642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RwjcycEVFpI/AAAAAAAAAN8/tkFJNJLzN00/s400/brown+cardi+frm+takashimaya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The brown cardi that I'm wearing is this ↑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RwjcysEVFrI/AAAAAAAAAOM/jqJW01MayWs/s1600-h/my+brown+cardiâ¡.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118583739887457970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RwjcysEVFrI/AAAAAAAAAOM/jqJW01MayWs/s400/my+brown+cardi%E2%91%A1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-4159980460321186462?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4159980460321186462/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=4159980460321186462' title='3 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/4159980460321186462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/4159980460321186462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/10/septembers-wrap-up3.html' title='September&apos;s Wrap up&lt;3'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RwjcyMEVFnI/AAAAAAAAANs/WcKBNVxMTrM/s72-c/Remy+Martin+-+LOUIS+XIII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-3565488209081265922</id><published>2007-09-16T00:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T03:38:25.758+09:00</updated><title type='text'>初 FREE HUG!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Congratulate me for having the courage to go give free hugs in Harajyuku, Tokyo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110475363020540626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuwORCY5itI/AAAAAAAAAKs/9zMaqsBfDNI/s400/FREE+HUG+poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Gosh, where should I start? It was a trip, let me tell you... So much smiles and so many hugs, but above all of that, I was surprised at how much fun I had today! It's so amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were four ladies, including me, and there was two guys but I didn't take a pic of them for Luis's sake... ehhh I kid(∀≦), I just forgot to LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110475371610475250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuwORiY5ivI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BcL_OO62rrA/s400/mumzy+and+others+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the left: Lala-san, Panda-Penguin san (I think), and my mumzie (as you all know). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I started my day by waking up at 10:50am, my date with my mom and Lala-san was at 11:30. I took a shower and fixed my self up and I was out the door by 11:10. In my calculation, I &lt;u&gt;would've&lt;/u&gt; arrived in Harajuku by 11:35... &lt;strong&gt;WOULD'VE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; If I didn't get on the wrong train that heads somewhere 180°different... So in total it took me until 12:15 to meet my mom and Lala-san, it took so long because along the way I decide to step off onto the wrong station thinking it'll be faster if I headed back and then at the same station I figure out that I was on the train that'll get me to Harajuku eventually..... Damn my blond brain! So anyways, I got to Harajuku, then I got out of the wrong exit so I had to walk 100m to the left of the station and FINALLY found my mom and Lala-san drinking beer and eating Gyoza... sigh... My mom ended up treating all of for lunch and around 2pm we headed toward the bridge where our leader was supposed to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We officially started at around 2:30 cuz we each made our boards and we chatted and got shooed by the bridge guard man LOL. And then~ we got a shaded place near the middle of the bridge and started the hugging cycle by hugging one another first (≧‐⊂)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110475371610475234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuwORiY5iuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LWrK6Ps7ruA/s400/we+love+free+hugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But... it only went on until 4pm cuz I had to leave for work... (T^T)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As a total of an hour and half of standing around and holding up the signs and saying "Come get a hug for free~" and like "Free hugs~~~&lt;3"we got like 53 hugs! Mostly Americans and Irish but we did get like 10 hugs from our own kind LOL (one old guy, two regular jr/high school girls, four goth-rori high school girls (one of them had massive goth make-up and had one grey and one blue eye!! Contacts of course), two hip hop gangsta college guys, and one lady) We also hugged Koreans!! LOL they startled us cuz two of the men had red and white striped short pants on with rubber booties on the back! LOL They came running to us and gave us hugs! We were yelling "Yay~~~ Free hugssss!!!!!" and they were yelling "Yah~~~~~ Fanta World Cup!!!!!" LMAO and then they started interviewing us about what we're all doing though they only listened to like two words.. LOL and then they said that they'll show us some dances so here they are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110501575205948370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuwmGyY5i9I/AAAAAAAAAMs/HGRWTuR_Zak/s400/yey+fanta+world+cup+interview.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuwOniY5iyI/AAAAAAAAALU/Qcq0x1R3cTc/s1600-h/just+laughing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110475749567597346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuwOniY5iyI/AAAAAAAAALU/Qcq0x1R3cTc/s400/just+laughing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and here we are.. laughing. LOL but then we find out that it was all a trap.. Because what do you think they told us afterwards...? They said "Hey! We teach you! You guys dance with us!" ... holy shit... LOL. But Lala-san and I joined thinking that it was bad to ruin the mood now, so here we are dancing with them... well more like learning their dance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuwOSCY5ixI/AAAAAAAAALM/Vg8FCPUE2cE/s1600-h/learning+the+dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110475380200409874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuwOSCY5ixI/AAAAAAAAALM/Vg8FCPUE2cE/s400/learning+the+dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Continued to the next blog :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-3565488209081265922?