<?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-9130077</id><updated>2011-08-06T10:54:10.075+07:00</updated><category term='harajuku style'/><category term='rants'/><category term='japan'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='harajuku'/><category term='winter'/><category term='instructions'/><category term='iPod'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='miyavi myv 382 meev'/><title type='text'>And So She Said...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-7834726896603365310</id><published>2010-02-18T03:42:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T03:46:14.448+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me what it means.</title><content type='html'>So yesterday/last night/this dawn, I found out that my secondary school friends never really thought of me as a "friend" to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it really matters, after all it's a rare occasion that your secondary school friends stay friends with you for life. Admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, I'm a human too, aren't I? Then, I can feel betrayed too, aren't I? I can be hurt too, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me your friend if you don't really mean it. Don't tell me that we're all friends if you don't really mean it. Don't. Really, don't. Don't do them, if in the end, you're gonna mention just some people as your friends anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow when I was ironing my shirt, I got this idea to create a personal project during my 3-months break with my college friends to create a video, asking people's opinions about what a friend is, and/or how a friend should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because really, it hurts. It hurts to see your supposedly "friends", who you'll stand up for when they're in a fight, call your other friends "friends" and either purposely or purposelessly leave you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because seriously, I'm tired to be hurt by my "supposedly friends". By these 3 girls I thought were my friends. It's like, just what the hell happened? I thought the FIVE of us were friends, and here it's like I suddenly disappeared from the surface of the earth and suddenly there are only FOUR of you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick. I'm sick. I feel sick. I seriously do. I hate to admit it, but it's sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, this is it. This is what it's like, most of the time. And I just happen to be in that "most of the time" case. Teenage years. Secondary school years. High school years. Whatever you wanna call it. Everyone's superficial, everybody's fake. Everyone tries too hard to "fit in" and everybody lies. ADMIT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'see, this is like... a chuunibyo. That means an, "Eighth grader disease".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. TL;DR, I'm thinking about creating a video, where people answer a simple question: WHAT IS A FRIEND TO YOU, AND WHAT IS HE/SHE SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE. The answer can be thoughtful, or spontaneous, or hilarious, or abstract. Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but yeah. That's still just a plan. I'd be glad if I have help though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-7834726896603365310?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/7834726896603365310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=7834726896603365310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/7834726896603365310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/7834726896603365310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2010/02/tell-me-what-it-means.html' title='Tell me what it means.'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-2640478298378599864</id><published>2010-01-24T23:05:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T23:11:29.272+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suppose I have this low self-esteem syndrome. So low, to the point that sometimes I pity myself. And I hate myself for that stupid self-pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish to be the girl who leaps through time [and yes, I'm totally making a movie reference here. I'm currently torrent downloading this movie. Can't wait.]. Then maybe I'll go back to the past. And then... maybe, just maybe, I'd tell him, "Hey, in the future, there'll be a bunch of girls who has this affectionate feeling towards you. Maybe those feelings are different, in terms of amount, or way. But point is they will hold affectionate feelings towards you. And I'm one of that girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes would be enough. I guess. Yes. It would be enough. Just enough to say those. And then know the past him even if it's just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again. I'd be scared to get hurt, won't I? I'm just a cowardly, sidelines-viewer right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again. I suppose that that's normal. Of course. It's normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all humans, after all. And human are egoists. And thus we are all egoists. And ego is a normal thing. Then, I suppose I'm normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. See, aren't you pitying yourself again? Stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness will soon set in again. For 19 days, try to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, self. Hold on. Hold on. It's okay. You can do it. You can cope with it. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. It won't be too lonely. It won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 12. Let's hope it won't be long. Let's hope it won't be too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-2640478298378599864?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/2640478298378599864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=2640478298378599864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/2640478298378599864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/2640478298378599864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-suppose-i-have-this-low-self-esteem.html' title=''/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-1535582376968212596</id><published>2009-12-14T16:16:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T14:40:32.779+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bokurano</title><content type='html'>"When we entered middle school, we thought we were adults. We thought we could do anything. We cried, laughed and screamed. We thought we knew everything there was to know about the world. But we were really just kids, protected by our parents and sheltered by society. There was no true sadness, true joy, nor true anger in our lives."&lt;br /&gt;~ Bokurano by Kitou Mohiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How painfully true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;i&gt;More than half of my middle school/secondary school life was that way too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-1535582376968212596?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/1535582376968212596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=1535582376968212596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1535582376968212596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1535582376968212596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2009/12/bokurano.html' title='Bokurano'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-342771222154102132</id><published>2009-12-03T15:25:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:55:37.617+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genders</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think it's kinda tough being a girl. I don't wish to be a girl sometimes. Or hey, maybe it's just me--regardless of my gender. Of course, it's not because I think it's tough to choose your outfit, or to put on make-up, or to... I don't know. I never was on diet before--all thanks to mom that my body never gets fat no matter how much and what I eat. Anyway. Point is, it's not that hard for me to be a girl... when it comes to vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about feelings. Sometimes, I wish I would stop feeling this way. Feeling so confused. Am I in love? Am I just idolizing him? What? But then again, those matters happen to both genders, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sub&gt;Please heart, stop being this way.&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I can only describe this feeling as love. Like. Affection. Whatever you wanna call it. I remember this feeling. It's not like this is my first crush. But this does be the strongest one in my whole measly 16 years of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he's sad, I wanna be the one beside him. When I found out that he broke up with his ex last year, I wish I was there. When I know he's bored, I wanna tell him, "Hey, let's hang out with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's impossible for me--age gap, first of all. It's not as small as you think it is. It might not be a worry if I'm living back there in the olden days, in my parents' era. But now, it does be a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then. Differences. A lot of them. Cultural backgrounds [not that I can't overcome that, but yeah]. Personality [why, of course]. Images and reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my point of view [which might be wrong, since I don't really know much of him anyway. Stupid of me to fall for him even if I don't really know him that much, I know, but hey, I can't help it right?], he had always been friendly. Always so kind and nice. And outgoing. He has many friends and acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. And me? I never was that friendly. I mean, I can talk to strangers. But I tend to be really quiet to people I don't know. I'm random. Really random. Freaky [Not that I hate being random or freaky but yeah]. I don't have that many friends. A lot of acquaintances, maybe, but not many friends. I'm not that kind and nice. I swear I could hurt people in the worst way possible. I'm darker than what people think I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I just give it up then? But I hate giving up. I freaking hate giving up for anything and everything. I know that I realize that one day, I'll have to give up for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even if you never give up, and you told yourself that, one day you'll meet the time when you have to give up, when you just &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to give up on something." I said that once. Back there a few years ago. When I was picking up pieces of my heart and mend them back. [and I know that that sounds cheesy, but that's the phrase that can describe my situation back there, exactly.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, again, I hate giving up. I always was a coward, though--in terms of relationships like this, I always give up. Always. This time, I don't wanna. This time, this feeling is stronger than ever before. More precious, dearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does hurt me a little, knowing how close it is to impossible, but hey. I've done almost all the impossible thing possible anyway--breaking the family's tradition by taking arts; learning Japanese instead of Chinese and refusing to learn the latter; setting up a goal of working in Japan and making my mom's company a back-up instead of cousins who set up a goal of inheriting their parents' companies. A lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, from now on, I won't give up in the middle of the way. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Until&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I'm really pressed and forced to, then I will. I don't want to give up anymore. I'll have to admit that I'm sick of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds petty, isn't it? Sounds like a measly, petty, unimportant teenage love, felt by a 16-year-old while teenagers usually exaggerate how they feel. I don't. I dislike exaggerating my own feelings. I describe my feelings the way they are. I don't go, "Shit, I want to just die because I'm rejected. What a jerk. I wanna die. I wanna die. I wanna die." and cry everyday. I don't. I cried a little. Then I pick myself back up and move on. I don't whine when I was rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because I think feelings or relationships are unimportant--just that there's time to stay and break down, and there's time to move on. Life goes on--it doesn't just stop there because you just broke up or got rejected. People told me the way I think--&lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; way, is more mature than the average 16-year-old thinks. Maybe it's because of the number of older siblings I have--who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't fall for guys just because I think they're hot, or sexy, or cute, or cool, or something like that. I don't. Or else, you'd call me "falling for Takuya" if I'm that way. I don't want guys to be my boyfriend just because they're good-looking or attractive or adorable. I don't want to get a boyfriend just because I think that they're rich or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I tend to fall for guys who are kind, who has a good personality. I tend to fall more for their personality. Guys who are kind, and nice, and fun--they're the type I've always fallen for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't accept guys who ask me out just because I'm that desperate to have a boyfriend. I hate toying with feelings. I know I'm capable of making a guy fall for me. I know I can put on make-up, make myself pretty, teach myself how to be witty and funny. And I'm not being narcissistic either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to. I don't want to be so desperate as losing my self-identity and becoming someone else who isn't me. I don't want to be so desperate to get a boyfriend that I'll accept any guy who ask me out. And furthermore, I don't wanna get a guy who can't accept me the way I am. Instead, I want a guy who can accept me the way I am, who understands me even if I'm silent. It might be hard, it might be impossible, but there &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; some point in trying anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know he's capable of that. I know he's capable of accepting the people around him the way they are. I know he's capable of understanding people. I know he's capable to understand me, and accept me the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be wrong. But hey, that's what I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'll still be loving him. I'll still be holding onto this feeling. I'll still hold it precious and dear. And I'll cherish it. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;Even if I have to fall out of this love one day. Even if I end up with another guy. Or end up alone. Even if I have to give up one day. I'll cherish it. Forever.&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;I promise.&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-342771222154102132?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/342771222154102132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=342771222154102132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/342771222154102132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/342771222154102132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2009/12/genders.html' title='Genders'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-2478259831245416979</id><published>2009-11-03T00:27:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:48:07.704+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Originality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Originality: Questioned.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. It's a little funny how almost every single human on earth seem to think that they're "original" and "creative" when actually~ not really. Not that I'm saying that I'm THAT original and creative, of course. But I'm simply sick of humans who think that they're the most original creature on earth ever [I've met 3 so far, and that's enough to annoy me].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it: how many adolescent girls who think that they're the prettiest creature, with the most original Facebook pictures and poses are there? How many people cut their hair according to trend, and yet still act like they're original? How many people, shamelessly, feign and boasts originality, going around and telling people and themselves about how original they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, okay, sure, we can live our lives according to the principle that, "Everybody is special. Even if there are two identical twins with the same face, birthday, body size and all those things, they are still different from each other."  but seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it again: of course, you're still you. But do you still dare to call yourself the most original person on earth just because you own a MacBook? Do you still dare to call yourself the most original person, even after you copied people's ideas? Even after you copied that celebrity's hairstyle? Even after you directly copy-pasted someone's line and claim it as your own? Even after being so unoriginal by copying a lot of stuffs in your life, "just to fit in the society"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To still call yourself original even after you did a lot of copying, that kind of attitude, I think it's really pompous, extremely shameless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself, I don't actually dare to call myself original--no. Why? Most of my punkloli clothes designs, they're either inspired, or has some resemblance to h.NAOTO's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it again. Originality: questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me too. I'm still thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-2478259831245416979?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/2478259831245416979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=2478259831245416979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/2478259831245416979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/2478259831245416979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2009/11/originality.html' title='Originality.'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-7911865473449814740</id><published>2009-10-30T23:20:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:57:52.129+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't.</title><content type='html'>Please. Don't tell me to cheer up. Don't demand for me to cheer up. Don't ask me to cheer up. Don't freaking telling me how I need to cheer up. Don't. Just. Freaking. Don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially just because you find it depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I have the right to have my own down moment? Why can't I be down just for a while? The hell with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, just leave me alone right now. I'd turn into the "me" you know in a short while. But for now, please just STFU and leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because to tell the truth, only Feli's of help right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-7911865473449814740?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/7911865473449814740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=7911865473449814740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/7911865473449814740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/7911865473449814740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont.html' title='Don&apos;t.'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-4168728881898778276</id><published>2009-10-24T20:27:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:41:33.442+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic Attacks.</title><content type='html'>I fucking hate panic attacks. And I hate it even more when I'm have them in a public place, when I'm having dinner with my friends. Isn't that horrible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself sometimes. Over-ventilating, over-panicking, suddenly crying and feeling like I'm breaking down. I feel so stupid, like I'm holding to what little jagged shred of sanity that I doubt that I even have. Am I hanging off a tiny frail little string? Schizophrenic, bipolar, anything--which do I suffer from? I don't want to make anyone worry, but if it continues like this, it will make everyone worry even more right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once said that I'd move on even if the path I'm walking is rocky and thorny. I once said that no matter what, I'd continue walking even if I have to get cut along the way. But right now, I have to stay in the step I took and being left behind, right? Maybe the cut I just received is too deep, and it's hurting me so much I can't walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really fit this sector? It feels like everyone have something they're good at. Donna with her graphic designing skills. Nico with his digital arts skills. Biondi with his technical skills. Millie with her fine arts skills. Nadia with her neatness and Mel with her graphical skills and diligence. And they all, they make me feel like I having nothing to show. I feel like I'm useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I an attention whore? Why do I love to show-off? I fucking hate that part of me. Is that human nature? I'm sure it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I pressurize myself? Why should I frustrate myself? Why should I stress myself? Why should I feel like I'm the only stupid ones? And above all, why should I feel like this, like a stupid person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I stupid? Maybe. Am I pressured? Perhaps. Am I nervous? Probably. But above all, am I envious? I'm pretty sure I am. I don't want to show this ugly side of me to anyone else. Isn't it creepy if you're the one who have a friend who gets constant panic attacks? It's creepy, don't you think? I don't want to be pitied, above all -- it makes me feel even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so close to breaking down. But I can't right? If I continue like this, I'll get spoiled right? I feel so angry to myself. I feel so horrible, pathetic. I hate myself for being emo like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like hugging someone--&lt;i&gt;anyone&lt;/i&gt;, and cry. But above all, I need my 3rd sister. She's probably the one who can understand my so well. She's the one who understand how mentally sick I am. She's the one I really want to hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The me who's so desperate to hug someone. The me who's so desperate to feel being loved once again. That kind of thing, that kind of me, I feel so stupid. I feel like that's so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate to feign normalcy. What's normalcy, anyway? How am I usually, when I'm "normal"? I don't understand. I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardly breathing. Keep breaking down. I need to fucking stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-4168728881898778276?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/4168728881898778276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=4168728881898778276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/4168728881898778276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/4168728881898778276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2009/10/panic-attacks.html' title='Panic Attacks.'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-8679313667948716271</id><published>2009-09-09T21:35:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T02:23:07.684+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to be Sarcastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;sub&gt;I got sick of the countless people who think that being a student in an art college is really that laid-back and easy and quick, so I'm writing this journal as a response. Might contain a lot of sarcasm.&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you're a high-school student who thinks that being a student in an art college is really that easy, or maybe you're a fellow college student who, instead of art, is majoring in business, or finance, or anything but art. Or maybe, you're a high-school student who's gonna graduate soon, or this academic year, and are planning to take art as your major, on enroll into an art college because you think it's the easiest subject ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmhmm. Try mentioning to any of us art college students and you'd probably:&lt;br /&gt;a.) Get kicked straight on your gut&lt;br /&gt;b.) Get punched square in the jaw&lt;br /&gt;c.) Get an exasperated sigh&lt;br /&gt;d.) Get a 2-hour (give or take a few) length lecture&lt;br /&gt;e.) A blog entry like this&lt;br /&gt;f.) The link to this entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me state beforehand: I don't hate art. I don't dislike it, either. Rather, I love it. And that's why I'm in an art college. But let me make some things clear, as a student in an art college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, being a high-school student who's got no part-time job (unless you do--that's an entirely different story) and has around 7 hours of leisure time and 8 hours of sleep is the busiest life ever. I mean, DUH! Your school starts at 8, dammit, and you haven't finish that game from last night! Of course, it &lt;b&gt;does&lt;/b&gt; be the busiest life ever. Right? Riiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, duh, drawing a hanging towel and getting all the details, shadows, shades, curves, crevices and all that is easy! Like, damn easy. Right? And painting?! DUH, all you need is to dip some brush into some paint and water and paint on the canvas. Yes, yes, of course, blind drawing &lt;sub&gt;(drawing something in a continuous, unbroken line without looking at the paper you're drawing on and instead only looking at the object you are drawing)&lt;/sub&gt; is easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about fashion designs? Oh, of course, staying in the sewing room, sewing for 7 hours almost non-stop is easy. And designing clothes that no one will ever thought of, and so fabulous that almost everyone will buy it is easy. And getting an astounding piece of dress in a night is easy. RIGHT?! The same thing with fashion management!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your foundation years will perhaps be the easiest year ever. I mean, duh, creating a sculpture of your face out of an A3/A2 sized card is nothing. Let alone creating a structure out of plastic straws and stapler and put an egg inside it and drop the whole thing from the 3rd floor without getting the egg break nor cracked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, not at all. Try doing all those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now, who's the idiot who said that it's so easy and laid back that you can actually sleep in every single class or even not attending at all and still pass with flying colours? Let me show you a list of the assignments I need to do by the time I'm writing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 2D: A3-sized portrait of our own face, containing at least three out of five elements (line, shape, motion, space, texture)&lt;br /&gt;- 2D: Colour grid (Chromatic Greys)&lt;br /&gt;- 2D: A4-sized study of a famous painting of an artist&lt;br /&gt;- 3D: fragmentation of face&lt;br /&gt;- 3D: presentation board for the previous egg project&lt;br /&gt;- 3D: Paper sculpture of your own face.&lt;br /&gt;- Modeling: sculpture of self&lt;br /&gt;- Photoshop: final sketches and gather all materials needed&lt;br /&gt;- Photoshop: photo-editing&lt;br /&gt;- Photoshop: researches&lt;br /&gt;- 2D: researches&lt;br /&gt;- 2D: Fruit painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, those all need to be done by next week and/or this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the next time, the NEXT DAMN TIME I HEARD SOMEONE SAY "HOW EASY IT IS TO BE A STUDENT IN AN ART COLLEGE", I'm gonna hunt you down. I'm SO going to hunt &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; down.  Or at least, someone who knows how difficult it could be will hunt you down. Trust me on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now people, this is what we all call "Review / Assessment week" could do to people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-8679313667948716271?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/8679313667948716271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=8679313667948716271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/8679313667948716271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/8679313667948716271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-to-be-sarcastic.html' title='Time to be Sarcastic'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-5590500203187510146</id><published>2009-08-08T23:35:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:09:55.724+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiot</title><content type='html'>Dear a certain G,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just so stupid, you know that? I don't have any special feelings to you whatsoever. I do, however, have to admit that it breaks my heart to see you like this, in this state. You are, after all, one of the few people who I can call friends, who accepts me just the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G, do me a favor: she doesn't worth your time. She doesn't deserve you. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHE HAS A NEW BOYFRIEND, G. IN JUST AROUND LESS THAN A MONTH SINCE SHE LAST BROKE UP WITH HER LAST BOYFRIEND. AND SHE ONLY KNEW HER NEW BOYFRIEND FOR LESS THAN A MONTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you just so blind, or so idiotic that you can't see that? Get over her, G. I'm serious. Because &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you're making a total, complete, idiotic FOOL out of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Sherly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-5590500203187510146?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/5590500203187510146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=5590500203187510146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5590500203187510146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5590500203187510146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2009/08/idiot.html' title='Idiot'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-5047110893595202591</id><published>2009-08-03T23:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:11:21.941+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>Remember that guy who I called foolish in soranoland because he loves someone who's just... impossible? I have another story about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was browsing my Facebook just now, and found out he just updated his status, saying "About you... I really like." in Japanese &lt;sub&gt;(and that's a literal translation. If you want it to make more sense, feel free to read it as "I really... like you.")&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I feel like punching this guy hard across the face. Just... how... oh God, just how... STUPID could you be?! I know it's kinda hard to move on from a heartbroken state. But... GOD. IT'S BEEN MORE THAN A YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, before I comment, I proceeded to read the other comments on that status, and found out that the same guy, in that comments, was conversing to my other friend. He said he "needs" and "wants" to grow up because he's 17, and he thinks it'll be crucial to his love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went WTF. I mean, like... *facepalm* WHAT?! You "want" and "need" to grow up JUST so that you'll get that girl?! Head, meet desk. Desk, meet head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what you need is not growing up. BUT. What you freaking need is to just... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GET SMARTER!&lt;/span&gt; Buy a better brain or something--I don't know where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROWING UP. Does &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; mean you have to ask less questions. GROWING UP. Does &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; happen just because you "want", and "feel like you need" to. GROWING UP. Does &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; make you look cooler. It does &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; make you more popular. It does &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; help you achieve the best &lt;sub&gt;stupid&lt;/sub&gt;teenager love you'll ever go through. It does &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; mean you'll be better in this and that particular stuffs. It does &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; happen just because you know and realize that you're already 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON. You don't freaking NEED to grow up--no one's forcing you. What you need is just to GET SMARTER--and I'm actually attempting to force you on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? Growing up =/= everything. Sometimes (most of the time, in my case) being a kid is way better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-5047110893595202591?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/5047110893595202591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=5047110893595202591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5047110893595202591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5047110893595202591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2009/08/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-3170108875389693051</id><published>2009-07-06T04:06:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T04:12:04.830+07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Girl</title><content type='html'>That girl, now looks at the said pretty artworks. Now she sat there and browsed around, looking at those pretty artworks one by one. Now she sat there, with the precious words of encouragement she received supporting her little, weak feet. Now she sat there, determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She decided that she'll be as good as these awesome artists. She decided to be better than she is now. She decided to do far better than she can now. She decided to be good. She decided to practice, learn, and walk. She decided to not disappoint anyone who had helped her to come this far, and who will help her to walk even further. She decided to not disappoint her precious, cherished people who put hope on her, or those who gave her good luck wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, she sat there, and decided as she typed, while browsing the said pretty artworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[and that girl, she's me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-3170108875389693051?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/3170108875389693051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=3170108875389693051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/3170108875389693051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/3170108875389693051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2009/07/that-girl.html' title='That Girl'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-3075077896590782613</id><published>2009-06-29T14:27:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:54:25.248+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind in a Mess, Confidence the Same Thing</title><content type='html'>Alright. Right now, my mind is so cluttered--I have so much things to say, yet so little words to express my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to start, really. Maybe I'll start off with the one that nags on my mind the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly had never been a confident person. Rather, I'm more to that of a short-tempered introvert who never really has any confidence. And sadly, what little confidence I have is easily crushed. It's always like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I step into my room, turn up my laptop and the internet, and open deviantART in one of my numerous tabs, that measly little confidence is crushed to crumbled. It really crumbles my heart and confidence every time I see dA's frontpage, decorated with beautiful pieces which simply makes me think that my artworks are pure rubbish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the said puny confidence practically disappear every single time I see people who are only older than me by a year or two, or even worse, those who are of the same age like me yet draws much better than I do. And at that point, some questions would break into my mind, flowing one after another and making the worry inside me growing bigger and bigger--as if eating what little confidence that remains until it was reduced to nothingness and causing my inside to die a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I be as good as them? Will I be able to be as good as them? Can I really draw? Do I really have the talent? Or am I just a talentless snob? How much more time should I take to be as awesome? Will even ever be able to? If yes, then at what age will I be? I'd be defeated by then and it'll be too late? Is my decision to take art for my life really the best? Or is it just another one of my faulty decisions? But I have to cop with these feelings, don't I? But really, I feel like I'm... useless piece of trash? Look at all my friends, they're all good and featured here and there, and yet I'm here alone unnoticed? Honestly, can I even do this? Can I even draw nicely? Do I have the skills to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, this worry is eating away my bravery little by little... crumbling down the measly wall of confidence I somehow managed to built. I honestly do believe I'll do well, compared to the Singaporeans I saw in LaSalle pamphlet (no offense to anyone, really). But not all of the students in LaSalle will have the skills like that Singaporean girl in the pamphlet, and I do believe that there are other Singaporeans who are better than the girl in the pamphlet. And I also do believe there'll be bunches and bunches of better Indonesians, Malaysians and people of other races there in LaSalle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be defeated again, before I can fight? Or will I fight? And if I fight, will I win? Or will I just be a loser who disappoints her mother again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't want to disappoint my family again, not when I see how my mom is supportive of this, how my dad doesn't object as much anymore, how I received that very precious, supportive SMS that my sister sent, not when I promised my mom to be "popular as a fashion designer, be successful, earn a lot of money, and take her travel around Europe". No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess what I can do now is to cope with this feeling, get my lazy ass off this bed and draw like crazy, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-3075077896590782613?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/3075077896590782613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=3075077896590782613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/3075077896590782613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/3075077896590782613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2009/06/mind-in-mess-confidence-same-thing.html' title='Mind in a Mess, Confidence the Same Thing'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-5679560086782594641</id><published>2009-05-15T02:09:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T02:31:53.742+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art and Genders. I-R-R-E-L-E-V-A-N-T.</title><content type='html'>So, I have this friend of mine, who's a guy. Why am I stating his gender? Because you'll need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Well. He was telling me just now, about how his parents are so... how should I put this into words... "strict"? No, not exactly strict. It's more like... "freedom-taking". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt that his parents had been taking too much portions of his freedom. From the lightest, pettiest things like not allowing him to stay the night over at his friend's house (the friend is a guy too). To the stupid thing like not allowing him to get a room just for himself (with a stupid reason like, "You won't meet your li'l bro as often as soon as you go overseas for university. So take a good care of him." &gt;__&gt;). To the pretty heavy thing which also happened to me: not allowing him to take what he wants to take on University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. You might question, "What he wants to take for university, actually?". And here I answer you: He wants to take Graphic Designs. Back then when we were in sec 2 (now we're both sec 4, the difference between us is that he'll go to Pre-U and I college), I could still remember that his drawings aren't too good. But still decent. I don't know about his drawings now, but hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. He told me the reasons his parents used:&lt;br /&gt;"You're a guy, aren't you? Then why are you planning to take art?"