<?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-279802968248903105</id><updated>2012-01-16T01:40:10.053-08:00</updated><category term='Jose Molina'/><category term='cheese'/><title type='text'>Firefly stories</title><subtitle type='html'>...fleeting, flying, never fading.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-8083251220201719183</id><published>2012-01-08T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T13:29:19.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a bummer first post for '12.</title><content type='html'>I think I understand why wives nag when their husbands go on drinking a binge with friends. It's not the drinking that upsets them, it's the fact that the husband can choose between wife and bed or friends and bottles, and the husband chooses the latter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentlemen, do yourselves a favor and decline a night out just once. You'll be rewarded with a night of no drama, trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-8083251220201719183?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/8083251220201719183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=8083251220201719183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/8083251220201719183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/8083251220201719183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-bummer-first-post-for-12.html' title='What a bummer first post for &apos;12.'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-5304626460970504979</id><published>2011-07-30T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T16:36:42.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20-20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do your glances shy my way? Maybe&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a peek,&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a stolen stare,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;an unsaid message sent through those warm chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;eyes, do they burn?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As they trace my mouth's curves and lines,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;seeing closely if they're bent towards the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Does your vision pause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for a lingering second,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for a fleeting while,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;amidst the heavy smoke and bottled laughter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to stare and wonder how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;luck, can bring such fortune by your side?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do your glances shy my way? Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For I want to know if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;your eyes suffer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the same clumsy sickness as mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's almost 8AM but the sky looks like it's only 6AM. Maybe it's the weather or maybe I've seen too much K/Jdramas recently that I wanted to try writing a poem again. It's been a while since I last tried writing one. The idea on'20-20' was actually from a long standing question I have regarding some cheesy stuff that you probably would rather not know and I would rather not tell. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-5304626460970504979?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/5304626460970504979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=5304626460970504979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5304626460970504979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5304626460970504979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2011/07/20-20.html' title='20-20'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-3496685096897326242</id><published>2011-06-29T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T17:30:04.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Want To Do</title><content type='html'>... is watch anime. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss watching slice-of-life type of anime like Nodame Cantabile and Honey and Clover. All that has been coming out lately are more of the shounen type, which I hate. Ew. I've had enough of Bleach, Naruto and One Piece. The last shounen series that I've tried watching was Durara. It does deserve to be the Anime of 2010 by the website Metanorn but I dropped it after watching a couple of episodes. Ugh, I guess I'm getting too old for their type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been on the very early morning shift (3:00AM) recently and I got some time to browse. I find myself browsing for Noda Megumi and Hagu. I really miss watching well built characters. T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-3496685096897326242?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/3496685096897326242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=3496685096897326242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/3496685096897326242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/3496685096897326242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-i-want-to-do.html' title='What I Want To Do'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-62139297769806483</id><published>2011-05-29T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T03:04:13.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work-(Love)Life Balance is Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh wow! It's been a while since my last post. I've never been good at expressing happiness down to words, that's why I've left this blog outdated. Teehee, gomen ne. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think this happiness is brought by the fact that I'm loving my job at the moment and that HP is standing by its' promise to give work-life balance to its' employees. Or maybe I'm just darn lucky to get an account which has Saturdays and Sundays as rest days and a role that mostly deals with emails than calls. Whichever it is, I'm planning to make the most out of this luck. I'm thinking of taking this career on a different level by switching to SAP or UNIX by the end of the year together with my friend Vicky. Our mid-year assessment is currently rolling and I'm planning to mention this plan to our Manager once my turn comes. Mass Comm grad turned IT, not bad, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Arvin and I also celebrated our 10th year last April. I kinda anticipated a marriage proposal but it didn't happen. Oh well, he said it's because I'm a party pooper. I asked him about our marriage plans a week before our anniversary and ended up having a teary discussion to why we still can't &lt;del&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mess things up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/del&gt; settle down. Hehe, forgive me, I'm really like this. I'm impatient when it comes to things I'm really excited about. BUAHAHAHAHA. There, I said it. I'm already thinking of getting married. Pffft. I blame you, Marichu and Nards for this!!! (Haha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You see, I went to their love nest and was able to observe how things are working out for the newlyweds. Suddenly I felt so warm imagining myself spending my lazy rest days with Arvin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Comfy sofa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mushy DVDs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Food he made. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I thought, "Hey, that's nice." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And so one day, my so-called juicy imagination which has been tickling my heart for days, finally made its' way to my mouth and pushed me to ask him, "When are we going to get married?" over a KFC dinner. I wish I took a picture of Arvin's face, it was awesome. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, we know we're getting there someday but we just don't know when and how. I would openly admit now that this topic gets me depressed most of the time but whenever that happens, I always remember what Arvin told me on the night of our 10th year. After reminiscing the past, he said, "I know you're OK with a simple wedding but I want to give you a kind of wedding you deserve." Then he hugged me all night with pure wholesome loving that melted my heart. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So there! Forgive the mushiness of the last part! Hahaha.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7Fprlv95rA/TeIYgUAX9bI/AAAAAAAAAXI/zpxPJ5TK9aI/s200/shiawase-kissa-sanchoume-2284027.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 147px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612075029062219186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My, oh my~ :D &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-62139297769806483?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/62139297769806483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=62139297769806483&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/62139297769806483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/62139297769806483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2011/05/work-love-life-balance-happiness.html' title='Work-(Love)Life Balance is Happiness'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7Fprlv95rA/TeIYgUAX9bI/AAAAAAAAAXI/zpxPJ5TK9aI/s72-c/shiawase-kissa-sanchoume-2284027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-5729920833727743290</id><published>2011-01-14T21:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T21:42:37.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Past, Plans and Infinity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/TTEwbxA33uI/AAAAAAAAAWs/KLG41AZc4Ig/s1600/DSC_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/TTEwbxA33uI/AAAAAAAAAWs/KLG41AZc4Ig/s400/DSC_0031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562280268350873314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hello 2011! Even though I'm kinda late in welcoming you to my blog, please do not take it against me and give me a hard time like what 2009 did. I didn't get along with 2009 very much  but you, we've only been together for 15 days yet I feel like you're someone I can be good friends with this year. I think we can work things out pretty well and that's good to know, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-5729920833727743290?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/5729920833727743290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=5729920833727743290&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5729920833727743290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5729920833727743290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2011/01/of-past-plans-and-infinity.html' title='Of Past, Plans and Infinity'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/TTEwbxA33uI/AAAAAAAAAWs/KLG41AZc4Ig/s72-c/DSC_0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-1939962638384316513</id><published>2010-12-16T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T01:23:18.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotion with a Z.. :D</title><content type='html'>I would always have the graphic novel The Dream Hunters &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(collaboration by Yoshitaka Amano and Neil Gaiman)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to thank for in my discovery of Zhang Jingna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/TQrvVmHaq4I/AAAAAAAAAVw/E0Js5CaCR8o/s320/Sanddream.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551512644975504258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was amazed by the Amano - Gaiman combination so I wanted to see other artworks that would depict the beauty and grace of the Fox in the story that I fell in love with. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Please purchase the novel if you're interested to know the story! :D)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I searched randomly for tags like "fox", "dream hunters", etc in DeviantArt.com when I found Jingna's interpretation of the Fox:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/TQsWiCw-LHI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/cbZeIGEBYGY/s400/Sandman_-_The_Dream_Hunters_p113.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551555739777903730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Image scanned by a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/TQsQm1oNOEI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6kJqiwKIPWU/s320/f08442fdcf7344e7.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551549225081059394" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/TQsW9QuEEqI/AAAAAAAAAWY/I2Uo8Lq8Ago/s320/9a6a5e6d7ffd2b0e.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551556207380271778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was blown away. It's as if the Fox went to her studio and asked Zhang Jingna to take her pictures. Her interpretation captured what I imagined the fox's appearance and demeanor would be if she's real. :D I browsed through her gallery and instantly became a fan. &lt;a href="http://zemotion.deviantart.com/"&gt;'zemotion&lt;/a&gt;'s gallery is a feast for the eyes, I am telling you. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(click on the link to visit her complete list of works.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But after the "Ooohhhh~" and the "Wow!" I thought, "Yeah, so she's just another good photographer. Big deal." I was ready to shrug her existence off again and move on but as I read her &lt;a href="http://blog.zhangjingna.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;(which I follow)&lt;/i&gt;, she slowly turned into an inspiration. I laughed at her silly dream of becoming a Gundam pilot, pleased to know that she also loves Japanese culture and felt hopeful when she revealed what her equipments were when she was just starting her photography career &lt;del&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(For I am dreaming to enter the world of photography too.. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/del&gt;. I was also humbled by her life experiences, they weren't easy but she survived. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, I like her photography because I think it radiates her personality. Strong, passionate and definitely amazing.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And here's my Strike Freedom, I asked him to do a cute pose for you.. :D Smile, Ms. Zhang Jingna, please know that somebody here in Manila continues to dream and you're one of the reasons why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/TQslqYOGluI/AAAAAAAAAWg/UX_5IafMZVE/s200/44203_167063883303938_100000009811464_595003_6326379_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551572375650604770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-1939962638384316513?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/1939962638384316513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=1939962638384316513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/1939962638384316513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/1939962638384316513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2010/12/emotion-with-z-d.html' title='Emotion with a Z.. :D'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/TQrvVmHaq4I/AAAAAAAAAVw/E0Js5CaCR8o/s72-c/Sanddream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-5666369841461754433</id><published>2010-12-12T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T22:28:44.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firefly Dreamages~ ^0^/"/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mainitangulo.tumblr.com/"&gt;Nathan&lt;/a&gt; and I were talking about pictures through SMS a while ago. Being the late bloomer that he is, he was rumbling about how pictures prolong memories and how it can be passed on to the next generation, of course assuming that they would be interested enough to look at them. And being the blunt me whenever he's around, I said: "I thought you'll never realize. Late boomer ka talaga, noh?". Teehee, Forgive me, Tan. You're the only person I do consider a friend during my two-year stay at CVG and I hope that you do know the reason behind my bluntness towards you is affection. Yeah, a crazy, kinda messed-up way of showing my lurrrvvve. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*heart*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; We've always had that "&lt;i&gt;what-you-see-is-what-you-get&lt;/i&gt;" friendship and you're the only person in this whole wide universe who would be lukaret enough to ask me to buy a "you-know-what" from Recto for him. I always cringe at the memory but it was somehow refreshing since it's a complete 180 from my usual &lt;del&gt;wholesome&lt;/del&gt; image. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, pictures are memories so you need to make and take lots and lots. Let me tell you, when I was scheduled for an interview for the photographer post I applied for months ago, I was thinking for an appropriate answer to come up with in case they ask why I'm into photography. I was ready to answer, to capture memories. Yuck, that sounded like an ad for Kodak. Hoho, but yeah, cheesy as it may sound that would have been my answer. Luckily, they asked me more important questions like "&lt;i&gt;Do you usually dress up like that?&lt;/i&gt;".  I was wearing my usual jeans and t-shirt since their job ad mentioned something about being one's self, so I said "&lt;i&gt;Yeah&lt;/i&gt;." Hmmn, maybe that was the reason why I didn't get the post. Lol. Maybe they should rename their company, The Modelling Agency instead of "The P------ ------y". Or maybe I shouldn't be too stupid either, and update my resume with the correct contact number. But that's a different story. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;OTL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, anyway, there I go again. Incoherent is incoherent. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a finishing touch, I bring you the ice cream on top of the mumbo jumbo: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://essiehime.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://essiehime.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Firefly Dreamages.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shameless promotion of the new photo blog.. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What, a girl can dream, right? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/TQW9AaefFLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/VHLv__Wfx_4/s200/%255Blarge%255D%255BAnimePaper%255Dscans_Yotsubato_amai_12618.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550049930608841906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-5666369841461754433?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/5666369841461754433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=5666369841461754433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5666369841461754433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5666369841461754433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2010/12/firefly-dreamages-0.html' title='Firefly Dreamages~ ^0^/&quot;/'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/TQW9AaefFLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/VHLv__Wfx_4/s72-c/%255Blarge%255D%255BAnimePaper%255Dscans_Yotsubato_amai_12618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-788509617469997055</id><published>2010-11-26T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T23:01:41.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In search for Infinity</title><content type='html'>If reading too much about cameras could cause somebody to cough out blood, then I would have died on a pool of my own blood right now. A sea of deep, thick, slimy blood that screams of the owner's masochistic torture of self-induced GASing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, I've been searching for the perfect camera to replace my sacrificial lamb, Nirvana, for weeks now. After giving my enlightenment away to some anti-social gadget freak in exchange for some cash, I went ahead and searched for my Mugen. From tipidpc.com to sulit.com.ph to henryscameraphoto.com, Chrome-san already knows them by heart. It's been my daily routine for the last 2-3 weeks. Even my cousin asked me what do I get from staring at the prices of cameras all day, I said "I was hoping they would magically go down so I could buy one." But of course, they don't and what would magically appear were the little auras I get whenever I have a migraine. If I feel the need to stretch and go out, I would go to my Mecca and have blood oozing out from my eyes and ears instead. I've been to 24k, Meyer's, Henry's, M20, Avenue and all the other camera stores in Hidalgo, I could tell which stores offer which by now so call me the "Hidalgo-hime". All hail the Hidalgo-himesama! OTL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so desperate that I even ditched a meet-up with a friend to kiss someone's you-know-what, hoping to please that someone so she could become my Daddy Long Legs and I, her Judy Abbott. See? The lowest of the low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/TPCp2cF3G2I/AAAAAAAAAVg/HJfWlLLBIro/s400/hagu.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 241px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544117894011886434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But what can I do? This is the first time my heart thumped for something aside from paper bishounen. It's thumping so hard that I can barely sleep at night, it beats so fast that it hurts. Whenever I close my eyes, I could see images&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of Ichu's swelling belly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of Utoy, Jigen and Yael's smiles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of the moments I might miss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I stay up, stare at the numbers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; and dream awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-788509617469997055?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/788509617469997055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=788509617469997055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/788509617469997055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/788509617469997055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-reading-too-much-about-cameras-could.html' title='In search for Infinity'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/TPCp2cF3G2I/AAAAAAAAAVg/HJfWlLLBIro/s72-c/hagu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-4494089231563785091</id><published>2010-11-19T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T07:39:50.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More cheese please! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My married girl friend said that her husband never gets angry because he believes that the time spent being mad at each other is such a waste. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But I say getting mad at each other and putting an effort to make up after is an opportunity to fall in love with our partners all over again, so it's all worth it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After a fight,  food tastes better, jokes are funnier and shoujo manga are cheesier.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don't you agree? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-4494089231563785091?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/4494089231563785091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=4494089231563785091&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/4494089231563785091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/4494089231563785091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-cheese-please-d.html' title='More cheese please! :D'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-3798356558097001494</id><published>2010-11-15T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T07:59:48.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The evidence that pointed out there's fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's been a day since we've since his giant blue head, when I said "No, you can't."&lt;/div&gt;I'm going to ask you, even though I'll be better without knowing&lt;div&gt;Did you or did you not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-3798356558097001494?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/3798356558097001494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=3798356558097001494&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/3798356558097001494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/3798356558097001494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2010/11/evidence-that-pointed-out-theres-fire.html' title='The evidence that pointed out there&apos;s fire'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-8844340840984123298</id><published>2010-11-04T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T01:50:36.