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3565488209081265922/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=3565488209081265922' title='4 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/3565488209081265922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/3565488209081265922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/09/free-hug.html' title='初 FREE HUG!!!'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuwORCY5itI/AAAAAAAAAKs/9zMaqsBfDNI/s72-c/FREE+HUG+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-1294766524794144824</id><published>2007-09-16T00:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T03:49:01.577+09:00</updated><title type='text'>continued 初 FREE HUG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who would've EVER guessed that they were planning to film us??? Not me... all of a sudden the leader guy stops and puts his fake mic down and starts to talk REAL fast Korean to the camera.. and then the translator says "OK, we pilm it!" ... I was like 'what..?' So... I was planning to run away but... ahhh Japanese verrry sly!! They left me before I can even think about leaving them!!! Damn Ninjah descendants! So I was left alone... and here I am... starting the dance with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuwneCY5i-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/NtRb7bKarQk/s1600-h/dancing+with+the+KO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110503074149534690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuwneCY5i-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/NtRb7bKarQk/s400/dancing+with+the+KO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was all good.. I guess... before we knew it.. we had a crowd around us... well the ppl behind us are on the road so but the front was like.. ppl... LOL. When we were done, they gave me hugs and they made me pull a card from their box.. and what did I pull out? A piece of paper that said "Who can drink Fanta the fastest&lt;3" color="#ffffff"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a fun day indeed,&lt;br /&gt;;) &lt;em&gt;So... how was your day???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuwneiY5i_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/rtJGBECl6Kc/s1600-h/shooting+plane+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110503082739469298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuwneiY5i_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/rtJGBECl6Kc/s400/shooting+plane+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a comet! It's a missile! NO! It's just a plane with a really long tail&lt;3&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuwneyY5jAI/AAAAAAAAANE/V6wh8qVT_Xw/s1600-h/shooting+plane+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110503087034436610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuwneyY5jAI/AAAAAAAAANE/V6wh8qVT_Xw/s400/shooting+plane+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuwneyY5jBI/AAAAAAAAANM/a8aLV1W9A0g/s1600-h/short+me002.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110503087034436626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuwneyY5jBI/AAAAAAAAANM/a8aLV1W9A0g/s400/short+me002.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Oopsie~ did I cut my hair!?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuwnfCY5jCI/AAAAAAAAANU/sXzt1RGlPu0/s1600-h/short+me004.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110503091329403938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuwnfCY5jCI/AAAAAAAAANU/sXzt1RGlPu0/s400/short+me004.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let's pose it ASIAN STYLE &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuwnpCY5jDI/AAAAAAAAANc/tizS7IObAXU/s1600-h/short+me001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110503263128095794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuwnpCY5jDI/AAAAAAAAANc/tizS7IObAXU/s400/short+me001.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maybe a little modeling??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuwnpSY5jEI/AAAAAAAAANk/uaA3mRafXls/s1600-h/short+me003.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110503267423063106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuwnpSY5jEI/AAAAAAAAANk/uaA3mRafXls/s400/short+me003.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NAH~ Asian as is~. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-1294766524794144824?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1294766524794144824/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=1294766524794144824' title='2 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/1294766524794144824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/1294766524794144824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/09/continued-free-hug.html' title='continued 初 FREE HUG'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuwneCY5i-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/NtRb7bKarQk/s72-c/dancing+with+the+KO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-5139704148336599378</id><published>2007-09-14T23:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T23:32:43.884+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyarapira～ &gt;:P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caterpillars are &lt;strong&gt;E・V・I・L&lt;/strong&gt;　I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof you say?! A-chan's (my grandma) thigh is like fire-red since last night because of the caterpillar's hair... it consumed 2/3 of her thigh! It looks really painful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some marks on my right arm but it only looks like a mosquito bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I just remembered that I wanted to straighten my bangs... so I think I'll go do that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it'll be a long night.. I have to go get the DIY kit from my other room and do it.. myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it comes out good&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna go to a FREE HUG gathering tomorrow at Harajuku :D Hopefully my first time will be a great one&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a packed schedule so I'm gonna hurry up and finish my night task of straightening my hair~ ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-5139704148336599378?