&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;"If you're taking art, what'll feed you? Will art feed you? Where are you gonna get money from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second reason, by the way, is just the same thing that my parents used at me. But in my case, I told them that I'm gonna open my own shop one day. And thus, after a lot of struggles and debates and threats and stuffs, I succeeded in persuading them to let me take fashion designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. Anyway. After knowing the reasons. That's just where I draw the line. THAT'S IT. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My responses (paraphrased)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1st reason: Huh? What?! *lol* If you can't take art just because you're a guy... that's... stupid. If guys can't take art, then what would you call Dali? Da Vinci? Picasso? Klimt? Monet? Obata Takeshi? Murakami Takashi? Or, the closest one to us, Mr. Ronal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd reason: Duh. Don't they know that art is one of the safest job in the world? I mean, come on. That's just my theory, but to make your clothes, you need art. To make houses, you need art. To sell stuffs, you need art to make the ads. Yeah. Art is one of the most basic thing in the world, don't you think? Heck, even to make fabrics, you need art. And d'oh. Tell them, if they think art is unimportant, then who'll be making their clothes? And without art, they won't be living in a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that's true. That's what I think. It's stupid to base things just on genders. That's just simply telling that women can't wear pants. Or stating that men can't wear jewelleries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah. The second thing is also one of my thoughts. Look everywhere. There's art, isn't it? Even this page you are looking at, it's made with art, for art, by art. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his response isn't so far away from, "Right..." or "Yeaaah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly. I don't get people sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-5679560086782594641?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/5679560086782594641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=5679560086782594641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5679560086782594641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5679560086782594641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2009/05/art-and-genders-i-r-r-e-l-e-v-n-t.html' title='Art and Genders. I-R-R-E-L-E-V-A-N-T.'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-4112880845163832096</id><published>2009-05-09T22:38:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:53:29.319+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weird Conversation</title><content type='html'>Another post here. Not exactly my rants or thoughts or anything, but I feel to post this here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A IM conversation with my Japanese friend whose name is Ei. (PARAPHRASED)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ei-kun, tabeta? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ei-kun, had you eaten?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei: Yup. Oyakodon tabeta &lt;i&gt;Yup. I ate oyakodon&lt;/i&gt; What about you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yup! I ate my mom's soup ^^&lt;br /&gt;Ei: I want to eat that. XDD&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Ei: Cook something for me ^-^&lt;br /&gt;Me: I can't cook =P&lt;br /&gt;Ei: Ahahahaha. *just read my line* uso~~~~~~~ &lt;i&gt;that's a lie~~~~~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ahaha! Hontou da yo! Uso janai~! &lt;i&gt;Ahaha! It's the truth! Not a lie~!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That conversation makes me wonder: &lt;b&gt;do I look like someone who can cook?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I actually think I don't look like it. But I asked some of my friends, and most of them answered yes. One of them even said I look like I can make desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I CAN'T COOK. =p&lt;/b&gt; Unless you call "boiling water" and "making instant dishes" cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another weird conversation with the same person (also paraphrased):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei: Why don't you install webcam? I want to talk to you. :D Wanna hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eeee? Dakedo watashi no koe wa chotto hen da yo~! &gt;__&lt; &lt;i&gt;Eeee? But my voice is a bit weird, yo! &gt;__&lt;/i&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;Ei: ahahaha uso desho? &lt;i&gt;ahahaha that's a lie, right?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uso janai~ hontou ni hen da yo! &gt;__&lt; &lt;i&gt;It's not a lie~ it's really weird, yo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei: ahaha. It's okay then, I still wanna hear your voice =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(and yes, I call myself "watashi" when I talk with him, but he knows that I usually call myself "ore". I use "watashi" so that I'm a bit politer with him...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I honestly think my voice sounds weird. And as you can see, I speak some Japanese with him, though most of the time we chat in English. No, we're not what you might think we are or what we might sound like. We're just plain net friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing. I discovered is that he doesn't like it if I like Shirota Yuu. XDD (He knows that I like Shirota. I told him, and he also saw it in my dA ID XDD) He once told me, "Don't love Shirota! XD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-4112880845163832096?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/4112880845163832096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=4112880845163832096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/4112880845163832096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/4112880845163832096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2009/05/weird-conversation.html' title='A Weird Conversation'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-594607986351018724</id><published>2009-05-04T23:26:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:51:24.731+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Since Daryl asked my why I didn't update my main blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR MOVIES YOU´LL WATCH OVER AND OVER:&lt;br /&gt;1. Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children&lt;br /&gt;2. Tonari no Totoro (and other Ghibli stuffs)&lt;br /&gt;3. Shirota Yuu's stuffs. And a movie with Takuya in it, if such thing exists.&lt;br /&gt;4. Death Note 3: L Change the World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥FOUR PLACES I´VE LIVED IN:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jakarta, Indonesia (since 15 years ago)&lt;br /&gt;2. A town in Malaysia, I forget the town's name (just for a year, on 1998)&lt;br /&gt;3. Vancouver, Canada (if you count staying there for a month "living"...)&lt;br /&gt;4. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥FOUR CURRENT FAVORITE VIDEOS (LINKS)--&gt; not going to link them. Too lazy:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ruri no Ame by alice nine.&lt;br /&gt;2. Dear My Friend by Miyavi&lt;br /&gt;3. Boys &amp;amp; Girls by LM.C&lt;br /&gt;4. Kakusei Heroism by An Cafe&lt;br /&gt;(also, Starry Heavens and With You, both of them are by Kimeru)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥TV PROGRAMS I WATCH: Not many anymore at all.&lt;br /&gt;1. Nanny 911 (only when I can catch it)&lt;br /&gt;2. HEY! HEY! HEY! (only when my idols are there)&lt;br /&gt;3. -&lt;br /&gt;4. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥FOUR FAVORITE CHARACTERS OF ALL THE TIME:&lt;br /&gt;1. Near a.k.a. Nate River (Death Note)&lt;br /&gt;2. Hibari Kyouya (Katekyo Hitman Reborn!)&lt;br /&gt;3. A bunch Prince of Tennis guys (I'm sure enough you don't want me to list them down)&lt;br /&gt;4. A bunch more, which I can't list down here cuz I'm lazy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥FOUR PLACES I´VE BEEN:&lt;br /&gt;1. Some parts of New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;2. Some parts of Europe (London, Denmark, Belgium, Germany, etc. Can't rly remember)&lt;br /&gt;3. Some parts of USA (NYC is in the list.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Some parts of Australia (Melbourne is there. Can't remember the rest)&lt;br /&gt;(I'm sure enough I don't need to mention anything about Singapore. And I've mentioned above that I've been in Canada and stayed there for about a month.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥FOUR PEOPLE WHO REGULARLY SEND ME MAILS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Feli sends a lot of hilarious things through e-mail&lt;br /&gt;2. Millie sends me a lot of KHR! things&lt;br /&gt;3. My sister sends hilarious stuffs too&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't have anyone anymore, but I believe someone would take this place... soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥FOUR OF MY FAVORITE DISHES:&lt;br /&gt;1. SWEETS! SWEETS SWEETS SWEETS~! ANY KIND OF SWEETS!&lt;br /&gt;2. Pasta =3 noodles and ramen too, and misonikomi udon--oh, soba too.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tobiko, kanikama, tamago sushi&lt;br /&gt;4. MOAR!! This tiny li'l space isn't enough! D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥FOUR PLACES I WISH I WERE RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Japan! Japan! Japan!&lt;br /&gt;2. Here, where I'm sitting&lt;br /&gt;3. Vancouver, Canada&lt;br /&gt;4. Soraland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥FOUR INSANE THINGS I´D LIKE TO DO:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jump down to the subway rails, and climb back up before a train comes. (copied from deathofrats, I think this everytime I take a train....)&lt;br /&gt;2. Leave everything behind, become less materialistic and travel the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sky dive&lt;br /&gt;4. I dunno... I'm not that exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥FOUR SONGS I LIKE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ruri no Ame by alice nine. (also try Haru, Sakura no Koro and Gekkou Yoku and others)&lt;br /&gt;2. Boys &amp;amp; Girls by LM.C (also try 88 and Maple Leaf etc.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Vivid Colours by L'Arc~en~Ciel (as well as Jiyuu e no Shoutai and Killing Me and Ready Steady Go and a lot of others.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Summer Dive by Antic Cafe (and Kakusei Heroism, Cherry Saku Yuuki!, Daybreak, Orange Dream and a lot others)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥FOUR REASONS TO KEEP ON LIVING:&lt;br /&gt;1. Art&lt;br /&gt;2. Dreams &amp;amp; ambitions&lt;br /&gt;3. My family &amp;amp; friends&lt;br /&gt;4. because I love my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥FOUR THINGS I´LL NEVER DO:&lt;br /&gt;1. Commit suicide&lt;br /&gt;2. Be one of those airheaded teens&lt;br /&gt;3. Like Paris Hilton and her likes *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;4. Hate what I currently love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥FOUR UNFORGETTABLE DATES:&lt;br /&gt;1. 23 December 2004 - the day when I got stitches on my leg.&lt;br /&gt;2. 25 November 2001 (not so sure about the year) - the day when my grandpa died. IT'S RIGHT A DAY BEFORE MY B'DAY I TELL YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;3.  5 June 2008 (not so sure about the date, but exactly sure about the year and month) - the day when I first went to Canada. BY MYSELF. w/o anyone. =)&lt;br /&gt;4.  -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥FOUR FAVORITE DRINKS:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Shirley Temple&lt;br /&gt;2.  Tea&lt;br /&gt;3.  Calpis / Calpico&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥FOUR WISHES:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I wish I can be a successful fashion designer&lt;br /&gt;2.  I wish I can improve my art skills&lt;br /&gt;3.  I wish I can speak Japanese fluently&lt;br /&gt;4.  I wish I have... 4 more wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥FOUR THINGS I´LL DO BEFORE I DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Be a successful fashion designer&lt;br /&gt;2.  Go to Japan&lt;br /&gt;3.  Design outfits for J-Rock stars&lt;br /&gt;4.  Go to (at least) one of my favourite J-Rockers' concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I HOPE THIS YEAR (2009) I CAN:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Improve my art skills&lt;br /&gt;2.  Pass IGCSE with nice marks&lt;br /&gt;3.  Enter La Salle&lt;br /&gt;4.  Be more positive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥FOUR TRAUMAS IN MY LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;1.  It's not like I'll write it here&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't write my weakness just anywhere&lt;br /&gt;3. Not tellin' :3&lt;br /&gt;4. OH SHUDDUP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥FOUR THINGS I´LL SAY TO THE ONE WHO SENT ME THIS:&lt;br /&gt;1. I will not say anything&lt;br /&gt;2.  Cuz no one send me this&lt;br /&gt;3.  Rather, I took this from a journal in deviantArt&lt;br /&gt;4.  And I forgot the name of the journal-owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I CRY WHEN:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I'm upset&lt;br /&gt;2.  I get angry&lt;br /&gt;3.  I can't do something right, even after I tried for 15201254221576697840 times&lt;br /&gt;4.  I feel down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥FOUR WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Eh. I describe myself as "insane"...&lt;br /&gt;2.   or "abnormal"...&lt;br /&gt;3.  But Ei-kun says that I'm "sweet"...&lt;br /&gt;4. And my friends told me that I'm "fun".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-594607986351018724?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/594607986351018724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=594607986351018724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/594607986351018724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/594607986351018724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2009/05/meme-3.html' title='Meme &lt;3'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-6039357621378133063</id><published>2009-04-28T23:00:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:34:47.913+07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Actually Differentiate Shojo, Shonen and Seinen</title><content type='html'>Okay. This is irking me. &lt;s&gt;Thus, I'm cross-posting this almost in every blog I have. So, if you're following me on dA, or Blogger, or FB, you will most likely find this.&lt;/s&gt; Deleted from FB and didn't post it on dA. Deleted from FB cuz this CHILDISH person just refuse to listen to people's "OPINIONS" and forces her "OPINIONS" on others -- and yes, I am childish. :D At the very least, I have my common sense to RESEARCH things going kthxbai. And didn't post at dA cuz I'm lazy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beforehand, I'd like to tell you that I'm in NO FREAKING WAY an otaku.&lt;/span&gt; Nope. I do love manga, anime and games, as well as J-Rock and Harajuku style, but no, I haven't reached the point of being an otaku. Want proof? Well, I don't stalk anyone, and I only have 2 figures, I don't go "OOOHHH~ THAT'S SO MOE!!" to a random schoolgirl. I do like maids uniform, but I don't go so far as taking pics of girls in those outfits. I'm not so interested in yaoi, or yuri, or shonen-ai, or shojo-ai. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to my main point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, people here in Indonesia can't really differentiate Shojo and Shonen. All they know is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shojo = cute drawings, romance, comedy, sappy stuffs, and things along those categories&lt;br /&gt;while Shonen = adventures, battles, tough guys, and sometimes unintentional bishonen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take, for example, ToraDora (since it's the one in the case). IT'S CLEARLY SHONEN--or specifically, seinen. It might have romance, yes, but you know what? Romance isn't something dedicated to girls, and girls only. If you've been living with anime and manga and games for about 8-10 years (like I do), you'll understand. From the character design (cute, "moe" faces), character's personality (tsundere) and setting (school life), it's so shonen. Proof? It's serialized in a SHONEN MANGA DUH. How do I know? OBVIOUSLY, MY FRIENDS, WIKI IS THE BEST THING TO LOOK FOR ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING, in case you don't know. [/sarcasm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's move on to shojo. Shojo, DOES involve romance. Take, for example, Watase Yuu's stuffs. They're all adventures, and all have battles in it. But they are shojo. And Blood+ is shojo. Natsume Yuujinchou, with its unusual story which looks like a shonen manga to some people, is actually shojo. Yami no Matsuei (or Descendant of Darkness) is a shojo--despite its bloody battles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Some advices &amp;amp; guides:&lt;br /&gt;- Looks DO deceive&lt;br /&gt;- Romance isn't only for shojo. It's also shonen. Take Katekyo Hitman Reborn! for example. Or Bakuman. Or Full Metal Panic. Or, as stated, Toradora.&lt;br /&gt;- JUST BECAUSE the drawings are cute, or beautiful, doesn't make it shojo. Contrary to popular beliefs, MOST of shonen manga have cuter drawings compared to shojo. Take Lucky Star for example, or Shakugan no Shana. Or even Fate Stay Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea people. One advice: looks deceive. If you're one of visual-kei or oshare-kei fan, you get what I mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-6039357621378133063?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/6039357621378133063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=6039357621378133063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6039357621378133063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6039357621378133063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-actually-differentiate-shojo.html' title='How to Actually Differentiate Shojo, Shonen and Seinen'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-1305774955948754186</id><published>2009-04-12T14:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:03:39.437+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trend = stupid stuffs.</title><content type='html'>I hate trends, really. It consumes the minds of practically 98% of the world (and I'm one of those little 2%) and it's STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go hang out with my mom and 1st sister, and we're about to buy clothes, there are about 80% chance (oh my GOAT, I'm turning into Inui) they'll say, "Don't buy that one! When the trend / season's over, you won't be able to wear it again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Huh? Why won't I be able to? I'll just wear anything I want!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st sister: "Culun tau." (You're gonna look weird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah. Like what airheaded teens would say, "Who'll wanna be a weirdo--ew, definitely not me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, definitely not &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, but well, you see, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; do want to be a weirdo. I am one, and I'm proud of it, and I love my life. Sorry, peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like hell, to those teenagers who says the same thing like my 1st sis and mom, I always, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; say, "Trend? Who the hell cares about it? I don't. I create my own trend, thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA. Just feeling like ranting about it, since it irks me so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-1305774955948754186?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/1305774955948754186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=1305774955948754186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1305774955948754186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1305774955948754186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2009/04/trend-stupid-stuffs.html' title='Trend = stupid stuffs.'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-793724050765949162</id><published>2009-04-02T21:16:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:24:53.400+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hisashiburi...</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time. It's been a really long time since I have this feeling again... A feeling I did not encounter for 3 years... A feeling called "Fear"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I'm pretty sure about my skills. I'm sure enough that I'd pass final exams and I'll survive, somehow. I'm sure enough that my mark in Art subjects would get at the very least a 70%... But currently, I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be able to pass the IGCSE? Will I be able to pass the preliminary exams? Will I be able to enter that university? Does my portfolio qualifies? Or am I just a defect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time the idea of failing hit my heard--and hard at that, I'd get afraid. My heart would beat vigorously, pounding painfully against my ribcage. Again, and again... an unfamiliar, unknown, unaccepted, feeling, which is supposed to be a stranger for my calm-for-most-of-the-time heart, will sneak its way into the tight door of my heart... An unknown feeling called "fear"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never mean to think lowly of myself, nor do I mean to fish for any compliments or anything. I'm simply afraid. I'm simply scared because all these things involves my live, my dreams, my future, my ambition, my pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of times, that path in front of me would get foggy, and the whole surrounding just seems to be dark and cold... And a lot of times, I'd think, "I'm lost... or am I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utter confusion hits me as "fear" sneak into my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I can do is do my best, pray and hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-793724050765949162?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/793724050765949162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=793724050765949162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/793724050765949162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/793724050765949162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2009/04/hisashiburi.html' title='Hisashiburi...'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-1639799889270944193</id><published>2009-03-31T14:17:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:54:05.366+07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Items Questions -- Sora ver.</title><content type='html'>So, I'm bored, I love Takuya, I have this in my hard disk, I think it's interesting so I did it. =P anyone who's gonna do this, feel free to copy and answer it~ 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, COPY THE SOURCE TOO. THX. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: ~SHOCKWAVE No. 2 - 08/2007~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Birthday&lt;br /&gt;A: November 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Blood type&lt;br /&gt;A: Either A or O. I dunno yet. Haven't checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Birthplace&lt;br /&gt;A: Jakarta, Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Height Weight&lt;br /&gt;A: About 150-160cm, 43-45 kg. I'm not so sure, but it definitely ranges around those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Shoe size&lt;br /&gt;A: 37-38... that makes it around 23.5 to 24.5 cm... yeah, my feet are big. Takuya is only one number away from me =_=a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Ring size&lt;br /&gt;A: ? Haven't check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you smoke cigarettes? what brand&lt;br /&gt;A: I HATE CIGARETTE. I HATE SMOKE. I DON'T SMOKE CIGARS. I WILL NEVER SMOKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite perfume&lt;br /&gt;A: Anna Sui and The Body Shop's "Cassis Rose"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type of cellphone you use&lt;br /&gt;A: Nokia N-Gage QD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Cellphone melody&lt;br /&gt;A: Canon in D Orchestra Version. Just because I have no other songs. I wish I can change it into Number SIX. or Cherry Saku Yuuki or Dear My Friend... or perhaps, READY STEADY GO! &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Numbers in cellphone memory&lt;br /&gt;A: Don't know. Didn't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite brand&lt;br /&gt;A: Anna Sui, h.NAOTO, Moi Meme Moitie... Atelier Boz too. But above all... h.NAOTO = EPIC WIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite color&lt;br /&gt;A: I love all color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite word(s)&lt;br /&gt;A: Dream. Fantasy. Love. Reunion. Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite food&lt;br /&gt;A: SWEETS!! Nigiri tobiko, misonikomi udon (thx to Shou for telling us Number Six this! &gt;=D), kanikama sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Food you don't like&lt;br /&gt;A: Raw eggs (ew), tofu (unless it's in miso soup), squid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you cook? Name a food you cook well&lt;br /&gt;A: None. I can't cook. Unless what you mean by cooking is "boiling water", "boiling egg", or "cooking instant foods."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Hobby&lt;br /&gt;A: Art, drawing, music, piano, fashion designing, games, adobe photoshop. &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Special skill&lt;br /&gt;A: Sleep anywhere (woot, Takuya, thx to you I don't need to change this.) and drawing... I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Strong point&lt;br /&gt;A: I don't know, but I try my best to take people the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Weak point&lt;br /&gt;A: Egoist, paranoid... and if you count Hyper as a weak point then there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Bad habit&lt;br /&gt;A: Messing with [playing jokes on] people around me (yay, I don't have to change this either.) and being sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Daily routine&lt;br /&gt;A: Drawing. Internet. Listening to music (esp. J-Rock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What was often written on your report cards when you were a student&lt;br /&gt;A: Not sociable. Well, let me ask one thing, then. WHAT SHOULD I DO TO BE SOCIABLE IN YOUR EYES, TEACHERS?! TALKING ALL THE TIME?! I don't even KNOW what to talk. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: My boom [favorite/big thing] recently&lt;br /&gt;A: Hmmm~ I wanna say Harajuku Style, but I've been liking it since... 2 years ago, I think. So... none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Charm point&lt;br /&gt;A: ??? I don't know. Nose? Lots of people tell me I have a nice nose, but I think it's... ordinary. -___-a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Weakness&lt;br /&gt;A: ....I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Something you collect&lt;br /&gt;A: Rings? and J-Rock Artists pics! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Right now, what kind of room do you live in?&lt;br /&gt;A: My room is messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite place&lt;br /&gt;A: Home. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What place would you like to go&lt;br /&gt;A: Jaaaapaaaaannnn~!!! Hawaii, Venice, England, Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you like to do on your days off?&lt;br /&gt;A: Browsing internet or drawing the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Something you recently bought&lt;br /&gt;A: Hmm~ earphones for my iPod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: A movie you recently saw&lt;br /&gt;A: Err~ Boys Over Flowers? Is that a movie? No? Prince of Tennis... then before that, L Change the World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: A recent worry&lt;br /&gt;A: Prelims are HARD. Damn HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Key to eliminating stress&lt;br /&gt;A: SCREAM!! &gt;=D headbanging while listening to J-Rock, drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Most important thing recently&lt;br /&gt;A: Hmm~ not recent, but I do consider my 500gb Hard-disk important, as well as my ring (it's from my mom.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Most respected person&lt;br /&gt;A: Person? Hmm~ mom! and h.NAOTO! &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When was your first love&lt;br /&gt;A: Errr~ Primary something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Did your love grow happily&lt;br /&gt;A: Don't remember, but I'm sure it didn't grow into anything (thx again, takuya. I don't need to change this one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite type of &lt;s&gt;girl&lt;/s&gt; guy&lt;br /&gt;A: Understanding guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Least favorite type of &lt;s&gt;girl&lt;/s&gt; guy&lt;br /&gt;A: Guys who can't take me the way I am, guys who are not understanding, guys who are rude to girls, guys who take away my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What you look for in a &lt;s&gt;girl&lt;/s&gt; guy&lt;br /&gt;A: Understanding, can fight so that he can protect me. &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is your fetish&lt;br /&gt;A: Hmm~ I love guys who are cute! (take takuya as example.) &gt;=D but that doesn't count. And I love guys with nice arms too~ (again, take takuya as example. His arms are the right size for me. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite female fashion&lt;br /&gt;A: Various (I didn't change this either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What a &lt;s&gt;girl&lt;/s&gt; guy does to make your heart beat faster&lt;br /&gt;A: Smile (Neither this) and act nice to me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Would you ever confess to someone you liked them?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hmm~ not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Ideal date course?&lt;br /&gt;A: I don't know. But I think going to the sea is a nice choice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What color is love&lt;br /&gt;A: Pink or red or white... I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Present that would make you happy&lt;br /&gt;A: Something that comes from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you wish to be married or not?&lt;br /&gt;A: I don't really care about that. Let's just see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What you'd name your kid&lt;br /&gt;A: Yuu (I didn't change this because I think it's a cute name), Allen, or Natsume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Ideal male image&lt;br /&gt;A: Gentle, understanding, strong-but-slender. &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Nicest thing about being born a &lt;s&gt;man&lt;/s&gt; woman&lt;br /&gt;A: Can wear a wide variety of clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: If you could change birthplace, would you rather be born a man or woman?&lt;br /&gt;A: Woman... or man. Doesn't really matter. But currently, I wanna be born a woman and live in Japan... and get a job in h.NAOTO... who knows I can meet takuya?! &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why's that?&lt;br /&gt;A: *quoting Hiroto* "Ah. I said it above."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you look for when you meet someone for the first time?&lt;br /&gt;A: Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: A small-time dream&lt;br /&gt;A: Fashion designer. It never changes until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How you will look forward to old age&lt;br /&gt;A: Be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you think is wrong with the world&lt;br /&gt;A: There's too much normalcy in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How old do you feel your mental age is?&lt;br /&gt;A: 5 year old! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How much is in your wallet today&lt;br /&gt;A: Eee~ 50 000...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What kind of person are you waking up?&lt;br /&gt;A: Horrible. You don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you believe in fate&lt;br /&gt;A: Mmmm~ not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: The thing you're recently most concerned with&lt;br /&gt;A: Can I pass my IGCSE? Can I enter La Salle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Most mischievous member?&lt;br /&gt;A: Member? Huh? Oh. I'm not in any band. But if I do, then it's gotta be me... I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the best thing you've done until now&lt;br /&gt;A: Er? I don't know~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Most expensive thing [you've] bought recently&lt;br /&gt;A: Hmm~ my past year paper booklets are damn expensive! D=&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Tell something you've been hiding until now!&lt;br /&gt;A: Seriously, do you think I'm gonna tell it HERE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: A recent first experience&lt;br /&gt;A: Hmmm~ none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Mankind's greatest enemy&lt;br /&gt;A: Oneself (I don't change this either) and the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: If you never became a musician [you would be a]...&lt;br /&gt;A: I'm not a pro musician. So I can't answer this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Give yourself a current score&lt;br /&gt;A: 3/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What you think about during a live&lt;br /&gt;A: I never do a live... oh, wait. I did. Um, I just go blank and play. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's your stage drink&lt;br /&gt;A: .....I don't go on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Something that's necessary before a live&lt;br /&gt;A: Finger stretching &amp; warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Something that's necessary after a live&lt;br /&gt;A: "Phew! Done!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Your biggest concern about a live&lt;br /&gt;A: "I so hope I can do this well..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Musical instrument you use&lt;br /&gt;A: Piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Please make a promise. This year I'll -----!&lt;br /&gt;A: Improve my designing skills! &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: A musician who you're on good terms with&lt;br /&gt;A: I have a friend (Aaron) who is a musician. But he's not pro. But I'm pretty sure he's gonna go pro someday =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Until now, something that you won't give up&lt;br /&gt;A: My freedom. My life. My love to J-Rock and art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Number one favorite song by [An Cafe]6&lt;br /&gt;A: Hmm~ Cherry Saku Yuuki! and Kakusei Heroism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is your most basic rule&lt;br /&gt;A: I don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What you feel you're currently not good enough at&lt;br /&gt;A: Fashion designing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: If you were to choose to become another member, who would you be? Why's that?&lt;br /&gt;A: I'm not a member of any band. But if I should choose among the members of An Cafe... I'll choose Teruki! He looks FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: If you could have one wish come true, what would you ask for&lt;br /&gt;A: I want to become good on designing clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you want to eat right now&lt;br /&gt;A: Benkei Ramen~~!!!! &gt;w&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Person you'd most like to meet&lt;br /&gt;A: takuya!!! And the rest of An Cafe, as well as L'Arc~en~Ciel, LM.C and alice nine. and MYV!!! and my sisters &amp; bro in Canada~! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: One song you recommend&lt;br /&gt;A: Time Machine - alice nine. or Summer Dive - An Cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite artist&lt;br /&gt;A: L'Arc~en~Ciel / An Cafe / alice nine. / Miyavi / Nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite performer&lt;br /&gt;A: Err~ Downtown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: A performer you're similar to&lt;br /&gt;A: Uhm~ takuya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Any future plans you would like to do with SHOXX?&lt;br /&gt;A: .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is music to you&lt;br /&gt;A: Life. Inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is each band member to you&lt;br /&gt;A: I don't join any band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: An ambition after this&lt;br /&gt;A: Join h.NAOTO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: A word for yourself 10 years in the future&lt;br /&gt;A: "Have you joined h.NAOTO?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: A word for each member&lt;br /&gt;A: I skipped this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...LOL. Turned out that takuya and I have... a lot of similarity. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-1639799889270944193?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/1639799889270944193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=1639799889270944193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1639799889270944193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1639799889270944193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2009/03/100-items-questions-sora-ver.html' title='100 Items Questions -- Sora ver.'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-8277785222818684402</id><published>2009-03-20T23:57:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T15:12:08.925+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miyavi myv 382 meev'/><title type='text'>Dearest MYV</title><content type='html'>Really. I kinda feel like crying. Perhaps it's because Miyavi's graduation is getting nearer and nearer... as if the gentle steps which gradually gets louder than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't exactly call myself a person who can express things with words--I tend to speak differently than what I actually feel. But I'll try my best to express my admiration and love towards Miyavi-san. \(^0^)/ haii~ hajimemashou~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ne, Miyavi-san~ truthfully, I haven't been your fan for a long time. I introduced myself to J-Rock around a year ago (before I introduce it to my friends later), and I remembered that you've been included in the article of one of the most famous Japanese-related magazine here in my country. From the article alone, I thought you are interesting, so I went around practically everywhere to look for your stuffs... before I fell in love with you and your song (the first MYV song I heard is from youtube, WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD... ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And truly, you had been cheering up my world since then, banishing every tears I'd spill and brighten up any angry clouds. I screamed happily when I saw you posting a blog that you are worried about us Indonesians regarding that earthquake. I jumped in my seat when I saw Indonesian Fan Page, which is what I join in, is the first fan page you placed in your Top Friends. I squealed when I discovered that you want to visit Indonesia. I'm really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether you realize it or not... ^w^U but really, you are a very sweet, caring person. ^w^ Sometimes I feel like being your little sister, if only that's possible, nee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well~ this is getting longer and longer isn't it? And I'm running out of words too~ (as I said, I'm not good at expressing my feelings~ ^^U) But anyway, I'm really looking forward to your new company... no matter where you are, what company are you in, I'll always listen to you. ^^ I'm really proud to be a Ko-Miyavi, really. I'm really glad that I was able to know such an amazing person and admire him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehehe~ now, let's look forward at our future~ Ganbare, Miyavi~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much love from Indonesia,&lt;br /&gt;Sora より&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: come to Indonesia~! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;current=myvbill.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/myvbill.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR, I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING IN PHOTOSHOP EXCEPT TO SCAN THE BILL AND ADD THAT RED WAX SEAL. SO HAPPY I GOT THE BILL~!! *0*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-8277785222818684402?