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Old Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There's this Old Man from our neighborhood whose steps are like of a baby's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Step, step. step, step. Pause. Step, step, step. Stop. Step, step. step, step. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One, two, three, four, five up to twenty steps and yet he's just half way across the street, which people usually cross in three or four easy strides. Whenever he wants to sit, he has to lean on a tree, or on a lamp post or has to get a good aim and pray that his butt reaches its destination safely. &lt;del&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(Or something like that.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/del&gt; I once asked Momsie about him and she recalled that this Old Man suffered from a stroke, which affected his motor skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The first time I took notice of this Old Man was during Popsie's wake. When everybody else was busy betting for their numbers on the Terembe table or was busy cracking pumpkin seeds, or was busy refilling their glasses with the blushing horse, he was there in his uncoordinated stance, clumsily cleaning tables, arranging chairs and offering more pumpkin seeds to crack to Pops' mourners. He touched my heart, he did. But I was so busy that I soon forgot about him until I saw him recently, not on our streets but in Quiapo. He was there, really! He was bravely waddling his way through the busy streets of Hidalgo. Doing the steps he has memorized since God-knows-when while dodging pedicabs and horse manure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know it's pathetic to draw courage from someone else's pain but forgive me if I already did. I am currently unemployed so I am also in pain. Sheesh, what a bad joke. I am sorry. Escaping from too serious topics about me is part of my personality, I'm a Scorpio, you see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/TNJwh8UZSWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/__OFt72lv9I/s400/Old+Man.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535610620421425506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Old Man, you would always be part of my inspiration. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But seriously speaking, I think I'm just like him. Clumsily waddling through life's manure. (Oh, hello euphemism, I missed you!) Pausing, stopping, sighing to breathe whenever I can so I won't find myself in the deeper compost of more sheeeet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Or maybe I'm just making excuses. What the hell--? Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-8844340840984123298?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/8844340840984123298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=8844340840984123298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/8844340840984123298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/8844340840984123298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2010/11/theres-this-old-man-from-our.html' title='This Old Man'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/TNJwh8UZSWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/__OFt72lv9I/s72-c/Old+Man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-2710778047504951448</id><published>2010-08-14T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T20:35:50.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I blame you, Tiffany!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ever since my friend &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/profile.php?id=1597546103&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Marichu&lt;/a&gt; got married, I've been bugged by my friends with the question, "&lt;i&gt;Kayo, kailan?&lt;/i&gt;" like there's no tomorrow. I feel like an idiot every time I answer them with a "Naku, matagal pa!" followed by my much heard reason of us being too young, unready and unstable, which I think is true on most part. Though I refuse to believe that Arvin and I are totally unprepared for a lifetime commitment, I find it hard to imagine myself getting tied down &lt;i&gt;(lovingly)&lt;/i&gt;, developing a &lt;i&gt;much&lt;/i&gt; bigger bump in my mid section and assuming the role of a housewife slash &lt;i&gt;okaa-sama&lt;/i&gt;. There are still numerous roles I want to portray before settling down &lt;del&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;or getting messed up, whichever you prefer calling getting married as, haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/del&gt; like "&lt;i&gt;photographer&lt;/i&gt;", "&lt;i&gt;graphic artist&lt;/i&gt;" or even "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;sexy star&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;", who knows right? And besides, I'm so not over with my manga marathons, anime addiction and cosplay fascination. Don't tell me to give up on that to make way for diapers and baby bottles. I know I'm associating marriage with babies instead of relationship bliss but I just can't stop myself from thinking ahead. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys, come on, I'll get married once I've been proposed to and when that happens you are definitely invited! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Unless you're off to Timbuktu or somewhere mining platinum or something.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/TGaBtaOUy-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/2zJbERdI-fA/s400/tiffany.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 196px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505230211640511458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, this Tiffany is way too expensive. Maybe if Arvin could afford this then we could get married. Of course I'm not asking him to get me that overly expensive, over the top, disgustingly lovely &lt;del&gt;you'll be my bestest best friend in the whole wide world&lt;/del&gt; diamond engagement ring. No way!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kid, I kid! Oh well, maybe. Haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Edit: I think some people misunderstood my tone of voice here. I really enjoyed writing this one because I think my sarcasm is, errr, improving? Haha.. Or maybe they simply don't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-2710778047504951448?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/2710778047504951448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=2710778047504951448&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/2710778047504951448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/2710778047504951448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-blame-you-tiffany.html' title='I blame you, Tiffany!'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/TGaBtaOUy-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/2zJbERdI-fA/s72-c/tiffany.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-9065731061093465249</id><published>2010-07-15T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:31:23.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I try~</title><content type='html'>I tried writing an entry about my Pops and Lola, but I guess it's still too early since I still don't know where to start. I guess I can compare it to Murakami's Norwegian Wood, when Watanabe was describing how hard it was to write about Naoko back when the memories of her were still too real for him. *pauses* (I suddenly heard the faucet running, even though I'm the only one here in our room.. Papa talaga o! O__O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we visited them last July 14 even though PAGASA raised the Signal No. 2 warning, we were utterly pleased of their inaccuracy. It was sunshiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived at Papa's place, said our prayers then left. I still can't bear to take pictures there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sang Happy Birthday when we got to Lola's ground. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(You see, Lola's birthday was July 12th. Two days after, Papa passed away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;hen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; two months after, Lola passed away. Now I am afraid what's gonna happe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;n tw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;o years after.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It was weird since everybody's singing a song to celebrate birth but all we can see were tombstones. It was the saddest birthday song I've ever heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/TD_oSm7mFxI/AAAAAAAAAU4/xKUFsWvFhE4/s400/DSC_0195+copy.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494365476801091346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come to think of it, we lost 3 family members within the span of two years. Tita Janet, Lola and Papa but God is good, he gave us Rameses &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;(That little kiddo in front, who was born 2 weeks after Papa passed away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Baleleng's second baby &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;(I think she's going to name him Genesis since that's what's written on the Facebook page she already created page for him) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and Neneng's baby &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;(who was scheduled to come out that same day we went to the cemetery but for some reason he's still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;clinging inside his mam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "&gt;a.. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're still a big, dramatic, happy family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And remember that"Lost Ann" anecdote Papa used to tell? I took a picture of that legendary bricked path by Quirino's resting place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/TD_oT9Lo4QI/AAAAAAAAAVA/dOeoJRYiNoc/s400/DSC_0206+copy.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494365499953832194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Papa, I'm still lost. Hurry and save your little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-9065731061093465249?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/9065731061093465249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=9065731061093465249&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/9065731061093465249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/9065731061093465249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-try.html' title='I try~'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/TD_oSm7mFxI/AAAAAAAAAU4/xKUFsWvFhE4/s72-c/DSC_0195+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-2494880998340522589</id><published>2010-05-01T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T23:59:29.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to ranting~ :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The sharing of good news! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Nodame Cantabile The Movie II (のだめカンタービレ 最終楽章　後編 / Nodame Cantabile Saishu Gakusho Kouhen) is a Japanese movie directed by Hideki Takeuchi. It will be released by Toho in Japan on April 17, 2010. It follows up the events of Nodame Cantabile The Movie I, which was released on December 19, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: With the manga ending, the anime on it's last season and the translation of the Opera-hen on hold due to lack of raws, (please, please, raws please~) this is definitely an oasis for the thirsty NodaChi fans.. :D These two are as adorable as ever.. ^___^ (Though I think Ueno Juri lost too much weight..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.nipponcinema.com/tag/nodame-cantabile-the-movie-ii.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here's the trailer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.nipponcinema.com/v2/play.swf?config=http://www.nipponcinema.com/cfg/nodame-cantabile-saishu-gakusho-kouhen-trailer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The new film picks up where the first installment left off—Nodame (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nipponcinema.com/tag/juri-ueno/" title="Juri Ueno" style="background-color: transparent; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 69, 139); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Juri Ueno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;) and Chiaki (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nipponcinema.com/tag/hiroshi-tamaki/" title="Hiroshi Tamaki" style="background-color: transparent; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 69, 139); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hiroshi Tamaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;) mutually decide that it would be for the best if they parted ways for a while so Nodame can practice for an upcoming competition. However, when things don’t go her way, she gets impatient and depressed. While Nodame is away, Chiaki’s former pianist Rui Son (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nipponcinema.com/tag/yu-yamada/" title="Yu Yamada" style="background-color: transparent; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 69, 139); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yu Yamada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;) returns to take her place. To make matters worse, Rui and Chiaki are set to play the song Nodame dreams of playing with Chiaki herself: Ravel’s “Concerto in G Minor”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~*0*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. The Girl Who Leapt Through Time (時をかける少女 / Toki o Kakeru Shojo ) is an upcoming live-action adaptation of a manga by Yasutaka Tsutsui directed by Masaaki Taniguchi. It will be released by stylejam in March 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: One of my favorites, I really love Ghibli Studios.. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.nipponcinema.com/tag/the-girl-who-leapt-through-time-live-action.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here's the trailer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.nipponcinema.com/v2/play.swf?config=http://www.nipponcinema.com/cfg/tokikake-live-action-trailer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="276"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The film stars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nipponcinema.com/tag/riisa_naka/" title="Riisa Naka" style="background-color: transparent; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 69, 139); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Riisa Naka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  (the voice of Makoto in the 2006 animated film) as Akari, the 18-year-old daughter of the protagonist of the original novel, Kazuko Yoshiyama (played by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nipponcinema.com/tag/narumi_yasuda/" title="Narumi Yasuda" style="background-color: transparent; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 69, 139); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Narumi Yasuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;). When Kazuko is injured in a car accident and falls into a coma, Akari leaps back in time to the 70s to seek out her mother’s first love, Kazuo Fukamachi. Instead, she meets a college student named Ryota (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nipponcinema.com/tag/akiyoshi_nakao/" title="Akiyoshi Nakao" style="background-color: transparent; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 69, 139); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Akiyoshi Nakao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;) who helps her with her search&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~*0*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. BECK is an upcoming live-action Japanese movie directed byYukihiko Tsutsumi. It’s based on a manga by Harold Sakuishi which was originally serialized from 2000-2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: This is the only anime I watched with Arvin, so this is really special. We're looking forward to it. (See? I got his interest when I told him that there's a movie adaptation of BECK).. haha.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.nipponcinema.com/tag/beck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here's the trailer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.nipponcinema.com/v2/play.swf?config=http://www.nipponcinema.com/cfg/beck-teaser" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Through a chance encounter with a talented guitarist named Ryusuke Minami (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nipponcinema.com/tag/hiro-mizushima/" title="Hiro Mizushima" style="background-color: transparent; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 69, 139); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hiro Mizushima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;), an ordinary high school student named Koyuki (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nipponcinema.com/tag/takeru-sato/" title="Takeru Sato" style="background-color: transparent; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 69, 139); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Takeru Sato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;) is encouraged to pick up the instrument himself. The two eventually form a band with bassist Taira (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nipponcinema.com/tag/osamu-mukai/" title="Osamu Mukai" style="background-color: transparent; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 69, 139); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Osamu Mukai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;), lead vocalist Chiba (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nipponcinema.com/tag/kenta-kiritani/" title="Kenta Kiritani" style="background-color: transparent; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 69, 139); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kenta Kiritani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;), and drummer Saku (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nipponcinema.com/tag/aoi-nakamura/" title="Aoi Nakamura" style="background-color: transparent; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 69, 139); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aoi Nakamura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;), naming it BECK after Minami’s dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~*0*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. Ooku (大奥) is an upcoming live-action Japanese movie directed by Fuminori Kaneko. It’s being co-distributed by Shochiku and Asmik Ace Entertainment and will be released domestically on October 1, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Based on a popular manga by Fumi Yoshinaga, the film is set in an alternate version of Japan in which a disease has drastically decreased the male population, turning the nation into a matriarchal society. The film will cover the Mizuno arc from volume 1 of the manga. Kazunari Ninomiya will star as Hiroyuki Mizuno, a young man from a poor samurai family who decides to join the palace harem to earn a huge amount of money. Kou Shibasaki will play a new Shogun named Yoshimune who inadvertantly involves Mizuno in a grim tradition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: One word. Awesome.. :) This wouldn't win the "I-Forgot-Which-Award-And-Is-Too-Lazy-To-Google" award for nothing.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.nipponcinema.com/tag/ooku.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here's the teaser, no trailers yet.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.nipponcinema.com/v2/play.swf?config=http://www.nipponcinema.com/cfg/ooku-teaser" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ooku is set in an alternate version of Japan in which a disease has drastically decreased the male population, turning the nation into a matriarchal society in which young men are treated as a precious commodity never to be risked in sports or war. Hiroyuki Mizuno (Ninomiya) is a commoner from a struggling samurai family who isn’t allowed to marry the woman he loves because he’s too poor to afford that right. To earn money for his family, he decides to enter Ooku (the palace), where young men like him are simply added to a harem as a status symbol for the wealthy and powerful. Mizuno quickly establishes himself as someone not be be trifled with, setting himself apart from the other men. However, when the unmarried Yoshimune (Shibasaki) takes over as Shogun and chooses Mizuno as her first consort, a long-standing Ooku tradition threatens to cut their relationship very short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~*0*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:georgia, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Disappearance of Haruhi Suzumiya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (涼宮ハルヒの消失 / Suzumiya Haruhi no Shoshitsu) is an upcoming Japanese animated film based on the fourth light novel of the Haruhi Suzumiya series of the same name. It’s currently being produced by Kyoto Animation and will be released in Japanese theaters in spring 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:georgia, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:georgia, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.nipponcinema.com/tag/the-disappearance-of-haruhi-suzumiya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:georgia, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:georgia, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No trailers though.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So there, all the good movies I'm hoping to see this year.. :) I was sure that there's an adaptation of Haruki Murakami's Norwegian Wood starring Ken'ichi Matsuyama as Watanabe but I didn't see any info on that yet except for this Wikipedia article:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norwegian_Wood_(novel)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norwegian_Wood_(novel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We'll wait and see then.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Back to my wormhole again~ Jaa ne! ^0^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;** all from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nipponcinema.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://www.nipponcinema.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-2494880998340522589?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/2494880998340522589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=2494880998340522589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/2494880998340522589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/2494880998340522589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-to-ranting-d.html' title='Back to ranting~ :D'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-5824259959343415490</id><published>2010-03-01T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T05:47:08.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dehado?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everybody I know seem to get promoted these days to some higher position. Most of them have acquired some managerial/ supervisory role, upped to become an admin or dropped the 'Associate' from their title. It's somehow unnerving for somebody like me who started working the same time as them. Envy and jealousy. Yeah, I know these are not so nice emotions to harbor but heck more than being envious and jealous, I really am sad to see them leave me behind career wise. I am truly, from-the-bottom-of-my-heart happy for my friends and I won't wish anything but the best for them. They've worked long and hard to get where they are unlike me who has worked halfheartedly and yes, I am fully aware that the only person to blame is the same person who's writing this blog post. Argh, I didn't work hard enough Essiehime, so shoot me. @__@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run after them, get my ass off my chair and move it.&lt;br /&gt;Easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;Where to start?&lt;br /&gt;Here?&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/279802968248903105-5824259959343415490?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/5824259959343415490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=5824259959343415490&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5824259959343415490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5824259959343415490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2010/03/dehado.html' title='Dehado?'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-4795266631266326730</id><published>2010-02-22T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T02:27:25.