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5139704148336599378/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=5139704148336599378' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/5139704148336599378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/5139704148336599378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/09/kyarapira-p.html' title='Kyarapira～ &gt;:P'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-1505306010938992432</id><published>2007-09-13T23:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T02:01:08.309+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Prediction -&gt; TERRIBLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I predict that something aweful will happen to me by tomorrow.... Well, more like to my stomach...&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(x_x;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ate Sushi today... I ate Maguro no tataki... It's like Raw Tuna that took a bath in fire ever so slightly, like for a second... It tasted good, I guess, it's like eating proscuitto... but I'm worried cuz my stomach is not used to sushi at all... everyone knows that I'm a Japanese who hates sushi... wtf, why did I eat it... &lt;strong&gt;⊂&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(T^T&lt;strong&gt;⊂&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;strong&gt;。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, HEY! I went to Nitori again today~. Last time I bought a bed and a bed frame, which were both delivered to the house this morning, but this time I bought trash can and curtains and curtain base thingy. Hey man~ I really have the talent to make my room look nice.. I swear, I'm so talented ( I think this optimism and cockiness is the side effects of sushi). But really, I cannot believe how nice it looks. I especially love my curtain and my bed. I already told Suelki but it's as tall as my weist&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Oh I took this pic of Miya-chan a while ago~ she was eating Annindoufu with me~&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rulp1yY5ioI/AAAAAAAAAKE/jIB4wGSOZkE/s1600-h/miyachan001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109731625008728706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rulp1yY5ioI/AAAAAAAAAKE/jIB4wGSOZkE/s400/miyachan001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miya-chan chowing down on my Hello Kitty XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rulp2CY5ipI/AAAAAAAAAKM/4m4DoOaUrcY/s1600-h/miyachan002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109731629303696018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rulp2CY5ipI/AAAAAAAAAKM/4m4DoOaUrcY/s400/miyachan002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aiming for her next pray LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rulp2SY5iqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/O8yD742COD0/s1600-h/ããã³éººâ¡.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109731633598663330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rulp2SY5iqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/O8yD742COD0/s400/%E3%83%93%E3%83%93%E3%83%B3%E9%BA%BA%E2%91%A1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bibim-myon(?) Yakimaru style! Fucken good&lt;3&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109733218441595586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RulrSiY5isI/AAAAAAAAAKk/dCyFMeZaiTU/s400/%E3%83%88%E3%83%83%E3%82%AF%E2%91%A1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ttok(?) This soup is the shet, I laaab the veggies and the chemistry it has with the soup itself&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-1505306010938992432?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1505306010938992432/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=1505306010938992432' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/1505306010938992432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/1505306010938992432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/09/prediction-terrible.html' title='Prediction -&gt; TERRIBLE'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rulp1yY5ioI/AAAAAAAAAKE/jIB4wGSOZkE/s72-c/miyachan001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-8012030183755263346</id><published>2007-09-12T01:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T02:50:56.987+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Cough, cough, gasp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;omg.. I think I'm gonna die before I even get close to living in that room! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Idk how many of you are aware of my weaknesses but GOD, I really can't handle these items...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;①fresh tomatoes [just the smell makes me cringe]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;②milk alone [i can't even handle a mili-drop]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;③D.U.S.T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yes, &lt;em&gt;dust&lt;/em&gt;... my scale is WAY beyond all. I really can't be aroud dust for so long.. If I get in contact with dust for too long I get itchy inside and out... My throat feels like it's shrinking on me and it also feels like I all of a sudden grew fur in my throat... you know what I mean???