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/8277785222818684402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=8277785222818684402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/8277785222818684402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/8277785222818684402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2009/03/dearest-myv.html' title='Dearest MYV'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-8531425781410604958</id><published>2009-03-12T21:52:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:45:22.927+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshops in FB, FS, Myspace, Cyworld</title><content type='html'>Let me get this straight. I HATE people who Photoshops their pictures before they put them on webs like Facebooks, or Myspace. C'mon man, it's stupid. No offense to you, my beloved sisters. It's just my honest, truthful thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, are you THAT ugly? THAT damn ugly that you just HAVE to Photoshop ALL you pictures? That's damn foolish, man. Are you happy to receive compliments over such Photoshopped, unreal photo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, don't even THINK I can't use Photoshop. Just so you know, I'm not trying to brag here, but lemme tell you that I made my own my Friendster backgrounds. And I still think that they are all not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Still don't believe I'm not jealous of you and your stupid, simple skills? Can you call just being "able to remove all sorts of flaws on someone's picture" as awesome? DUH, YOU FOOL, ANYONE who learn basic Photoshop can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I ought to say some more here. I'm too pissed to write anymore. I'm too damn pissed at finding that one of my BEST FRIENDS are being one of those social-networking, photo-manipulating fakers. Ew. I'm leaving. I really can't write more. I have too much things going on my mind right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-8531425781410604958?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/8531425781410604958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=8531425781410604958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/8531425781410604958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/8531425781410604958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2009/03/photoshops-in-fb-fs-myspace-cyworld.html' title='Photoshops in FB, FS, Myspace, Cyworld'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-1436738693387827481</id><published>2009-02-18T19:10:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:02:11.187+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>Frankly, I, in fact, think that I'm the dumbest, most unskillful art student in my art class. Really. I mean, come one, what will YOU think when you're surrounded by a group of people who habe skills which are obviously waaay greater than yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I can always say, "Oh, yeah. So what? This is me, and I'm comfortable with my current skills." But I'm not satisfied with my current skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, I might always boast, "I have my own abilities which surpasses them." and I might just list them down. But, as cocky as I am, I don't want to get any bad karmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, I can say that, "They are born in the correct, supportive environment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, wouldn't saying any, or all of them, make me a pathetic, cowardly loser who is trying to run away from reality? A pitiful creature who is attempting an escape from the world? I am but a not-so-ordinary girl who has a pride so high that that foolish pride of hers ruins her self-esteem whenever she lost to somebody--even in the most trivial things. A friend of mine too, once told me that I hate getting my pride wounded in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely correct. To me, no matter how small a black stain upon white, and no matter how you tried to hide that stain, and no matter how many buckets of white paint you had splashed that stain with, that stain stays a stain. Even if you had managed to erase and hide that stain, it stays there, forever and ever. Even if without any trace, we can't undo history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might call me an extremist or perfectionist or whatever. I, myself, too, assume that I have a mild Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder lurking around somewhere in this, much or less, wrecked mind. Call me "bipolar" as you wish. I assume I'm suffering from that too. I've never test myself, even if one of my older sisters is studying psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just an emotion instability? Maybe. Or perhaps, I'm a hard, extreme perfectionist to the core? Well, a lot of people told me that. Or could it be that I'm just too ambitious? Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate comparing myself with others. But really, I can't help it either. Perhaps, like what people said, being in my teens makes me compare myself with others. Well, nobody likes losing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-1436738693387827481?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/1436738693387827481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=1436738693387827481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1436738693387827481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1436738693387827481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2009/02/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-4072584588469288122</id><published>2009-02-08T15:19:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:29:39.141+07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!!</title><content type='html'>Finally I got my internet back!! AAAAAHHH GOD!! TT___TT i've just lost a week worth of downloading things!! And as a result, here are the things I missed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Scrapbook freebies&lt;br /&gt;- Kra's new album&lt;br /&gt;- Sug's Umbilical&lt;br /&gt;- My Kaichou's percentage went down from 77% to 61% TT___TT&lt;br /&gt;- Kra's new PVs&lt;br /&gt;- alice nine.'s new PVs&lt;br /&gt;- etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention the forum posts I missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-4072584588469288122?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/4072584588469288122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=4072584588469288122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/4072584588469288122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/4072584588469288122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally.html' title='FINALLY!!'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-6422601313699391595</id><published>2009-01-10T18:44:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:26:26.775+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadar Diri Donk!</title><content type='html'>This post is in Indonesian. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerap kali, ga jarang gw ngedenger kalimat2 yg mirip2 dgn yg bgini, "Jakarta kotor bgt seh!" dri remaja2 seumuran gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada juga yg blg, "Ih, (nama negara laen) enak ya, bersih. Ga kaya Jakarta, kotoooor~~~ bgt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atau, "Pemda JKT gmn seh?! kota kotor gini kaga dibersihin?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGAT, SEGALA HAL BALIK KE DIRI KITA SNDIRI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gmn dgn lo? Jgn cm bs nyalahin pemda. Lo sndiri gmn? Sring bgt gw ngeliat org2 buang sampah dri jendela mobil. Ga keitung byknya, mulai dari org tua, anak remaja, bahkan anak balita!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jgn bsnya cm lempar batu sembunyi tgn, buruk wajah, kaca dibelah! Kalo lo sndiri mao JKT bersih, tau diri donks! Stop buang sampah sembarangan! Kalo banjir, ciap2 dgn alesan pemdanya ngaco! bknnya itu slh lo yg buang sampah sembarangan?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perlu diinget, gw bukan pro-pemerintah, tpi gw jg bkn org2 yg dgn enaknya ngmg tanpa mikir kaya lo org!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan perlu diingetin juga, gw ga cinta Jakarta, tapi gw jg ga benci Jakarta! Alesan gw nulis &amp; ngepost bulbo ini cm sekedar harapan supaya Jakarta bisa berubah jadi satu kota, satu tempat yg gw cintain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inget, SADAR DIRI. gw ngerti, ga dikit org yg bakal blg "ih, percuma aja, buang2 waktu aja seh ni org yg bikin ni bulbo, get a life will you?!" skali lagi, SADAR DIRI. Lo ndiri gmn? Lo juga buang2 waktu kog, dgn nongkrongin FS lo seharian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw udah muak sama remaja2 macem lo org. gw bukan org tua, gw jg remaja kaya lo org, tpi seengga2nya gw masi pny otak dan kesadaran diri, ga kaya lo org!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repost post ini kalo lo stuju sama gw! There is a possibility that small things can change big! Sebarin dan lakuin! Jgn cm sebarin tpi lo masi ttp buang sampah seenak dengkul!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-6422601313699391595?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/6422601313699391595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=6422601313699391595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6422601313699391595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6422601313699391595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2009/01/sadar-diri-donk.html' title='Sadar Diri Donk!'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-3988699965844861882</id><published>2009-01-07T15:14:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:55:15.207+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keyblade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beforehand, I would like to tell you that this post is really images-focused. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Chu-senpai wants to see it and I had been procrastinating for SO long,... and I posted it in my DA account already... Here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture038.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/Picture038.jpg" alt="Keyblade1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture036.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/Picture036.jpg" alt="Keyblade3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture035.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/Picture035.jpg" alt="Keyblade4" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;current=Picture030.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/Picture030.jpg" border="0" alt="Keyblade9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;current=Picture029.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/Picture029.jpg" border="0" alt="Keyblade10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made purely with old newspaper and big sellotape ONLY. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... I got inspired by Zardo's (zardo.deviantart.com) "Hope" so I made one similar to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;current=Picture011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/Picture011.jpg" border="0" alt="sun1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;current=Picture006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/Picture006.jpg" border="0" alt="sun2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-3988699965844861882?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/3988699965844861882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=3988699965844861882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/3988699965844861882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/3988699965844861882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2009/01/keyblade.html' title='Keyblade'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-7019715675736132672</id><published>2009-01-07T14:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:56:08.240+07:00</updated><title type='text'>About NANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: Is Feeling ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mood_amused3_texture_CS.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/mood_amused3_texture_CS.jpg" alt="miyavi" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Featuring Miyavi&lt;br /&gt;Mood icon ©Sherly&lt;br /&gt;Texture by celestial-star.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's really late. But I had just started reading NANA recently since I saw the cosplay pics of the characters... and I decided it may give me some inspirations to design my clothes. 8D It's good. And the clothes are superb. And the characters looks nice. And the clothes are superb. And the accessories are cool. And the clothes are superb. And the clothes are superb. And the clothes are superb. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shin is cute. 8D And the cosplay pics of him makes me love him moooooaaarrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. Okay. Enough with the rant. Now I'm gonna go back and read NANA agaaaaaiiinnn~!! (and stare at Shin agaaaaaaiiinnnn~!!! XD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-7019715675736132672?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/7019715675736132672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=7019715675736132672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/7019715675736132672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/7019715675736132672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2009/01/about-nana.html' title='About NANA'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-6648351930884752500</id><published>2009-01-05T22:33:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:30:48.080+07:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: Is Feeling ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mood_relaxed_texture_CS.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/mood_relaxed_texture_CS.jpg" alt="Reita" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mood Icon is ©Sherly&lt;br /&gt;Featuring Reita of the GazettE&lt;br /&gt;Texture by celestial-star.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwah. I've been blogging less recently. Web-Kare really takes my time. *intents to get Headphone-kun a.k.a. Ryuuji as her 2nd kare! 8D* Kaichou is too cute to resist. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, since I created my shared DeviantArt account, I've been kinda busy. XD please visit my DA account~! http://sutoreikyatto.deviantart.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jakarta had been scorching hot lately. The temperature hurts my head. Just like when I was in Canada. It's really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyah. Though, let's try to look at the bright sight. If it's sunny, I can take lots and lots of picture of beautiful sunsets without having to be interrupted by rain. If it's sunny like this... it reminds me of a beach, and it fits the song "Gekkou Yoku" by alice nine. or alice nine's photobook Dive Into the Sun perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*w* I wanna go to the pool. Or a beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-6648351930884752500?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/6648351930884752500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=6648351930884752500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6648351930884752500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6648351930884752500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2009/01/100th-post.html' title='100th post!!'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-8572723170970654365</id><published>2008-12-25T20:02:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:06:06.022+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gackt &amp; Mandarin</title><content type='html'>Well, since it's Christmas, let's talk about Christmas songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the J-Christmas Songs I just downloaded yesterday are... Gackt's 12 Gatsu no Love Song, and December Love Song, which is the English version of 12 Gatsu no Love Song and the Korean version of this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and surprisingly the Mandarin one, Shi Er Yue De Qing Ge, which features Wang Lee Hom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as much as I hate Mandarin songs (mostly because of the melodies which are too soft for my taste in music), curiosity takes the better of me and my love for Gackt wins. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I did downloaded that Mandarin version and... to be honest, that's the first time I love Mandarin song. =P And that's also my first time to love a Korean song. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna download some more Gackt awesomeness now. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how he sounds like when he speaks French... or Italian... O_O That'd be awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-8572723170970654365?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/8572723170970654365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=8572723170970654365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/8572723170970654365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/8572723170970654365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/12/gackt-mandarin.html' title='Gackt &amp; Mandarin'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-6754166655376182350</id><published>2008-12-25T19:16:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:52:04.574+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='instructions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas~</title><content type='html'>Today, it is 25 December 2008. No, it isn't only Christmas, it is also the birthday of someone--someone very special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I hope you'll follow my instructions as follows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First, raise your hands--or hand, or even legs, if you don't have any hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lift your chin up so that you are facing upwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tug a smile--a joyous, happy smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Say, or you can shout or even scream if you wish to, sweetly, joyously, happily--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. WAIT, STOP!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT YOU TO SCREAM OR SAY, "MERRY CHRISTMAS!!" Cuz that's boring isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me repeat instruction 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Say, or you can shout or even scream if you wish to, sweetly, joyously, happily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS CHRIST!! Thx for being my all-time saviour!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....NOW, you can say, "Merry Christmas!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-6754166655376182350?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/6754166655376182350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=6754166655376182350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6754166655376182350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6754166655376182350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas~'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-6074440479099317524</id><published>2008-12-21T19:58:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:09:57.581+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harajuku style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harajuku'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>Indonesian Post</title><content type='html'>Something I moved from my Friendster blog. I got sick of the amount of spam I got there, so I just move it here. *shrugs* it's in Indonesian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hal dikarenakan oleh kalo gw lebi enak aja nulisin ini pake bahasa Indonesia, dan hal lain disebabkan KALO GW GA NULIS INI PAKE BAHASA INDO, KEMUNGKINAN GEDE ORANG2 YANG PENGEN GW TUJUIN GA BAKAL NYADAR DIRI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yak, LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw ga ngerti, sumpah suer gw ga ngerti. KENAPA SEH ORANG INDONESIA ITU 90% KEPO DAN CLOSE-MINDED BANGET? Emang apa salahny kalo orang berdandan aneh? Emang apa salahny klo dandanan yg dianggap orang laen aneh, kita anggap sebagai "kita" banget dan kita pake itu dandanan? Emg APA URUSANNYA KALO KITA DANDAN ,SEPERTI YANG DIKATAKAN SAMA ORANG-ORANG DI INDONESIA, "ANEH" SAMA KALIAN?! Apa salahnya emang kalo gw pake baju Harajuku Style di Taman Anggrek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu kan cuma masalah pandangan lo dan rasa percaya diri lo aja. Kalo lo nganggep satu hal aneh, maka hal itu bakal jadi aneh. Kalo lo nganggep bahwa apapun yang aneh itu "jelek" maka berarti apapun yang, meskipun cuman dikit, "aneh" sesuai definisi lo itu bakal jadi jelek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus, soal arti kata "aneh" itu sendiri. Gw ga ngerti, bnr2 gw ga ngerti. Tiap kali gw baca2 di internet, sini-situ... tanggepanny slalu laen2. Bukanny gw ga bisa nerima pendapat orang, cuma, yah... tanggepan mereka aja tuh kadang2 ga masuk akal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo pada bilang, "ngapaen njiplak2, mending jadi diri lo sendiri. Be your self, man!" LOH?! Bukannya sekarang ini lo orang juga lagi ngejiplak? Lo orang ngeliat, "Ih itu orang bajunya keren! Gw juga mao baju kaya gitu!" dan pergilah lo orang ke toko, minimal buat nyari baju yang mirip2 gtu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KALO GW BILANG, sebenerny justru gaya Harajuku Style (visual-kei, oshare-kei, Gothic Lolita, Sweet Lolita, etc) malah lbih original dan bebas. Kenapa? KARENA, satu, kita ga terikat maupun dikotak2an pada apapun.  DUA, karena Harajuku Style itu MEMBUTUHKAN KREATIVITAS DAN DESIGNING + MIX AND MATCH SKILLS LO SENDIRI. Tiga, karena Harajuku Style wearers itu rata2 di-trigger, alias di motivasi karena MEREKA SUKA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu juga gw. Karena gw suka, maka gw siap dan berani nanggung malu kalo gw pake Harajuku Style di mall dan restoran dan diliatin dan diketawain orang. Gw ga ngerti, kenapa lo mesti malu pake Harajuku kalo lo suka? Kenapa lo mesti peduli dengan pandangan kolot orang2 yang punya pikiran yang pokonya smua dikotak2in dan ga terbuka? Kenapa lo mesti ga percaya diri, padahal sebenernya kalian punya hak buat berbangga diri sedikit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say and not giving a damn" ~ Gore Vidal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenapa lo mesti peduli mereka ngeliatin lo ato ga? Toh, mereka ngeliatin lo juga, mereka emang mau ngapaen?" ~My pal, Ody! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, sekarang tinggal lo orang mikir aja:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maokah kalian buka pikiran dan stop jadi orang kolot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beranikah kalian buat percaya diri dan pake apapun yang "aneh"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan yang paling penting, beranikah kalian buat nerima semua hal yang "aneh" itu dan merubahnya jadi "biasa"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-6074440479099317524?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/6074440479099317524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=6074440479099317524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6074440479099317524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6074440479099317524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/12/indonesian-post.html' title='Indonesian Post'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-1920750101973554592</id><published>2008-12-19T22:16:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:27:50.025+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arti bulan lahir...</title><content type='html'>found this while blogwalking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak ide. (iya yah?)&lt;br /&gt;Sukar untuk dimengerti atau difahami sikapnya. (unik donks?)&lt;br /&gt;Berfikiran ke depan. (HAHAHA!! iyakah?)&lt;br /&gt;Berfikiran unik dan bijak. (bagoeeeesssss...)&lt;br /&gt;Penuh dengan idea-idea baru yang luar biasa. (yoo-hoo-hooh~!)&lt;br /&gt;Pemikiran yang tajam. (gw lemot ah kayanya!)&lt;br /&gt;Daya firasat yang sangat halus dan tinggi. (wee-hee-hee~!)&lt;br /&gt;Bagus untuk jadi Dokter. (EW NO THX!!)&lt;br /&gt;Cermat dan teliti. (yg ada malah gw slebor...)&lt;br /&gt;Sifat yang berahasia, pandai mengorek dan mencari rahasia. (makSUD looooo?! gw tukang gosip gtu?!)&lt;br /&gt;Banyak berfikir, kurang bicara tetapi mesra. (gw bawel d kayanya?)&lt;br /&gt;Berani, pemurah, setia, dan sabar. (bagian sabarnya kayanya nyasar d...)&lt;br /&gt;Terlalu degil dan keras hati. (mksdnya degil?)&lt;br /&gt;Apabila mau akan diusahakan sehingga berhasil. (bener bgt!)&lt;br /&gt;Tidak suka marah kecuali digugat. (betoeeeeellll!)&lt;br /&gt;Cara berfikir yang lain dari orang lain. (yay me!)&lt;br /&gt;Otak yang sangat tajam. (skalean aja otak gw dijadiin piso!)&lt;br /&gt;Pandai mendorong diri sendiri. (emang gw grobak?!)&lt;br /&gt;Tidak menghargai pujian. (ga juga ah!)&lt;br /&gt;Kekuatan semangat dan daya juang yang sangat tinggi dan apabila  hendak sesuatu akan mencoba sampai berhasil. (betoeeeelll!)&lt;br /&gt;Kasih sayang dan emosi yang sangat mendalam. (tul!)&lt;br /&gt;Romantik. (ahahaha~! iyakah?)&lt;br /&gt;Tidak pasti dengan hubungan kasih sayang. (masa?)&lt;br /&gt;Suka duduk atau diam di rumah. (hmmm~ ga juga....)&lt;br /&gt;Sangat rajin dan berkemampuan tinggi. (bagian sangat rajinnya pasti typo error tuh.)&lt;br /&gt;Amanah, jujur setia dan pandai berahasia. (.....?)&lt;br /&gt;Tidak berapa berjaya dalam mengontrol emosi. (betul!)&lt;br /&gt;Bercita-cita tinggi. (ke puncak aja skalean... XD)&lt;br /&gt;Perangai tidak dapat diramal dan mudah berubah-ubah. (BETUL!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....bgtulah. And on a side note, pas ngomenin emang lage rada2 ngelantur tuh.... XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-1920750101973554592?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/1920750101973554592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=1920750101973554592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1920750101973554592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1920750101973554592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/12/arti-bulan-lahir.html' title='Arti bulan lahir...'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-573782204000179588</id><published>2008-12-11T22:31:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:43:56.845+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Web-kare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: Is Feeling ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mood_childlike.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/mood_childlike.jpg" alt="miyavi" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood Icon is ©Sherly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Featuring Miyavi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, I saw there's this virtual boyfriend site in Animonster... (web-kare.jp) I tried it, but I can't open, for some unknown reasons. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I just tried again (a net-friend of mine did) and turned out that... I succeed. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been interested in this kind of games... 8D (dating-sims too, but I can't find it anywhere) But since I can't read kanji... I'm gonna have trouble with web-kare~ @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BeTe, you play it too, rite~ HELPPPPPP!!! Add gw Bet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody who can speak English and/or Indonesian (and fluent Japanese, if possible), add me so that I can talk with you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-573782204000179588?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/573782204000179588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=573782204000179588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/573782204000179588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/573782204000179588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/12/web-kare.html' title='Web-kare'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-5909177129290651189</id><published>2008-12-10T16:04:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:51:29.858+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haters</title><content type='html'>Had I ever mention how much I hate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; hate haters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, okay sure, you have the rights to hate something or somebody. But isn't it ridiculous if you're hated just because you're doing something that they don't like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nearly in for that. No, I'm not a hater. I mean, I nearly got hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm a reader-insert fanfiction writer... and of course, it's not like everybody loves reader-inserts. I know that there will be some people who hate reader-inserts. But I mean, isn't it just plain STUPID and RIDICULOUS if you got flames and/or hate mails just because you're  reader-inserts writer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a personal experience of mine. Well, you see, I'm a member of a forum discussion board and I joined the fanfictions threads too... and then, I once posted my links in the thread which tells you to post your fanfictions account if you have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there's this one person who said something along the lines of, "People had a lot of hate mails lately. Well, that's not really the writers' faults, but there's even those who wrote self-inserts. Gross, don't you think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY. JUST HOW IMMATURE AND RUDE CAN YOU BE?!! If you think that self-inserts are gross, than you can just f*ck off and don't read!!! Nobody force you to anyway!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you have some respect to writers, even if you are a writer yourself, and stop flaming? Why can't you think about how hard we had thought about the ideas and the hardwork? Why can't you REPAIR YOUR BRAIN AND LEARN SOME RESPECT?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND you said you hate flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please people, even if you are a hater, you don't need to post your hatemails in a DISCUSSION BOARD. You don't need to shout and let the whole ENTIRE world to know. It's rude, irrelevant and impolite and it lowers you dignity. AND IT'S DAMN STRAIGHT STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can just keep your hates inside yourself and write it off in your blog. Or diary. Anything but a public site such as discussion boards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-5909177129290651189?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/5909177129290651189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=5909177129290651189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5909177129290651189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5909177129290651189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/12/haters.html' title='Haters'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-302718658630717087</id><published>2008-12-04T20:52:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:30:32.423+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Randomness strikes in. I am half sleepy because of my economy book and a hot bath, and I just read a couple of manga series and some blogs. I decided to post the result. =_=U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings I'd like to say to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squalo: CUT YOUR HAIR. It's been that long since ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bel: CUT YOUR BANGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xanxus: Go get a surgeon to remove that scar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all three of them (Squalo, Bel and Xanxus): GOSHDAMMIT! DID YOU GUYS USE POND'S CREAM, AGING CREAM, BOTOX OR SOMETHING?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fran: REMOVE THAT FROGGIE HAT (though it IS cute) and don't talk like that to MY SQUALO AND BEL!! *ish shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miyavi: OMG YOU'RE SO SWEEEET~! *hugzzz* (and yes, I AM a fan of 382)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spitfire: It's hard to make your fanfict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanijima Kaito: Stop stealing my heart away! D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akutagawa Jirou: ...truthfully, I'm confused whether your hair colour is BROWN or BLONDE. =_=U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud Strife: Tell me, how could you manage to jump so high and how did you hold that freakin' buster sword?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent Valentine: I want your Cerberus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near (Nate River): I &lt;3 you~! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy Cecil: WHY MUST YOUR NAME BE CECIL!!!??? *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari Kyouya: GIMME YOUR HEDGEHOG! AND HIBIRD!! *tonfa'd*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-302718658630717087?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/302718658630717087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=302718658630717087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/302718658630717087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/302718658630717087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/12/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-9211277983087900015</id><published>2008-11-26T20:49:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:38:43.257+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday~ to me~</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday~ to ME~! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I got a lot of birthday wishes and I had been wanting to do this since, like, a long time ago, I'll post this here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the list of people who wished me a happy birthday and I arranged it in order, 1 being the earliest. 8D Check if your name is in the list? X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yohanlie ~ an early start just because we're chatting. XD&lt;br /&gt;2. Citra ~ you sms'd me when I'm in the shower... XD&lt;br /&gt;3. Cindy ~ you're just a bit later than Citra... too bad. XD&lt;br /&gt;4.  Tan2 ~ thx~! You even said it to me twice~!&lt;br /&gt;5. Feli ~ hey, how come Citra is earlier than you? XD thx anyway!&lt;br /&gt;6. Mr. Ronal ~ he wouldn't know unless Feli told him. XD AND Feli did tell him. LOL&lt;br /&gt;7.  Two Sec 3 students ~ I forgot your names. Really sorry. (&gt;pq&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;8. Tere ~ thaaaanks, aibou! Don't forget to get a move on our plan! *cackles evilly*&lt;br /&gt;9. Felice Mulia ~ thaaankks, matey! *ish trying to be a pirate!*&lt;br /&gt;10. Errin ~ you nearly forgot... XD&lt;br /&gt;11. Pak Bas ~ pak, kalo saya ga kasi tau, pasti bapak ga tau deh! XD&lt;br /&gt;12. Jeni ~ who heard me when I complained pak Bas as to why the music test must be on my birthday. XD&lt;br /&gt;13. Anlip ~ who surprisingly remembers. OwO *no offense~ XD* that's so sweet of you Anlip =)&lt;br /&gt;14. Rainer ~ who heard Anlip congratulating me. XD&lt;br /&gt;15. Kelvin ~ who saw Anlip and Rainer wishing me a Happy Birthday XD&lt;br /&gt;16. Adhika ~ who heard Anlip and Rainer and Kelvin greeted me. LOL&lt;br /&gt;17. Elbert ~ who was right beside Adhika and decided to wish me too. XD&lt;br /&gt;18. Chuang ~ who overheard those bunch of guys *points upwards*&lt;br /&gt;19. Cyung &amp;amp; Jared ~ who sms'd me when I'm in my Bio class. *hugz for you two~*&lt;br /&gt;20. Vane ~ who was late because she hasn't met me in the morning and ended up wishing me on break time instead. XD&lt;br /&gt;21. Amel ~ who was just a little later than Vane&lt;br /&gt;22. Wilson ~ who heard from Amel&lt;br /&gt;23. DJ ~ who all of a sudden came to me and wished me a Happy Birthday. 8D thx DJ! *hugz*&lt;br /&gt;24. Peter ~ who just knew because his girlfriend (a.k.a. Tan2) told him&lt;br /&gt;25. Florenz ~ who somehow knew&lt;br /&gt;26. Elisa ~ who somehow knew together with Florenz&lt;br /&gt;27. Jasmine ~ who said it along with Florenz and Elisa&lt;br /&gt;28. Tora-san ~ who is, of course, not Tora from alice nine. and who's happy because Haru is later than him&lt;br /&gt;29.  Haru ~ who came rushing to me and wishing me "Otanjoubi Omedetou" *hugz*&lt;br /&gt;30. Becky ~ who said it right after Haru *hugz too*&lt;br /&gt;31. Cni ~ who's known as Ms. Nini "Late" Liung and therefore I'm just mildly surprised. XD *hugzzz*&lt;br /&gt;32. Ko Kin ~ who surprisingly and somehow knows (perhaps from FaceBook?)&lt;br /&gt;33. Tsukito ~ who remembers all of a sudden. XD&lt;br /&gt;34. Agustania ~ who would not get switched with my sister, of course. LOL&lt;br /&gt;35. The whole Socrates ~ who sang for me on Mr. Sitorus's class XD (that's so sweet of you guys, Socrates. =) thx, I never expected this. XD)&lt;br /&gt;36. NiP ~ who just realized when the whole Socrates sang for me. X3&lt;br /&gt;37. Yuni ~ who came to me and said "Happy Birthday" to me sweetly&lt;br /&gt;38. Ko Johan ~ who is my beloved older brother and had been kind enough to buy me a chocolate-raspberry birthday cake! *huuugzz*&lt;br /&gt;39. Ryoto-kun ~ who is really fun to be with and one of the funniest fanfict writer! XD&lt;br /&gt;40. Ody ~ who keeps in contact with me even if he's in Canada. 8D Continue to be an articial L, aibou! XD&lt;br /&gt;41. Eric ~ who decided to decorate my Friendster profile page with a Flash animation. XD&lt;br /&gt;42. Claudia Pinne ~ who wished me via Friendster LAWL&lt;br /&gt;43. Jordy ~ who was not a friend of mine until an unpleasant occasion on Friendster made us friends. 8D&lt;br /&gt;44. OsZa ~ who had just recently be my Friendster friend&lt;br /&gt;45. Dispatcher Bali ~ who had been a great advicer and fortune teller. 8D&lt;br /&gt;46. Ko Arfan ~ my tuition teacher. 8D&lt;br /&gt;47. My Mom ~ because she was so busy cooking for me&lt;br /&gt;48. Fernaldy ~ who acted like he forgot buy ended up sms-ing me anyway. XD&lt;br /&gt;49. Cvi ~ who is LATE!! XD but thx anyway!! *huuugz*&lt;br /&gt;50. BeTe ~ my dear papa! Thx!! *huugz*&lt;br /&gt;52. Ronald ~ who will always be my partner-in-crime beside Feli! XD&lt;br /&gt;53. Manda ~ who wished me twice, via SMS and Friendster. 8D&lt;br /&gt;54. Dessy ~ who is my junior in BBS&lt;br /&gt;55. Ms. CandyLandy ~ who recently became my Friendster friend because of an annoying person. XD&lt;br /&gt;56. SaKuRa~ who is another Friendster friend of mine. 8D&lt;br /&gt;57. Chisa ~ who is my FI Friend~&lt;br /&gt;58. Gaby ~ who is, of course, Wesley's sister and wished me mistakenly three days ago and wished me again (correctly) today. XD&lt;br /&gt;59. Levina ~ who didn't expect anything at first. XD&lt;br /&gt;60. Ci Lisa ~ not my piano teacher, but my sister's friend. =D&lt;br /&gt;61. Thakeru ~ whom I knew via Friendster and has the same interests with me (a.k.a. rock songs! XD)&lt;br /&gt;62. Ongky ~ my YM friend. 8D&lt;br /&gt;63. Ken ~ via my CBox~! ^^ thx, Ken!&lt;br /&gt;64. Rachan~ via my CBox too~! Thx rachaaaan~! *hugz*&lt;br /&gt;65. Vina-senpai ~ via my CBox as well~ thx, senpai! *huuugz*&lt;br /&gt;66. will anybody fill this space? 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-9211277983087900015?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/9211277983087900015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=9211277983087900015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/9211277983087900015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/9211277983087900015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday~ to me~'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-8678919890447085048</id><published>2008-11-23T19:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:30:21.137+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: Is Feeling ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mood_summery.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/mood_summery.jpg" alt="nao" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mood Icon by ©Sherly&lt;br /&gt;Featuring Nao from alice nine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been quite a while since I last posted here, no? That is, I haven't any events to report here. =) oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, had I ever mention about just how much I HATE people who don't get any nettiquette STUCK into their little heads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all of them, I hate spammers and flooders the most. Like, really really really hate hate hate them all. That's why, whenever somebody invited me into a chatting room conference,. I'll take a look at the participants. If one of them was known to be a junker-mixed-flooder, I'll close the conference immediately. BECAUSE I SIMPLY HATE THEM BECAUSE THEY'RE MAKING MY BROWSER AND INTERNET CONNECTION SO SLOW I FEEL LIKE SMASHING MY COMPUTER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why YOU , yes YOU, I know that you know who you are, WHO JUST LOVE to flood my chatroom, stop doing it before I block you. I can stand junkers, because well, I just do. But no tolerance to flooders. At the very least, a junker will not make my browser go sluggish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then. Spammers. Especially those who are spamming in forum threads and Friendster comments. Like, WTF,I don't give a damn to your Poker Online sites or your Glitterz Birthday Organizer (AND YES I AM POSTING YOUR NAMES HERE BECAUSE I'VE HAD ENOUGH WITH YOU AND YOUR LOADS OF BULLS!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I'd very much like to tell you that I HATE people who sends you useless, bad-mannered kinds of testimonials or comments in Friendster. Because you see, it's dirtying my Friendster profile and it's rude and I count that as a spam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I had told you what's been weighin my mind and I feel a bit better, I'm gonna open a new tab, open One Manga, read 3 series at the same time, publish this and close this tab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-8678919890447085048?