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work, Essie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back and work ("to" in Nihongo means "and")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back, like my back pains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Work, the cause of the pains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lol, word pun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;So there, my 2-week "vacation" ended in a snap. I didn't finish the novel I was hoping to finish but I got to spend time with family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can barely wait for July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-4795266631266326730?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/4795266631266326730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=4795266631266326730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/4795266631266326730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/4795266631266326730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-to-work-essie.html' title='Back to work, Essie!'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-898050983297887463</id><published>2010-02-14T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:20:26.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haaaaay~</title><content type='html'>Tadaima!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I stayed in front of the computer. My lower back was really aching these past few weeks so I couldn't go online much. It's been really hard for me to sit even on a padded couch, much more on a hard stool but after the PT, I could say it's gotten better, yey! Hooray for Pain and Rehab! *clap clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I was diagnosed to have Lumbarsomething Somethingscoliosis. Basta, scoliosis! I guess my spine's curving left, uwaaaa~ Here's the Xray, you'd get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/S3ewv_KasOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/cfYji-J4qTs/s1600-h/scolio.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/S3ewv_KasOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/cfYji-J4qTs/s400/scolio.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438009413528629474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perpendicular line was suppose to hit the middle of the spine but it doesn't, so there. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;del&gt;Whatever. I'm a tech support, so ask me about Internet connectivity questions, I might be able to answer them but not this. Toink.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm surfing the net like crazy right now. Uploading pictures, visiting blogs, checking my DA, whew~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to finish my 10 chapters, uwaaaa~ I hope Miss Hazel would still accept my supah supah late work.. Y__________Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaa ne! ^0^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-898050983297887463?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/898050983297887463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=898050983297887463&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/898050983297887463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/898050983297887463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2010/02/haaaaay.html' title='haaaaay~'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/S3ewv_KasOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/cfYji-J4qTs/s72-c/scolio.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-8883566734393426917</id><published>2010-02-03T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:50:32.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Kazehaya-kun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something fuwa fuwa~ nyehehehe.. Click to view full reso.. :D&lt;br /&gt;L - R, onegaishimasu! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/S2k27YrbwDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/URSnwtEd8Ak/s1600-h/poor+kazehayakun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 780px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/S2k27YrbwDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/URSnwtEd8Ak/s400/poor+kazehayakun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433934819264020530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love Kimi ni Todoke, it's something that brightens up my week, aside from the Nodame Final-Hen and Nodame Opera-Hen updates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, Kazehaya-kun's so slow, even in the manga! Aggggrh!&lt;br /&gt;(But I guess that's his lovable point.. :D)&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/279802968248903105-8883566734393426917?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/8883566734393426917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=8883566734393426917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/8883566734393426917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/8883566734393426917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2010/02/poor-kazehaya-kun.html' title='Poor Kazehaya-kun!'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/S2k27YrbwDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/URSnwtEd8Ak/s72-c/poor+kazehayakun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-1144366931012264793</id><published>2010-01-18T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T02:28:18.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nyah~</title><content type='html'>Oh, I'm still alive! Just a quick, err, rant. Go along now, move it, there's not much to read.. Happy New Year by the way.. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm prematurely breaking out of my shell again. I keep telling myself that it's not yet time and I have to stay inside just a bit longer, before I test my wobbling feet on the less greener, harsher green fields. I guess I'm just too sick of my comfort zone and I'm really eager to get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I guess I'm just too sick of my comfort zone and I'm really eager to get out.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- Oh my, I know I'm gonna regret saying that in the future.&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Quarter life crisis sucks, if there's such a thing. I think this is more of self-imposed worrying. Heck, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-1144366931012264793?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/1144366931012264793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=1144366931012264793&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/1144366931012264793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/1144366931012264793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2010/01/nyah.html' title='Nyah~'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-6136371334682598722</id><published>2009-12-06T05:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T05:17:26.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yey! ^0^/"/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SxutLAMjv3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/UBPk9wJBD5c/s1600-h/rpotato_otaku_kaichou_wa_maid_sama_chapter_44.01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SxutLAMjv3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/UBPk9wJBD5c/s400/rpotato_otaku_kaichou_wa_maid_sama_chapter_44.01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412109781758623602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Usui and Misaki/ Misao-chan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The October issue of &lt;cite class="e company"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/company.php?id=817"&gt;Hakusensha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;'s Monthly &lt;cite class="e anime"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/anime.php?id=4526"&gt;LaLa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt; magazine will announce on Monday that a television anime adaptation of &lt;cite class="e person"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/people.php?id=65433"&gt;Hiro Fujiwara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;'s &lt;cite&gt;&lt;cite class="e anime"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/manga.php?id=8079"&gt;Kaichou wa Maid-sama!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt; &lt;cite class="e lexicon"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/lexicon.php?id=3"&gt;shōjo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span&gt; manga has been green-lit.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The romantic comedy centers on the student council head named Misaki Ayuzawa who despises the mostly male, slovenly population at her school, which was once an all-boys school. However, Misaki's most handsome schoolmate just discovered her secret — that she works afterschool at a maid café. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite class="e company"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/company.php?id=11"&gt;Tokyopop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt; is &lt;a href="http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/news/2008-07-05/tokyopop-anonunces-new-manga-titles"&gt;publishing&lt;/a&gt; the second volume of the manga this month under the &lt;cite class="e anime"&gt;Maid Sama!&lt;/cite&gt; title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;From: http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/news/2009-08-21/kaichou-wa-maid-sama-shojo-manga-gets-tv-anime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey! Something to look forward to aside from the 3rd season of Nodame Cantabile! ^_______^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No serious updates, things are still... Uhm... Too heavy.. -_-;&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/279802968248903105-6136371334682598722?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/6136371334682598722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=6136371334682598722&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/6136371334682598722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/6136371334682598722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2009/12/yey-0.html' title='Yey! ^0^/&quot;/'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SxutLAMjv3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/UBPk9wJBD5c/s72-c/rpotato_otaku_kaichou_wa_maid_sama_chapter_44.01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-4617729478225680421</id><published>2009-11-16T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:58:27.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random. Rant. Rawr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/?action=view&amp;amp;current=th030_.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/th030_.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rant. Rant. Rant. Rant. Rawwwrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I need to upgrade my PC, ASAP!! Now that I got Nirvana, editing in PS has been a pain in the butt, especially now that I'm loading 100+ pictures of my camwhore family and friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Speaking of camwhoring, I had to delete some of my downloaded stuff  (Kimi Wa Petto, noooooo!~ Y__Y) to make way for the pictures. I only had 3GB for my C drive and 2GB for my D drive left, on an 80GB HDD, when I purchased Nirvana. Talk about needing space! @___@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Better eyesight, can somebody tell me where to find them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I want to attend Japanese/ German/ Photography/ Lighting/ Graphic designing classes! My major plans for 2010.. :D Learn, learn, learn new stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I still can't believe Nodame Cantabile's through. I don't have any reason to keep this internet connection any more. Goodbye, cruel cyber world! Lol. Whatever.I'm just pretty sad that one of my most loved couple is finally bidding bye bye. No more updates. *sob* But I'm thrilled because they would be releasing an Encore of the manga on December 2009 featuring minor characters like Masumi, Kuroki and everybody else! ^____^ .. and then there's the 3rd season of the anime, scheduled on January 2010.. Haaaaaay.. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I'm in love with Kimi ni Todoke! I've been stalking the manga and never realized that there was an anime of it already. Thank God for forums and fangirls! Banzaiiiii! \"\^0^/"/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- OK, will post again later. (If given time.. I'll be back, blog-kun!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-4617729478225680421?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/4617729478225680421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=4617729478225680421&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/4617729478225680421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/4617729478225680421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2009/11/rant-rawr.html' title='Random. Rant. Rawr.'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-5853568844986085739</id><published>2009-10-29T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:45:03.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Niravana and Iori.. :D</title><content type='html'>Nirvana. &lt;a href="http://www.dpreview.com/reviews/nikond60/"&gt;Nikon D60&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was bought from &lt;a href="http://www.tipidpc.com/ratings.php?username=blue801"&gt;blue001&lt;/a&gt; of tipidpc.com.. :D I was originally planning to buy a Canon 450d but the cost, even of a 2nd hand, made me cry. When I consulted my friends who share the same interest, they advised me to get a cheaper but competitive DSLR which, as you can see, is the Nikon d60.. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-o-o-o-o-o-o-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iori. &lt;a href="https://www.odmshop.com/online/collection_details.php?pid=13&amp;amp;id=25"&gt;o.d.m. DD100A-2 Play&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she was unexpected. Adam, Nirvana's previous owner, initially wanted us to meet at MRT Ayala station but I insisted we meet at Starbucks Petron Dasma since I was with Arvin and since he works there, I could sit and relax while waiting.. :) The only thing I somehow expected was for Arvin to treat me to was a Hazelnut Green Tea frappuccino (which is more of a habit than a whim) but lo and behold, he got me Iori.. :D Yeah, you read it right, he bought Iori for my silver year anniversary, the o. d. m. watch I've always wanted. ^0^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Suos_GKF0rI/AAAAAAAAATs/tiADc5OCnlo/s1600-h/DSC_0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Suos_GKF0rI/AAAAAAAAATs/tiADc5OCnlo/s400/DSC_0086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398176565853278898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(Click on the picture for the humongous picture! :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you Adam for the D60! I'll take good care of it and I'm counting on your words. ^______^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and Hoshikuzu, Aishiteru yo. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, it would still be a happy happy birthday. ^0^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-5853568844986085739?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/5853568844986085739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=5853568844986085739&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5853568844986085739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5853568844986085739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2009/10/meet-niravana-and-iori-d.html' title='Meet Niravana and Iori.. :D'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Suos_GKF0rI/AAAAAAAAATs/tiADc5OCnlo/s72-c/DSC_0086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-6893535587162945980</id><published>2009-10-15T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:58:39.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You There, Kurt?</title><content type='html'>I think I need a drastic change in my life and I know the easiest change that I can make is to resign from my work and look for another one. But you see,  I am really inching towards the goal of being a photographer/ graphic artist for the past years and as I've said before, I think I'm becoming too visual so that might be a perfect job for me. I've been scouting for cameras, stalking great photographers in DA, checking out editing lessons and downloading e-books about photography and digital artistry to back up my career nirvana. I can barely wait for my Christmas bonus to get the ball rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Death came for Popsie faster than I can say Christmas and  smashed all my happy thoughts. In my 24 years of existence, I experienced my first heart break. It weighed me down, one regretful tear after another. But persistence prevailed, and somehow I was still in flight. Slow and dragging. like a bee with honey in its belly. And when I've finally gathered all my broken thoughts, Lola decided to stay 82 forever and this time Death shook all the pixie dusts away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was Wendy, no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;So forgive me if it's hard for me to keep my optimism these days. I feel like dragging the days to the point where I am back to my old, worry-free self or fast-forward it to a time when the pain already said bye bye. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh sh*t, no crying please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, forgive me if I think some problems are rather childish compared to what I am going through at the moment. That's the major reason why I hated going to work the whole time my Lola was hospitalized and even after she was buried, I can't imagine what my reaction would be if a customer would rant on my ears about their internet connection problem like it's the end of the world. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;You fcuk*ng asshole, give me my Popsie and Lola back and I'll give you your internet connection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, and yes, I still want to pursue nirvana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-6893535587162945980?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/6893535587162945980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=6893535587162945980&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/6893535587162945980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/6893535587162945980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2009/10/are-you-there-kurt.html' title='Are You There, Kurt?'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-5136217227630419559</id><published>2009-09-28T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T04:43:19.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmn..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It is whilst living in that home that Hagu develops her skill in drawing and painting, her only past-time, though she finds nothing to sketch save for the never-changing view she has from her porch, varying only in seasons.  - from http://myanimelist.net&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I'm not in the mood to elaborate but I think I understand Hagu's feeling a bit better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SsCWz2hFDyI/AAAAAAAAASc/YcqKjK4GeHM/s1600-h/270920092017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SsCWz2hFDyI/AAAAAAAAASc/YcqKjK4GeHM/s200/270920092017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386470971886866210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SsCW0YjPQjI/AAAAAAAAASk/rY47pFei4Ek/s1600-h/270920092018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SsCW0YjPQjI/AAAAAAAAASk/rY47pFei4Ek/s200/270920092018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386470981022728754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SsCWzWKaqwI/AAAAAAAAASU/KMrFJ5DEOaY/s1600-h/200920091955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SsCWzWKaqwI/AAAAAAAAASU/KMrFJ5DEOaY/s200/200920091955.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386470963201878786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SsCYqoGGVuI/AAAAAAAAAS8/cukq-V6aElA/s1600-h/260920092002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SsCYqoGGVuI/AAAAAAAAAS8/cukq-V6aElA/s200/260920092002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386473012420040418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SsCYp8LbGII/AAAAAAAAASs/8BwKNAh3GYU/s1600-h/hagu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SsCYp8LbGII/AAAAAAAAASs/8BwKNAh3GYU/s200/hagu1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386473000631212162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SsCYqBoP2UI/AAAAAAAAAS0/T5S9BCGSMVQ/s1600-h/hagu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SsCYqBoP2UI/AAAAAAAAAS0/T5S9BCGSMVQ/s200/hagu2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386473002094287170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was taken from the window of PGH Room 703.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first three were taken when Lola's taking a nap and I was sick of watching TV and playing with Hime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, everybody had their elaborate picture and story of  'the Ondoy experience' but all I got when the storm was raging is the 4th picture. (Not that I'm jealous of their experience or anything, I am deeply thankful that the worst I had to deal with was to hold Hime's light so that the nurse can feed Lola.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth and sixth were the pictures after the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so being able to see the same scene over and over through some part of the room is the only likeness of my situation with Hagu's, everything else is very ['essie'].. =) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;del style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;besides, only the weather changes, not the season.. O___o&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPOILER WARNING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. and Nodame's.... Huwaaaaa.. Y_Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SsCdcO7KTCI/AAAAAAAAATU/7okbrvBAXg4/s1600-h/huwaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SsCdcO7KTCI/AAAAAAAAATU/7okbrvBAXg4/s320/huwaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386478262703246370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually, you'd see the spoiler on the side bar. Here's the bigger pic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SsCdq9oPNzI/AAAAAAAAATc/u4AgAC7Wf9A/s1600-h/waaaaa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SsCdq9oPNzI/AAAAAAAAATc/u4AgAC7Wf9A/s400/waaaaa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386478515758511922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwaaaa.. Y_Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*There there essie, you can make it through..There, there, you brave otaku..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm off to work tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SsCeOVDFH2I/AAAAAAAAATk/ks7q3wy1awI/s1600-h/nerdy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SsCeOVDFH2I/AAAAAAAAATk/ks7q3wy1awI/s200/nerdy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386479123340533602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Blah. &lt;/span&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/279802968248903105-5136217227630419559?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/5136217227630419559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=5136217227630419559&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5136217227630419559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5136217227630419559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2009/09/hmmn.html' title='Hmmn..'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SsCWz2hFDyI/AAAAAAAAASc/YcqKjK4GeHM/s72-c/270920092017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-5815191179467153935</id><published>2009-09-22T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:43:25.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress busters.. :3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Srj-mn50-rI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZJ38YeIldFQ/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Srj-mn50-rI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZJ38YeIldFQ/s320/Image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384333294021442226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dear Lola was sent to the hospital last September 16th and I've been helping my Tita and my Mom nurse her since. I really respect nurses now, such dedication and guts! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;(with all the needles, blood, phlegm, etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oooops, stop reading the first part of this post if you're eating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home tonight feeling exhausted and hopeful at the same time. Lola has regained her strength but it's a pain in the heart every time the nurse does phlegm suctions. Unlike the past few days when Lola has always been asleep, she's now concious most of the time which is good but that also means she can feel the pain every time they do something to her. So today, I've been mostly holding Lola's hand to give her courage and been running around the hospital (you can now call the Essie, the PGH Tour Guide, lol.) to pay bills and stuff which really is energy zapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading the manga Kimi wa Pet by Ogawa Yayoi  to distress and thank God there has been a mass upload of the series in Mangafox recently. I started watching the drama a year ago but for unknown reasons, I dropped it. I'm planning on picking it up again once everything settles down because Matsujun is so cuuuuute there. lol. :D Haha, it's because of him and because I love Goda Takeshi's character. Maybe because I'm also in need of a &lt;del&gt;hot&lt;/del&gt; pet these days that's why I found his character so appealing. Nyuhuhuhuhuhu~ :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, I found these Matsujun vids on http://jdorama.com.. =) Anti-stresssss! Weeee ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PJhuCsrOxhM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PJhuCsrOxhM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I can't believe he sang this one. Always been a fave... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nV9kuTSKUM4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nV9kuTSKUM4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;.. and this one is so funny. So this is the "Jin" Akanishi Paula is talking about.. haha.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, I just wanted to post something up before snuggling beside Hoshikuzu.. ^___^ v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Teehee, I'm officially a Matsumoto Jun fan now! Better late than never! :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's &lt;a href="http://www.mangafox.com/manga/kimi_wa_pet/"&gt;Kimi wa Pet&lt;/a&gt;, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and oh, please continue praying for Lola because we can all see it's working! Aja! ^0^/"/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everybody! *huuuuuuugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Srj-HAn13HI/AAAAAAAAASE/EDpECVH47Og/s1600-h/boing.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Srj-HAn13HI/AAAAAAAAASE/EDpECVH47Og/s200/boing.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384332750901075058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boing! O___o&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/279802968248903105-5815191179467153935?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/5815191179467153935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=5815191179467153935&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5815191179467153935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5815191179467153935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2009/09/stress-busters-3.html' title='Stress busters.. :3'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Srj-mn50-rI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZJ38YeIldFQ/s72-c/Image013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-3434592241345921515</id><published>2009-09-07T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:30:18.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick post while I'm still engulfed with memories.. :D</title><content type='html'>I'm actually cleaning my closet right now but I just had to stop and say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep a diary, It's fun r&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SqUB_YjDU9I/AAAAAAAAARw/y9SYfDcc5qQ/s1600-h/IMG_5386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SqUB_YjDU9I/AAAAAAAAARw/y9SYfDcc5qQ/s320/IMG_5386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378707518396781522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eading them after 8 years! I mean it. It's HILARIOUS, I tell you! I just can't stop myself from laughing! *rofl*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the diary I was keeping back my HS Senior years and it's really a trip down loonville and memory lane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found entries about the Student Council elections, my despair over Harry Ortilla, my secret crush on Richmond, my escapades in Manila City Hall as Secretary to the City Council, the events I organized, Momsie and Popsie's birthday, the little misunderstandings I had with AINJELEs and how we made up and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;my never ending battle with the fact that High School is almost over and I haven't got myself a boyfriend yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. (which I found pathetic now, I sound so desperate then! LOL!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so... heartwarming. It feels like being in the pensieve. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and also, I now know the date when I wished and prayed for that certain somebody to come into my life. As I've told them before, after 3 dots, he knocked on the door and ended my never ending High School battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;December 5, 2000.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SqXPUA-7vEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/U5M4N94ijzI/s1600-h/nodame.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SqXPUA-7vEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/U5M4N94ijzI/s200/nodame.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378933272732220482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscent&lt;/span&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/279802968248903105-3434592241345921515?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/3434592241345921515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=3434592241345921515&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/3434592241345921515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/3434592241345921515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2009/09/quick-post-while-im-still-engulfed-with.html' title='A quick post while I&apos;m still engulfed with memories.. :D'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SqUB_YjDU9I/AAAAAAAAARw/y9SYfDcc5qQ/s72-c/IMG_5386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-5483299380478745499</id><published>2009-09-02T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T14:26:14.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jose Molina'/><title type='text'>There goes my hero, watch him as he goes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="blog-title-wrapper"&gt;Firefly stories&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="blogLastPublished"&gt; 77 Posts, last published on  Jun 21, 2009   – &lt;a href="http://essiehime.blogspot.com/"&gt;View Blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://essiehime.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/icon_new_window.png" alt="View Blog in New Window" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. It's been 2 months, huh. Now that's lazy. Lazy Essie, it sure rhymes. (LOL, nonsense.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;(I promised not to start the next sentence with 'anyway' but I still did it! Gah! Lemme try again! xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, July and August have been very productive months. I've been very  busy reading mangas, as well as Gaiman and Murakami, watching bishies that would be gay if they were real and taking pictures of my more-than-willing-to-model-for-pictures-they-can-post-on-Facebook cousins. See? So dear Blogspot, please don't come kicking and screaming at me, demanding I post something up your site. I even think that the  more appropriate word for the past two months is exhausting, I've been exhausting my eyes from reading 1/2 Ouji &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;del&gt;to meet my daily dose of B Vitamins, go figure!&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, watching Lelouch use his Geass on poor Yuffie &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;del&gt;and for my sanity's sake, it's pronounced as 'gee' - 'as', not like the 1st word of an obsolete shampoo, not like a duck or worse, a transvestite's bottom!&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and worrying about the cat-like rodent that's been creeping up and about our house since my Popsie passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Oh yeah. Papa did pass away last July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. Sheesh, you see Blogspot, after all those essential activities I've been doing, the real reason why I don't want to post anything here is because I'll start to write how much I miss Popsie. Every time I sing, I remember listening to Papa's cassette tape of Neil Sedaka. He said he was part of the choir back his elementary school days and I got my voice from him because Mama has always been tone deaf. Every time I get home from work, I still anticipate seeing him on his favorite chair by his vulcanizing shop either sleeping while seated or smiling at  me to ask if I've had my lunch already. When I sleep, I would suddenly wake and look at the window by my room where Papa would usually spend humid afternoons to cool off. I don't even want to celebrate my birthday this year because he's no longer here to recount the day I was lost in the cemetery and how he rushed and left his lunch untouched when he received the phone call from the cemetery help desk. Thinking about all these memories make me want to leave reality and escape with my paper and tube fantasies. It's overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every time I am being overwhelmed by these thoughts, I stop and think, if this is too painful for me, what about Mama's pain? She's been with him since forever and losing half of your body, heart and soul is no joke. I really regret saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ma, andito pa naman kami eh.."&lt;/span&gt; because now I understand how we, their children, were merely stars in the universe of togetherness they have created way before our existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that, I stop and leave unnecessary things behind to I can support Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be leaving work. LOL. Haha. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;(sorry, the teary-eyed me can't take it any longer so, again, I escape to laughter.. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been away from work for some days now because of some drama I'd rather forget but seriously speaking, I've found something of interest lately and I'm really hoping that I can work some things out with Morpheus &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;(think Gaiman's Sandman, not Matrix!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; before this year ends so I can start my 2010 with a brighter smile.. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, this is a rather lengthy post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, if you've been to Papa's wake or interment  or have offered a prayer for him, or remembered him, or skipped lunch so you can put something inside that little white envelope, or played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terembe&lt;/span&gt; so that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terembe&lt;/span&gt; dealer can give us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;(no, not the skimpy underwear!)&lt;/span&gt;, or have been drunk silly that night and caused commotions, everybody who supported us in their own little big ways, a heartfelt THANK YOU. *huggles* It's rather late, but as I've said, I've been very, eherm, busy.. :p We really really really really appreciate the time and effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and to you Popsie, until we meet again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sp7hy2bACfI/AAAAAAAAARY/C6YrMREUBsk/s1600-h/megumi_thoughtful.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sp7hy2bACfI/AAAAAAAAARY/C6YrMREUBsk/s400/megumi_thoughtful.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376983268845423090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mood: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Thoughtful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-5483299380478745499?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/5483299380478745499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=5483299380478745499&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5483299380478745499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5483299380478745499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-goes-my-hero-watch-him-as-he-goes.html' title='There goes my hero, watch him as he goes..'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sp7hy2bACfI/AAAAAAAAARY/C6YrMREUBsk/s72-c/megumi_thoughtful.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-5853576929116795718</id><published>2009-06-21T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:56:53.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh!</title><content type='html'>Essie wants these!! I'm really dying out of their cuteness.. Nyuuu~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna cry, I've never wanted a toy in my life as much as I want these nendoroids.. Argh, tasukete!! Y_Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sj3efkRBBfI/AAAAAAAAARA/HzSIVoV_76M/s1600-h/2+nendro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sj3efkRBBfI/AAAAAAAAARA/HzSIVoV_76M/s400/2+nendro.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349676566278374898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lucky Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miyuki Takara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;高良 みゆき&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Takara Miyuki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tsukasa Hiiragi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;柊 つかさ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Hiiragi Tsukasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kagami Hiiragi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;柊 かがみ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Hiiragi Kagami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Konata Izumi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;泉 こなた&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Izumi Konata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sj3ef0Rv4FI/AAAAAAAAARI/Un194_A6Egk/s1600-h/gsc_nendoriod_itoshiki_nozomu05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sj3ef0Rv4FI/AAAAAAAAARI/Un194_A6Egk/s400/gsc_nendoriod_itoshiki_nozomu05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349676570576412754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sayonara Setzubou Sensei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nozomu Itoshiki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;糸色 望&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Itoshiki Nozom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sj3efYVGwqI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/B1beA9-WMsY/s1600-h/1+nendo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sj3efYVGwqI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/B1beA9-WMsY/s400/1+nendo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349676563074302626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyon&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;キョン&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mikuru Asahina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;朝比奈 みくる&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Asahina Mikuru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haruhi Suzumiya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;涼宮 ハルヒ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Suzumiya Haruhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuki Nagato&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;長門 有希&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Nagato Yuki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Itsuki Koizumi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;古泉 一樹&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Koizumi Itsuki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sj3iYr87h9I/AAAAAAAAARQ/e98aWW6hszk/s1600-h/dn+nend.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sj3iYr87h9I/AAAAAAAAARQ/e98aWW6hszk/s400/dn+nend.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349680846129039314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Death Note&lt;br /&gt;Misa Amane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;弥 海砂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Amane Misa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_help noprint"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryuk &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;リューク&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Ryūku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_help noprint"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light Yagami &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;夜神 月&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Yagami Raito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_help noprint"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L Lawliet &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;エル・ローライト&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Eru Rōraito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_help noprint"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watari &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;ワタリ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_help noprint"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rem &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;レム&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Remu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_help noprint"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw DN, SHnY and LS nendoroids at Comic Alley (SM Manila) for p550. Gah! Did I say that's per piece?! Double gah!! I can imagine how much I'm gonna be spending for collecting these cuties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I gotta focus, I want a DSLR first!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang tagal ng Decemberrrrrrrrrrr!! (LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;** Sorry, I can't remember all the websites where I took these pictures from. No copyright infringement intended, whatsoever. Thanks for the images.  Characters are also not mine. (See, what you have done to me DeviantArt? I'm so... OC with credits! LOL! But I still love your website, you know that ayt? :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-5853576929116795718?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/5853576929116795718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=5853576929116795718&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5853576929116795718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5853576929116795718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2009/06/essie-wants-these-im-really-dying-out.html' title='Argh!'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sj3efkRBBfI/AAAAAAAAARA/HzSIVoV_76M/s72-c/2+nendro.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-5284837179042097195</id><published>2009-06-08T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T05:52:55.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A word of wisdom from {Kaoru}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I now understand that the feet that pedal this bicycle. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . is mine. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; Posted by &lt;span class="fn"&gt;hungry_young_poet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt; at &lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://tulirongbukol.blogspot.com/2009/02/taking-charge.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2009-02-18T05:36:00-08:00"&gt;5:36 AM&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*dusts pants off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing to find here either. Move along now, just keep on looking.&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/279802968248903105-5284837179042097195?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/5284837179042097195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=5284837179042097195&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5284837179042097195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5284837179042097195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2009/06/word-of-wisdom-from-kaoru-i-now.html' title='A word of wisdom from {Kaoru}'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-2131091702198728942</id><published>2009-06-04T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T07:53:47.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tshirt!</title><content type='html'>Me wants this tee shirt puhrinted! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sii9J3ECvDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/yJWBHEPAuaQ/s1600-h/ihearttsundere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sii9J3ECvDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/yJWBHEPAuaQ/s400/ihearttsundere.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343728934972472370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It reads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsundere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;According to BFF Wiki:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tsundere&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;ツンデレ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_help noprint"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:Japanese" title="Help:Japanese"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_icon" style="padding: 0pt 0.1em; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-decoration: none;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:80;"  &gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japanese_language" title="Japanese language"&gt;Japanese&lt;/a&gt; word for a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Archetype" title="Archetype"&gt;character archetype&lt;/a&gt; which describes a person with a conceited, spiky, combative personality that suddenly becomes modest and loving when triggered by some sort of cause (such as being alone with someone). It can also describe a personality that is good-willed, but its attitude and actions often contradict its nature. Originally found in Japanese &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bish%C5%8Djo_game" title="Bishōjo game"&gt;bishōjo games&lt;/a&gt;, the word is now part of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Otaku" title="Otaku"&gt;otaku&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moe_%28slang%29" title="Moe (slang)"&gt;moe&lt;/a&gt; phenomenon, reaching into other media such as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anime" title="Anime"&gt;anime&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manga" title="Manga"&gt;manga&lt;/a&gt;, novels, and even &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mass_media" title="Mass media"&gt;mass media&lt;/a&gt;. The term &lt;b&gt;tsunderekko&lt;/b&gt; refers to a girl who is a tsundere.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking of posting my favorite male animu characters and I noticed they're all tsunderes. Hence, the tee shirt design. Lol. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://madnessism.deviantart.com/art/Tee-Shirt-Vector-Template-39773099"&gt;t-shirt&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.eyehook.com/free/img/heart.gif"&gt;heart&lt;/a&gt; templates belong to whoever created them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PPS.&lt;br /&gt;It really sucks. I got my internet up again but I can't write a decent update post. I'm becoming too 'visual'. Lol. Whatever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-2131091702198728942?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/2131091702198728942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=2131091702198728942&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/2131091702198728942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/2131091702198728942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2009/06/tshirt.html' title='Tshirt!'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sii9J3ECvDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/yJWBHEPAuaQ/s72-c/ihearttsundere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-7639287446397115414</id><published>2009-05-29T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T07:18:53.