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I did the worst thing for myself today... I opened boxes after boxes, trying to get rid of all my grandparent's clothes and also my aunts.. Effing shet.. there's so much junk in there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I found Disco clothes that my aunt used to wear.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the bright ass colored ones.. and I found sweaters and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;suits &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and bed covers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and tables and sponges and notebook with weird phrases on it (like "Hello, are you cowboy?") and and and!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DUST (≧x≦)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I really thought I was gonna die but I have to clean that room.. my bed's coming in TWO days....! I have no time to waste and all those junks to throw out!!! The face mask makes me have pimples on my chin and!!!! I think it's too much to handle right now... I feel like an ant trying to clean the world! I wish I had Suelki in her depressed mood so that she'll help me clean that whole shitload!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;SUELKI~~~~~ &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(T0T)&lt;/span&gt; I need you~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;On top of that, my dad's coming to Japan tomorrow so I have to clean the first floor bedroom... JESUS CHRIST(I'm sorry for using your name in vain..)!!! It's like my cleaning switch is on full blast!!! I need to clean my soon to be room AND the first floor bedroom and I also need to make dinner because my grandma's getting awarded and interviewed tomorrow at work so they, of course, have an after party..... Idk if I can do this... I don't think I'll be coming online tomorrow to speak to anyone... I really think I'm going to be dead tomorrow... So Luis, if you send me an e-mail on my phone, know that a sweet reply may not come back if any... And Suelki... I love your long mails but I may not be able to reply you tomorrow... Sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I'm gonna be heading out.. Gotta sleep to get energized.. x_x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-8012030183755263346?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8012030183755263346/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=8012030183755263346' title='2 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/8012030183755263346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/8012030183755263346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/09/cough-cough-gasp.html' title='Cough, cough, gasp!'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-7698599229083352961</id><published>2007-09-11T01:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T01:33:57.658+09:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE HUGS&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most of the people already know about the Free Hug community that's growing globally. My mom's actually a member of the one in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently joined the group through Mixi because I really liked their concept and I really thought that it's needed for people in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through some of the blogs in Mixi and I came across this video. For some reason it made me cry and I really thought that I was blessed in coming across such a movement and being able to be a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;久しぶりに感動して泣いた(」_・。)&lt;br /&gt;このムーブメントに参加してて良かったｗ&lt;br /&gt;今度実際に行ってこょ~うっと。（≧∀≦）v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-7698599229083352961?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7698599229083352961/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=7698599229083352961' title='3 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/7698599229083352961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/7698599229083352961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/09/free-hugs3.html' title='FREE HUGS&lt;3'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-2926700132899976659</id><published>2007-09-10T23:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:00:53.228+09:00</updated><title type='text'>お祭り&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;お祭りと言えば!!! ･･･&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;『&lt;u&gt;たこ焼き!&lt;/u&gt;』&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;って事でバイト中に買ってもらいました。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;☆&lt;u&gt;銀だこ&lt;/u&gt;☆のネギたこ焼き&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;んも～メッチャうまかった!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When people in Saipan think of the Japanese Festival... they think of the muddy ground at Sugar King, the expensive foods, the hot and sticky weather, the different booths that hotels and companies and japanese schools host....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But when you come to Japan, &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; think of Takoyaki and Wataame&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;･･･なのでみんなに写真だけでもｗ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Enjoy the pics &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108584493441756866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuVWh8SqLsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/HiHsoi0cQcY/s400/takoyaki001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108584961593192162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuVW9MSqLuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oOeGpdvB8Nk/s400/takoyaki002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;今ネギたこ焼きにチョイはまってる v（≧∀≦）v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108584961593192178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuVW9MSqLvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/U4IA-6zgc94/s400/wataame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;お祭りで欠かせないのはやっぱり綿アメ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;おいし～ぃ(((o（≧∀≦）o)))　キラ②してるしフワっ②だし★&lt;br /&gt;バイトで頑張って帰ってきてよかったｗ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-2926700132899976659?