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/8678919890447085048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=8678919890447085048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/8678919890447085048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/8678919890447085048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-feeling-mood-icon-by-sherly.html' title=''/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-3889875522148454979</id><published>2008-11-15T22:11:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:43:28.990+07:00</updated><title type='text'>alice nine. meme</title><content type='html'>Found this while I'm looking for a set of alice nine. brushes and decided to put it here. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-content"&gt;    &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you first hear about alice nine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From SHOXX J-Rock videos which a friend of mine, Gianni, lent me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the very first song you ever heard, and your impression of it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Planet. OMGIHEARTTHEM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your first impression of the band?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look so cheerful in the PV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your first impression of Shou?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eee~ kinda hard to explain. But I love it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your first impression of Hiroto?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't differentiate him with Saga. -_-U (but now I can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your first impression of Tora?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, he looks quite cool but then again he's aDORKable! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your first impression of Saga?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't differentiate him with Hiropon. =_=a (but now I can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your first impression of Nao?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enegetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’ve been a fan of alice nine for about how long?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do you like alice nine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music they produce and the members' personality and dorkiness and face! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do any of your friends also like alice nine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of them. Feli, Gigi, Sherlin, Citra, Amanda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What other bands do you like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LM.C, L'Arc~en~Ciel, Nightmare, the GazettE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who’s your favorite member and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them because I simply love them. =P&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s your favorite song and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erh... Haru, Sakura no Koro, Gekkou Yoku, Ruri no Ame, FANTASY, RAINBOWS., Number Six, Shunkashuutou... too much to mention. X_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s your favorite single and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s your favorite song off the album Zekkeishoku?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haru, Sakura no Koro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whose compositions do you like the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s your favorite thing about Shou?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His voice, the lyrics he made, his smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s your favorite thing about Hiroto?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His casual, easy-going personality, his spirit in playing guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s your favorite thing about Tora?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dorkiness XD, his guitar solos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s your favorite thing about Saga?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His voice, his shyness in HEY HEY HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s your favorite thing about Nao?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His energetic plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which member of alice nine do you find the most attractive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which member of alice nine do you find the least attractive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NONE!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which member of alice nine do you most relate to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which member of alice nine do you find to be the most talented?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Shou’s most physically attractive feature?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Hiroto’s most physically attractive feature?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His cute face~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Tora’s most physically attractive feature?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His black hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Saga’s most physically attractive feauture?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, his face? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Nao’s most physically attractive feature?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILE!!! (No, not a L'Arc~en~Ciel album...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you attended an alice nine live? How many?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where was your first alice nine live?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are your impressions of alice nine live?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NNNNNOOOOOOO!! SHOU, DON'T FORCE YOURSEEELFF!! AND TORAAAAA, DO NOT CRRRRYYYYYY!! T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many alice nine CDs (singles, albums, mini albums) do you own?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have any. But I have an original DVD of Alice in Wonderfilm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you own any other alice nine goods? If so, like what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goods~ hm, my Alice in Wonderfilm original DVD, Alice in Pictures copied DVD, SHOXX J-Rock Videos CDs which has alice nine PVs in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you own Alice in Wonder Film?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!! AND IT'S ORIGINAL!! *BEAAAMMMSSS BEEEEAAAMSSS BEEEEAAAMMSS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are there are pinups or posters of alice nine up on your wall?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. Mom wouldn't let me. And it's aaa waaaassstteee!! But I keep Tora's pictures in my wallet. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many alice nine mp3’s do you have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF THEM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What alice nine songs often play on your playlist?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Machine, Haru, Sakura no Koro, Gekkou Yoku, Rainbows, Number Six, FANTASY, Shunkashuutou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s your most cherished alice nine item?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Alice in Wonderfilm Original DVD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What alice nine item do you want the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYTHING!!! Except the DVDs and MP3s I owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s your favorite alice nine style (costumes)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm~ I 'unno. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s your favorite Shou-look (style/costume)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every PVs he's in. I LOVE HIS CLOTHES... *_* and DIVE INTO THE SUN and SHINY SUMMER X'MAS!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s your favorite Hiroto-look (style/costume)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsubasa and Rainbows and DIVE INTO THE SUN and SHINY SUMMER X'MAS!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s your favorite Tora-look (style/costume)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eraser ~Memoire D'Une Fleur~ and DIVE INTO THE SUN and SHINY SUMMER X'MAS!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s your favorite Saga-look (style/costume)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erh. DIVE INTO THE SUN!! AND SHINY SUMMER X'MAS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s your favorite Nao-look (style/costume)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gekkou Yoku and DIVE INTO THE SUN and SHINY SUMMER X'MAS!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please tell us your favourite CD jacket.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Six and Fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you or have your ever cosplayed alice nine? If so, which styles or costumes??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s your favorite alice nine “trademark”?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm~ I dunno. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How often do you visit alice nine’s official homepage?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irregular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think about the official site?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... well, that. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you own an alice nine website? If so what’s the address?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah~&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a member of club ALICE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you written any letters or sent any gifts to alice nine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fan Letter to Tora. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now, if you could give the members a present, what do you think you’d give them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shou: Hmm~ cat food for Chirori! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hiropon:Take Hiropon go eating in Indonesia~! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tora: erh... ah! Champagne glass! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saga: Ergh. Take his dog to meet Miki! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nao: Hiya~ candies? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What alice nine song makes you the happiest?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gekkou Yoku, Rainbows and Haru, Sakura no Koro because of the melody,  Time Machine because of the romantic lyrics and Number Six because of what it was supposed to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What alice nine song makes you the saddest?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shunkashuutou (because it actually kinda tells about graduation  if you know the meanin of the lyrics), Fantasy and Ruri no Ame because of the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are your favorite alice nine lyrics?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haru, Sakura no Koro, Fantasy, Kiseki, Number Six&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What alice nine song best inspires you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gekkou Yoku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What alice nine song do you love to sing along to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Planet, Akatsuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What alice nine song have you been listening to a lot as of late?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gekkou Yoku, Haru, Sakura no Koro, Ruri no Ame, Time Machine, Yuri wa Aoku Saite, Rainbows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which alice nine song do you like to listen to while you drive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t driv. But I do listen to the song I mentioned just on the question before this in the car. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What alice nine song makes you want to get up and move (dance, hop, mosh, break, etc.)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAINBOWS!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What alice nine song would you recommend to someone who is interested in listening to alice nine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gekkou Yoku and Haru, Sakura no Koro and Shunkashuutou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you feel about alice nine’s change over the years musically?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that. I still love them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you feel about alice nine’s change over the years visually?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that. I still love them. =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your most cherished memory of alice nine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first know alice nine, download ALL of their discography in several nights, watched my original Alice in Wonderfilm DVD, get my hands on Alice in Pictures... and still a lot of them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever get an alice nine related tattoo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever named a pet after an alice nine member?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. But I do name my piano with Tora and my laptop with Nao. I should consider buying a cat and name it Tora. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is being an alice nine fan a good thing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! For me, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think there are any bad things about being an alice nine fan?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No except your wallet and your internet bandwidth. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you realize that you were really an alice nine fan?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know that they "clicked" with my taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think about alice nine’s fans?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re mostly nice. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you experienced any kind of influence after becoming an alice nine fan?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! I made a LOT of short stories and fan fictions inspired by their songs and their songs make me feel more cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe alice nine in one word.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colourful&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe Shou in one word.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe Hiroto in one word.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADORKable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe Tora in one word.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe Saga in one word.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe Nao in one word.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UBER CUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could spend one day with Shou, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shopping!! 8D oh, and GAAAMMMEEESSSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could spend one day with Hiroto, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culinary traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could spend one day with Tora, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask him to teach me how to play guitar and ask him to try playing piano.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could spend one day with Saga, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play with his dog and Miki. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could spend one day with Nao, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pllaaaaayyyy!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, which member has the best reflexes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um~ I dunno. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, who is the smartest member?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tora? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, who is the most perverted member?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm~ none?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your third favourite member is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None because all of them are in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What role would you put the following members in? Please give your reason.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Who would you marry -&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Shou or Tora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Who would be your boyfriend/girlfriend -&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Saga&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Who would be your friend -&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hiropon&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Who would be your sibling -&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Shou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Who would be your pet -&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like Givuss?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never heard their songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like Baquepia?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never heard anything. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like Fatima?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never heard their songs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like Delta Ark?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never heard their songs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could meet only one member of alice nine, who would it be and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shou&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you like to say to Shou?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PS Geemuzu wo asobimashou~!" (LET'S PLAY PS GAAAMEESS!!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you like to say to Hiroto?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach me guitar please? 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you like to say to Tora?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon... and teach me guitar please? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you like to say to Saga?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach me bass! And let's play with Miki and your dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you like to say to Nao?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's play! And teach me drums please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you like to say to the managers and staff?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ttthhhaaaankkksss a buuuuunncchhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something you desire of alice nine in the future?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more fun, candid stuff &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And finally, how will you always remember alice nine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first band I fangirled over&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;Source: http://clarissaeriban.wordpress.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-3889875522148454979?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/3889875522148454979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=3889875522148454979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/3889875522148454979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/3889875522148454979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/11/alice-nine-meme.html' title='alice nine. meme'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-1159253323729303236</id><published>2008-11-14T22:06:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:41:16.119+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Aiji-san~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: Is Feeling ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mood_amused-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/mood_amused-1.jpg" alt="mood icon_aiji_LM.C" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood Icon is ©Sherly&lt;br /&gt;Featuring Aiji from LM.C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Happy Birthday to you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Happy Birthday to you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Happy Birthday~ dear~ Aiji~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Happy Birthday to~ you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY AIJI-SAN!! WISH YOU LEAD A HAPPY, PROSPEROUS, LONG AND WONDERFUL LIFE!! 8D WISH YOU GET BETTER AND EVEN BETTER AT GUITAR! 83&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah, since it's Aiji-san's birthday, hence the mood icon. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since it's Aiji's birthday and I had just downloaded GIMMICAL IMPACT, I'll give you the list of the tracks and a short review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIMMICAL☆IMPACT!! (2008/11/05) [Album]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.Rainbow Magic Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;02.CHEMICAL KING-TWOON&lt;br /&gt;03.Bell the CAT&lt;br /&gt;04.Galileo&lt;br /&gt;05.JOKER -my name is-&lt;br /&gt;06.cosmology&lt;br /&gt;07.my girl&lt;br /&gt;08.Sentimental PIGgy Romance&lt;br /&gt;09.Room_C [Interlude]&lt;br /&gt;10.JOHN&lt;br /&gt;11.TABOO&lt;br /&gt;12.Z-MAN&lt;br /&gt;13.LIAR LIAR&lt;br /&gt;14.Love me?&lt;br /&gt;15.88&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Source: japanvisualkei.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Track One: Rainbow Magic Orchestra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an instrumental track, and it is very colourful and magical, just like what the title explains. It reminds me a bit of NO. 9, which is an interlude for Glitter Loud Box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Track Two: Chemical King - TWOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a cheery song, but it kinda remind you of Oh My Juliet... the special points you can take note of while listening to this song is that Aiji sings and Maya plays guitar. So in other words, they both do BOTH the singing AND the guitar. It is no longer Maya sings and Aiji plays guitar but Aiji and Maya, both of them sing and play guitar. ...you got what I mean, right? And if you take look at the PV, it is really nice and colourful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Track Three: Bell the CAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well, to me, it's is kinda cute, though it would still send you some of it rock vibes. It is a carnival-like song, just like what the PV was supposed to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Track Four: Galileo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, it gives you several tidbits of an electrical feeling, just as if you were thrown through the Fourth Dimension. It was as if a spaceship, the song was decorated with Maya's frequent rap and the thick feels of the vast, mysterious space thanks to the plays Aiji and the support members made, especially the guitar and the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Track Five: Joker -my name is-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it gives &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; a pretty much mysterious feeling, just as the title was supposed to explain. To me, it's as if I was thrown into Wonderland. But it also gives you several feelings like you were in the Halloween Town. Though, the music is still colourful and resembles happiness, just as LM.C's trademark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Track Six: Cosmology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quite similar to Galileo, it gives you a space-like atmosphere, though this song might remind you a bit of alice nine.'s "Cosmic World", L'Arc~en~Ciel's "Neo Universe" and even Final Fantasy VII's "Water". Overall, it is a really cyber-like song, yet it is really calming at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Track Seven: My Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a slightly melancholic song, which gives you a slight, beachy feeling. And somehow... it reminds me a bit of Mario Bros' theme. XD And though it is quite short, it may be able to calm you a bit. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Track Eight: Sentimental PIGgy Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a cute song! A really really cute song with a uber-cute PV! This song is one of my favourite and it is really recommended to those of you who like cute things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Track Nine: Room_C [Interlude]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A comment: unique, reminds you of a sneaking-phase's theme song in games. It still serves you some chills and gives you a slight feeling of Halloween though, what with the wolves' howls on the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Track Ten: JOHN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is pretty much a song that is cheerful and colourful at the same time. It makes me feel energetic and it cheers me up, pretty much. This song , so far from what I can comprehend with my limited Japanese, tells you about not giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Track Eleven: TABOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a song which is very rock-tastic and the keyboard gives you a slight feeling of cuteness. Overall, I can't describe this song well but with one word: cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Track Twelve: Z-MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a song that really shows LM.C's rock side and it is one of LM.C's songs I would recommend to those of you who loves headbanging. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Track Thirteen: LIAR LIAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmigosh, I can't say anything too much but that I love this song! It is slightly encouraging,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Track Fourteen: Love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I should decide my favourite song from the whole album, then I would probably choose this song. It kinda reminds me of Sentimental Piggy Romance, and the opening gives a slight of resemblance to "Shikisai" from SuG. But if you listen to it further, it is an entirely new, fresh and original song. It gives a slight touch of melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Track Fifteen: 88&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT ASK ME. I don't have a clue as to why they named it "88", either. But all I could explain is that this song is encouraging and soothing. It gives you an image of a "night sky full of stars", just what the PV is telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overall:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIMMICAL IMPACT is a fresh, unique album and every songs in it gives you the images LM.C want you to feel.  I can tell that this album is yet another brilliant release of LM.C and it is highly likeable. I highly recommend this to those of you who love an entirely different kind of song and to those of you who love An Cafe, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/9130077-1159253323729303236?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/1159253323729303236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=1159253323729303236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1159253323729303236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1159253323729303236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-to-aiji-san.html' title='Happy Birthday to Aiji-san~'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-6719919374615734277</id><published>2008-11-13T16:40:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:59:23.667+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Report~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: Is Feeling ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mood_curious.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/mood_curious.jpg" alt="mood icon_miku_curious" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mood Icon is ©Sherly&lt;br /&gt;Featuring Miku of An Cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are wondering... LM.C's new albums are out already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are Gimmical Impact and Super Glitter Loud Box. Super Glitter Loud Box is a remake of Glitter Loud Box, LM.C's previous mini-album. They are both available to download at http://japanvisualkei.blogspot.com 8D Go download them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I'm in the process of downloading them both... and perhaps if I had finished, I'll post a review on the albums... 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... well... tomorrow is Aiji's birthday! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=23318662_1208854672_468.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/23318662_1208854672_468.jpg" alt="LM.C" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROCK ROCK THE LM.C!! 8D&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/9130077-6719919374615734277?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/6719919374615734277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=6719919374615734277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6719919374615734277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6719919374615734277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/11/report.html' title='Report~'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-2991775548423327509</id><published>2008-11-02T19:35:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:50:01.848+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bulbo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: Is Feeling ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mood_romantic.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/mood_romantic.jpg" alt="mood icon_gackt2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood Icon is ©Sherly&lt;br /&gt;Featuring Gackt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;   :: Is Listening to ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=islisteningto_shou.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/islisteningto_shou.jpg" alt="mood icon_islisteningto_shou" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Haru, Sakura no Koro&lt;br /&gt;by alice nine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln1"&gt;I found a friend on Friendster posted this... I've seen this before, but I didn't paste it anywhere. And since I love this bulletin board, I posted it here. Enjoy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you break her heart - [ the pain NEVER really goes away ]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln2"&gt;When she misses you - [ she's hurting inside ]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln3"&gt;When she says its over - [ she STILL wants you to be hers ]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln4"&gt;When she re-posts this bulletin - [ she wants you to read it ]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln5"&gt;When she walks away from you mad - [ Follow her]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln6"&gt;When she stares at your mouth - [ Kiss her ]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln7"&gt;When she pushes you or hits you - [ Grab her and don’t let go ]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln8"&gt;When she starts cursing at you - [ Kiss her and tell her you love her ]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln9"&gt;When she ignores you - [ Give her your attention]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln10"&gt;When she pulls away - [ Pull her back ]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln11"&gt;When you see her at her worst - [ Tell her she's beautiful ]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln12"&gt;When you see her start crying - [Just hold her and don’t say a word ]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln13"&gt;When you see her walking - [ Sneak up and hug her waist from behind ]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln14"&gt;When she's scared - [ Protect her ]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln15"&gt;When she lays her head on your shoulder - [ Tilt her head up and kiss her ]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln16"&gt;When she steals your favorite hat - [ Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln17"&gt;When she teases you - [ Tease her back and make her laugh ]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln18"&gt;When she doesn’t answer for a long time - [ reassure her that everything is okay ]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln19"&gt;When she looks at you with doubt - [ Back yourself up with the TRUTH]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln20"&gt;When she says that she likes you - [ she really does more than you could understand ]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln21"&gt;When she grabs at your hands - [ Hold hers and play with her fingers ]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln22"&gt;When she bumps into you - [ bump into her back and make her laugh ]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln23"&gt;When she tells you a secret - [ keep it safe and untold ]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln24"&gt;When she looks at you in your eyes - [ don’t look away until she does ]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln25"&gt;- Stay on the phone with her even if she’s not saying anything&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln26"&gt;-DON'T let her have the last word&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln27"&gt;-DON'T call her hot, but gorgeous or beautiful is soo much better&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln28"&gt;- Say you love her more than she could ever love you&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln29"&gt;- Argue that she is the best girl ever&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln30"&gt;- When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln31"&gt;- When she says she's OK don’t believe it, talk with her&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln32"&gt;- because 10 yrs later she'll remember you&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln33"&gt;- Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln34"&gt;- Call her before you sleep and after you wake up&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln35"&gt;- Treat her like she's all that matters to you&lt;/div&gt; 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&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln38"&gt;- Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think its stupid&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln39"&gt;- Give her the world&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln39');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln40"&gt;- Let her wear your clothes&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln41"&gt;- When she's bored and sad, hang out with her&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln42"&gt;- Let her know she's important&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln42');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln43"&gt;- Kiss her in the pouring rain&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln43');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln44');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln45"&gt;- When she runs up at you crying, the first thing you say is: "Who's ass am I kicking today baby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic, no? =3 I think it is. 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/9130077-2991775548423327509?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/2991775548423327509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=2991775548423327509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/2991775548423327509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/2991775548423327509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/11/bulbo.html' title='A Bulbo'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-5175590877630835307</id><published>2008-10-31T21:52:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:52:04.906+07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS WHY THEO SHOULDN'T REMIND ME OF COCKROACHES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: Is Feeling ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mood_relaxed.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/mood_relaxed.jpg" alt="mood icon_gackt_relaxed" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mood Icon ©Sherly&lt;br /&gt;Featuring Gackt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a comfortable day where I have little, if any, troubles. But since I have nothing to do and I hate being bored... well, here I am, typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Since I have nothing to do and, in fact, nothing to blog about, bear with me. And feel free to step out from this blog if you're uncomfortable with my vague-ness. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Yeah. TODAY IS HALLOWEEN! TRICK OR TREAT!! ....I know, we don't celebrate it here but I waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaantt tooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!! *cries in a corner*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. Somehow, all THANKS to Theo for reminding me of the HORROR: COCKROACH. No, not that kind of horror you're thinking, because I'm not afraid of cockroaches nor do I hate them that much that I don't want to get near them in 100-meter radius. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Saturday night, about a month ago~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my living room, taking stuffs (I can't remember what) and all of a sudden, I felt something rather weird on my hair. And feeling that, I ran my hand through my hair, but still, the weird thing's not gone yet. So I entered my room and ran my hand through my hair again. And I can't help but SHOXX'd when I saw that... something just flew away from my hair... and... OMG IT LANDS ON MY WINDOW CURTAIN AND IT'S A FUGLY COCKROACH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!! PAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! *runs out from the room* ADA KECOA NEMPLOK DI KEPALA XIAO FEN!!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*screams* Daaaaaaad!!! There's a cockroach on Xiao Fen's hair! &lt;/span&gt;(I call myself with my Chinese name when I'm talking to my parents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad: Hah? Oh, kecoa. Biar ajalah! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What? Oh, cockroach. Just let it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Biarin gimana!!? Nemplok di kepala Xiao Fen tau tadi!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How am I supposed to let it be!!? It just landed on my head!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad: Ah, ga tau ah! *carrying on watching his Chinese TV Drama* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah, I don't know any of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I go !@#&amp;amp;&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;*(()())^%^$%#@$%^%&amp;amp;*^ and my dad's friend, who was paying a visit to out home, used that mosquito electric- racket thingy to slap the cockroach off my window curtain and I killed the cockroach with my ULTIMATE SUPER WEAPON: MY SANDAL. HAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-5175590877630835307?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/5175590877630835307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=5175590877630835307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5175590877630835307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5175590877630835307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-why-theo-shouldnt-remind-me-of.html' title='THIS IS WHY THEO SHOULDN&apos;T REMIND ME OF COCKROACHES'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-6274197438762011412</id><published>2008-10-29T16:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:35:05.258+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Kai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: Is Feeling ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mood_amused.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/mood_amused.jpg" alt="kai" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Featuring Kai from the GazettE&lt;br /&gt;Mood Icon is made by ©Sherly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm late by a day, but I guess it's not too late to post this. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Kai-chan&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Kai-chan&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, cutie Kai-chan&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Kai-chan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. 28 October is the birthday of our dearest leader of the GazettE, Kai!! ^^ Happy Birthday Kai-chan, wish you all the best! Kai-chan, otanjoubi omedetou! Motto ganbatte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think this explains my mood icon)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-6274197438762011412?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/6274197438762011412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=6274197438762011412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6274197438762011412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6274197438762011412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Happy Birthday, Kai!'