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're making my heart ache.. Y_Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NODAME CANTABILE (Manga Chapter 130) SPOILERS AHEAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah! It hurts.. *points chest*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Please read from top to bottom, right to left)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sh_s714MfqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/tYTDd0ePBdc/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sh_s714MfqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/tYTDd0ePBdc/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341248195903913634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sh_s8HRGdAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Wsv2Qj-Fqg8/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sh_s8HRGdAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Wsv2Qj-Fqg8/s400/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341248200571778050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nodame, who's  only reason for playing the piano is her dream to perform on stage with Shinichi-kun, debuted with Stresseman in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Final destination.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It was supposed to be where he is.. But I went there with someone else."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help! It's squeezing my heart.. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-7639287446397115414?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/7639287446397115414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=7639287446397115414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/7639287446397115414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/7639287446397115414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2009/05/youre-making-my-heart-ache-yy.html' title='You&apos;re making my heart ache.. Y_Y'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sh_s714MfqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/tYTDd0ePBdc/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-4353265585701892976</id><published>2009-05-28T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T04:42:15.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Room Meme.. ^_______^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR ROOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Whether you live in a cave, tree, hole, box or just a typical room, there's a LOT to learn about a person by looking at where they live!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sh5wIOmP6vI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Xs9WuiaPdkI/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sh5wIOmP6vI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Xs9WuiaPdkI/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340829494767774450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ello there! Before we look at the actual room, let's get an idea of what you carry with you. Show us your bag and it's contents. (That means keep everything! No removing of tampons, cigs or condoms!) *snickers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sh5xPfcOb7I/AAAAAAAAAOg/9tmT7tcrYh4/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sh5xPfcOb7I/AAAAAAAAAOg/9tmT7tcrYh4/s400/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340830719059849138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet! Now, let's see your bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sh5x9vRPoZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/9SVD8thGdsw/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sh5x9vRPoZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/9SVD8thGdsw/s400/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340831513582739858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How about your wardrobe? Show us your closet/ dresser or just some clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sh5yl1oZR8I/AAAAAAAAAOw/n1ZhSbwEuyU/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sh5yl1oZR8I/AAAAAAAAAOw/n1ZhSbwEuyU/s400/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340832202485221314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How about showing us where you are now? (No, I am not stalking you... Or am I?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sh5zAcy9cmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/2CHpyug0Yhw/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sh5zAcy9cmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/2CHpyug0Yhw/s400/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340832659675116130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The walls can reveal a lot about the personwho loves there. Let's see them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sh5zsdgC6RI/AAAAAAAAAPA/w3jBRn6fGQs/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sh5zsdgC6RI/AAAAAAAAAPA/w3jBRn6fGQs/s400/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340833415778461970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Any other cool things you'd like to share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sh50T1_nBOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/zVB8APmJvhs/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sh50T1_nBOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/zVB8APmJvhs/s400/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340834092368200930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just for the kicks, show us your pets. (If no pets, how about a plushy?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sh502Xigk2I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/B6UkakuoW3A/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sh502Xigk2I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/B6UkakuoW3A/s400/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340834685488501602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cool. Now, could you show me the exit? (That means your door)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sh51Sw4PFkI/AAAAAAAAAPY/rcocBpyqi28/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sh51Sw4PFkI/AAAAAAAAAPY/rcocBpyqi28/s400/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340835173326853698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag! You're it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sh51oJ7v2tI/AAAAAAAAAPg/3eUBRXtkI68/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sh51oJ7v2tI/AAAAAAAAAPg/3eUBRXtkI68/s400/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340835540829723346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God! That was tiring! Haha.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Room Meme was actually intended for DeviantArt because that is where I got the idea but since it has been ages since my last post here, I decided to break down the big file and upload it here. Gawd, look at the font size! I can barely see my own work, I hope you guys can read it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee, it was really fun. I waited until I got my camera and internet back before I created this meme. It's really cute.. ^_______^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, try it! Go go go! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can download the blank meme &lt;a href="http://xtoxicityx.deviantart.com/art/Room-Meme-Blank-74843015"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-4353265585701892976?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/4353265585701892976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=4353265585701892976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/4353265585701892976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/4353265585701892976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2009/05/room-meme.html' title='Room Meme.. ^_______^'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sh5wIOmP6vI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Xs9WuiaPdkI/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-376331819840566492</id><published>2009-05-07T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:18:19.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheese'/><title type='text'>So, now what?</title><content type='html'>Instead of going straight to the bathroom since I woke up late for work last night, I closed my eyes again and drifted in my thoughts without sleeping. I am so guilty for shutting my phone down instead of texting &lt;a href="http://fenomenologik.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raichi&lt;/a&gt; that I don't want to go to work today due to... Well, what would I have told her? That my battery's empty, literally and figuratively?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope my ever kind and understanding lead won't come across my blog or I'm dead. Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of watching history repeating itself. Move Essie, get out of this dreamless land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-376331819840566492?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/376331819840566492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=376331819840566492&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/376331819840566492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/376331819840566492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-now-what.html' title='So, now what?'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-810306850221401266</id><published>2009-05-03T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:49:20.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still in silence</title><content type='html'>.. and will continue to be until June, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I hijacked Arvin's PC, might as well do an update on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.*~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after being quiet for gawd knows how long, I present to you a big chunk of nothingness and randomness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;1.  Meet my newly baptized camera, Jin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? No, I didn't name him after &lt;a href="http://behindinfinity.deviantart.com/"&gt;Jin-sama&lt;/a&gt;. No. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;ughyeahcoughright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Really. It's because Jin in Japanese means "silver", but instead of spelling it as Gin (which reminds me of big bellied drunkards on our street) I spelled it out as Jin which reminds me of nicer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*kya!*&lt;/span&gt; things.. That's the reason! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*uh huh!*&lt;/span&gt; Fine! Moving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it took a surprising amount of okane to send him to a camera clinic in good 'ol Quiapo. They replaced some stuff inside him, waited for about an hour or so and viola! No more white stripes when I take pictures in daylight! He took a big chunk of my summer money but at least I got my camera back. I can use him now for whatever purpose! *insert evil laugh here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sf5zroKpwTI/AAAAAAAAANA/FFt90QDr0Mg/s1600-h/jin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sf5zroKpwTI/AAAAAAAAANA/FFt90QDr0Mg/s200/jin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331826202206912818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jin's generic picture. He does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n't do self portraits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sf52iJt97gI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bn2b4gLz8tk/s1600-h/IMG_3402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sf52iJt97gI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bn2b4gLz8tk/s320/IMG_3402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331829337949597186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm addicted to macro shots at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sf51YXNgY5I/AAAAAAAAANI/LM0yF-0OR2Q/s1600-h/IMG_3363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sf51YXNgY5I/AAAAAAAAANI/LM0yF-0OR2Q/s320/IMG_3363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331828070261220242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;g Rico fixed my camera in a jiffy.&lt;br /&gt;Code name: "That's My Boy, Kilabot ng Quiapo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^____^ v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to San Juan Batangas to look for a resort that fits the team's budget and Jin was put to the test. Here are some of the photos I was able to take with him.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sf6E_ZyVRyI/AAAAAAAAAN4/bdqYroMCJi8/s1600-h/IMG_3650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sf6E_ZyVRyI/AAAAAAAAAN4/bdqYroMCJi8/s200/IMG_3650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331845233641867042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sf6EnmxUXRI/AAAAAAAAANw/VdnBesvfJzo/s1600-h/IMG_3613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sf6EnmxUXRI/AAAAAAAAANw/VdnBesvfJzo/s320/IMG_3613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331844824810413330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sf6FebWPCqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Nx_2YjtPPc8/s1600-h/IMG_3693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sf6FebWPCqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Nx_2YjtPPc8/s200/IMG_3693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331845766636833442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suteki, ne? Not bad for a 3.2 mp camera. A Nikon D40 or a Canon 350D is still on the top of my wish list this year but for now, Jin will do.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*glomps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Kochira wa Hime desu, atashi no PSP desu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;       This is Hime, my PSP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a previously owned PSP. Arvin, as you might know, works in Starbucks and has come in contact with different sorts of people. One of them is a teacher who likes to play magic cards (Magic: The Gathering) when with friends and Yu-Gi-Oh on his PSP when he's alone. (He doesn't like card games, believe me!) He offered his PSP for sale, assured that it's working well and the rest is... ja ja ja jannnnnn.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sf53It9hi1I/AAAAAAAAANY/M_ZlhOW3ouQ/s1600-h/IMG_3390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sf53It9hi1I/AAAAAAAAANY/M_ZlhOW3ouQ/s320/IMG_3390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331830000513551186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Super up close and personal with Hime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;And yeah, that's my girl Yoko from TTGL at the BG. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sf6MqamyYeI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Cu6axYcJ6qg/s1600-h/psp+doy+and+joanna.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sf6MqamyYeI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Cu6axYcJ6qg/s320/psp+doy+and+joanna.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331853669177647586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;My brother and his girlfriend, Joanna, giving Hime a try..&lt;br /&gt;She's addictive, ne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am so addicted to Patapon and to Tenchu right now. Haven't played anything significant yet but I already have Monster Hunter 2 in it. Too bad &lt;a href="http://www.thessddboy.com/"&gt;Lio-kun&lt;/a&gt; messed with his PSP and somehow unHacked it (if that is the term.. xD). Tsk tsk, we could've crammed ourselves again in PVP's 3-seater but the only difference is you can't tease me anymore about being out of place since I already have Hime.. :p Hurry back, Lio! Wait for me, Beanskie! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;3. Black, finally! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more happy news but this one is about Arvin. He's been working in Starbucks for almost two years now and I am very pleased to say that he was finally given a chance to be a black apron wearing barrista. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sf5_sQP7gZI/AAAAAAAAANo/-Pd6HlT5A5I/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sf5_sQP7gZI/AAAAAAAAANo/-Pd6HlT5A5I/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331839407105999250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Coffee Master Kuma-kun.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, he's a coffee master now. Banzai! Quick, ask him about coffee pairings and flavor and ask him to do your drink. He's in Sbux Petron Dasmariñas Village, Makati. Near Dusit Hotel, ahahaha.. xD &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*feels like a super proud Mom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. The bear in the picture is not wearing a coffee master's apron. Just a Black Apron, an Sbux coffee. The coffee master apron has "Coffee Master" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with a coffee leaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; design in front. And I am actually quite serious about the asking stuff, coffee masters are the one you can ask anything about coffee in any sbux store.. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeheeeheee, so there.. Updates of some sort on this blog. I might be posting something else later. Once I get the time and a DSL connection to do it.. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everybody! ^0^/"/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-810306850221401266?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/810306850221401266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=810306850221401266&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/810306850221401266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/810306850221401266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-in-silence.html' title='Still in silence'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/Sf5zroKpwTI/AAAAAAAAANA/FFt90QDr0Mg/s72-c/jin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-8434326435549668937</id><published>2009-03-25T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:02:43.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR AFFAIR IS OVER</title><content type='html'>Dear Arvin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OUR AFFAIR IS OVER&lt;/span&gt;. I think I realized it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHEN YOUR DOG HUMPED MY LEG AT THE MENTAL HOSPITAL&lt;/span&gt; and I saw you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SIT ON MY ILLEGITIMATE CHILD IN GHANA&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sure you're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FROSTBITTEN&lt;/span&gt; enough to understand &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT I GET TURNED ON ONLY BY GARBAGE MEN&lt;/span&gt;. I'm returning &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOUR HANNAH MONTANA UNDERWEAR&lt;/span&gt; to you, but I'll keep &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOUR NEIGHBOR'S DOG&lt;/span&gt; as a memory. You should also know that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I TOLD IN MY CONFESSION TODAY ABOUT THE MOOSE POACHING&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU RUINED MY ATTEMPTS AT ANOTHER WORLD WAR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GO MILK A COW&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Essie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gyahahaha, ang kulet nito Glads! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how you do it: :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (someone you recently talked to),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, (1). I think I realized it (2) (3) and I saw you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4)(5). I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) and (11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12),&lt;br /&gt;Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What's the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - I'm in love with your cat&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I’m joining the Convent&lt;br /&gt;Black -Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Green- Our socks don't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a leprechaun&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself for candy&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - Purple hedgehogs want to destroy you&lt;br /&gt;Other -I dislike your eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night you picked your nose&lt;br /&gt;February -When I quoted Forrest Gump&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;May - When I threw up in your sock drawer&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July – When I saw the purple monkey&lt;br /&gt;August - When you smacked my ass&lt;br /&gt;September - Last year when you peed your pants&lt;br /&gt;October - When we skinny dipped in the bathtub&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog humped my leg&lt;br /&gt;December - When I finally changed my underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Chicken- In your car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of your office&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad – As you were eating Kraft Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kebab - With Jean Chrétien&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In a clown suit&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Elton John concert&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a street light&lt;br /&gt;Annat- With George Bush and Stephen Harper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What's the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Red - Put whipped cream on&lt;br /&gt;Black - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - bit of&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the pants off of&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What's the color of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Black - My boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey – The Catholic Priest&lt;br /&gt;Brown – The Montreal Canadian’s goalie&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My corned beef hash&lt;br /&gt;Red – My knee caps&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My salt-beef bucket&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My illegitimate child in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Blink 182 cd&lt;br /&gt;Pink – Your ‘My Little Pony’ collection&lt;br /&gt;Other --The elephant in the corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Heroes- Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons- Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;American Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Open&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;Annat -shamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful you are&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That I get turned on only by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your smell makes me vomit&lt;br /&gt;Depressed – That we’re related&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That I may pee my pants&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east is planning their revenge on you&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Ford sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That you need a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Silly - That I'm allergic to your earlobes&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That there is no solution to you being a dumb kid&lt;br /&gt;Other - That your driving sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White - Your toe ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters to me&lt;br /&gt;Red - The pictures from Vegas&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your pet rock&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - Your car&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your nose hair clippers&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy underwear&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old New Kids on the Block blanket&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your Hannah Montana underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Your photo with the moustache drawn on it&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbors dog&lt;br /&gt;G/H - The oil tank from your car&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;K/L - The results of that blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your glass eye&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X – Your sucide note&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your credit cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Love your sweet, sweet ass&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Always will remember the pep talks&lt;br /&gt;E/F -Never will forget that night&lt;br /&gt;G/H – Will not tell the authorites that you stole the whale from the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;I/J – Mocked you behind your back constantly&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Hate your cooking&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about the moose poaching&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Told my psychiatrist about the bruises&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Always wanted to break your legs&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of your feet&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Will try to forget that you broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Haven’t showered in a month&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z – am better off without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Wine- Our friendship is ruined&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink – I’m off to lead a new life as a lemon&lt;br /&gt;Soda – I will haunt you when I’m reincarnated as an Eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building is on fire&lt;br /&gt;Water – I'm scratching my butt as you read this&lt;br /&gt;Cider– I have a passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice – You ruined my attempts at another world war&lt;br /&gt;Mineral/Vitamin water – You should get that embarrassing rash checked&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate – Your Cucumber-fetishism is weird&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey - I love Oprah Winfrey&lt;br /&gt;Beer – Thanks for the Cocaine&lt;br /&gt;Other – you should stop picking your nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand – Warm tingly sensations&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Best of luck on the sex change&lt;br /&gt;France - Love always&lt;br /&gt;Spain - With tears of sadness&lt;br /&gt;China – You make me sick&lt;br /&gt;Germany – Please don’t hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go milk a cow&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;USA - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt – Kiss my butt&lt;br /&gt;England - Go drown yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-8434326435549668937?