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2926700132899976659/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=2926700132899976659' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/2926700132899976659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/2926700132899976659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/09/3.html' title='お祭り&lt;3'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuVWh8SqLsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/HiHsoi0cQcY/s72-c/takoyaki001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-5592190000517281692</id><published>2007-09-10T23:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T23:28:52.411+09:00</updated><title type='text'>For the beauty of my room&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I'm moving out of my grandma's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To live a new life where I don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;need to depend on others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Unfortunately, my life isn't as free as that statement. But it IS true that I'm moving out, I'm gonna be using a room that's connected to my grandma's main house. So basically it's the same building, next door really. But it has it's own entrance and bathroom and kitchen and stuff. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've bought the bed and stuff already and it's going to be coming in on the 13th. So right now I'm in my cleaning zone and all I've been thinking is about cleaning and how I'm gonna make my new room look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My problem now is which low cabinet to buy. I want a dark colored one but my grandma wants the white one... But if we get the white one, my room's going to be black and white.. and I'm not emo so... idk.... I'm hoping that you guys will comment on which I should chose... So here are the candidates!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuVRCsSqLnI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mlNetnn0Fv0/s1600-h/low+cabinet+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108578459012705906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuVRCsSqLnI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mlNetnn0Fv0/s400/low+cabinet+01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Low cabinet entry number 001 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuVRC8SqLoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8CGp5aO7GzA/s1600-h/low+cabinet+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108578463307673218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuVRC8SqLoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8CGp5aO7GzA/s400/low+cabinet+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Low cabinet entry number 002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuVRC8SqLpI/AAAAAAAAAJM/WDpMXAOc3T4/s1600-h/low+cabinet+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108578463307673234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuVRC8SqLpI/AAAAAAAAAJM/WDpMXAOc3T4/s400/low+cabinet+03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Low cabinet entry number 003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So hit me back with some good comments!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuVRDMSqLrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bFOmuvasWOo/s1600-h/doorway+plant.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108578467602640562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuVRDMSqLrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bFOmuvasWOo/s400/doorway+plant.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's a picture of a plant that's in the entry way of our house. It looked nice that day so I took a picture of it. Heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-5592190000517281692?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5592190000517281692/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=5592190000517281692' title='3 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/5592190000517281692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/5592190000517281692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-beauty-of-my-room3.html' title='For the beauty of my room&lt;3'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuVRCsSqLnI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mlNetnn0Fv0/s72-c/low+cabinet+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-8501971284848281129</id><published>2007-09-06T23:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T23:21:21.053+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute To The Summer Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A post to those that made my 2007 summer in Japan a fun one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuAJeMSqLZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/L9DcZVy16Yg/s1600-h/070729_094710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107092391738355090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuAJeMSqLZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/L9DcZVy16Yg/s400/070729_094710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bald Hotdog dude drawing a wig with Ketchup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuAJecSqLbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7WKir4hVEnk/s1600-h/yakimarukanbangirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107092396033322418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuAJecSqLbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7WKir4hVEnk/s400/yakimarukanbangirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The daughter of my Boss at Yakimaru, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si Miya-chan&lt;3&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuAJesSqLcI/AAAAAAAAAHk/CBllgOHHs9E/s1600-h/home-made+gyoza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107092400328289730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuAJesSqLcI/AAAAAAAAAHk/CBllgOHHs9E/s400/home-made+gyoza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Hane-Gyouza Michi&amp;Kei&amp;amp;A-chan&amp;I made.