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-3257680180883390034</id><published>2008-10-25T22:17:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:31:00.172+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to You~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: Is Feeling ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mood_relaxed3_texture_CS.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/mood_relaxed3_texture_CS.jpg" alt="Saga" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mood Icon is made by ©Sherly&lt;br /&gt;Featuring Saga of alice nine.&lt;br /&gt;Texture used is taken from www.celestial-star.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to a friend, whose nickname is Tere. She just turned 18 yesterday and she's going to held a party tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you~&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you~&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday dear Tere~&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. AAARGH, BeTe, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT I GOT ADDICTED TO FACEBOOK'S MAKE A BABY APPLICATION!! ('twas hard to tear myself away from that site!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-3257680180883390034?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/3257680180883390034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=3257680180883390034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/3257680180883390034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/3257680180883390034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='Happy Birthday to You~'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-8371385956541810854</id><published>2008-10-21T20:09:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:01:23.397+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to be Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: Is Feeling ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mood_thoughtful2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/mood_thoughtful2.jpg" alt="takuya,mood icon" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Featuring Takuya of Antic Cafe(Antikku Koohiten)&lt;br /&gt;Mood Icon is ©Sherly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how we easily say things which can, in fact, mean a lot. Often, we would caught ourselves saying "Sorry" when we don't really mean it. And a lot of times, we found the word "I hate you" just slip out of our mouths like that. And then, often, we would regret what we had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And often, I heard a lot of words along the lines of "We're best friends." said by the girls (the snobbish ones who have the heart to backstab their "best friends") of my age. And often, I wonder if they really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, well, this may sound corny, but in fact, when we are best friends with somebody, we don't claim it, right? I mean, like, we know it by ourselves--no words needed. Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, a friend (not so close, but I think we're gonna be closer from now on?) called me, her voice cracking and sobbing. She said something along this lines (pardon my poor memory) " I can't stand it anymore. I had talked with them and they said that I'm this and that. I know that I'm wrong, I do. But I can't stand it anymore, they keep on ignoring me and when I talked it out with them, they told me to go away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I froze at that time. I mean, isn't that terrible? I think something like ignoring your so-called "best friend" rather than talking it out with her just because she did a little mistake is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after she stopped sobbing, the girl asked if she could join my... gang? for lunch tomorrow. Then I answered that, "Why not? Of course you can. I mean, you have the right to choose who're you going to befriend, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why, but I heard her voice cheered up, if not slightly. I still don't know what her former "friends" would do to her--perhaps they'll gang up against her and beat her up or something. But well... I guess those "former friends" are to cowardly to do that (I'm serious) and perhaps they'll just bad-mouth her on her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should say that we should watch our mouths from now on. And the most important thing I want to say is that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T SAY "WE'RE FRIENDS" IF YOU DON'T REALLY MEAN IT&lt;/span&gt;. That'll just hurt more people instead of healing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a couple things for Sam: buat kunci G (that bass key thingie--I forgot the English word for it... -_-U) the C is on 3rd space sisanya tinggal diitung (you get what I mean? XD) and that # means a sharp I guess. Which means you play it half a note higher. That is, if I'm not mistaken.. Sorry if I'm not much of help. I lack at piano theories. 8D ORZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-8371385956541810854?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/8371385956541810854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=8371385956541810854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/8371385956541810854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/8371385956541810854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-to-be-said.html' title='Things to be Said'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-8680586694786427113</id><published>2008-10-15T16:24:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:52:54.376+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post on a Boring Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: Is Feeling ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mood_amused4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/mood_amused4.jpg" alt="Shou" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mood Icon is made by ©Sherly&lt;br /&gt;Featuring Shou of alice nine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had started reading Prince of Tennis AGAIN recently... and Eyeshield 21 too. Of course, though, KHR! is not forgotten. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah. Well, I'd like to say "Good Luck" to all of you who taking AS Level exam. =D may God bless you and you got flying colours in your report card~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YAY. I can wake up late tomorrow, thanks to Bahasa IGCSE!! *cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yeah, useless post. I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-8680586694786427113?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/8680586694786427113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=8680586694786427113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/8680586694786427113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/8680586694786427113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/10/post-on-boring-afternoon.html' title='A Post on a Boring Afternoon'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-1676637559510660258</id><published>2008-10-08T15:08:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:35:01.846+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aah~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;::Is Feeling::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/mood_hyde_motivated.jpg" alt="mood_icon_hyde" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mood icon is © Sherly&lt;br /&gt;featuring: Hyde of L'Arc~en~Ciel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhya~ Damn. I went browsing on some pics yesterday and bumped into this Cosplay Forum... which is bad. Bad because it make me wanna go cosplaaaaaaaayy~~~ TT____TT&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Guess I really have to ask my mom to repair that damned sewing machine and teach me how to sew~ uuuuuhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaand... about school. Yeah. I don't really have the will to talk about this either. *rolls on the floor* uwaah~ it's already Wednesday. I don't wanna go back to schooooool~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(somehow, I'm reminded of alice nine's song, "Time Machine")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Moshimo toki ga, modoru naraba, negaimasuka?"&lt;br /&gt;(If you could, would you turn back time?) ~Time Machine by alice nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. I SO WILL. 8D ROFLMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrrgh... what else should I be talking about... T^T then, well, I'm just gonna fleeee~ awaaaaaa~y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Miki, if only you can read this, I miss you. I MISS YOUUUUUUUU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-1676637559510660258?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/1676637559510660258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=1676637559510660258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1676637559510660258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1676637559510660258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/10/aah.html' title='Aah~'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-357038705247940786</id><published>2008-09-29T17:32:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:32:09.571+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Piece of My Thought</title><content type='html'>Well, another thought had just struck me when I'm browsing the net. I'm not sure, but I THINK that this is triggered by Takuya of An Cafe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's that piece of thought. For the introduction, well, perhaps I should explain as to why Takuya can trigger this thought. You see, when Bou first left An Cafe and Takuya enters An Cafe to play his role as guitarist, Takuya received this huge bunch of cold stares and comments. Well, I'm a newbie in Cafekko, so I can't really say anything about Bou leaving, seeing as I myself had only started to be a Cafekko when Takuya enters. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to topic. I think that if this Takuya guy (and Yuuki) feels down because of that huge bunch of cold stares and comments... I don't think they should. Because, well... I think, just because majority says you're "wrong" doesn't mean that you're "wrong".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get what I mean? Well, here's an example. Say, you're a doctor who thinks that euthanasia isn't right. And then, 80% of this world says that euthanasia is a right thing to do. I don't think you should be all like, "Oh right. They're right. I'm wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. Majority doesn't always win. I mean, like... you have your own thought right? Then, rather than following other people's thoughts, I think you should follow your own. Like... well, people's thoughts and opinions and definitions always varies. And you know what? Even if you feel like you're all alone in this world, you should know that you're not alone. Like, even if YOU think you're the only one who thinks that it's RIGHT, try opening the net and you'll find that there'll be at least one other person who thinks it's RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the point is: no matter what, there'll be at least one other person standing on this earth who think the same as you. AND. Just because other people says "wrong" doesn't mean it's "wrong"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Do you get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and. Yeah. I love Takuya. Period. No more comparing him with Bou. Bou has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt; own style, and Takuya has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt; own style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argue if you wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-357038705247940786?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/357038705247940786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=357038705247940786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/357038705247940786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/357038705247940786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-piece-of-my-thought.html' title='Another Piece of My Thought'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-1755035292206816690</id><published>2008-09-25T20:35:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:55:52.453+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doki Doki Suru~</title><content type='html'>Baaahh... I feel kinda nervous. I mean, yeah, I wasn't supposed to, but well... I can't help it. I'm still nervous. -_-lll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah. I'm gonna perform a piano solo tomorrow, at the afternoon cabaret. -_-lll It's my second performance / concert kind of, and it's the first time since like, a long time ago, which is, I dunno, 2 years? I'm nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I'm gonna do mistakes or even worse, STOP playing right in the middle of the song. That's so foolish. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. Yeah. My turn is just making me half-more-nervous. BECAUSE. I GOT THE &lt;s&gt;LUCKY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt; number ONE. Meaning, THE FIRST TURN. Damn, I'd rather be the Number SIX. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaannnddd... Yeah. Please wish me luck. *ish flee~eeing off to the piano to practice*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-1755035292206816690?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/1755035292206816690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=1755035292206816690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1755035292206816690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1755035292206816690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/09/doki-doki-suru.html' title='Doki Doki Suru~'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-1943118660348066706</id><published>2008-09-20T18:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:54:37.253+07:00</updated><title type='text'>HA! Another ULTIMATE POST! XD</title><content type='html'>My windows just got repaired. and since I placed lots of things under my window (YEAH LOLZ. My room is my holy, comfortable mess! =P), my mom told me to put aside the things or else they're gonna get dirty. So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the window was repaired, I went and put my things back on its place. XP and then, when I rummaged through the things, I found this magazine (Gogirl! vol. 44, September 2008) and found a quiz inside. This is kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The rightest sentence to describe you:&lt;br /&gt;a. I'm a thinker. I see the world in my own way and in a different point of view.&lt;br /&gt;b. I'm lively and bubbly! I love my life.&lt;br /&gt;c. I'm unique, creative and I'm not afraid to show it.&lt;br /&gt;d. I'm a hard rebel. I don't like to be ruled and I don't care about what others say.&lt;br /&gt;e. I'm fun and love to have a good time. Life is a party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Among these songs, your favourites are:&lt;br /&gt;a. Diana Krall, Sergio Mendes, Jamie Cullum, RAN&lt;br /&gt;b. Rihanna, Mariah Carey, Maroon 5, Dewi Sandra&lt;br /&gt;c. Colbie Cailat, Duffy, Amy Winehouse, Weezer&lt;br /&gt;d. The Killers, Blink 182, Angels N Airwaves, Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;e. Timbaland, Gwen Stefani, MIKA, The Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When you turn on the radio, the first thing you do is:&lt;br /&gt;a. Look for a news channel to find out what's happening today.&lt;br /&gt;b. Turn it straight to your favourite channel and listen to the chatters of your mad, yet favourited, hosts duo&lt;br /&gt;c. Look for a channel with a song that fits your mood.&lt;br /&gt;d. Since you can't find any channel with a good range of music, you gave up and turn on your favourite CD instead&lt;br /&gt;e. Look for the channel with the most interesting music, turn up the volume and dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your way of dressing:&lt;br /&gt;a. Clean and preppy&lt;br /&gt;b. Trendy and fashionable&lt;br /&gt;c. Unique and one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;d. I wear whatever I want&lt;br /&gt;e. Sexy and glamour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do You love school?&lt;br /&gt;a. I love school! I can learn a lot of things there.&lt;br /&gt;b. I can meet my friends, chat, laugh and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;c. I don't really like school, since often, there's a gap in the social connections.&lt;br /&gt;d. I don't really like it, studying at school often wears me out and the rules are holding me back.&lt;br /&gt;e. School is okay. It's just another part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your idea of a great night out with friends is:&lt;br /&gt;a. I don't care where the place is, as long as I can chat to my heart's content&lt;br /&gt;b. To the coolest place in town.&lt;br /&gt;c. The only thing matter is that we can have fun together.&lt;br /&gt;d. To a concert or a live music concert.&lt;br /&gt;e. Club hopping, complete with a DJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Every night, before you go to bed, you love listening to:&lt;br /&gt;a. Classical or instrumental&lt;br /&gt;b. Mellow songs from Top 40's Chart&lt;br /&gt;c. Soothing songs&lt;br /&gt;d. Rock oldies&lt;br /&gt;e. Slow soul or R&amp;amp;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Best actor in a movie:&lt;br /&gt;a. Jamie Fox in "Ray"&lt;br /&gt;b. Brad Pitt in "The Ocean's 11, 12 &amp;amp; 13"&lt;br /&gt;c. Johnny Depp in "The Pirates of the Carribean"&lt;br /&gt;d. Heath Ledger in "Dark Knight"&lt;br /&gt;e. Channing Tatum in "Step Up 1"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you're sad, you often:&lt;br /&gt;a. Isolating yourself while writing a blog.&lt;br /&gt;b. Calling a best friend and pour your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;c. Take a walk in order to freshen your mind.&lt;br /&gt;d. Stay silent.&lt;br /&gt;e. Do your hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you believe that music can play a huge role in one's life?&lt;br /&gt;a. Yes. Often, the lyrics makes you think and the melody is relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;b. Yes. Music affects your style and your way of dressing.&lt;br /&gt;c. Yes. There are a lot of music to suit your mood and creativity.&lt;br /&gt;d. Yes. Music can make you feel free.&lt;br /&gt;e. Yes. Music is always a good choice to relieve stress and make you cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________RESULTS____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly A's: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're a Jazz Lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sensitive, emotional and often, you think with your instinct. You love a calm atmosphere. where you don't find any conflict. However, when you're excited or angry, you turned into an energic, expressive person. You lvoe music with a good-quality melody and a good lyric. That's why you love jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly B's: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're a Pop Chick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an easygoing and lively character. You love a dynamic atmosphere and often, you're easily bored. You love new things and easily affected by trend. Therefore, you love the latest pop music. Your taste in pop makes you have a wide knowledge of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly C's: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're an Indie Babe!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an Indie lover, you're unique and you refuse to be a follower. You don't like following mainstream stuffs and often you do everything with your own, different way. That makes you creative as well as an idealist. Sometimes, because of your eccentric personality, you were considered as a weirdo. Hehe, that's why fresh indie music fits your taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly D's: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're a Rocker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Rock lover, you're tough, critical and you have your own principal. You're aware with your  circumference, and when you felt that there's an injustice around you, you're brave enough to give your opinion. No wonder that you're often chosen to be a leader. However, because of your faith to your thoughts, you're often labeled as a rebel. Yeah, that's a characteristic of a real rocker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly E's: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're a Dance Mania!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, this life must be filled with parties and festivals, whether it's by doing something you like, taking a walk or hanging out with your friends. You often think positively and you always find goodness in everything. That's the reason why people love being around you who's always cheery. Life is a party and you can't seem to stop dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my results are C and D (I got the same amount of answer =P) what's yours? XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I didn't make this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Gogirl! vol. 44 September 2008&lt;br /&gt;Translated by: Sherly~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-1943118660348066706?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/1943118660348066706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=1943118660348066706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1943118660348066706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1943118660348066706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/09/ha-another-ultimate-post-xd.html' title='HA! Another ULTIMATE POST! XD'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-7775890725174472566</id><published>2008-09-20T16:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T17:50:58.709+07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Guys Don't Know?</title><content type='html'>Hm, I've decided to cite nigahiga's words. "You guys don't know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah. Of course, I haven't tell you anything. XD *randomness strikes in* Actually, nigahiga's movie (Ryan and Sean's Not So Exciting Adventure) is gonna be released. I dunno, perhaps soon. I'm not an American, but I wish that movie's gonna be shown in Indonesia~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make sure I watch the movie, Ryan and Sean! Congratz! &gt;w&lt;    &lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/cosu_sakito_naitomea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;This GIRL is cosplaying Sakito, the guitarist from the band Nightmare a.k.a. Naitomea&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... this pic isn't mine. I scanned and took it from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gothic &amp;amp; Lolita Bible Summer Edition, Western Edition (meaning it's written in English, though adapted from the Japanese version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small letters in the pink box under the pic says:&lt;br /&gt;Setsuna&lt;br /&gt;Age: 21&lt;br /&gt;Hometown: Iwate&lt;br /&gt;Outfit: Handmade&lt;br /&gt;Necklace: Vivienne Westwood&lt;br /&gt;Today's fashion point: Sakito, guitarist from the band Nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. Well, I made some wallpapers featuring alice nine. Comments and feedback would be nice. And since I'm not used to Photobucket, the images are shown in it's... I dunno, shrunk version? LOL. Please tell me via the tagboard or email if you want the  real version. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/alicenine_wall_shou2_wkanji.jpg&lt;br /&gt;http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/alicenine_wall2.jpg&lt;br /&gt;http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/alicenine_wall.jpg&lt;br /&gt;http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/alicenine_wall_saga.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have another one featuring Shou, but I haven't upload it yet~ I'm gonna make some more soon~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-7775890725174472566?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/7775890725174472566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=7775890725174472566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/7775890725174472566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/7775890725174472566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-guys-dont-know.html' title='You Guys Don&apos;t Know?'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-7547275587581941257</id><published>2008-09-17T22:18:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:15:55.641+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Artists Ever. Do not be OFFENDED!</title><content type='html'>Well, we had done the Best Artists Ever list, now's the time to make the Worst Artist Ever list. 8D and I hope Sammy and Ken and Vina will do their own, since I'm eager to see their versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO OFFENSE, WHETHER IT'S TO THE FANS, THE COMPANY, THE RECORDING PRODUCTION, ANY STAFFS INCLUDED NOR THE ARTISTS THEMSELVES. EVERY PEOPLE HAVE DIFFERENT OPINIONS, SO GROW UP. FLAME ME AND I'M GONNA LITERALLY THROW YOU TO THE SEA OF FLAME. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;-Antique and Juliette (Indonesian bands) THEY ARE COPY MONKEYS FROM JAPANESE BANDS, PEOPLE. OPEN YOUR DAMN EYES.&lt;br /&gt;-J-Rocks. Another copy monkeys. This time, the copy monkeys of L'Arc~en~Ciel&lt;br /&gt;-ANY OTHER INDONESIAN BANDS EXCEPT THOSE WHO SINGS JAPANESE SONGS, LETTO AND ANDRA AND THE BACKBONE.&lt;br /&gt;-Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it. XD I don't really hate any songs, in fact. Just that sometimes they are copycats and the lyrics are too cheesy and sometimes the singers/vocalists are just NOT made for singing. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there it was. 8D Again, don't be offended. I'm just expressing my views. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... and another thing. This is a PV/MV from An Cafe, entitled "Cherry Saku Yuuki". Though I love the song, sometimes it makes me kinda sad and melancholic (LOL) since it tells about graduation and it reminds me that I'm gonna graduate this year. T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmTG-ZbH3Mk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmTG-ZbH3Mk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-7547275587581941257?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/7547275587581941257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=7547275587581941257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/7547275587581941257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/7547275587581941257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/09/worst-artists-ever-do-not-be-offended.html' title='Worst Artists Ever. Do not be OFFENDED!'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-3496839913393075919</id><published>2008-09-15T19:28:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:42:53.140+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I DON'T GET MY MOM</title><content type='html'>I honestly think that I'm gonna get flames for this, but who cares, flame me all you want and I'm not gonna give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, honestly. I DON'T GET WHAT'S INSIDE MY MOM'S HEAD. Seriously. I love her, I truly do. But sometimes she and my dad get really cranky and nuts that they made me really mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, JUST HOW ARE THE ANIME I WATCH GONNA MAKE ME A DRUG-USER, BIPOLAR DISORDER AND STUFF?! That's just plain stupid and crazy. I'm not THAT stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on that hospital for people with mental disorder my mom had just visited. She told me that she saw a guy there who went idiot and crazy and a drug-user because of anime. HAH. Sorry, mom. You got the wrong guy. I'm not THAT DUMB. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this sounds like a petty matter, but this is the truth. Try switching bodies with me and you'll get just how... no offense, CLOSE-MINDED my parents could be. And they are SO inconsistent that sometimes I feel like, HEELLLO?! Can you just make the damn choice?! It's not gonna matter whether eating noodles or rice!!! They change their minds like, every 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you an example. When my sister's gonna graduate from Chemical Engineering, she FORCED me to enter Chemical Engineering. I told her I don't want to and I'd rather take fashion designing. And then she said yes. And THEN, at another minute, she told me that I shouldn't take fashion and should take Chem. Engineering instead. I insisted that I don't want to and we made a deal: I'm gonna take BOTH Fashion Designing and Food Tech. She agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN, just at another day, she heard that her friend's daughter was graduated from IT and got a good-paid job within months. AND, yes, you're correct, SHE FORCED ME AND MY BRO TO TAKE IT. Just how, I don't know, FORCING and INCONSISTENT could she be?!! I mean, okay, I get her point to make my future bright and nice and whatever, but this is my life right? Why should it be me and only me who was forced to do all she wants? I'm not her puppet or something. NO. DON'T GIVE ME THAT SHIT, "She loves you and all she wants is to help you." DO NOT. I don't need any help, because I want to try to make my own way and start everything from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be some bimbo or dumbass or one of those spoiled brats who just need to be the kid of one rich guy and get all the rich guy's things and live happily. NO. I want to start everything from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to be grateful, it's just that I feel like she's totally controlling me, my life. She chose what should I eat, where should I go and EVEN what should I wear and how my hairstyle to be. Sorry, but I'm not your Barbie doll, mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. You can flame me all you want, not like I'm gonna listen or care anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-3496839913393075919?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/3496839913393075919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=3496839913393075919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/3496839913393075919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/3496839913393075919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-get-my-mom.html' title='I DON&apos;T GET MY MOM'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-4084532112907705437</id><published>2008-09-14T14:26:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:10:49.392+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ELLEGARDEN</title><content type='html'>For those of you who likes rock songs, the ones which sounds like Blink 182 or Simple Plan... and perhaps Linkin Park, I recommend you this band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELLEGARDEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That band RAWKZ. Seriously. I mean, come one, not even the ULTIMATE L'Arc~en~Ciel can pronounce the English words in their lyrics that PERFECTLY!! Try listening to their songs (I recommend "Marry Me" or "Firecracker") and you'll get what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda hard to believe that it's actually a JAPANESE singing, since not even Miyavi and L'Arc~en~Ciel or Dir en Grey can pronounce their sings THAT good. Their English sounds a bit like... American English. I love how they pronounce every word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can try listening them on imeem. I had tried to checked if they have ELLEGARDEN's songs there and they do. Happy listening. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-4084532112907705437?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/4084532112907705437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=4084532112907705437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/4084532112907705437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/4084532112907705437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/09/ellegarden.html' title='ELLEGARDEN'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-8108763068004236332</id><published>2008-09-13T17:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:50:32.581+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Lovin It~ (with some rants)</title><content type='html'>Okay. First, I wanna blog about something regarding my music class at school. You see, I've been taking piano for my music class at school. I know that the class is only for those who are GOING to learn how to play, not those who are ABLE to play. But I still get in anyway. I know that my basic skills and techniques are lacking and so I decided to polish it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there's this guy who want to but was unable to get into the class. And then, when he listen to me playing To Zanarkand from FFX and Richard Clayderman's Nostalgy, he asked the teacher how could I get in when he can't. And that (damn) teacher answered that I cheat or something. And that guy who asked said that I acted dumb on the audition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY. I DIDN'T. REALLY. My mistake while guessing as the notes is simply because I PRESS THE NOTE ON THE WRONG OCTAVE. Really. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, HELLO, think. If I didn't cheat, would the (damn) teacher accept me? NO. Beside, I didn't mean to cheat anyway. I was asked to play a song and I don't know what to play. I've heard the rumour saying that if you play hard songs in the audition, the teacher won't accept you. BUT. I PLAYED THE SONG THAT STUCK IN MY MIND AT THAT TIME. And that song just happens to be an easy, second-grade song. No, I'm serious. I was practicing that song over and over again yesterday, because my piano teacher asked me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And beside, the reasons why I "cheated" for that audition are simple. One, I know that it's too risky to take another music instrument. Two, I don't want to waste more money to buy another instrument when I only have another year left. Three, I simply love piano that I don't want to take any other instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--You may skip this part. These are just my rants--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing. If you don't like loking ar a visual-kei band or artist, THEN SIMPLY DON'T LOOK AT IT, STOO-PEED!!! There's this friend, who likes miyavi (a visual-kei artist). And then, she told me that she loves miyavi. And me, being one of the miyavirus-infecteds... I said," Yeah, miyavi ish superhawt!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THEN, she commented," Yeah. But only if he wear a normal guy's outfit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...WTF?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO~!?! IF YOU DON'T LIKE HIM WEARING A "VISUAL-KEI" CLOTHES THEN SIMPLY DON'T LOOK AT THE PICTURE, DUMBASS!! Beside, miyavi is still considered as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one of the most guy-ish guy in the visual-kei world&lt;/span&gt;!!! Well, I don't give a damn if any of you say, like, "EW! If THAT kind of guy is one of the most guy-ish, then what does the most girl-ish looks like?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T GIVE ME ANY OF THAT KIND OF SHIT, DAMMIT. You know what, if you don't like it, then don't be so stupid and simply don't look at it. Miyavi is a guy. A &lt;b&gt;PURE&lt;/b&gt; guy. I'm serious. I mean, no offense, but compare him to Hizaki of Versailles. Or Bou from An Cafe. I love them too, and I do think that they look girl-ish BUT I'm not disgusted or ew-ish or whatever. I love them and that's all matter. Rather, I think their styles are COOL and they are simply DAMN AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because they are open-minded and they have confident. They have their own style and wearing a girl's outfit doesn't mean that they're gay or homo or something. They're just doing it because they think it's cool. And they make money from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, NOOBS, IF YOU CLAIM TO BE A "HUGE FAN OF MIYAVI" THEN YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE A SHORT-MINDED, INCONSIDERATE AND JUST LIKE HIM THE WAY HE IS, IDIOT. A real fan wouldn't say, "I love him, but I don't like the way he dance/act/when he wear a girl's clothes. No. When you're a real fan, you wouldn't give a shit about how he looks or dance or his clothes. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flame me as you wish. I'm not gonna give a fucking damn. Though, I apologize for my cussing, that noob made me damn mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-8108763068004236332?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/8108763068004236332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=8108763068004236332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/8108763068004236332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/8108763068004236332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-lovin-it-with-some-rants.html' title='I&apos;m Lovin It~ (with some rants)'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-7466016949833868489</id><published>2008-09-11T20:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:58:25.958+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indonesia's National Flag</title><content type='html'>Gah. I deleted the former post. It's hurting my eyes. And I bet yours too. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been kinda wondering for like a long time...  if Indonesia's national flag came from Netherlands's national flag which is supposed to be red, white and blue and the Indonesians tore the blue part away and claim the red and white as our flag... WHY CAN'T OUR FLAG BE WHITE AND BLUE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah. Red is cool... but... I dunno. I'm just curious. I mean, why should it be red? Why not blue? Why didn't they tear the red? Why the blue? Yeah. Not important, I know. -_-U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing. And since I can only explain this in Indonesian, I'm gonna write in Indonesian. And since I'm not so comfortable using shortened, SMS words, except if I'm text-messaging, I'm gonna write in lengthened words. ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya, apa seh arti kata "gaul"? Gw kog rasanya seriiing banget denger itu kata. Cuma, rasanya aneh aja, di satu tempat, arti "gaul" itu sering keluar-keluar ke mall... trus, di tempat laen, arti "gaul" malah lebih aneh lagi. Ada juga orang yang nganggep "gaul" itu hura-hura, party, ke mall, wasting money... (that's stupid, I know) Sementara, definisi koko gw soal arti kata "gaul" adalah: GA KAYAK GW. Dengan kata lain, buat dia orang yang "gaul" tuh GA maen game kcuali WE dan FIFA, GA suka anime, GA baca komik selaen Doraemon dan Shinchan, GA suka visual-kei dan lagu-lagu Jepang laennya, dan SEHARUSNYA sukanya sama artis-artis Mandarin, barat sama Indonesia. Jelaslah gw ga terima, secara definisi kita soal "gaul" itu beda2 gitu loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus... pernah, gw baca satu artikel yang di majalah... Trus, artikel ini tuh nunjukkin blog-blog orang yang katanya gokil... terus, di artikel yang nunjukkin blog itu, ada beberapa posting dari satu orang... gw lupa link blog tu orang apa (kalo kebetulan yang punya blog mbaca ini blog, tolong kasi tau ya.. biar gw bisa kasi credit...)... yang gw inget, ada yang begini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertama-tamanya ni orang cerita soal tempat hunting barang-barang vintage. Trus, salah satunya ada Pasar Senen...  Dan yang punya blog cerita ada satu conversation begini dia antara para abang-abang tukang jualan baju...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salah satu abang ngomong gini... "Katanya anak gaul, eh pas digaulin malah nangis!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAH. Kalo gw seh, gw langsung dapet arti "gaul" si abang itu apa. Cuma... yah, well... that's downright creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bayangin deh, kalo lo "digaulin" sama orang yang nganggep arti kata "gaul" begitu. Serem ga? Gw seh, serem. I mean, come on! Gila ga seh, bisa ada orang nganggep arti kata "gaul" itu begitu? Trus sementara arti kata "gaul" lo beda, lo ngaku-ngaku kalo lo gaul dan tiba-tiba tu orang "ngegaulin" lo dalem arti "gaul" dia sendiri. Ew, gw seh ga heran dah tu cewe nangis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I had unleashed my thoughts... I'm gonna go off. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-7466016949833868489?