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/8434326435549668937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=8434326435549668937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/8434326435549668937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/8434326435549668937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-affair-is-over.html' title='OUR AFFAIR IS OVER'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-600683012831297825</id><published>2009-03-22T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T06:17:50.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really quick update..:D</title><content type='html'>Today's Mach 22, 2009..Tomorrow's Chingyorakugan's photoshoot, weeee.. Ureshii!^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I've got to have my DSL back so I can upload pics.. And update this blog. Hahaha.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe I'm inside a computer rental shop. Weeehehehe, feels weird.. :P (arthy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be updating this very very very soon.. ^0^/"/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaa ne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-600683012831297825?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/600683012831297825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=600683012831297825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/600683012831297825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/600683012831297825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2009/03/really-quick-updated.html' title='Really quick update..:D'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-821908621069493657</id><published>2009-02-16T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:29:37.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My DSL got disconnected, that's the reason for this hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's because of an unforeseen Takemoto mode which may result to another drastic financial roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, it's the DSL. And my laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sad.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/sad.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-821908621069493657?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/821908621069493657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=821908621069493657&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/821908621069493657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/821908621069493657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-dsl-got-disconnected-thats-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-5995558360422944495</id><published>2009-01-22T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:54:01.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uyyy, excited~... ^__^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Nakushita yakusoku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; wa hoshi ni,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;The promise I lost will rise to the stars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; Omoide wa tokenai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt; my memories will not f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;ade..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SXhxdtdzSPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/m8NDEBGMEHs/s1600-h/essie_ady_uli+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SXhxdtdzSPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/m8NDEBGMEHs/s400/essie_ady_uli+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294106117208754418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A recycled photo from our old Honey and Clover theme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d photo shoot.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My moon face was definitely showing on the picture above but I am posting it because this was one of the lucky, super rare picture where Vhojie-daisensei caught my eyes &lt;del&gt;somehow&lt;/del&gt; open. (They're always open but since the scenes were mostly taken with my head bowed down and since my eyes are really, really humongous, I look like a sleepwalker having seizures! Gah!) Gosh, if given a chance, I would like to re-shoot this theme but this time, without the extra bags on my cheeks.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a layout to clear my thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SXh5VnWJ3YI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/SKMLnXJyQ3k/s1600-h/what_my+head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SXh5VnWJ3YI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/SKMLnXJyQ3k/s400/what_my+head.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294114774220135810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;The dots on the the two "i"s on essiehime, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;emo overload on green background..:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. which has been fogged up lately. I miss photoshop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-5995558360422944495?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/5995558360422944495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=5995558360422944495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5995558360422944495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5995558360422944495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2009/01/nakushita-yakusoku-wa-hoshi-ni-promise.html' title='Uyyy, excited~... ^__^'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SXhxdtdzSPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/m8NDEBGMEHs/s72-c/essie_ady_uli+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-5001866210966579622</id><published>2009-01-20T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:52:22.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>らい (in hiragana)</title><content type='html'>Drafts for Murasaki..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that I remind her of herself when she was younger. I looked at Murasaki's smile (which at certain times, doesn't reach her eyes) and said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait, wait.. Matte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't really remember what I said as a response back then.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmn, maybe I only uttered a brief "Talaga..?" like I usually do then went on with another topic, or I might've asked her to explain "Why?" so I can satisfy my curiosity or perhaps I just smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe that's it. I might've smiled because until now, I can remember how pleased I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How should I put it? I was pleased because Murasaki has a certain charm, one that I've never seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt; I look and you and wonder, how can a fragile being bear so much pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;When you're too tired, you can always let go. We'll be ready with a super glue to put the shattered pieces together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-5001866210966579622?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/5001866210966579622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=5001866210966579622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5001866210966579622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5001866210966579622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='らい (in hiragana)'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-1053806944273730863</id><published>2009-01-17T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:42:35.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Your children are not your children.&lt;br /&gt; They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.&lt;br /&gt; They come through you but not from you,&lt;br /&gt; And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You may give them your love but not your thoughts,&lt;br /&gt; For they have their own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;  You may house their bodies but not their souls,&lt;br /&gt; For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.&lt;br /&gt; You may strive to be like them,&lt;br /&gt;but seek not to make them like you.&lt;br /&gt; For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You are the bows from which your children&lt;br /&gt;as living arrows are sent forth.&lt;br /&gt; The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,&lt;br /&gt;and He bends you with His might&lt;br /&gt;that His arrows may go swift and far.&lt;br /&gt; Let our bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;&lt;br /&gt; For even as He loves the arrow that flies,&lt;br /&gt;so He loves also the bow that is stable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kahlil Gibran&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~*o0o*~*o0o*~*o0o*~*o0o*~*o0o*~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-1053806944273730863?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/1053806944273730863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=1053806944273730863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/1053806944273730863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/1053806944273730863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-children.html' title='On Children'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-3659634764241386510</id><published>2009-01-16T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T06:05:02.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omoide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I think most of the people in the office see me as a very bubbly, optimistic, all-smiling &lt;del&gt;kawaii&lt;/del&gt; girl next door who, as the cliche goes, doesn't even know how to wash the dishes. (Something like that) I guess that's because I presented myself as an anime loving meatball who loves blurting out random Japanese words while holding out a V on my outstretched hand. I tend to jump up and down, bop from left to right and babble on senselessly whenever possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the truth is, I like silence. Comfortable, carefree, you-don't-have-to-talk-because-I'm-OK-with-this type of silence which I share with my closest friends. Old and new ones alike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am ranting because I miss the vivid stillness of the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because I am anxious of what will happen on the not-so-distant future. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*Raichi, chigau, chigau!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The combination of Murakami and the cold is murderous, it's a happy hormone killer. &lt;del&gt;How come I love it?&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*i'm sorry for this another incoherent post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mood:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lazy.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/lazy.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*..very very thoughtful."&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/279802968248903105-3659634764241386510?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/3659634764241386510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=3659634764241386510&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/3659634764241386510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/3659634764241386510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2009/01/omoide.html' title='Omoide'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-7567754023088999903</id><published>2009-01-10T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:50:18.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~chotto stop-u *bleh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chunk of updates.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Full Metal Alchemist's new anime series will be out on April '09..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/news/2008-12-07/new-fullmetal-alchemist-tv-anime-to-premiere-in-april"&gt;link from animenewsnetwork&lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- can't wait to see what tricks hand-clapping Edward Elric has on his sleeves, er--, metal arm again.. ^_^ I definitely missed his &lt;del&gt;little&lt;/del&gt; musings. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;*I can imagine Edward wringing my neck for calling his ranting little, haha.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=good.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/good.gif" alt="yatta!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yatta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..~*o0o*~..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;• I can finally pull &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviantart&lt;/a&gt; up at home! Yey! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://essie-hime.deviantart.com/"&gt;~essie-hime's deviantart page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- most of the wallpapers in my gallery are scans from animes I love, which I edited. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;-- a re-post of my journal in DA:&lt;br /&gt;Yey!! I can pull DA up again at home! Ureshii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jeeez, after months and months of inactivity, I can finally log in, read journals and download stuff again from DA! Gah! It's been a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I'm still puzzled why I couldn't pull this site up at home before. I could only see a white BG and links lined up on the left, and when I click on them nothing happens. Tried ALL the technical gibberish I can but.. Anyhoo, it's up now, so I can only hope that it won't happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=haha3.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/haha3.gif" alt="ahohohoho" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Muahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..~*o0o*~..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;• I met up with the {Chingyorakugan Sisters} yesterday to watch Desperadas 2. {Kaoru} said Vhojie's gift for her upcoming birthday would be a photoshoot, of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- I'm really, really excited about this one. I'd love to have another anime themed photoshoot with {Kaoru} but since {marnellie} and {jennypots} are not much of an anime fan, we decided to think of other photoshoot concept. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;*Uhm, but could we, purdy, purdy please, at least cosplay one anime? Haha.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A Goddess themed concept would be nice, a gothic inspired set-up would be cool too. But as I've said to {Kaoru}, a LOT of people are into goth and emo stuff right now, so as much as I really would want to go with that I idea, I'd rather not. Hmmn, but hey, I think we could pull it off. We just need to think out of the box.. ^__^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3ca8b998.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/3ca8b998.gif" alt="xoxo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ureshii! Ureshii!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..~*o0o*~..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;• I updated my shelfari account. Since I saw Paula's blog about her shelfari "I plan to read.." books, I thought I should add her as a friend there as well as create update my "to read" and "need to finish" list. Haha. I already have some of the books below and their pages are only waiting to be opened. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Book&lt;/span&gt;logs, as Lio-kun call it.. :) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;*this is also called wishlist*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shelfari.com/o1517184452/shelf"&gt;Widget is not loading, so here's my link instead.. :D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lost.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/lost.gif" alt="nani nani??" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hmmn, which one should I read first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..~*o0o*~..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So there. Jaa! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/?action=view&amp;amp;current=amazed.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/amazed.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhh.. Sugoi ne!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-7567754023088999903?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/7567754023088999903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=7567754023088999903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/7567754023088999903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/7567754023088999903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2009/01/chotto-stop-u-bleh.html' title='~chotto stop-u *bleh*'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/th_good.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-1621517869411192691</id><published>2009-01-08T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T06:45:37.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Otsukaresama deshita, たそがれ!</title><content type='html'>Twilight's pull on me is as forceful as the moon's power over the tides, so I think I'm beginning to like the series. I know I'm still not a fan of the book because I haven't re-read them (which I usually do on literature I love). Instead, I am beginning to like all the characters &lt;del&gt;aside from Bella&lt;/del&gt; and how the people around me react when they hear "Edward Cullen". How should I put it? Twilight's fame affects me like how Christmas turns everybody into a Santa Claus on holiday seasons, regardless of race, religion and all that merry stuff. Ho ho ho ho. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, forgive me, I don't know the exact word for it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It's also like how Naruto invites me to watch him chase after &lt;del&gt;Saucegay&lt;/del&gt; Sasuke while shouting "I'll never let you go!". Am I making any sense? I guess not. But there, bottom line is I still don't like reading Miss Meyer's writing but I got hooked on the story and I am joining the bandwagon. Ha ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For somebody like me who loves to read squishy, mushy, sugar-coated, bishie-filled mangas, I know this is inevitable. I guess the last straw was finally blown into neverland when Flippie told me that there's an anime version of Twilight and this is how they look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SWYQ_J5fnAI/AAAAAAAAALM/6E9fpSdbknE/s1600-h/4850376688a7880430316l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SWYQ_J5fnAI/AAAAAAAAALM/6E9fpSdbknE/s320/4850376688a7880430316l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288933489568095234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was screaming my lungs out that I had to put my customer on hold. I was as red as the apple on Edward's hand. They have NEVER seen and will never see me react to anybody like that, only on paper bishies. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I was so excited on the idea that there's another vampire anime coming out (aside from those vampire animes that are already on my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to watch&lt;/span&gt; list) that we had to summon a ninja so we can watch it in the office while &lt;del&gt;taking calls&lt;/del&gt; on break. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Poonam, if there's any chance you're reading this, pretend that you did not read it, OK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D So there, Flippy showed me the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZHVARlL22o"&gt;trailer&lt;/a&gt; of the anime and was so disappointed. Click the link and see why.. &lt;a href="http://s271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=angry3.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/angry3.gif" alt="&amp;amp;quot;teme..!&amp;amp;quot;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that clip still gave me a good laugh and brought on some guessing challenge while &lt;del&gt;taking calls&lt;/del&gt; on break. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Especially on the part where Morita played Jacob and Hagu played Renesmee. I miss those two!&lt;/span&gt; Then, I always remember Flippie's face while he was "imitating" Edward's snarl. He was so absorbed with hissing like Voldemort on a demented day that his nose was all wrinkled and his faux fangs were bared, he didn't even notice I was laughing at him already! You're giving me a tummy ache Flippie..Peace desu! ^__^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nanaheart.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/nanaheart.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Otsukaresama deshita, Twilight!" ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-1621517869411192691?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/1621517869411192691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=1621517869411192691&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/1621517869411192691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/1621517869411192691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2009/01/otsukaresama-deshita.html' title='Otsukaresama deshita, たそがれ!'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SWYQ_J5fnAI/AAAAAAAAALM/6E9fpSdbknE/s72-c/4850376688a7880430316l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-1227154305498792529</id><published>2009-01-05T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:39:59.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmn..?</title><content type='html'>If the opposite of like is dislike, then is hate the opposite of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's uncaring. Hating somebody is more acceptable because there's still a reason for that person to exist in your life, as a person you hate. But when you don't give a d*mn about somebody's feelings and when you choose to ignore somebody's existence and you simply don't care, that's the time you know that it's no longer love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- As said by Makoto's Mom, W-Juliet II (manga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;** this is what she said, from what I understood, translated into my words.. :p&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nerdy.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/nerdy.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"I'm not so sure.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-1227154305498792529?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/1227154305498792529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=1227154305498792529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/1227154305498792529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/1227154305498792529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmmmn.html' title='Hmmmn..?'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-1220216751240038449</id><published>2009-01-04T06:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:41:42.