&lt;br /&gt;Jotna Massisso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuAJesSqLdI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lLuLHfRPOUw/s1600-h/tag+and+ro-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107092400328289746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuAJesSqLdI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lLuLHfRPOUw/s400/tag+and+ro-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ro-cyan and Taggie Bear... Doing what&lt;br /&gt;Tag does best- Being plain stupid XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAKKUN-&lt;/strong&gt;My friend's dog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuAJK8SqLUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lLPxf-l9d2I/s1600-h/takkun01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107092061025873218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuAJK8SqLUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lLPxf-l9d2I/s400/takkun01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuAJLMSqLVI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7mxh3qcj5ko/s1600-h/takkun02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107092065320840530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuAJLMSqLVI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7mxh3qcj5ko/s400/takkun02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuAJLMSqLWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/VnoZHlw-7RE/s1600-h/takkun03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107092065320840546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuAJLMSqLWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/VnoZHlw-7RE/s400/takkun03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuAJLcSqLXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/3vvHLUccan0/s1600-h/takkun04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107092069615807858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuAJLcSqLXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/3vvHLUccan0/s400/takkun04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TOMOMON&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuAJLsSqLYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5UgvsKNQHT0/s1600-h/tomo+hunting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107092073910775170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuAJLsSqLYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5UgvsKNQHT0/s400/tomo+hunting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The extent Tomo would go to for me to meet his wife - si Kuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107092396033322402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuAJecSqLaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/GCc8woIMKRs/s400/070804_144537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at his hyper-speed Kuro belly rubbing!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thanks guys&lt;3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Sorry if I left people out..&lt;br /&gt;Like Kana, Mariya, Yuika, etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-8501971284848281129?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8501971284848281129/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=8501971284848281129' title='5 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/8501971284848281129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/8501971284848281129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/09/tribute-to-summer-stars.html' title='Tribute To The Summer Stars'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuAJeMSqLZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/L9DcZVy16Yg/s72-c/070729_094710.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-5141773484816981776</id><published>2007-09-06T21:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T23:58:18.211+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokyo Bay Cruise&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I went on a cruise a while back. My first cruise in Tokyo&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;VIEWS FROM THE SHIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rt_13cSqLII/AAAAAAAAAFM/ETY1IiqPSPM/s1600-h/070813_210740_ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107070835297496194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rt_13cSqLII/AAAAAAAAAFM/ETY1IiqPSPM/s400/070813_210740_ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP&amp;&amp;amp;BOTTOM=Rainbow Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rt_14cSqLJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TKkrGT5sYeI/s1600-h/070813_210812_ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107070852477365394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rt_14cSqLJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TKkrGT5sYeI/s400/070813_210812_ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rt_19MSqLKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/x7YSxeBGYrk/s1600-h/oji&amp;a-chan+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107070934081744034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rt_19MSqLKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/x7YSxeBGYrk/s400/oji%26a-chan+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My O-ji&amp;amp;&amp;A-chan (a.k.a.Grandpa&amp;amp;&amp;Grandma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rt_19cSqLLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/iRtvbP32XxQ/s1600-h/sight+from+the+ship+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107070938376711346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rt_19cSqLLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/iRtvbP32XxQ/s400/sight+from+the+ship+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo Tower, little