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/7466016949833868489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=7466016949833868489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/7466016949833868489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/7466016949833868489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/09/indonesias-national-flag.html' title='Indonesia&apos;s National Flag'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-8466765918200599661</id><published>2008-09-04T22:51:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:01:54.256+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPod'/><title type='text'>iPod Problems</title><content type='html'>Right now, I feel like throwing my iPod to the floor and bang my own head against the wall. That's because my iPod is acting like a bitch. -_- I'm too... arrrgh!!! I'm too pissed off with my iPod!!! Just what the HELL is WRONG WITH IT?!!! Maybe some of you readers have any ideas as to what is wrong with the iPod? These are the problem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Everytime a song ended, it was supposed to play the NEXT song, right? But, my iPod SKIPS around 3-5 songs AND THEN plays that song. AND IT'S NOT ON SHUFFLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've put the lyrics inside the iPod. At first, like around a few months ago, it DID show the lyrics. But SINCE TWO DAYS AGO UNTIL NOW, only the title appears. The rest of the lyrics were gone with the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. I know that this isn't Apple Service Centre, but I am utterly, devastatedly and totally, wholly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRUSTRATED.&lt;/span&gt; I've tried lots of ways, from re-copying the lyrics, and even resetting the settings. BUT. THAT DAMN iPod IS JUST NOT COMPROMISING WITH ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again (I'm so gonna be Victor Niguel from Trauma Center II -_-U XD), DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I'M SO GONNA GO TO APPLE SERVICE CENTRE. TOMORROW. PERIOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-8466765918200599661?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/8466765918200599661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=8466765918200599661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/8466765918200599661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/8466765918200599661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/09/ipod-problems.html' title='iPod Problems'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-3424274387250814974</id><published>2008-09-03T13:30:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T23:25:28.982+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging in School</title><content type='html'>Okay, this time, I'm blogging at school, with school's computer and using school's internet. And one thing I have to say: THE PLACE I'M IN RIGHT NOW DAMN SUCKS. What with all the vague noise buzzing on my ears, the loud screeching laughs of the girls and the scream of the guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOODNESS. Now I'm at the serene, tranquil silence of my home (not counting my J-Rock songs and my dad's TV's sounds...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... well, in fact I have nothing to blog about, but somehow... the urge to blog struck me all of a sudden. Doh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I just visited Sammy's blog and he asked all bloggers to share about favourite musics and all... I tried to make mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite genres: Rock, Visual-kei, J-Rock, Classical and a little bit of pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite artists and/or composers (this is because I have too much songs that I LOVE):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-Rock and Visual Kei (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; THAT INDONESIAN BAND NAMED "J-ROCKS" WHICH IS AN UTTER COPYCAT OF L'Arc~en~Ciel!!):&lt;br /&gt;- L'Arc~en~Ciel&lt;br /&gt;- alice nine.&lt;br /&gt;- LM.C&lt;br /&gt;- Dir en Grey&lt;br /&gt;- Nightmare a.k.a. Naitomea&lt;br /&gt;- SuG&lt;br /&gt;- Antic Cafe a.k.a. An Cafe a.k.a. Antique Cafe. Any name will do.&lt;br /&gt;- the GazettE&lt;br /&gt;- Acid Black Cherry&lt;br /&gt;- Janne D Arc&lt;br /&gt;- BUMP OF CHICKEN&lt;br /&gt;- eTc (I forgot some... -.-U)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock:&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... not much and I'm not sure if the ones I listed here are rock, either. But I'll try to list them up.&lt;br /&gt;- Sum41&lt;br /&gt;- Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;- Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;- Jerry C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classical:&lt;br /&gt;- Ludwig von Beethoven "Fur Elise" and "Sonate au Claire de Lune"&lt;br /&gt;- Frederic Chopin "Tristesse" and "Nocturne"&lt;br /&gt;- Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart... I forgot the name of the song. I'm gonna look it up again later. ^^U If I'm not mistaken, there's the word "Nicht" in the song... -_-U&lt;br /&gt;- Brahms (I forgot his full name... -.-) "The Hungarian Dance"&lt;br /&gt;- Olivier Toussaint "Nostalgy" and "Ballade Pour Adeline"&lt;br /&gt;- Johann Pachelbel "Canon"&lt;br /&gt;- Scott Joplin "The Entertainer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games and movie soundtracks:&lt;br /&gt;- Kingdom Hearts soundtracks (especially Dearly Beloved and that theme of Hollow Bastion. Ken, we have the same taste, I guess? LOL)&lt;br /&gt;- Tales of the Abyss soundtracks&lt;br /&gt;- Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children soundtracks&lt;br /&gt;- Harry Potter soundtracks&lt;br /&gt;- Final Fantasy X soundtracks (especially To Zanarkand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop:&lt;br /&gt;- Utada Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;- Hamasaki Ayumi&lt;br /&gt;- Vanessa Carlton&lt;br /&gt;- Koda Kumi&lt;br /&gt;- Vertical Horizon&lt;br /&gt;- Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is it for now. My mom's already telling me to go off and to bed. Duh. I HATE school. Period. HA! Okay, I'm shutting up. Like, now. Um, wait. I forgot to tell you that I'm gonna update soon... Okay, sure!! I'm shutting up, now!! No, wait, yeah, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, no more pranks. NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-3424274387250814974?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/3424274387250814974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=3424274387250814974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/3424274387250814974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/3424274387250814974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/09/blogging-in-school.html' title='Blogging in School'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-984797503903316122</id><published>2008-08-28T20:15:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:17:15.633+07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIVE INTO THE SUN</title><content type='html'>Okay, so here I am, busy typing while downloading pics, stories and games... and if you are a fan of alice nine. or just wanna know who they are, go to the right panel of your window, scroll down and click play on that MIRRORBALL song from iMeem. If you like rock songs, then I guess you'll like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog post is going to be about alice nine... and Hawaii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Hawaii? (thay rhymed... no? XD) because of this scanlation of alice nine.'s photobook, DIVE INTO THE SUN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://sakuramiyu.multiply.com/photos/album/93/alice_nine._photograph_collection_vol.1_DIVE_INTO_THE_SUN#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE A GOOD LONG LOOK AT THE SETTING!!! OMFG, they look like they're having so much fun in there. When I received that files of scans from Feli... I stared and was like... HOLY CRAP. I WANNA GO TO HAWAII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a game called "Dreamday Honeymoon" (which is a game in which you have to finds things in a list. Nice, in my opinion.) is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST MAKING IT ALL WORSE.&lt;/span&gt; Because the game is about a couple who went to Hawaii for their honeymoon... and HOLY CRAP AGAIN, THE SETTINGS LOOK NICE. Damn crap. Oh, and as what I had said before, this game is about some kind of seek-and-find game in which you have to find things as listed. If interested in this game, you can download it in: http://www.shockwave.com/gamelanding/dreamdayhoneymoon.jsp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two more games from this series, in the same seek-and-find rule. They are Dreamday Wedding and Dreamday First House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to topic again. When people call Hawaii paradise, I don't think they are joking. Because well, the place DOES look nice. And somehow, I have this idea that when I'm going for honeymoon with my future husband (that is, if I'm getting married. XD) I've decided to go to Hawaii!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not Japan. Because Japan is more like... a city of entertainment or something. And beside, I think Japan is more suitable for teenagers... like around 13 to 20 something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I have to go do my Chemistry homework now. Cya around. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-984797503903316122?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/984797503903316122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=984797503903316122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/984797503903316122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/984797503903316122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/08/dive-into-sun.html' title='DIVE INTO THE SUN'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-4645017040962347643</id><published>2008-08-27T22:52:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:55:25.543+07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK</title><content type='html'>HOLY EFFIN FUDGIN DAMN FUCKING SHITTY CRAP. You know what, CR? Go fuck yourself and die. Keep on licensing my favourite animes. DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CR personnel or owner trying to sue me or complain because I had used their web's name? I DON'T FUCKING CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I believe that you don't even have a single, slight proof that I had mentioned your complete web's URL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY DAMN SHIT CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*excuse my cursing. Too pissed off to say anything else*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-4645017040962347643?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/4645017040962347643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=4645017040962347643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/4645017040962347643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/4645017040962347643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/08/fuck.html' title='FUCK'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-3654800156719083947</id><published>2008-08-27T21:16:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:43:41.753+07:00</updated><title type='text'>When People in Internet Get REALLY CRANKY</title><content type='html'>When people in the internet (especially forums) get REALLY CRANKY, it just REALLY make you want to go find out where he/she lives and SLAP his face... really. And that's happening to me right now. Heck sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so there are these 2 girls (not gonna reveal their usernames since there are some possibilities that they come across this blog since I posted the link in my siggy) who are annoying me through my throat or something. And if you don't get what I mean, I mean that they are REALY REALLY PISSING ME OFF. With capital letters, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I am allowed to do it, I would LOVE to let out a really long string of curses... just LOOK at how annoying they are (too bad I can't post the link or screen shot since I HAD posted this blog's link in that forum and I don't want to offend anyone.) and you'll feel the same as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@#$%^&amp;amp;*()ASDFGHJKL;' COME ON. How can you not tolerate if a double post (meaning that a download link or picture which is already posted is RE-POSTED... or you post two posts in a row) is appearing in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;900 AND MORE PAGES THREAD?!!!&lt;/span&gt; D'oh... it's not like we're there since the thread started!!! BE A BIT CONSIDERATE PLEASE. Especially since you both are 5 years or more older than me. So, which one is an adult and which one is the KID?!! Use your brain pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'm gonna stop ranting. In fact, the actual purpose of this post is that I just got Speedy installed in my computer, meaning that I'll be online often from now on... I guess. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I'm too busy downloading things right now, so I'll see you all readers around! *waves*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-3654800156719083947?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/3654800156719083947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=3654800156719083947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/3654800156719083947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/3654800156719083947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-people-in-internet-get-really.html' title='When People in Internet Get REALLY CRANKY'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-732664719549946617</id><published>2008-08-11T23:13:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:29:18.319+07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY EFFIN' FUDGIN' CRAP</title><content type='html'>CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CRAP. HOLY CRAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO NOT gonna open alice nine. members' official blog again... one reason: THE MORE I STARE AND THE PICTURES THEY HAD POSTED,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE MORE I FEEL LIKE PACKING MY THINGS AND GO OFF TO JAPAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to ask GOD at times... "God, why can't you make my family and I born in Japan? Or maybe, we move from Indonesia to Japan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, for those of you who doesn't believe me, WITHOUT ALL THE MALLS, INTERNET AND ANY ENTERTAINMENTS (which, for me, mainly come from Japan) INDONESIA IS LIKE... NOTHING--compared to Japan, that is. Well, at least for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, miyavi's blog DOES make me want to go for a vacation to Japan too, but since his official myspace blog was written in FLUENT english (YEAH, HE IS FLUENT IN ENGLISH, ALRIGHT?!) and that's what I usually read from his blog, it doesn't mind me much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... WHAT'S THIS?!!! ALICE NINE'S MEMBERS' BLOGS ARE ALL WRITTEN IN JAPANESE IN A JAPANESE BLOG HOSTING SITE!!! And I'm not fluent in Japanese. I can only speak a few sentences... Well, not exactly a 'few', but compared to other people I met at the forum I usually play around in, my Japanese is like... chicken feet. LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's leave that going-to-Japan topic aside (though I believe Sammy will agree with me since he loves sushi so much... right Sammy?) and let's talk about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3rd sister had just gotten back from Vancouver for a one-month vacation, which she's gonna spend with us in here, Indonesia. And then, she managed to tell me some stories about Miki, the black puppy. There's this moment when Jared (my sister's boyfriend) ride a car with my sister and Miki inside, along with him and my sister claimed that Miki pray like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God, Miki hasn't meet Ms. Right yet... although Miki can't have puppies anymore, Miki still want to meet Ms. Right... So, God, please let mommy and Miki survive..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!!! XDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY. CAN YOU IMAGINE MIKI TALKING LIKE THAT?!!! ....I can and that made me burst into laughter.... XD and imagining Jared's face make me laugh even harder.... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I've got to go now... so, last question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna change my Friendster layout background... but... anybody has any idea as to what I'm gonna use for the background?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-732664719549946617?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/732664719549946617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=732664719549946617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/732664719549946617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/732664719549946617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/08/holy-effin-fudgin-crap.html' title='HOLY EFFIN&apos; FUDGIN&apos; CRAP'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-6370697361911975293</id><published>2008-08-11T21:32:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:42:47.601+07:00</updated><title type='text'>DROP. DEAD. BORED.</title><content type='html'>Now, the only thing I want to do right now is wail and scream, "WHY SHOULD I HAVE THIS KIND OF... OF... SUPER DUPER SLOW INTERNET CONNECTION?!!! WHEN WILL MY SPEEDY CONNECTION COMEEEEE?!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn this internet, I can't do anything much with it. Yeah, really. I have to wait for, like, approximately an hour just for buffering a 5-minute video. THAT SUCKS, BELIEVE ME. Yeah well, speaking about the slow internet connection in Indonesia... that's just totally hopeless. I really have to ask my mum to invest in a faster internet connection cuz with THIS kind of internet, I am SOOO going crazy. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the days when I was in Vancouver with a really fast internet, when I can download loads and loads of songs and stuffs... and... nah, I'm not gonna forget him. &lt;strong&gt;MIKI!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Gosh, I miss that little fluffy cute naughty active black fur so much... MIKIIIIIII!!! *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I'm being vague here. But this idiotic internet connection just stress me out and in a way managed to screw my brain, which, by the way, is already screwed thanks to my madness and the schoolworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shutting up. Like, now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-6370697361911975293?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/6370697361911975293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=6370697361911975293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6370697361911975293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6370697361911975293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/08/drop-dead-bored.html' title='DROP. DEAD. BORED.'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-4369984424606057187</id><published>2008-08-10T12:46:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:49:42.080+07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Getting Boring</title><content type='html'>Oooookkaaaayy... I'm bored with my Friendster Profile background... really, even if I'm the one who made that BG... but... really, I'm SUPER BORED OF IT. 'Cuz I've been using it for quite some time, like, around a year. I'm SO gonna change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL I USE FOR THE BACKGROUND PICTURE?!!!!! SOMEBODY, GIMME AN IDEA!!! T^T *sob sob sob*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-4369984424606057187?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/4369984424606057187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=4369984424606057187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/4369984424606057187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/4369984424606057187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-getting-boring.html' title='This is Getting Boring'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-3169419226704039258</id><published>2008-08-02T21:53:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:20:59.485+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Really Questionable Question...</title><content type='html'>Okay... I've really been wanting to ask this question since like a looooong time ago. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you call these guys "looks like a girl"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=LMC-LIARLIAR_0001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Maya_Liarliar" src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/LMC-LIARLIAR_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Maaya-tan.. AGAIN! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=517.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="arisu" src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (alice nine.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, I really have to question your definition of "a man-looking man"... BECAUSE THEY LOOK TOTALLY GUYS TO ME. Yeah, totally. You haven't seen Hizaki, have you? Or maybe Ryohei of Megamasso? Or perhaps Bou, the former guitarist from Antic Cafe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE NOTHING COMPARED TO THIS, no offense. I love the &lt;strong&gt;MEN&lt;/strong&gt; I just mentioned above, they really are adorable... and skillful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, especially those Indonesians and some Westerns who aren't familiar with visual-kei out there... I want to ask this to you all, that is, if you read this, &lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR CLEAR, SOLID DEFINITION FOR A "MANLY-LOOKING MAN"??!!&lt;/strong&gt; A guy who brings his dumbell everywhere?! 'Cuz I really don't get it. You think that a real man have to cut their hair short? Well, you see, alice nine. members have short hairs, Miyavi too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, a real man have to be muscular and all? Saga from alice nine. IS muscular... and Reita from the GazettE, and numerous others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, SPEAK YOUR MIND. Write your thoughts on my tagboard...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-3169419226704039258?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/3169419226704039258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=3169419226704039258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/3169419226704039258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/3169419226704039258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/08/really-questionable-question.html' title='A Really Questionable Question...'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-7995212726384476906</id><published>2008-07-31T20:40:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T20:49:24.778+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back After Some Time...</title><content type='html'>Baaah... finally, I managed to get online, what with this patience-testing connection of an internet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special happened to me today, in fact. It's just that I feel the need and urge to post and say some things to my admired J-Rockers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NAO-SAN TO MAAYA-TAN, OTANJOUBI OMEDETOU!! Konnen mo ganbatte kudasai nee! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ah well... Thank God that I opened my "J-Rock Data Book" this morning, or else I'll completely forget and I'll regret that like HELL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-7995212726384476906?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/7995212726384476906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=7995212726384476906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/7995212726384476906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/7995212726384476906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-after-some-time.html' title='Back After Some Time...'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-8301638143170822328</id><published>2008-07-12T16:05:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T16:26:25.806+07:00</updated><title type='text'>L Change the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING: SPOILER ALERT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVIE REVIEW: L Change the World&lt;br /&gt;Alternative title: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     L, 最期の23日間 / The Last 23 Days of L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I had just finished watching "L Change the World", yeah that dorama adapted from Death Note anime. And as one of those huge L fans, I decided to make a movie review about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L Change the World is actually a dorama which is also an adaptation of Death Note anime, and was also considered as the 3rd dorama after Death Note and Death Note 2: the Last Name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I had to admit that this movie is really good. By far, this is the only movie that moved me into tears... which not even 1 Litre of Tears or Endless Love can do... ahaha~... strange huh. I must sound like I'm exaggerating here, but really, I'm serious, if you are a big fan of Death Note and is one of those L fans, try watching the movie and let's see if &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you'll&lt;/span&gt; cry after watching this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what the title says, L Change the World is a movie based on L's perspective, just right before he caught Kira / Yagami Light and the... abominable murderer (I refuse to say his name again. XD) was killed by his own shinigami, Ryuk (what a tragic death... and young as well...) L wrote his own name in the Death Note... in this context (this is from the subtitle, so I'm not quite sure if this is correct...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L Lawliet, will die quietly because of heart attack in the range of 23 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't really understand what does he mean, it means that after 23 days he wrote his own name in the Death Note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna spoil anything else, so... well, yeah, watch it yourself. This movie also tells how L met Near, anyway... and from where did the name "Near" came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this movie is 9.8/10. Only one thing that I don't really fond of this movie, that is, the enemy's thoughts are really really DUMB. Yeah, as dumb as a hippo... -_-U And that means, like, really really really dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try watching and let's see what you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who wish to watch this movie... go here: http://www.mysoju.com/death-note-l-change-the-world/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-8301638143170822328?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/8301638143170822328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=8301638143170822328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/8301638143170822328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/8301638143170822328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/07/l-change-world.html' title='L Change the World'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-1515574276364335955</id><published>2008-07-11T13:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T13:51:10.788+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Pictures...</title><content type='html'>Aaandd... I post another entry. XD this time it's gonna be pictures... I made three others today, and I decided to put them on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=upforsomerock_ver1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/upforsomerock_ver1.jpg" alt="rock_ready1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=upforsomerock_ver2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/upforsomerock_ver2.jpg" alt="rock_ready2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a different version from the other one above...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=saythattomyface_BITCH.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/saythattomyface_BITCH.gif" alt="animation" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MADE THEM ALL BY MYSELF. SO IF YOU ARE GOING TO POST THEM ON A PUBLIC PROPERTY, PLEASE GIVE THEM A PROPER CREDIT. ©SHERLY, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-1515574276364335955?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/1515574276364335955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=1515574276364335955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1515574276364335955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1515574276364335955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-pictures.html' title='Another Pictures...'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-6692639100468864691</id><published>2008-07-09T06:54:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T08:24:45.569+07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You Love a Celebrity When...</title><content type='html'>Yay, I finally painted my nails black! =D ahem. *clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, that's not the point as to why did I wrote this entry... this is the REAL THING~ aveda kedavr-- er, I mean, abracadabra! *woosh,  poof!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here it comes~ (this is just a thought that struck my head when I'm real bored... XD) DUN DUN DUN DUN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know you ABSOLUTELY LOVE a singer/band/anime, manga &amp;amp; game characters when...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You ran around the town just to look for something that looks similar to what they wear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  You went to a sharing or downloading site or making a trip into every CD shop exists in the town just to collect the complete discography of that band... or DVDs of the anime/game they are in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You made an account on Friendster, Facebook, forums or MySpace just so that you can meet somebody who share the same interest with you, or maybe even the singer itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You use their names as spells just right before you're taking an exam at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You have NEARLY all their photos and pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  You get all sulky and sullen just whenever somebody insulted your favorite band. Like, "EW! HOW can you like him?! He's totally gay!!" (happens to me a lot of times. Oh well, it's the risk anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You started going around a forum or a bulletin board just to share pictures and information about your favorite band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You make fanfictions about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You listen to their songs or soundtracks a hella lot BUNCH of times per day. (ME!! XD TOTALLY ME!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You just knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha... I'm so bored, can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: FOR ANYBODY ELSE WHO SAYS," You shouldn't like J-Rock, visual-kei or oshare-kei or whatever it's called, cuz they are all GAY!! AND THEY ONLY SELLS FACE!!" I'M SO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SORRY&lt;/span&gt;, BUT I DON'T CARE. I LOVE THEM AND THAT'S ALL MATTERS TO ME. AND IF I LIKE THEM JUST BECAUSE OF THEIR FACES, I WOULDN'T BUY THEIR DAMN CDs AND WASTE MY MONEY TO BUY THE FREAKIN' CDs OR WASTE MY TIME TO DOWNLOAD THE SONGS!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GET REAL, DIFFERENT PEOPLE, DIFFERENT INTERESTS, DIFFERENT WAYS OF THINKING. &lt;/span&gt;And by the way... who cares if you don't like them? Just go and listen to your own favorite songs, we'll listen to our own.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-6692639100468864691?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/6692639100468864691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=6692639100468864691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6692639100468864691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6692639100468864691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-know-you-love-celebrity-when.html' title='You Know You Love a Celebrity When...'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-593702337761075440</id><published>2008-07-06T16:24:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T17:23:56.421+07:00</updated><title type='text'>DROP. DEAD. TIRED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is currently listening to: Boys &amp;amp; Girls by LM.C&lt;br /&gt;Mood: tired, sleepy, pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, for everybody who's trying to piss me off, I'm gonna tell you now, you better not do or attempt anything that'll make me pissed even more than this. Really. That is, if you don't want to find yourself beaten up and bruised right after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because I'm really, really, really tired. I can't sleep yesterday night, and I can't sleep tonight, either. I'm sleepy, but I can't sleep. So, here I am, typing madly at 2:23 AM on my blog just so that I can find something to ease my boredom and so that I can go sleep after. But the thing is... my brain and mind is really really really EMPTY right now, and I can't think of anything else but the story... fanfiction thingie I'm working on and yet I still force myself to post, because I know I want to... and I just have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I may be rambling here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY get to know how to rip videos (a.k.a. downloading) from YouTube, that is, using a website called keepvid.com. And I managed to download most of the movies I would like to download, except 5 of them (the total is around... like, I dunno, 10?)... I don't know the cause, but I don't think it's the bandwidth, since my sisters' bandwidth is really really big (80 gigabytes!!! Yay!)... so the only possibilities are either the server is cracked, or the browser is simply error. Either way... I HATE IT. Oh well... can't help it. Guess I must download them tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, to make it even worse, my mouse is being such a b*tch today and won't stop turning off, which means that I have to turn it on again and again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to go now, I think. I have another bunch of things to be checked, another bunch of things to write and another bunch of things to download, and another bunch of things to draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, try to listen to the songs I put up here in my blog people. It's just down there under the "Rock My World" banner... thx for reading, anyway~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-593702337761075440?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/593702337761075440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=593702337761075440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/593702337761075440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/593702337761075440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/07/drop-dead-tired.html' title='DROP. DEAD. TIRED.'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-1332437821149516375</id><published>2008-07-05T14:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T05:45:00.577+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Well...</title><content type='html'>Okay... I don't have anything to say but "CRAP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, crap. Crap because I forgot to bring my camera when I went to the night market yesterday, crap because I can't took a photo and crap because I can't fulfill my promise. Crap. Oh well, anyway, my sister and I are going to go again today, or maybe tomorrow. Or else, I'm just gonna ask my sister to take a bunch of picture so that I can post them here. The night market at night, when it's really dark, really looks beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... for now, let me just describe the situation there for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of tents and stalls, around 70-80% of them are food stalls... can you imagine the smells of yummy food everywhere? Yeah, that's nice. And it'll be a little bit more nicer if I can make you hungry by now. LOLZ. Carrying on, there are a lot of food varieties, such as Indonesian barbecue-roasted corn-on-the-cobs, fried bananas, shaved ice, takoyaki, dim sum, waffles, Dragon Beard candy, pop corn, cotton candy and... stuffs. There are too much of them I can't remember... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the other stalls, there are clothes stalls, CD stalls, stationeries stalls, and even electronic stalls. When it's night, but the sky isn't dark yet (since it's summer, and when it's summer the sun shines longer. The sky's starting to get dark when it's around 8 or something.), it's not really visible, but when the sky really is dark and you're driving on the highway, you can see all the lamps shining. And well... it's a nice view, or at least, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and shall I mention that the barbecue-roasted corn-on-the-cob tastes real nice? LOL!! The fried bananas as well. For those of you who never tasted a fried banana before, let me explain. It's a banana, covered with flour and fried. On top of the fried banana, there are condensed milk and chocolate shavings. Sounds yummy enough? Now all you have to do is try it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaanndd... well, the other things sold there were also nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ooookay... I sound like a door-to-door salesman here,  or maybe a promoter. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-1332437821149516375?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/1332437821149516375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=1332437821149516375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1332437821149516375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1332437821149516375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-well.html' title='Oh, Well...'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-5121802530843999147</id><published>2008-07-02T10:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T11:17:36.803+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream = LOVE</title><content type='html'>Today is July 1st here in Canada, right when I'm posting this. And since it's Canada Day and it's a national holiday, my sisters and I went outside to go eat and shop. First, we went to get our brunch in Aki Sushi. As you can see from it's name, it's a Japanese restaurant, but is not limited to serving sushi. We ordered several dishes there, one of them being my main course: tenzaru soba. It's a soba noodle with tempura. God, IT TASTED SO NICE. If my stomach can fit, I'm sure I'll order some more. Ahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next stop is a clothing shop (I forgot the name, but if I'm not mistaken, the name's Plenty), but we didn't buy any outfit since the price's kinda expensive, and there's nothing we particularly like. And then, we went to a gelato shop, Mondo. At first I want to buy a chocolate ice cream, but decided not to and we went again to another clothing shop, Sakura. In Sakura, the case is the same as Plenty, we didn't buy anything in particular and ended up window-shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last stop is an ice cream parlor, which has 218 flavors in store. Yeah, that's a hell lot of flavors. They even sell the garlic flavor and curry flavor! (EW. Garlic?!) I ended up buying the Orange Crush flavor and Strawberry Daiquiri. They both tasted nice, especially in this kind of weather (a real scorching hot summer). The Orange Crush taste just like orange juice while the Strawberry Daiquiri... well, strawberry. But for those who know, you're correct, Strawberry Daiquiri is a name of a cocktail. The ice cream parlor sells the Amaretto flavored ice cream as well (yet another cocktail-flavored ice cream! LOL!) but it doesn't taste as nice as the Strawberry Daiquiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uwaa~ I ate kinda much today. Hehe~ Onaka ga ippai~! &gt;w&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-5121802530843999147?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/5121802530843999147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=5121802530843999147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5121802530843999147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5121802530843999147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/07/ice-cream-love.html' title='Ice Cream = LOVE'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-6926341292258625767</id><published>2008-06-30T13:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T14:47:23.310+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE Michaels and Summer Night Market!</title><content type='html'>Yay~ Today, I finally went to the Michaels. It really is an incredible store, that is, if you're an artist or art lover or you just love to decorate, stitch or make a scrapbook. It sells almost EVERY ART SUPPLIES EXIST IN THE EARTH, that is, except laces, which I'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we found some Do It Yourself necklace making kits, including pendants, chains and stuffs. I made some for myself... and here are the pictures~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/2003.jpg" alt="necklace_1_2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Necklace 1... the pendants are kingdom-like, with the crown, shield and symbol pendant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/2004.jpg" alt="necklace_2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Necklace two. The pendants are abstract, flowery-like. As you can see, it was shaped with a lot of hearts, forming a flower-like pendant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the summer night market tonight as well. But we didn't take too much pictures and we went home real soon, since it was late already and my puppy hasn't eaten. We're going again next week, so just stay tuned if you want to see some pictures of the night market~...