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom = aching eyes + bulging tummy</title><content type='html'>I found something interesting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(somehow)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SWDFVWhgiiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WV2kJcR587w/s1600-h/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Yozakura-Quartet_staniol%281.49%29__THISRES__157169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SWDFVWhgiiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WV2kJcR587w/s400/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Yozakura-Quartet_staniol%281.49%29__THISRES__157169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287442933147011618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yozakura Quartet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still too lazy to post anything worth while here so I'm posting an update of what I'm watching instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not a good start for '09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheer boredom.&lt;br /&gt;Not even anime(s) and manga(s) can make me snap out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I am, again, slowly ascending the glass stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Upon looking back, I can only see two things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;... and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/?action=view&amp;amp;current=essieheadphones.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/essieheadphones.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am... *sigh*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-1220216751240038449?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/1220216751240038449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=1220216751240038449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/1220216751240038449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/1220216751240038449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2009/01/boredom-aching-eyes-bulging-tummy.html' title='boredom = aching eyes + bulging tummy'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SWDFVWhgiiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WV2kJcR587w/s72-c/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Yozakura-Quartet_staniol%281.49%29__THISRES__157169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-4657747919057317531</id><published>2008-12-19T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T18:41:12.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What we want is usually more than what we need.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Starbucks 2009 planner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I got my first plastic card March of 2005. I was so pleased that I took a picture of it together with my newly manicured nails. I've forgotten where the picture is and I lost the card recently due to stupidity but I'm still being haunted by the 5-digit electronic money I spent. So as much as I want to stay hidden inside my animated world, my now resting-in-peace cash back Citibank card is forcing it's way in to my realm and dragging me back into reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's really really sad that temptation and stupidity got into my better judgment of myself. I've always known that I have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Becky Bloomwood &lt;/span&gt;in me, lurking, waiting and ready to pounce once given a chance and darn she did overtake the quiet and gentle essiehime (come on people, you know I'm quiet and gentle!). Yeah sure, I am capable of paying the dues but heck, I could've bought a laptop, a new monitor for my desktop, a PSP or even a new smart phone I've been drooling on for months if I've saved all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okane&lt;/span&gt; I've been paying those sharks in suits for the past years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, stupid Essie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm trying to smile my way out of this troublesome feat but I'm really having a hard time. Everytime I remember how much I owe those @#!$#, I want to raise hell and go to their office kicking and screaming. But hey, I've learned that everytime you point a finger on others, the rest of the fingers (or at least 3 of them) are pointing back at you. No, not you. Me. Yes, me. The unbelievably stupid Essie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/?action=view&amp;amp;current=angry.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/angry.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You-don't-want-to-mess-with-me" mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;*forgive my incoherent tenses, I really need to brush up my writing on top of my need to improve on my baka-jap grammers. Ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-4657747919057317531?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/4657747919057317531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=4657747919057317531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/4657747919057317531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/4657747919057317531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-we-want-is-usually-more-than-what.html' title=''/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-8714211995072322503</id><published>2008-12-17T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:07:53.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yokatta ne!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DEKIMASHITA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey! Yey! Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say I'm pretty pleased with the outcome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added more details:&lt;br /&gt;Some grass&lt;br /&gt;Japanese characters that reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hotaru no Monogatari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(or Firefly's story, which I claim to be the translation of my blog's header)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Haha, which I'm hoping I got correctly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and of course, my four leaf clover.. ^0^&lt;br /&gt;This is what the original header looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa231/free_blogger/WMFh.gif"&gt;Watch me Fall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Again, the original template was from &lt;a href="http://www.suckmylolly.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and the original header was from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/everydaypants"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also added Honey and Clover's first opening theme,&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic in solo piano by Hayashi Yuuzo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atashi wa tensai desu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hmm.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/hmm.gif" alt="genius" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohohohohohohohoho!&lt;br /&gt;^0^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sniff sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something smells funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrr, I guess the Nodame in me kicked in again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*grabs a towel and dashes out to take a bath*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaa! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/?action=view&amp;amp;current=happy.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/happy.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Satisfied.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-8714211995072322503?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/8714211995072322503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=8714211995072322503&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/8714211995072322503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/8714211995072322503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/12/yokatta-ne.html' title='Yokatta ne!'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/th_hmm.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-3638969447820861182</id><published>2008-12-17T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:28:48.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banzai!! \"\^0^/"/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ureshii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sad.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/sad.gif" alt="happy tears" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After days and days of frustration, my blog is now up and running again..^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The layout's from &lt;a href="http://www.suckmylolly.com/"&gt;http://www.suckmylolly.com/&lt;/a&gt; which offered great and yet free templates. I took the liberty of editing the header's picture (it originally looked like &lt;a href="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa231/free_blogger/WMFh.gif"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;) because I don't think the lady hanging on the tree is falling, rather, she's flying. (or maybe playing around or imagining she's a bird, whatever, haha.. xD) There isn't any intention of copyright infringement. I'm so paranoid about these kind of stuff these days because of what &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;DeviantArt&lt;/a&gt; did to my wallpapers. Telling me they had to delete my wallpapers due to some copyright blah blah. Gah. Hate them, hmpf! O__o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still adding up my friends' links so hopefully I can restore everything by tomorrow (yey for rest days! ;D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/?action=view&amp;amp;current=determined.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/determined.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triumphant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-3638969447820861182?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/3638969447820861182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=3638969447820861182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/3638969447820861182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/3638969447820861182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/12/ureshii-after-days-and-days-of.html' title='Banzai!! \&quot;\^0^/&quot;/'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/th_sad.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-5509129522428092513</id><published>2008-12-10T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:25:10.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hime mada nai.. Y__Y (baka jap strikes again..-_-;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This post has been deleted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am being unfair and i don't like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chances should be given again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... and again, without fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's how relationship works, i believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loving is a competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... whoever gives the most love is the winner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe I'll keep the tiara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... tucked somewhere beneath the martial suit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm riding away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.. to stop my jesters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lazy.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/lazy.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thoughtful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/279802968248903105-5509129522428092513?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/5509129522428092513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=5509129522428092513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5509129522428092513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5509129522428092513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/12/hime-mada-nai-yy-baka-jap-strikes-again.html' title='Hime mada nai.. Y__Y (baka jap strikes again..-_-;)'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-4884794104258736079</id><published>2008-12-09T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:23:35.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS BLOG IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=goyang.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/goyang.gif" alt="drunk" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I'm at my wit's end here! I'm ready to dash out the room and take a crash course on Illustrator, CSS and HTML! Depending on these blogger templates drives me nuts, I'm telling ya, nuts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost all my links, my widgets, my headings are all in spanish, my posts got scrambled and my migraine's not helping at all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasukete kudasai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?! It won't even start a new paragraph!! Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sad.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/sad.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-4884794104258736079?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/4884794104258736079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=4884794104258736079&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/4884794104258736079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/4884794104258736079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-blog-is-under-construction.html' title='THIS BLOG IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION!'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/th_goyang.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-4454953038192136416</id><published>2008-12-04T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:20:22.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Twilight (dusk, たそがれ, tasogare)</title><content type='html'>I've been reading the Twilight Saga these past few days and I'm still stuck on the 3rd book, Eclipse. I can say it's really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hmm, what's the right term,&lt;/span&gt; catchy..? Yon has been recommending the series way back 24/ 7 training days but I never got the chance to purchase the book because it's priced as much as a Murakami book. I thought that it was not worth it and somehow, by reading the e-books I felt I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't kill me if you love Twilight. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book was written in the female protagonist's point of view and of course, it has it's pros and cons. Readers were given full blown details about what Bella sees, feels, and thinks on every situation which is good because people get to understand her every intention, get to feel all her pain, love and "kilig" thoughts about Edward (What's with her gushing over Edward over and over?!). Please Bella, spare me the overflowing details. We were taught way back in college that in writing, never underestimate our audience's intellect. I think the author broke this rule because in her novel, everything's VERY convenient. Argh, I really want to gush out the entire story here, spoilers and all, but I'll hold my horses for those who hate spoilers.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the credit still goes to Miss Meyer since I :heart: vampire stories. Kaname and Zero from Vampire Knight, Toya Kano from A Thousand Years of Snow, Lestat and Louis from Interview with the Vampire (of course that's Tom and Brad, respectively) and even Jonathan Cain from good 'ol Sweet Valley High! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;*OK, fangirling can stop now*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and also, she's got credit for making Arvin want to read her books! Haha. But for the meantime, the guy's contented with my spoiler stories. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who want to read the e-books, you can download here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/hoshikuzu"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/hoshikuzu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! ^0^/"/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, and before I forget, one of my favorite japanese word is "tasogare" which means "dusk" or "twilight".. Jeeez, I never thought it would be over-used, I even used it as a title of one of my previous post (in hiragana, like the title of this post)..-_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/?action=view&amp;current=disbelief.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/disbelief.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-4454953038192136416?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/4454953038192136416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=4454953038192136416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/4454953038192136416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/4454953038192136416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/12/part-two-p.html' title='On Twilight (dusk, たそがれ, tasogare)'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-6895872906989161737</id><published>2008-11-14T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:18.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nyaaaaa~!</title><content type='html'>I haven't slept for almost 48 hours already.&lt;br /&gt;My head's in a blah but I think I can still post something.&lt;br /&gt;This day's too.. eventful (?) to miss putting it up here.&lt;br /&gt;Me = my drink&lt;br /&gt;My drink = hazelnut green tea frappuccino, blended whip (onegai)&lt;br /&gt;So that means..&lt;br /&gt;Me = blended whip&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;I had too much caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;I blame the two barrista I was with for this.&lt;br /&gt;Too much green umbrellas and sparkly people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, i missed what Rai's suppose to say, i owe her big time.&lt;br /&gt;*Big hugs for Rairai*&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to work (really!)&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;The scene when the guy carried our Shinichi-kun like he's a piece of paper is burned in my retina.&lt;br /&gt;More of, I wanted to burn the guy who carried hm away with my retina.&lt;br /&gt;Think cyclops. Pzzzzzt. Sakana furai. *glomp*&lt;br /&gt;Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 my tumbler&lt;br /&gt;she's Kirameki&lt;br /&gt;She twinkles like the stars .. ^0^&lt;br /&gt;An appropriate present-o from Hoshikuzu.. :)&lt;br /&gt;arigatou na.. ^3^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-6895872906989161737?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/6895872906989161737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=6895872906989161737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/6895872906989161737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/6895872906989161737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/11/nyaaaaa.html' title='Nyaaaaa~!'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-7555838326386087643</id><published>2008-11-05T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:18.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>蛍</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SRKbjJJH_aI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1RORkBCXf8g/s1600-h/bgi_v12_ch45_p049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SRKbjJJH_aI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1RORkBCXf8g/s400/bgi_v12_ch45_p049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265441942401449378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Curse you, Yano! Curse you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=7f5341cc.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/7f5341cc.gif" alt="so down" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After weeks and weeks of anticipation, this is what I read? Gah.&lt;br /&gt;Bokura Ga Ita's really bad for my heart. Y__Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On lighter side of things, I celebrated my twenty fourth birthday last week for three days, November first (my actual birthday), second and third. Three days full of "Happy Birthday!"s, three days full of family and friends, three days filled with laughter and fun. Oh no, I'm not bragging that my birthday celebration lasted longer than most people, I'm only telling you one thing. I'm broke. Haha.. -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I've always loved the fact that my birthday is on the first on November because of many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• It's the first day of the month, meaning a lot of people got their paychecks the day before that. *wink wink + evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• It's a holiday, so that means my friends don't have any excuse why they can't attend the celebration. Unless, of course, they work in a call center like me. (Which is the case for most of my HS and college friends) *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Everybody in the family always remembers my birthday. (Kahit pa kalayu-layuan ko pang pinsan, bumabati ng Happy Birthday! Haha.. ^0^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• The expression of people who learn that my birthday is on the first of November is priceless. (Parang 'yung mukha ni Harry Potter nung sinabi ni Hagrid na Wizard siya.. [sorry, kababasa lang kasi uli ng HP7 eh..-_-;]) Funny, funny.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I never run out of candles to blow on that day, they're just everywhere! (I'm so loved.. :p) Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as a kid, I remember loving the last reason because I thought candles are equals wishes. Mama would usually light up two candles by the stairs (I guess for my Lolo and cousin, Aika) but I always urge her to light up 2 more. I would say: "Para mas maliwanag daanan nila, di ba?" (because it was believed that the candles light up the way for souls in their travel to heaven.) So she would light up two more candles and I would wait for them to melt, bark at my cousins that would try to take any of the wax balls I've done and finally, when the candles were almost gone, I close my eyes and make a wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For world peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, seriously. I once wished for world peace. *blush blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back then I was thinking that if a soul heard my wish and he goes to heaven, he'll pass the message on to God and God will make my wishes come true. The creepy thing is, it didn't cross my mind that the soul may end up somewhere that also starts with the letter H, but only with four letters..&gt;__&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit late na, happy birthday pa din sa 'yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daph^-^, ....daph..., Iorie, Iluar, Neera, pmela2, Hotaru, Ashley, Erin, Ester Ann Nove, Essie, Ann, Pangga, Essiepots, .. and Essie-hime.. ^0^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-7555838326386087643?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/7555838326386087643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=7555838326386087643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/7555838326386087643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/7555838326386087643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='蛍'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SRKbjJJH_aI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1RORkBCXf8g/s72-c/bgi_v12_ch45_p049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-4289461984013011457</id><published>2008-10-12T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:18.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanaji no hanran!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(again, i hope my baka-jap grammers is correct..-_-;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: honto ni ureshii! Cosplay Mania '08!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gamdong.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/gamdong.gif" alt="happy tears" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason for posting this: Ranting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hehe.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/hehe.gif" alt="teehee" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cosplaymania08banner.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 328px; height: 49px;" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/cosplaymania08banner.jpg" alt="banner ng cosplay mania 08" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RL (real life) bishies, almost-the-real-thing cosplayers and my deviantart idols El-sama (~rosiael), Miguel-sama (~merkymerx) and Jin-sama (*behindinfinity) were the actual reasons why my nose wouldn't stop bleeding yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=04a30356.