blurry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rt_2AcSqLMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/X8m3hdPlkew/s1600-h/070813_191542_ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107070989916318914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rt_2AcSqLMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/X8m3hdPlkew/s400/070813_191542_ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table Setting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107129869622980146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuArjsSqLjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ox3VPU3SrF4/s400/070813_194055_ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt; PUMPKIN Soup&lt;3&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107132923344727650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuAuVcSqLmI/AAAAAAAAAI0/eU89xHMCJBw/s400/070813_205143_ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dessert&lt;3 align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107132923344727634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/RuAuVcSqLlI/AAAAAAAAAIs/m9rYU1oXHv0/s400/%E3%81%8A%E5%8F%A3%E7%9B%B4%E3%81%97+-+passion+fruit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Passion Fruit&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;It was sweet with a hint of sourness.&lt;br /&gt;But tasty nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ALL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so very delicious!!! (T^T)&lt;br /&gt;I wish I hadn't forgotten to take a pic of the&lt;br /&gt;bread and the drinks and the salad...&lt;br /&gt;By the time I realized, the food was all done LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All in all, it was a great 2&amp;amp;half hours!!! But I did break a soup cup as I entered the restaurant LOL... it was embarassing... Jotna... Hahah, but they were very nice to me and served all of us like ROYALTIES, for that, I thank the crew. Heheh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1116050587117679169-5141773484816981776?l=adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5141773484816981776/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1116050587117679169&amp;postID=5141773484816981776' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/5141773484816981776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1116050587117679169/posts/default/5141773484816981776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adihsoyakaya.blogspot.com/2007/09/tokyo-bay-cruise3.html' title='Tokyo Bay Cruise&lt;3'/><author><name>Kibou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307517350504264162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/R8mMsm91GPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/H-drFZzdtpg/S220/life+is+a+party.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rt_13cSqLII/AAAAAAAAAFM/ETY1IiqPSPM/s72-c/070813_210740_ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116050587117679169.post-6077484054383627431</id><published>2007-09-04T23:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:56:48.483+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Oasis。</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"If you're bored out of your mind, why don't you visit Togoshi Park???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   That was my grandma telling me that I should get off my ass and go on a little walk to get used to Nakanobu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   At that time, I thought that her words were just annoying, plus, I was too lazy... I can visit it when I feel less drowsy... But then I thought about it... I woke up extremely early that day and I really don't have anything better to do than lay around and watch TV... I have been lacking exercise (when am I not) so I decided to go for a little jog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   Honestly, I was pretty worried.. I was sure that I would get lost some... after all, my grandma sucks at explaining locations... And I was right to be worried... As usual, the actual route to the park was nothing close to my grandma's explination... I came to like two deadends before I found it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   But it was actually pretty fun getting lost :) It made my time at the park much more exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   I was amazed at the amount of nature in that park!!! I would've never even dreamed of seeing a little river running into a pond in the middle of Tokyo! It was like I escaped into some forest!! Though the steps in the middle of the river was too made up to be in a forest... Before I knew it, I was taking pictures after pictures with my pink cell phone&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   I think the nature made my shots look better than it really was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   Well, enjoy the pictures :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rt1wSMSqKqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mxDdKVS4tCU/s1600-h/fuukei011.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106361010347453090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rt1wSMSqKqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mxDdKVS4tCU/s320/fuukei011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rt1wSsSqKrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9iyVgwkaMu8/s1600-h/fuukei012.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106361018937387698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rt1wSsSqKrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9iyVgwkaMu8/s320/fuukei012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rt1wSsSqKsI/AAAAAAAAABE/VRkh93ICbRk/s1600-h/fuukei013.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106361018937387714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rt1wSsSqKsI/AAAAAAAAABE/VRkh93ICbRk/s320/fuukei013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YExQyJIYR2g/Rt1wS8SqKtI/AAAAAAAAABM/p1VBnxoqaWE/s1600-h/fuukei014.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106361023232355026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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