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-6926341292258625767?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/6926341292258625767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=6926341292258625767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6926341292258625767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6926341292258625767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-michaels-and-summer-night-market.html' title='I LOVE Michaels and Summer Night Market!'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-797883374220460909</id><published>2008-06-29T09:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T09:40:26.891+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch, It Hurts Like HELL</title><content type='html'>Okay, lame title, I know. I don't give a damn, though. It's starting to get as hot as Jakarta here in Vancouver, and it really is scorching hot, with my sisters' apartment's floors are covered with carpets. And what worse is that my head hurts like hell ever since I woke up this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going somewhere, as I'm drop dead bored here in the house. But since it really is scorching hot, my sister and I rather not to go. Beside, my sister's who's going to go swimming with me, is taking an online quiz right now, so we have to wait until she finish, and go to the pool right after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, seriously. I HATE SUMMER. If the summer is going to make my head throbs like this everyday, I seriously hate summer. I hate headaches. And if summer is threatening to give me couples of throbbing headaches, I really hate summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pity my puppy, Miki, who's feeling hot right now, since he has such a thick, black fur. Right now, as you can see on the time, is 7:21 PM in Canada, and yet it still looks (and feels) like it's only 3 PM. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to go to either the arcade, the game center, HMV or the Michael's. For those of you who doesn't know, HMV is a CD shop and the Michael's is an art &amp;amp; craft supplies shop. I really need to buy some lace and turn it into a pair of wristbands... or a headpiece. I really need to improve my sewing skills and I also need to buy a sewing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for SHOXX volume 186 to come out here, I NEED THEM REAL BADLY. And I know I'm ranting here, so I'll just shut up... for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: For fragrance lovers, I suggest you all try Crabtree &amp;amp; Evelyn's Nantucket. It smells really nice... for me, at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-797883374220460909?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/797883374220460909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=797883374220460909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/797883374220460909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/797883374220460909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/06/ouch-it-hurts-like-hell.html' title='Ouch, It Hurts Like HELL'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-4518559920982919221</id><published>2008-06-27T14:32:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:59:46.307+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confuzzled</title><content type='html'>Okay. So, somebody, tell me. What is the purpose of a television channel? Right, for us to watch. And what was supposed to be the goals of the owners of the television channels? To earn a lot of profits and to meet the watchers' or consumers' wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tell me, WHY IS THE TELEVISION CHANNEL IN INDONESIA DOESN'T BOTHER TO MEET THE CONSUMERS' WANTS? Oh yes, this is my blog and I'm so free to flame anybody. I never even mention the name of the TV station anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a member of a forum or discussion board. And then, I entered a discussion board about airing anime movies in Indonesia. And then, I protested inside there: Why should you use dubbers? Why can't you just put subtitles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's most infuriating is: the TV station person answered that he's confused because when the station aired the movies, there are a bunch of people opposing about the dubbers, but when they didn't air them, another group of people protested. "If it was about the dubbers, it's about you guys' taste. If you don't like it, then it's simple, don't watch. Just watch the DVDs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY! WE DIDN'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING ABOUT NOT WANTING TO WATCH!! It's just that, why can't you just put the damn subtitles up, for heaven's sake?! That way, the originality of the voice will be kept!! And that's much nicer than hearing a voice that doesn't even fit the character!! Example: can you imagine a rough, strong male character's voice changed into a cute, female voice?! For me, only one word appeared: EW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the "5 Things I Hate From Watching Anime in Indonesian TV Channels"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Does the chooser for the dubbers even has an EAR? Can you choose dubbers that will fit the character better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Man, you said you all don't want all Indonesian children to watch and learn from something bad that will harm their minds. THEN WHY CAN'T YOU PUT A CORRECT RATING FOR THE BLOOD-FILLED ANIME SUCH AS BLEACH AND NARUTO?! Those two anime were clearly for13 to 15 years and above, for heaven's sake!! And do you even know that the watchers are a bunch of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 to 10 year old CHILDREN?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you really want to educate the children watching, PUT THE SUBTITLES, DAMMIT. That way, they can learn to read. There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hey, we didn't even say we don't wanna watch them. WE DO. We'd prefer to watch them in the TV rather than buying DVDs (except if we're gonna watch them over and over again or collect them). BUT CAN YOU PLEASE CHOOSE A BETTER DUBBER?! Ya know what, dude? You're pointing out a baseless argument. You don't even have any evidence that we said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. SUBTITLES AND RATING AND DUBBERS. Make sure you get them all satisfactory before showing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you all readers agree with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-4518559920982919221?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/4518559920982919221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=4518559920982919221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/4518559920982919221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/4518559920982919221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/06/confuzzled.html' title='Confuzzled'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-8006909636274364124</id><published>2008-06-26T13:10:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T13:57:47.868+07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Entry For Myself Who Often Feels Down</title><content type='html'>Indeed, there were times when we feel down. Like we are inferior to other people, feeling left out or like everything had gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I've never felt that before. Even if I keep on smiling, even if I said that I'm fine and not to be worried, there are a lot of times when I felt down, when I felt like I can't do anything correctly, when I felt like my existence is just another "extra burden" to my family, friends and the world, when I felt like I hate myself and no matter what can I do, there will always be somebody who could've done much much better than I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, I feel like breaking down and cry. I feel like I want to scream so badly, and show the world that I exist. I feel like stopping to try and say," You know what? Who cares." A lot of times, I felt hurt,envious, jealous and down so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... perhaps I know now what to do whenever I feel down, or lonely. I'll go listen a music, I'll go play, I'll read, I'll write. But what really works is that I go to my family and friends and have fun with them. That's just how I survive until now. That's just how I survive from feeling down and stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because my family and friends are there, I continue to try. It's because my sisters keep on supporting me, that I didn't break down. It's because I know my brother will be there for me if somebody teases me. It's because my parents will be there to ease my feelings of loneliness, even if they are busy, they will find a time to spend with me. It's because my best friends tell me that I can do it. That's just how much they mean to me. That's just how much you mean to me, my precious people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-8006909636274364124?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/8006909636274364124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=8006909636274364124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/8006909636274364124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/8006909636274364124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/06/entry-for-myself-who-often-feels-down.html' title='An Entry For Myself Who Often Feels Down'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-6567024197523381197</id><published>2008-06-23T09:53:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T13:59:17.971+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in Vancouver</title><content type='html'>Okay, now, I'm gonna post about Vancouver... again. It's summer, and summer was supposed to be hot right? Or else people won't be able to go to the beach in summer... Lol! But, in Vancouver, it's a different case. Sure, in Toronto, the temperature is around... 35 degree Celsius. But in Vancouver, the temperature's around 15-25 degree Celsius!! Can you imagine that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, heeeeellllooo?! Vancouver, tell me, is this spring, summer, autumn or WHAT?! 15 degree in SUMMER?! This is so. Not. Right. At all. Geeh... At times the weather feels nice and cool, but not cold .Yet on the next second, the weather was all like... freezing. Imagine, you have to walk around the town wearing a jacket, a trench coat or even a WINTER coat in SUMMER?! Yeah, nice. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, aside from the report about Vancouver I wrote on this blog earlier (check the October or November archives), I must admit, there are some more awesome things in here, especially for a Japan-aholics like me. That is, there are a lot of people from, like, around the world gathering here, and thus, you can practice your languages skills, like Japanese, Italian or even Latin. Cool, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... the thing is, if you're one of those J-Rock fan, or J-Fan, or even a Gothic Lolita, Punk Lolita, Visual-Kei, Oshare Kei or Lolita wearer... yeah, you guessed it. People stares at you like hell with this weird stares (I know because I once wear my Gothic Lolita dress here and almost all people were like," What the heck is this girl wearing?"). Yeah, that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, well, even if you can read manga and watch anime online here (with such an ultra-high-speed internet.), the anime and manga are... kinda... um, no offense, but, old. I mean, Katekyo Hitman Reborn had only reached volume 8 here, when the real one is already in the volume... what, 14? I dunno, but It's waaay more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, can't say that Indonesia's better though. D.Gray-Man hasn't even come out yet. Let alone Reborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annndd.. well, even if Vancouver's real cold or whatever, as one of the Japanaholics, I shall say I love Vancouver. Why, it's because they have Shoxx Hard Rock and Visual Magazine here... As well as the Gothic &amp;amp; Lolita Bible (ENGLISH VERSION!! VANCOUVER, AMERICA AND TOKYOPOP, I LOVE YOU!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if you ask me how's New York (I went there 2 weeks ago)... I shall answer," CROWDED. TRAFFIC JAM EVERYWHERE. AND IT'S ALMOST LIKE INDONESIA, ONLY BETTER."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Ooo, anyway. I have to go... so yeah. See ya again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-6567024197523381197?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/6567024197523381197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=6567024197523381197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6567024197523381197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6567024197523381197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-in-vancouver.html' title='A Day in Vancouver'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-9004858384257378737</id><published>2008-06-21T14:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T15:04:07.123+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marble-s, English Meaning</title><content type='html'>Hmm. What should I talk about, now? Well, I don't wanna exhaust my brain to think about something right now, I'm preparing it for a battle with... dun dun dun dun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACE ATTORNEY SERIES, NO. 4: APOLLO JUSTICE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol!! XD!! Anyway, for those of you who like the song I put on my blog here (it's on the panel on the right side of your window...), I'll just put up the meaning  of the lyric. The song itself is really nice, I strongly suggest you all to try listening to it... And... here goes. Marble-s by LM.C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       We run, chasing after the place of that vapor trail&lt;br /&gt;How far can we go in this way?&lt;br /&gt;Although there is no decision made&lt;br /&gt;Searching for something is not enough&lt;br /&gt;What if we realize what we should be searching for? Without knowing, the day comes to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you compare this world to a great marble&lt;br /&gt;Being anywhere, doing anything 'Cause it keeps on rolling, huh. Giving us a ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again today, for some reason if one day ends, tomorrow turns into today&lt;br /&gt;Without reason, though occasionally there's the kind of night that makes me not want to cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose sleep over it! There's no hurry.&lt;br /&gt;These roads connect somewhere to sometime, and there's an answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though there's no plan forced out, Why does it always seem to be us?&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is "right aimed at left" Though you don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;How many words do you choose? How much do you throw? Things are skillfully out of reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you compare those tears to a little marble&lt;br /&gt;Easy to spill, easy to be broken, a transient diamond, do not lose them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this place, how far do you stretch out this hand before someone somewhere can reach it&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally there's a morning that makes me not want to escape to anywhere&lt;br /&gt;And great sadness sometimes will become a little happy story&lt;br /&gt;Surely sometime those tears cried when trying to be tough will glitter, the day will come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you compare this world to a great marble&lt;br /&gt;Being anywhere, doing anything 'Cause it keeps on rolling, giving us a ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again today, for some reason if one day ends, tomorrow turns into today&lt;br /&gt;Without reason, though occasionally there's the kind of night that makes me not want to cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose sleep over it! So there's no hurry.&lt;br /&gt;These roads connect somewhere to sometime, there's an answer&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of the lyric itself is good, no? I personally &lt;s&gt;like&lt;/s&gt; love both the song and the lyric. Anyway! I don't own the song, the lyric. And that DS is really tempting me now... to go back to the game and watch that pretty face of Klavier Gavin... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... yeah, see ya. And I haven't make any picture today recently, so I can't post any.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-9004858384257378737?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/9004858384257378737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=9004858384257378737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/9004858384257378737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/9004858384257378737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/06/marble-s-english-meaning.html' title='Marble-s, English Meaning'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-5934476156548616970</id><published>2008-06-19T13:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T13:44:07.745+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of the Icons I Made</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures I made recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=livetheglam_red.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/livetheglam_red.jpg" alt="display picture" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Live the Glam" ©Sherly, 2008. Done entirely by brushes and text tool. If you are going to publish this icon on a website or any public property, please give a proper credit. Inspired by Aiji's favourite words: Live the Glam!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=shou_disp.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/shou_disp.jpg" alt="display picture alice nine shou alice9 alicenine" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Featuring Shou of Alice Nine. Photo edited by Sherly. Even if I published this photo in this site and I edited it, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM NOT RELATED TO SHOU, ALICE NINE, OR PEACE &amp;amp; SMILE COMPANY IN ANY FORM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=leftherealone.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/leftherealone.jpg" alt="leftherealone" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Left Here Alone" Done by Sherly, 2008. Done entirely by brushes and text tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=whymustyoutrysohard.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/whymustyoutrysohard.jpg" alt="why_must_you" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Try So Hard" Done by Sherly, 2008. Done entirely by brushes, effect and text tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=waitforyou.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/waitforyou.jpg" alt="waitforyou" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "All I Can Do is to Wait for You" Done by Sherly, 2008. Done entirely with brushes and text tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so why did I put the © (copyright sign) only in the "Live the Glam"? It's because that's the only one I made using Photoshop's brushes. The rest made using some of my sister's brushes which I don't know where did she downloaded from. Thus, I don't have any right to claim that it is mine, because even if I made the icon, the brushes aren't mine. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you want to claim that any of the brushes I used is yours, please leave a message on my cbox so that I can give you a proper credit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm.. okay, I know, the pictures I made are... a bit gloomy. Well, that's because I tried to match it with my gothic and/or visual-kei taste and... BAM! There they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-5934476156548616970?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/5934476156548616970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=5934476156548616970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5934476156548616970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5934476156548616970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-of-icons-i-made.html' title='Some of the Icons I Made'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-7120788275151903976</id><published>2008-06-18T14:53:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T14:59:19.703+07:00</updated><title type='text'>DELETED</title><content type='html'>Okay, so, maybe if you browse and search through my past-time posts, there are only a few. And why is that? Simple, I deleted them because they were too... urgh, unpleasant to read, embarrassing and useless (at least I think they are).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, people, if you look at my past-time posts, you can only find those from April 2006 to  present. i actually had been posting since 2004, but as you can see, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DELETED&lt;/span&gt; those post. Yes, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deleted &lt;/span&gt;them. I don't want myself (or any other people) to read them and so I deleted them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to write, but I'll have to go sleep in... 10 minutes. So I'll just write a bit here and continue them tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YES. I REALIZED THAT THIS IS MY SECOND POST FOR TODAY. I'm too lazy to go back there and edit my first post. Beside, this post is short. Now, I gotta go. So, see ya tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-7120788275151903976?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/7120788275151903976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=7120788275151903976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/7120788275151903976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/7120788275151903976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/06/deleted.html' title='DELETED'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-6969675319133899920</id><published>2008-06-18T08:41:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T08:53:24.186+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthquake and Piano Practice</title><content type='html'>I read from Miyavi's blog that there was an earthquake in Sendai, Japan, yesterday, at 16th of June... O__O is that right? Let's just hope everyone's okay... (the earthquake happened at the day of my brother's birthday!! That sucks eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While people were mourning and worrying there in Japan... I'm also mourning and worrying here in Vancouver, Canada... but for a simpler matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't practice my piano skills lately, since I'm in Canada in there's no piano I can use here... AND I MISS MY PIANO FOR REAL!!! I MISS PRACTICING!!! And I'm also worried... what if my piano skills gone down by the time I don't practice? What if when I come back to Indonesia, all my piano skills disappear and I ended up can't play the piano anymore? WAAAAAAA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to look for a place here where I can borrow their piano and practice!!! Man... this is simply ridiculous... And I still have to wait for approximately a month until I go back to Jakarta, Indonesia and then I can see my piano again... OMG I miss my piano so badly... T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...of course, such a simple matter can't be compared to an earthquake... but still, I miss my piano so badly I feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I wonder which Japanese band or artist is going to be the first one to hold a concert in Indonesia... I hope it's one of my favorite artist or band! (such as L'Arc~en~Ciel, Gackt, LM.C, Miyavi, Nightmare, Alice Nine, An Cafe) but I think the most possible ones are L'Arc~en~Ciel, Miyavi and Gackt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-6969675319133899920?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/6969675319133899920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=6969675319133899920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6969675319133899920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6969675319133899920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/06/earthquake-and-piano-practice.html' title='Earthquake and Piano Practice'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-5133289252909999440</id><published>2008-06-16T15:02:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:12:23.570+07:00</updated><title type='text'>LM.C is highly likeable!!!</title><content type='html'>Okaaaayyy.... what other thing can I say but "HA!!!!!"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to make one of my sisters, who all don't like J-Rock as much as I do, to like a song from LM.C a.k.a. Lovely Mocochang!!!! HA!!!!!! The song is John, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went like this... I was in the computer room in my family's apartment in Vancouver just now (and was still inside the room) and all of a sudden my 3rd sister whistled a tune that sounds familiar to me. I thought it was one of those western songs... but turned out wrong because my sister then called me. And I was like," Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she said in Indonesian," Gw jadi nyanyiin lagu lo, tau ga de!!" (meaning: I ended up singing your song, you know, little sis!) And I was, once again, huh-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she sang the tune to me. At first I was confused and I thought," I heard that tune and I know that tune. But WHAT THE HECK is it?" because there's two possibilities, both are from LM.C. One is Sora Namidairo, the other is John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she hummed the tune again and I sang the tune of Sora Namidairo's reff, but then she said no. The left choice is John, then. So I turned on John and she said it's correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN!!!! SHE SAID THAT THE SONG IS ACTUALLY GOOD!!! WAAAAIII!!! After that hard effort to make her like J-Rock!!! Haha!! Way to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll work more to impress the one other!! (Since my 3rd sister liked LM.C's "John" and my 2nd sister seems to be kinda interested in Miyavi's "Dear My Friend")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll work harder to make them like J-Rock!!! FIGGGGHHHHTTT!!!! GANBAREEEE!!! *ish on fire*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-5133289252909999440?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/5133289252909999440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=5133289252909999440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5133289252909999440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5133289252909999440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/06/lmc-is-highly-likeable.html' title='LM.C is highly likeable!!!'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-4897140934071616588</id><published>2008-06-14T00:43:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:09:45.842+07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAAAYYY!!</title><content type='html'>Yaaaayyy!! I finally get some readers!! *dances*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... gaahh... something is EXTREMELY RIDICULOUS here in the net. Especially YouTube. No, not that I regret making a YouTube account so that I can post some comment. It's just that... hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted a comment around a week ago, saying that I like Reita more than Uruha, who were both members of the GazettE, a J-Rock band. And you know what? I got two thumbs down just because I posted that! I mean... hello? Uruha fangirls, can you use your mind and THINK THAT THERE ARE PEOPLE WITH DIFFERENT THOUGHTS AND OPINIONS IN THE WORLD?!! So mindless, shame on you. If you're a fans of Uruha, then fine! I never said anything bad about Uruha-san anyway!!! Why are you dissing other people who doesn't really like Uruha-san? D'oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Uruha-san himself doesn't bother. -_-U Okay, so that's might be caused of Uruha-san didn't see, but I dare to bet that he wouldn't bother. Because, when you had exposed yourself to the world as... anything, be it artist, band, singer, businessman, manga-ka, animator or whatever, you have to take the risk that there are 3 kinds of people you're going to face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-the kinds who like/love you and will praise you a lot&lt;br /&gt;-the kinds who dislike/hate you and will say a bunch of bad things about you&lt;br /&gt;-the kinds who are neutral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. And celebrities were supposed to be SOOO prepared for them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw all the thumbs down, my reaction was like... WTF?! No, I'm not pissed off. I'm just confused why rabid fangirls are so... mindless. I never said anything bad about Uruha-san and I never said that I hate Uruha-san. I like him, to tell the truth, I LOVE the GazettE and all its members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself can handle everybody who said that they don't really like or they hate LM.C, L'Arc~en~Ciel, Alice Nine or Miyavi or An Cafe. But I will be pissed off if they call the bands and the members gay or homo or whatever. And because I hate the people who do that, I never do that to other people because I know that people are allowed to have their favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never even say anything bad about Arashi, Fahrenheit or KAT-TUN, who, by the way, I don't really like. I never say that they're gay or they sucks or whatever to somebody who loves them. Why can't all those rabid fangirls take some examples? I'm not saying that they have to take examples from me, but at least, get a mind, will you? Bear in your mind that people have different opinions!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-4897140934071616588?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/4897140934071616588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=4897140934071616588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/4897140934071616588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/4897140934071616588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/06/yaaayyy.html' title='YAAAYYY!!'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-5394024119193277140</id><published>2008-06-13T01:48:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T02:14:25.219+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Had anybody out there ever felt tired? No, not that usual," I'm tired, I'm just gonna go sleep thing." But tired, extremely tired, even if I just woke up from my 10-hour sleep and even if it's my holiday and I got no schoolwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt almost as if... I woke up this morning and I was all like... bleary. I can't find anything to do, yet I don't feel like going back to school. Is it because I'm lonely right now? I don't think so. I'm used to getting alone, since my sisters and brother are away in other countries and my parents work from morning to night. I wonder why. I really can only wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like, I woke up this morning after browsing the net until 12 a.m. last night and what's in my mind is... like," Whoa, what a small world I'm living in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a mere female student right now, and it wasn't like I can do anything. I want to see more parts of the world. To be engaged in a journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be a traveler then, in my future? Mm... perhaps. But I'll prefer to be a fashion designer and design a lot of clothes for people who wants to wear them. If possible, the J-Rockers. LoL. But my dad once said," Don't try to dream anything too impossible!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was confused. Is this how a parent should be? Preventing his children to dream of anything high? Why can't I dream high? And then, instantly, what came out of my mouth was," Why can't we dream?" and my mom glared at me promptly after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, hello? Is it a wrong thing to dream? Are we childish if we dream? Are we immature? If so, I don't wanna grow up. That is, if growing up means I have to throw away ALL my dreams and forget about anything crazy I have in mind, then I never wanna grow up. I'd prefer to be a kid forever than having to throw my dreams away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why there were only a few people who can understand what I'm saying. Even in my school, I can only see my friends getting pimped and shaped into "responsible adults" as they teachers say. I can only see them study and study hard without ever being able to dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have a few friends who know how to dream and how to appreciate it and try to reach it. That is, my best friends and my friends in the Art Club. At times, when we were gathering around... we'll ask each other, what's your dream? And we'll all see them stating their dreams happily. But now... 2 of them will be leaving our room in the Art Club and get replaced by new students. I honestly can't say that they were replaceable. I mean, all people are irreplaceable. And furthermore, I cherish my friends just as lovingly as I do my family. Am I naive? Maybe. I don't care. If it's possible, I want to tell them, my graduating friends, to not to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... that doesn't seem like the right thing to do. Even if i feel like doing it, I wouldn't do it if it doesn't seem right to me. No matter what people say, I won't do anything I don't feel right. I mean... as friends, we shouldn't really prohibit our friends from making their dreams come true, right? That is, if we really cherish them as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't want to be that kind of egoistic, but mindless friends who conveniently says," Don't leave!" and didn't use their brains to think about their friends. I must admit, I AM egoistic. But I know when to throw my ego and let my friends do what they want. I want to be those who can smile, even if it's weakly and warily, and say," Good luck" to their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel tired right now... extremely tired. And this post had just gotten longer and longer. I'm just gonna end it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if they didn't see it... I'll still post it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY GRADUATION RIKKUN AND BETE, WISH YOU ALL THE LUCK IN THE UNIVERSITY AND IN CHASING YOUR DREAMS. YOU'LL ALWAYS BE ACCEPTED IN THE ART CLUB, ANYTIME. I HOPE WE CAN ALL MEET AND GATHER AND LAUGH AGAIN. Don't lose to those people! Chase and hang your dreams up high! Then... someday... you'll be able to make them come true... My prayer will be with you everywhere and all the time. I shall not forget the time we all had spent.&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/9130077-5394024119193277140?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/5394024119193277140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=5394024119193277140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5394024119193277140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5394024119193277140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/06/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-7113719260018743710</id><published>2008-06-12T07:09:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T07:32:30.006+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed Off. Kinda.</title><content type='html'>I wonder why there are so many people on YouTube keep on going to a J-Rock band's video just for commenting on how bad they look or how much they hate them. I mean like, why don't you get a life of your own and just keep all your comments to yourself? It's not like the whole world needs to know your opinion. If you want to comment, why don't you just post it in your own profile and/or blog? Why should you hurt other people's feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, most of them don't have any valid reason of why they hate them and were just cussing and using a lot of cursing words. No, I never said that cursing words are bad words and people who curse are bad people, because I swear too, a lot of times. I mean, like, can you at least learn to comment better? The world doesn't look at things just from one side, you know. We look from different sides on things. Good or bad, like it or hate it or some more other comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you join a forum and LEARN SOMETHING from there? Forums can teach you some things because I looked from one side as well, but I joined forums and I have to admit that I changed and I love this present me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you have a life of your own, why are you still messing up with the videos' comments pages? Why are you still commenting this and that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have to admit that sometimes fangirls can also get mindless and were all like," OMG, YOU HATE HIM?!! HOW COULD YOU?!! HE'S AWESOME!!" or just cursing at people who commented that they hate or dislike one certain artist or band. But, hello, should you really hate a certain band because of some rabid fangirls? I mean, I HATE Cloud Strife's maniac fans (who keep on spamming on a CERTAIN forum just to comment on how cool he is -_-U) OH YEAH I DO HATE THEM, but I still like Cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post might sound immature, but this comes from a child-like 14-year-old and I can't help but post it. *shrugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-7113719260018743710?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/7113719260018743710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=7113719260018743710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/7113719260018743710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/7113719260018743710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/06/pissed-off-kinda.html' title='Pissed Off. Kinda.'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-680457370070129732</id><published>2008-06-10T07:51:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T07:54:43.792+07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO!! ...again</title><content type='html'>HEY!! It's been quite long since I last posted. It's been like... what, a week? But I'm on track again, though. I wrote this in the JFK Airport, cuz I'm still waiting for my flight (which is, by the way, 2 more hours) AND I'M SO BORED so I decided to open up my laptop and do something. AND!!! just on the way when I'm watching videos on YouTube, i realized like... OMG!! I HAVEN'T POST FOR A WEEK IN MY BLOG!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL!! Anyway, I wanna go watch some more Alice Nine videos... so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ittekimasu wa~~~!!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-680457370070129732?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/680457370070129732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=680457370070129732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/680457370070129732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/680457370070129732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-again.html' title='HELLO!! ...again'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-2432062417505249530</id><published>2008-06-05T02:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T02:06:49.614+07:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH, MAN!!!</title><content type='html'>AHAHAHAH~~~!!! i'm going to New York right now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I'm not too happy with my mom's idea about going to New York (cuz that means that I have to leave the awesomeness of my sisters' internet connection... T-T) but since my sis told me that we're going to bring a laptop, I went anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT!!!!! WHAT'S SO WONDERFUL ISSSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MET SOME JAPANESE IN THE AIRPORT!!!! UWAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIII!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I don't know them and they don't know who I am... I'm still happy!!! Tee-hee!! I manage to see an actual gakuran!!!! Nyahahahhaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I know that they were Japanese, you ask? Well, they spoke Japanese. At first, I'm not really sure, but then again.. they kept staring at my T-Shirt, which was, FYI, embroidered with the writing 382 -miyavi-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAH!!!! SO HAPPY SO HAPPY SO HAPPY~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just here to report about that... (useless topic, I know. XD LoL ROFLMHO!!) but I'm too happy and I really have to tell somebody about that...!!! (OMG I'M HIGH RITE NOWW!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, okay. Shutting up NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-2432062417505249530?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/2432062417505249530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=2432062417505249530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/2432062417505249530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/2432062417505249530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeah-man.html' title='YEAH, MAN!!!'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-5268043703783259258</id><published>2008-06-03T15:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T15:58:21.887+07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAAAA!!</title><content type='html'>HA!! FINALLY I'M IN CANADA!! Able to download things~~! Able to watch Miyavi's Oresama~~!!! (gosh, finally!!! yeah, I know I'm late... d'okh!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh... and anyway, I'm gonna go watching.. the.... dorama.... again. So ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-5268043703783259258?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/5268043703783259258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=5268043703783259258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5268043703783259258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5268043703783259258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/06/haaaa.html' title='HAAAA!!'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-4147082486154665274</id><published>2008-05-23T21:58:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T22:27:25.618+07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFUZZLED!!</title><content type='html'>So... well... yeah. Um, I really don't know why am I here and post in my blog. It's just that I was online, looking for J-Rock bands pictures and then I suddenly think," I have to post a blog." and BAM!! Here I am, typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh. -_-U I don't get myself either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here with my dad who's playing some kind of... *looks* tetris game (that is, Holiday Express) and talking about something along the lines of," They are mafia." or...well, I don't really get it either, he's mumbling to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...weird dad, I know. But... can't help, HE'S JUST TOO FUNNY!!! LoL!! XDDDD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's talk about people who could only care less about other people's feelings. For example... Dir en Grey. No, no offense to their fans, but really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could they AT LEAST think about their FANS? No bands, singers or entertainers of any sorts can stand their ground without their fans. And, well, maybe fans could be a little too obsessed with them, but let's look at the bright side, doesn't that mean that the fans love them? They should be proud if there are people who tried their best to cosplay as Dir en Grey members, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an amateur cosplayer, and I know just how hard it is to make a confusing, hard-to-make costumes, especially J-Rock ones. It IS kind of easy to be a punk-lolita dresser, because all you need is black leather accesories, tartan-motived miniskirt, and some punk-ish T-shirt. Or at least, it IS much easier than being a Visual Kei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Visual Kei dresser means you MUST have a creativity to design your costumes and all.  And therefore, I think they should at least be amazed at the cosplayer who had done so hard and went through all those troubles just to make a costume that looks VERY SIMILAR to them. Really. I mean, it might not suit their faces and all, but WHAT IS IMPORTANT IN COSPLAYING IS THE COSTUME, NOT THE FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, cosplaying also means that you have to look similar to the character/person you are cosplaying as, but looking similar to an existing, real, public character such as idols can only happen in... like, 1:1000 chances. Or maybe 100, or even 10000. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe cosplay can also refer to "copycats and imposters trying to dress as somebody who isn't themselves" and I must admit, I myself hate copycats and imposters too. But being a copycat and cosplayer is somewhat different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...do you get what I mean? No? Read again. Yes? Good, I'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really people, you have to think about other people's feelings, especially when you're a FAMOUS, ADMIRED PUBLIC FIGURES. Can you imagine how does the cosplayers felt when you say that they look horrible, and right after when they had gone through all the troubles to make all the costumes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you are all professionals? And professionals should really work with integrity AND PROFESSINALITY. And being a professional who work with professionality should put their clients above all things, after all CUSTOMERS ARE THE KINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be only 14, and I might be only an Asian schoolgirl who ramble about incoherent things she herself doesn't really get, if that's what you think. But, even if I'm only 14 and a schoolgirl, I'm an amateur manga-ka, I tell you, and that means I'm included in entertainer of some sort. And I know how to work with professionality, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I PERFECTLY KNOW AND WELL-AWARE THAT I'M BEING KINDA SNIPPY HERE. But I don't agree with people who doesn't like cosplaying while they themselves don't know how many days or months and hours could be spent just for making a costume. Well, I do, because I sew my own costumes with MY OWN HANDS, not machines, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might upset some of you all readers (that is, IF THERE IS ANYONE READING) but me myself is upset when I read the part that some Dir en Grey personnels don't like their cosplayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, I really mean it here, PLEASE PLEASE AT LEAST SHOW SOME RESPECT TO COSPLAYERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my country here, cosplayer often called "clowns" or "a bunch of stupid people dressing weirdly to attract attention". NO. WE AREN'T TRYING TO ATTRACT SOMEBODY'S ATTENTION. WE ARE COSPLAYING BECAUSE WE LOVE IT AND WE WANT TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still don't get what I mean, read this post again and GET IT FORCED INTO OUR PRETTY LITTLE HEADS. I'm snippy, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-4147082486154665274?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/4147082486154665274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=4147082486154665274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/4147082486154665274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/4147082486154665274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/05/confuzzled.html' title='CONFUZZLED!!'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-1757796724933771902</id><published>2008-05-19T21:29:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T20:57:54.321+07:00</updated><title type='text'>HA!!</title><content type='html'>I~~~~~!!! I HAD FINALLY FOUND WHAT I WANT IN BLOGSKINS.COM!! HA!! FINALLY I CAN CHANGE MY SKIN!! A million thanks for the creator of this skin. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A! NY! WAY!! I'm going to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I am. AND I'LL GO BUST MY SISTERS' BANDWIDTH!! WHOO!! AND I'LL GO WATCH ALL PVs AND DORAMAs I WANNA WATCH!! *dances around in GLEE!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* even if tomorrow's my chemistry final exam... I still can't hold myself to be online and tell my sisters that I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously!! I AM GOING TO CANADA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I can't wait to go. I can't wait to travel. I CAN'T WAIT TO SIT INSIDE THAT HUUUUGE EAGLE AND FLY OFF TO CANADA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is... well, what should I do in Hong Kong when I'm transitting? And in the plane? It's not like I have anybody to talk with, since I'm going alone and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, seriously. A 14-YEAR-OLD FEMALE STUDENT IS GOING ALONE ON A 14-HOUR FLIGHT TO CANADA. There. Yeah, my mom DID worry. But... she knew that whenever I say," I HAVE TO GO." that means "I WILL DEFINITELY GO, NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS. AND WHENEVER I SAY I WILL AND I MUST, NOTHING BAD WILL HAPPEN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL. Any suggestions about what to do in the plane?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-1757796724933771902?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/1757796724933771902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=1757796724933771902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1757796724933771902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1757796724933771902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/05/ha.html' title='HA!!'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-5570213336981462240</id><published>2008-05-18T14:46:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:48:38.514+07:00</updated><title type='text'>=p</title><content type='html'>Weellllll.. Seems like I really have to wait until I go to Canada. When I arrived there, I'll surely change my blogskin. I really can't do it now, since I have my piano lesson and... well, I really can't bust my patience just because of this DAMN SLUGGISH DIAL-UP INTERNET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt; see you next time. (that is, if somebody's reading my blog. If you are, pls tell me through my cbox and I'll go real happy. LoL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-5570213336981462240?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/5570213336981462240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=5570213336981462240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5570213336981462240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5570213336981462240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/05/p.html' title='=p'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-7969938312269855835</id><published>2008-05-18T14:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:37:24.252+07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPEAKING OF BLOG SKINS AND ALL...</title><content type='html'>GOSH. I REALLY NEED TO CHANGE MY SKIN. Seriously. I'm getting REAL bored of it, since I've been using it for, like, 1-2years. I really need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just one problem, though. My internet's so DAMN SLOW that I feel like I have to wait until I'm in Canada and then change it there. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for something good in blogskins.com right now. Soo.. well, ttyl and see ya later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-7969938312269855835?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/7969938312269855835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=7969938312269855835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/7969938312269855835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/7969938312269855835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/05/speaking-of-blog-skins-and-all.html' title='SPEAKING OF BLOG SKINS AND ALL...'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-1335805031959941676</id><published>2008-05-17T23:19:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T00:29:36.468+07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH. MY. GACKT. (nooo... Gackt isn't mine. I desperately hope he IS though XD)</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I had to try thrice or maybe more than 3 times to open this site... O___O WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH MY COMP?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly curses when it's not going to open the site...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways!! Still going to talk about my chances of going to Canada... Oh welp, finally I managed to persuade my Mom and Dad to allow me to got there. Finally. But I still don't know yet, since the chances are kinda slim. *shrugs* I had plans of what to do there, though. AND I WILL SURELY BURST MY SISTERS' INTERNET BY DOWNLOADING LOADS AND LOADS OF THINGS!! AND I ALSO WILL DEFINITELY GO TO DISNEYLAND!! ...or maybe Playland will do me good enough. I wanna ride on Space Mountain once again though, and tell my sisters to go with me. They'll surely scream loud enough. I had loads of fun playing there. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one funny thing when I rode in it my first time in Disneyland of L.A. I was supposed to ride alone, since my mom doesn't like fast stuffs and all. Then, when I was going to ride in the coaster and the clerk there asked me if I'm alone, my Dad suddenly appear beside me (like... 'poof' and there goes Genie. XD) and said that there were two of us. I've told him that this is gonna be real fast, but he didn't care. So I let him be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, when the ride's over (it's real fast and real fun!! My bro's going to LOOOOVEEEE this ride! XD) my dad said in Indonesian (I'm a Chinese-Indonesian)," Dikit lagi Papa muntah deh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means," A little beat longer and Papa's going to puke." LOL!!!! I told my Mom about that and she burst out into laughter while she and Dad rest on a bench and I go my own way to ride the Space Mountain the second time. Ha!! Dad, toldja! He didn't feel well anymore that night. Dad... come on, you're not used to fast things!! Don't force yourself!! You don't wanna get sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my sisters and brother about that and they laughed REAL hard before telling my dad," Don't force yourself, dad! Dede (Indonesian for "little sibling" can be used to both girls and boys) is used to fast things and so do we. But you weren't!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL. I still laugh when I remember that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. the next thing is... like, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?! IT'S 4 MORE DAYS TO FINAL EXAM AND I'M STILL GOING SLOW!! ...I'm too relaxed. Maybe I ate too much chocolate? *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I just shop today with my mom!! X3 I haven't shop for a while, since EVERYTHING my Mom offered to me were all girlish, feminine things while I wanna go for "Rock" fashion these days. Blame it all on J-Rock bands. Really. Anyway, I found these rings that were... MAN, NO OTHER WORD COULD EXPLAIN BUT... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COOL&lt;/span&gt;!! Really. They were made from stainless steel (I can't afford silver. Let alone gold.) and it has like, tribal, fire-like carvings on it. Each were only about like $1-2 each. I bought two of them cuz I really can't choose between any. They were just too... COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=LMC48.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Maya_orange" src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/LMC48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In fact, I wanna go and buy a plain, black visor. Like... Maya's visor. *points up left* But I can't find any. So... well, I'll go look for them once I go to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh... Maya, I love you. Not only your voice is AWESOME, but your fashion style is AWESOME as well. And super cute!! X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS ONE TOO, THIS ONE TOO!! IN THE LIAR LIAR PV!! *points down right*...&lt;align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/?action=view&amp;amp;current=LMC-LIARLIAR_0001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Maya_Liarliar" src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u94/azalea_nature/LMC-LIARLIAR_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;OOOHHH... I really love his clothes here. I want one like those. Especially the top silk hat. X3 I've been wanting it for long.And that glove-thingies too!! And that HUGE lollipop over there~~~!! LoLz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I've been planning since long to shop a lot when I'm in Canada. Seriously, my parents weren't supposed to break my wish! ROFL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, it's 12:28 a.m. here and I really need to get some sleep. I still wanna write, but.. well. I can do nothing. Sleep comes first. LoL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-1335805031959941676?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/1335805031959941676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=1335805031959941676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1335805031959941676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1335805031959941676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-my-gackt-nooo-gackt-isnt-mine-i.html' title='OH. MY. GACKT. (nooo... Gackt isn&apos;t mine. I desperately hope he IS though XD)'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-5029140170398416979</id><published>2008-05-16T23:09:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:55:39.360+07:00</updated><title type='text'>0_________0</title><content type='html'>Woah. Am I going to be the second Miyavi? So far, as I remember, it's my first time posting tiwce a day..? Or is it the second? Or the third? Or the who-the-hell-knows-eth time? (to clue YOU in... FYI, Miyavi updated his cyber journal 7 times a day. Or so, as what I had read from a magazine. *shrugs* And that magazine was like.. what, 2-3 years ago? LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...who knows. What? Me? No. I don't. Count? No way. Too lazy to go back and count. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...*insert peculiar silence*&lt;br /&gt;Iruka: ...What's wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT?! I' M ALL DANDY OKAY?!&lt;br /&gt;Iruka: Dandy? Do you mean that Dandy guy, at school? That Pre-U student who's the host for almost ALL school events?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...that's DENDY ELLEN, idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Iruka: Then... do you mean... like, dandy as in clothing?&lt;br /&gt;Me: That was gothic lolita. Nope, not that one.&lt;br /&gt;Iruka: Mmm... Dandy like all "a dandy guy" who--&lt;br /&gt;Me: OH SHUT UP!! IT'S DANDY AS IN "PEACHY", DANDY AS IN "FINE", DANDY AS IN "OKAY"!! DOES THAT CLUE YOU IN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..whoa. No, I'm not literally angry here in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem which REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY BOTHER ME LIKE HELL IS: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M NOT GOING TO CANADA&lt;/span&gt;. Curses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And right when I feel like going somewhere with a fast internet so that I can do and download lots of things too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... daydreaming time!! (Man, can't help it. What I do during my spare time and during breaks when I'm studying, what I do is DAYDREAM.ROFLZBURGEEERRRRZZ!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF... (the questions are SO NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. Except, well, except if somebody's going to make them happen. LoL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1. Miyavi show up in front of my bedroom door in my house at 6 a.m. at Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;A: *went sleepy face, then this kind of face =_=... went back to my room and go back to sleep* XDDD LOL!! SLEEP IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN MIYAVI FOR ME!! Why, you ask? Well, cuz I only get 4-6 hours of sleep on weekdays. Sunday's the only time to recharge myself. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2. Final exam is cancelled and my parents decided to bring me along to Canada?&lt;br /&gt;A: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!! OH MAN... MY SISTERS' INTERNET BANDWIDTH IS SOOOOOOO GOING TO BURST!! AND... WE'RE GOING TO GO FOR SOME FUN!! DISNEYLAND!! *runs around in circle while going crazy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3. Feli and Citra both "rent" or give Maya of Lovely Mocochang (LM.C) as my brithday present?&lt;br /&gt;A: O___________O!!!!!!!!!! *GLOMPS AND YAYNESSSSS!!* *GLOMPS ALL THREE* ROFL!! I really wish that would happen!!!!! Maya = yayness &amp;amp; love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4. I went to Japan and brought Shou of Alice Nine back along to my homeland?&lt;br /&gt;A: I bet Vanessa will glomp him when she saw him. She loves Shou so much she puts his photo as her desktop backgroung and she even plans to make this HUGE poster of Shou and put it in her bedroom. Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5. Feli and I suddenly bumped into Tetsu of L'Arc~en~Ciel in some random mall?&lt;br /&gt;A: I'm 1000000000000000000000% sure Feli will kidnap him and keep him save in her bedroom. *gets choked to death by Tetsu's fiancee. Er, who's her name again? Sakai Ayana?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6. My older brother (nii-chan, miss you miss you miss you~...!) suddenly show up when I'm in Canada and he hijacked the computers and burst the bandwidth before I could do so?&lt;br /&gt;A: I'LL DEFINITELY CHOKE HIM TO DEATH!!! O_O Woah. Cruel me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q7. My mom bought me an PS3?&lt;br /&gt;A: I'll be a good girl and get straight As for this academic year (it'll only last until June, anyway. XDD LOL!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q8. My dad build me a house with a HUGE plasma TV in it and complete with PS3, XBox 360, Wii, PS2 and the games and DVDs of anime and J-rock CDs?&lt;br /&gt;A: I'll make sure my mom didn't stole the room for her karaoke moments when I feel like staring at Near's cute face or Hibari or ... some other J-Rock star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q9. My car suddenly turn into a Lamborghini with the help of fairy godmother?&lt;br /&gt;A: ...I'm not a cinderella. But 's okay though. Bro come back so that we can have a ride together in the Lamborghini!! LoLzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q10. My dial-up internet (how sad) reached the speed of, like, I dunno, 100kbps?&lt;br /&gt;A: Oh, my dad's so going to be broke this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q11. I became the Alice in "Alice in Wonderland"?&lt;br /&gt;A: NOOOO!!! I'D MUCH PREFER TO BE THE MADHATTER, FEMALE VERSION, RATHER THAN BEING THAT ALICE!! I'M NOT REALLY FOND OF HER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q12. My maths teacher's work was all of a sudden cancelled and my friends and the teacher and I can travel to Japan together?&lt;br /&gt;A: YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHH!!! MAN, THIS IS WHAT YOU CALLED WITH LIFE!!! *gets rowdy and.. blurry. LoL. The usual Sherly for you.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q13. Takuya of An Cafe appeared in front of me?&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;strong&gt;1st version: &lt;/strong&gt;*PULLS OUT A ROPE AND TIE HIM AND KIDNAP HIM* LOL. NOOO!! Takuya-san, if you're reading this, I really am not going to do that to you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd version:&lt;/strong&gt; O____O? The hell? Are you lost or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd version:&lt;/strong&gt; *GLOMPS GLOMPS GLOMPS GLOMPS GLOOOOOOOMMMPPPSSS* I LOVE TAKUYA-SAN JUST AS MUCH AS I LOVE MAYA AND NEAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q14. My school internet work as what it was supposed to be like. (PPPPHHHFFFTTT!! YEAH RIGHTT!! THIS IS SOOOO NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!! NOT EVEN ONCE EVERY A CENTURY!!)&lt;br /&gt;A: I'll hijack Vanessa's laptop and use it to download... THINGS *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q15. My sisters suddenly poofed out of nowhere, alonf with Miki (my sisters' dog)&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;strong&gt;1st sister:&lt;/strong&gt; ...O___O what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be studying for the final exams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd sister:&lt;/strong&gt; *calls my sister's boyfriend and ask him to go STRAIGHTLY AND DIRECTLY TO MY HOME AND MEET MY SISTER* she deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd sister: &lt;/strong&gt;where's Jared?!! And where's my copic?! And where's my mangascans?! My doramas?! My anime episodes?! And anyway, let's go stuff ourselved at that newly-opened Japanese restaurant at TA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I really have to stop rambling. Shutting up. Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-5029140170398416979?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/5029140170398416979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=5029140170398416979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5029140170398416979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5029140170398416979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/05/00.html' title='0_________0'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-999145092543122721</id><published>2008-05-16T21:15:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:30:48.088+07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH GREAT...</title><content type='html'>GREAT!! IT'S ALL MIYAVI'S FAULT!! IT'S ALL MIYAVI'S FAULT I WANNA GO TO CANADA AND WATCH HIS DORAMA(yeah, soooo late. I know. XD but well, I'm not interested at doramas at that time!! so I didn't watch! XD)!! DAMN IT!! I HAVE TO BLAME IT ALL ON MIYAVI-OOYAKATA-SAMA~... T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT... I REALLY WANNA WATCH!!!!! GOSH... DAMN MY INTERNET FOR BEING SO SLOW THAT I CAN'T EVEN OPEN A 3-MINUTE YOUTUBE VIDEO AS FAST AS MY SISTERS' INTERNET IN CANADA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I wonder why am I cursing a LOT these days. GEEEHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, Kevin, I REALLY should agree with you. Life sucks. Sucks to be me. Really... my life sucks. I feel like going to Canada as fast as I can already!! &gt;_&lt; The bad thing is... I'm not going there this summer BECAUSE!!! I was supposed to, but since my parents were just too OVER-PROTECTIVE ABOUT ME GETTING KIDNAPPED IN HONGKONG AND ALL... I ended up not going. Dammit. And right when I had made a lot of plans of what to do and download in Canada... Like.. Holy crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like cussing right now, since final exam is REALLY COMING NEAR (WEDNESDAY NEXT WEEK, and that means 5 more days.) and yet all I want is less study, MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE play. And MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE J-ROCK, ANIME, MANGA AND MUSIC AND PIANO PRACTICE. I've never felt like this before, dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. I know that I sound like a terribly depressed person here. I can't help it!! Doh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody has an advice about getting rid of this feeling to HAVE FUN AND LEAVE MY STUDIES? Since everything I tried (even eating chocolate while studying which usually works) just went in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you DO have any advice, please post it on my cbox. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that is... if anybody's reading this blog other than my 3rd sister. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... Shutting up now. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-999145092543122721?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/999145092543122721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=999145092543122721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/999145092543122721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/999145092543122721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-great.html' title='OH GREAT...'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-6394469585556801529</id><published>2008-05-12T21:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:45:28.867+07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREWED UP</title><content type='html'>STRESSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the only word I can think about right now. Final exams are coming soon, and yet what I REALLY REALLY feel like is PLAY. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really... is there any thiefs in my house or what? I've been losing a bunch of things recently... and they were kinda valuable:&lt;br /&gt;- a valuable gift (Near keychain! X3) from a valuable friend (Milli!!)&lt;br /&gt;- a SHIN-RA HANDPHONE STRAP which was given by another.. friend (guess you can call him a friend. but he's not a best friend or whatsoever. just a mere, ordinary friend.)&lt;br /&gt;- A WHOLE BUNCH OF STICKERS&lt;br /&gt;- a manga (Meine Liebe)&lt;br /&gt;- and some more others which I don't wanna think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... really, is it me or other people getting irritating day by day? Annoying forum mods, annoying chaser (no, I'm not lying, my sisters.. I DO have a chaser, and an annoying one at that. I don't wanna rant about it here.), annoying classmates, annoying teachers, annoying people who didn't even USE THEIR BRAINS AND GET AT LEAST CONSIDERATE AND THINK ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE'S FEELINGS... and much, much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I really feel like screaming now. Can somebody give me an advice as not to get too stressed other than eating loads of chocolates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. ( I swear a lot recently, I myself dunno why.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean.. yeah, sure, I'm happy getting high scores in my compositions in english... but.. that doesn't make up anything about everything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm rambling. Again. Fine , shutting up. Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-6394469585556801529?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/6394469585556801529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=6394469585556801529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6394469585556801529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6394469585556801529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/05/screwed-up.html' title='SCREWED UP'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-534824145081196678</id><published>2008-05-10T22:02:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T22:10:55.110+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Internets and Downloads</title><content type='html'>Oh, okay. I gotta say this straight. It sucks having a slow, dial-up internet BECAUSE OF SEVERAL REASONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Expensive in cost&lt;br /&gt;-TAKES ONE HELL OF A TIME (meaning I am exaggerating about its SLOWNESS)&lt;br /&gt;-You can't download too much things (ESPECIALLY ANIME EPISODES, MANGA SCANS, SONGS AND OTHER THINGS)&lt;br /&gt;-It DRIVES YOU MAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. And I can't find the Alice Nine songs I want as well. What grudge does my internet has at me?!!!? I don't have limewire since my internet was SO SLOW that I can't even download a limewire program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. And seeing the video clip of Alice Nine's TSUBASA and Blue Planet makes me want to download its songs and put it inside my iPod. But damn my slow interenet prohibiting me from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, welp. Anyway, I have say "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" to Vanessa! Her birthday had went past... but s'e going to hold a party tomorrow!! Yayness! Waai~!! And we're going to watch Alice Nine and LM.C and L'Arc~en~Ciel videos at her house! Double Yayness!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-534824145081196678?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/534824145081196678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=534824145081196678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/534824145081196678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/534824145081196678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/05/of-internets-and-downloads.html' title='Of Internets and Downloads'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-5347974798780516058</id><published>2008-05-09T22:00:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T22:18:03.862+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Wrong with Me Lately?</title><content type='html'>Oh, whatever you say, my dear sisters. I admit it, I AM AN EMO!! ...well, a J-Rock, visual kei, gothic lolita emo one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!! I AM IN HIGH SPIRITS!! so please excuse me if I'm rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!! I am in J-Rock obsession! And Near and Hibari Kyouya obsession as well!! And Gothic Lolita and Visual Kei!! Lots of things O_O...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if Tsuki-chin says that Saga-kun of Alice Nine looks like a girl? Who gives a damn if the name Lovely Mocochang sounds weird? Anyway, for me they're attractive. Saga-san is DEFINITELY IS NOT A GIRL, he's a GUY. And the name Lovely Mocochang is unique, attractive and sounds cute to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, even if Gigi-chan didn't read this post, I still have to thank her for giving me the PV of LM.C's Liar Liar and Bell the CAT. And for the Alice nine PVs as well, thanks a bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, to Kevin and Iruka who had been "infected" by my J-Rock virus. They both are now having the time of their life, listening to J-Rock songs which I recommended them to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW... if only LM.C or Alice Nine or L'Arc~en~Ciel or ALL OF THEM come to Jakarta... what would I do? O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and anyway... I have a friend (a guy and his real name is Geraldi) whose Japanese nickname is TORA-KUN!! WAAAAIII!! I have a replacement for Tora-san of Alice Nine!! Anybody's going to be Shou-san, Maya-kun and Hiroto-san?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I really am rambling about everything and nothing. Fine, shutting up now. Just that I was bored and has nothing else to do than ramble in this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-5347974798780516058?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/5347974798780516058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=5347974798780516058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5347974798780516058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5347974798780516058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-wrong-with-me-lately.html' title='What&apos;s Wrong with Me Lately?'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-1068087198594590098</id><published>2008-05-04T21:32:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:37:36.794+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to the Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z-q0ZJsW0yI&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey2!! Listen to that song up there!! It got me in an instant when I first heard the song in Katekyo Hitman Reborn! There's even a part of Pachelbel's Canon in guitar version in the song. Specifically, from 2:39 to 2:49.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh welp, the next "Most Loved J-Rock Band: Sherly's Version" right after L'Arc~en~Ciel. L'Arc~en~Ciel is still first in the list, FYI.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And!! It's rock. But it's nice. Believe me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And those who said that LM.C. sucks or L'Arc~en~Ciel sucks or looks like a bunch of gay or whatever that says that they're bad without them looking at the band's skills or listen to the band's songs shall experience the same thing as Gackt (drowned in the sea). =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-1068087198594590098?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/1068087198594590098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=1068087198594590098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1068087198594590098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/1068087198594590098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/05/listen-to-music.html' title='Listen to the Music'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-5198730852071352465</id><published>2008-04-22T19:56:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:14:26.343+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regarding Gundam OO and other... things</title><content type='html'>Okay, I really feel like ranting and screaming right now... I had just finished watching my Gundam OO DVDs and... you know what? I nearly flung my slippers at the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. And why didn't the 2nd season of it just come out damn soon?!!! I'm too pissed off with the ending of season 1 (in which Allelujah and Setsuna and co. died.. oops, spoiler.) and almost punched my TV if the screen that says "See you in season 2" didn't came out of that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the next morning, all my friends looked at me in... well, strange ways. All because I keep bothering them with a question which, really, is directed to no one in particular ("Tell me!! Why must Allelujah died?!! WHYYYYY?!!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my other friends who watched Gundam OO but hasn't finished it yet, nearly got some... spoilers from me and they all keep telling me to shut up whenever they heard my question. ROFLMHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... I sincerely hoped that the sequel to Gundam OO is satisfying enough for me. Or at least, it turned out that all the Gundam Meisters didn't die. Jared-nii, Yoseph-nii, did you watch Gundam OO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read from this local anime and manga magazine called Animonster here that Gundam OO was supposedly a remake of Gundam Wing. But well, I'm not really sure, either. I tried to watch Gundam Wing, really. But since the storyline development is kind of slow and it had 50 EPISODES (in which it was probably half of Bleach's which I didn't watch anymore) and I didn't want to bother myself by watching them all soon. Perhaps, I'll try watch them again in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm screwed up, yet I'm real happy right now. I'm screwed up because Allelujah died (or, hopefully didn't die but is in comma). And I'm happy because somebody in Lunaescence dedicated 1 of her fanfictions for me (in which I reviewed another of her fanfiction..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine. I'll stop ranting right now. Ciao (and I guess I'm infected by Katekyo Hitman Reborn!! as well...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Yoseph-nii, Jared-nii, you guys REALLY should watch Gundam OO and Katekyo Hitman Reborn!! Those anime are AWESOME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-5198730852071352465?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/5198730852071352465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=5198730852071352465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5198730852071352465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/5198730852071352465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/04/regarding-gundam-oo-and-other-things.html' title='Regarding Gundam OO and other... things'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130077.post-6568356034415576904</id><published>2008-02-03T22:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:32:22.831+07:00</updated><title type='text'>GO AND RAIN!!</title><content type='html'>In Indonesia here... everything is like, I don't know, like... island? Almost every area is surrounded by flood. And it makes me bored because I can't go anywhere, even school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, that's a good thing. I don't need to go to school because of flood!! Yay!!! *cheers and dances*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still sucks though, I can't go anywhere without looking at WATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's raining now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on, rain, RAIN!!!!! RAIN!!! I DARE YOU TO RAIN!!! IF NECESSARY, STORM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday night to Friday afternoon, it's raining hard thatmy school was suspended earlier. The rain started at, like, 7 p.m. (Thursday) and ended at 4-5 p.m. (Friday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. That's LONG. Imagine, 10 hours of non-stop rain?!! O_o nothing compared to Canada, though. I heard from my sisters that it rains a lot there when it's spring time. And they told me that there was once a rain that didn't stop for a month. And I went like," O_o ...WHAT?! Are you serious?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet if it rains that much in Indonesia here, even MY house (that rarely, and even close to never, get any flood) would be flooded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for some infos, Green Garden is flooded to chest, Teluk Gong to waist, Gajah Mada (if I'm not mistaken) to shin and Tanjung Duren to knees. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, I think it's enough about flood and rains. I'm signing off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Is there anybody reading my blog? If yes... please tell me... T-T through my cBox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130077-6568356034415576904?l=hikaritenshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/feeds/6568356034415576904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130077&amp;postID=6568356034415576904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6568356034415576904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130077/posts/default/6568356034415576904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hikaritenshi.blogspot.com/2008/02/go-and-rain.html' title='GO AND RAIN!!'/><author><name>©Sherly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615849507471643696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C9FEXRuQYDU/TKJLdC2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cEelss8icjI/S220/sorasora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