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/04a30356.gif" alt="hentai?" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tsk, this was the reason why I filed a two day vacation leave. I just knew I'll be overwhelmed once I see Jin-sama.But heck, I also saw El-sama and Miguel-sama.. It was too much! Kyaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;aa.. *dies*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For somebody who's been following Tuxedo Team's work on DA, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt; goal that day was to come up to their booth, say: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi, I'm a fan&lt;/span&gt;!" and then maybe buy a shirt or two to show my adoration (Just like a prayer, geeeez..). So I have made up my mind, I'm gonna introduce myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started to roam around the semi-packed Mega Trade Hall 3. I suddenly had a 20/20 vision and spotted their booth almost instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OK, here goes nothing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;As we slowly approached the table, I could see ~yaoiangel14 texting somebody.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anytime now, just say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi, I'm a fan&lt;/span&gt;!".&lt;br /&gt;OK, just a couple of inch more. Yes! Here we are. Yes! Yes! I made it! Huh?! Hey, why the hell does my feet wouldn't stop moving? Wait. Wait. Waaaaaaiiittt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, you guessed it right. I chickened out. Sheesh. Kill me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://s271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=7f5341cc.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/7f5341cc.gif" alt="so down" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw the booth attendant ~yaoiangel14 and I just froze. I kept on thinking "Shit, they're really here! Usooooooooo!!" So I just kept on walking. You might be thinking "What's the big deal?! They're just cosplayers." Heck, for somebody like me who don't watch TV that often and for somebody who stays in front of the computer, on the internet, watching subbed animes, THEY are my celebrities. Rai-chi knows that I always look at their pictures in between calls even though we are prohibited to browse non-work related sites. Maybe seeing them in flesh was too much for me. Gaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was able to took a picture of Jin-sama and El-sama. True to my word, I cropped my office mates out of this picture. (Just this  picture guys, just give this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; to me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/gg.jpg" alt="kyaaaaaaa" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't I the most demure creature you've ever seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=shy2.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/shy2.gif" alt="bashful" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Rai-chi, Jules and Lalabelles for pushing me to take this picture and to Lizzie-chan for making way so I can stay beside Jin-sama! This is the part when I almost died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=oops.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/oops.gif" alt="whooaa!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Soul-chan, get back in here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everybody has a shift that night except for Lala and me who really filed a leave just for the event. After they left, we positioned ourselves in front of the stage, ready for the cosplay catwalk. But a little while later, I noticed a pair of boots in the Maxicollector booth behind us. Shemay, I knew she would be there since she's the endorser of Maxicollector. So I stood up and confirmed. She's really there! So I told Lalabelles (I guess in a loud voice) "Sheeeeet, si Alodia!" Then everybody darted their eyes towards me and people started pouring on the booth. Gomen. Me and my big mouth. -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/?action=view&amp;amp;current=alodia.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/alodia.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the only picture I can manage while Lala, on the other hand, managed a picture beside her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To think that I am the one who adores Alodia.. T__T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and my big mouth caused us to lose our spot (a good one too!) and I ended up being molested by this guy who kept on poking his thingy on my butt! The girl beside me was irritated already because I keep on shifting my weight and moving forward or sidewards to avoid his advances and to make sure i'm not being paranoid but, shimatta, he keeps on following. I patiently waited for the cosplay and for him to stop but he didn't.#$#%$!!! So I called his attention. When he tried to ignore me, I gave him a finger uppercut (because I thought a real uppercut would be too harsh, aren't I nice?) and said: "Kuya, Kuya, umusod ka naman." That stopped him. Then I asked Lala loud enough so everybody could hear if she's OK and she's not being hentai-d. The nerve of the guy, he shifted his advances towards the girl beside me. Good thing the guy beside her noticed the ecchi things he was doing and switched places. And finally, the catwalk started! ^___________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yey! ^0^ /"/ But I won't post any picture anymore.. Check my FS acct:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/capricciosocantabile"&gt;http://profiles.friendster.com/capricciosocantabile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the unbearable heat inside the trade hall Lala and I decided to go home with the catwalk unfinished. On our way home, I spotted someone with short hair and braided extensions, red rimmed glasses, blue female seifuku with a katana at hand and realized it was Miguel-sama! We literally ran our way back into the crowd, hoping we can take a picture with him. Unluckily, he had his friends around him.He is less popular (but not less good looking, woot~!) than Jin so nobody took his pictures that much but I was still too shy (gaaaaah!) to ask him. He and his friends stopped to talk to somebody yet I still can't gather enough courage to ask him for a picture. So out of frustration, Lala and I took a picture of ourselves. (and this is to commemorate my chickenship, cluck cluck coo coo!) All hail our oily faces!! Being an otaku sure is hard.. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SPLZyU-UfjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_6MjEEADrWw/s1600-h/there+o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SPLZyU-UfjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_6MjEEADrWw/s320/there+o.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256503173741575730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miguel-sama is somewhere there. T__T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No! No! Not on Lala's boobies, somewhere outside the picture! T__T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/?action=view&amp;amp;current=palaboy-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/palaboy-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BTW, this is Roadfill, not Miguel-sama. My real aim was somewhere there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sadako.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/nheera/sadako.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still not him. Somewhere there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended taking up pictures of the people surrounding Miguel-sama but not the actual person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=draw.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/draw.gif" alt="budu.." border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, better luck next cosplay con.. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~ 0 ~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the whole day was still very enjoyable. When I got home, I can barely take my shoes off, without showering or anything, I dozed off with my one true bishounen hugging me..&lt;br /&gt;Sweat and all. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=b210e58c-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/b210e58c-1.gif" alt="sleepwell" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ureshii! Banzai! \"\^0^/"/&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/279802968248903105-4289461984013011457?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/4289461984013011457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=4289461984013011457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/4289461984013011457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/4289461984013011457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/10/hanaji-no-hanran.html' title='Hanaji no hanran!'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/th_gamdong.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-6392834303192144466</id><published>2008-10-10T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:18.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More gyaboooo and mukyaaaa to come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mood: Ureshiiiiiiii! :D&lt;br /&gt;Reason for posting this: More more more more Nodame updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At long last! Nodame Cantabile- Paris is out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since I heard Nodame's anime voice.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ureshii! ^__________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some caps from the OP credits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daijobu, no spoilers here... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SO8Isn_3FvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7YTYNPJeS_o/s1600-h/animation1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SO8Isn_3FvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7YTYNPJeS_o/s400/animation1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255428852908758770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.C.Staff Co.,Ltd.&lt;br /&gt;The same people who animated Honey and Clover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SO8KHmXnJeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/D1lrde8Pep4/s1600-h/nodame1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SO8KHmXnJeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/D1lrde8Pep4/s400/nodame1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255430415839602146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aw, the same hard-to-get-but-loves-Nodame-none-the-less Chiaki-senpai.. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SO8KffcA4yI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fkH8noHLpFw/s1600-h/nodame2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SO8KffcA4yI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fkH8noHLpFw/s400/nodame2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255430826295878434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, you're gyaboooo and mukyaaaaa worked, Nodame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SO8LCCEhQQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/goUc68YxTZA/s1600-h/nodame3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SO8LCCEhQQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/goUc68YxTZA/s400/nodame3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255431419708129538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teehee.. xD&lt;br /&gt;From the Ending credits.. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.. There isn't much happening yet. Whatever we have seen on the Live Paris version, so far, was also shown in the anime. It was just fun hearing Chiaki and Nodame's voices again.. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the subbed version and the manga releases!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who want to watch the raw version, you can find the links here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.crunchyroll.com/forumtopic-300185/Date-Annouced-for-2nd-Season.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks much to &lt;span id="fp-profile-15176135"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/user/DevilWing" title="DevilWing"&gt;DevilWing&lt;/a&gt; from crunchyroll.com for posting the link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! ^0^/"/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-6392834303192144466?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/6392834303192144466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=6392834303192144466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/6392834303192144466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/6392834303192144466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-gyaboooo-and-mukyaaaa-to-come.html' title='More gyaboooo and mukyaaaa to come!'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SO8Isn_3FvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7YTYNPJeS_o/s72-c/animation1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-3990313527771231489</id><published>2008-10-03T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:18.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jikan yo tomare..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e celebrated Enil's birthday yesterday. It was like watching our old, self-made movie except that the characters were all pregnant with fast food and were stretched horizontally. It was a day full of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deja vu&lt;/span&gt; to the point that it almost made me dizzy. It was like in an animation, seeing two angles at the same time then playing back something while recording. I was scared and amazed with myself. Then I thought, it's not an animation. It's time travel. They were my time machine and they bring me back to my most treasured high school days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-3990313527771231489?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/3990313527771231489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=3990313527771231489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/3990313527771231489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/3990313527771231489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/10/jikan-yo-tomare.html' title='Jikan yo tomare..'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-7091317792168845416</id><published>2008-09-20T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:18.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ranting never ends,, :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nobody can stop me from posti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ng spoilers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3ca8b998.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/3ca8b998.gif" alt="xoxo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spoilers, spoilers. La la la la spoilers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Here they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SNWRqRkXY8I/AAAAAAAAAI8/oq3DxlFYT1Q/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SNWRqRkXY8I/AAAAAAAAAI8/oq3DxlFYT1Q/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248261096226644930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aw, the new mom.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SNWR1vbPU5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/LnQnJhOgYRE/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SNWR1vbPU5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/LnQnJhOgYRE/s400/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248261293219992466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who would've guessed? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SNWSMiHY6mI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Fg1XtTxM2l4/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SNWSMiHY6mI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Fg1XtTxM2l4/s400/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248261684784065122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She definitely took after her father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SNWSgCPyelI/AAAAAAAAAJU/EDc8zgB3kvA/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SNWSgCPyelI/AAAAAAAAAJU/EDc8zgB3kvA/s400/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248262019826743890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SNWS5_nhXTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/pW-kNHlb6DA/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SNWS5_nhXTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/pW-kNHlb6DA/s400/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248262465797578034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aw.. ^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SNWNsybTqHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/L6VWFpBdCjY/s1600-h/naoki+damily.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SNWNsybTqHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/L6VWFpBdCjY/s400/naoki+damily.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248256741360248946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Omedeto, Kotoko-chan, Irie-kun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^______________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kotomi-chan, honto ni kawaii! She's definitely Kotoko and Irie in one!&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/279802968248903105-7091317792168845416?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/7091317792168845416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=7091317792168845416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/7091317792168845416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/7091317792168845416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/09/ranting-never-ends-p.html' title='The ranting never ends,, :p'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/th_3ca8b998.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-1055446455704858262</id><published>2008-09-15T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:18.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gyaboooooooo.. ^o^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SM82GCH3iEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/R_ICRxsBQj0/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SM82GCH3iEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/R_ICRxsBQj0/s400/02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246471568186902594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Nodame Cantabile Season 2 will start on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2008.10.9!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;...and the manga has left me on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;edge of my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;@#$%ing seat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=e111de78.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/e111de78.gif" alt="whatdaf***!!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mukyaaaaaaaaa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;NCIS, onegaishimasu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" href="http://s271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=875328cc.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/875328cc.gif" alt="gomenasai" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my heart's health is in your hands.. T__T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;spoilers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;• OMG, Nodame's debut! I can hardly wait..&lt;br /&gt;Good job Milch-san!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=good.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/good.gif" alt="yatta!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Ha, you've got the nerves to reject Nodame's wedding proposal Chiaki! Grrrrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=4d6161fd.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/4d6161fd.gif" alt="pakyuuu!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;• ... and now, she'll be out of your reach, gyahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=haha3.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj143/myheartmylyf/emoticons/haha3.gif" alt="ahohohoho" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;OMG, Nodame's driving me crazy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-1055446455704858262?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/1055446455704858262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=1055446455704858262&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/1055446455704858262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/1055446455704858262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/09/gyaboooooooo-o.html' title='Gyaboooooooo.. ^o^'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SM82GCH3iEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/R_ICRxsBQj0/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-2908736536650683472</id><published>2008-09-14T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:18.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Cat Street adaptation, etc, etc..</title><content type='html'>Mood: Happy (Just met up with Chingyorakugan and others the other day! ^__^)&lt;br /&gt;Reason for posting this: More ranting! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SM3gYH5r-5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/0cdd76RgLSw/s1600-h/02-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SM3gYH5r-5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/0cdd76RgLSw/s400/02-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246095845998984082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Upon visiting http://www.mysoju.com, I stumbled upon Cat Street! I never knew that there's gonna be a Live of the manga I &lt;3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPOILERS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I :heart: Kouichi's character and I love how the manga is progressing. Sadly, he wasn't as quiet as he is in the manga. No more telephaty between Keito and Kouichi.. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Rei's character was already well defined.. *sigh* Why, why, why, why do they have to turn him into a dancing mute? (oooh, no puns intended for the handicapped) He was suppose to be *tooot* and *tooot*.. Agggghhh!! T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• The girl who played Momiji was the one who played Mouri Ran (as corrected by Nellie.. :p) with Oguri Shun in Detective Conan.. (never liked her, gomen -_-;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• The one who played Aoyama Keito and Mine Kouichi? Never heard nor seen them anywhere.. Waaaaa.. T__T (maybe it's just me who haven't seen them anywhere else..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SM3j6_s9aoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/xo6c97qV2P8/s1600-h/Cat_Street-banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SM3j6_s9aoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/xo6c97qV2P8/s400/Cat_Street-banner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246099743628421762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at Kimura Ryo (far right), I still imagine him playing Takahashi Noriyuki, the gay Violinist, in Nodame Cantabile Live.. *ROFL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the future, I hope they do a Live of Parfait Tic.. BUT!! Only Oguri Shun is allowed to play Daiya!! Ahahaha.. :) Oooh, but then again he can also play Ichi since he's always been casted as the 'silent' type..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chigau, chigau!! He's MY Daiya! ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyaaaaaa! &lt;^O^&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-2908736536650683472?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/2908736536650683472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=2908736536650683472&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/2908736536650683472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/2908736536650683472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-cat-street-adaptation-etc-etc.html' title='On Cat Street adaptation, etc, etc..'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SM3gYH5r-5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/0cdd76RgLSw/s72-c/02-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-2762566937632651699</id><published>2008-09-12T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:18.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness like white elephants? Not.</title><content type='html'>I got a chance to meet up with Wywy-sama the other day. I scolded her a bit about this and that and infused some optimism in her zetsubou-ish* perspective. We talked just like the good, not so old, days and I really hope I was able to somehow shake her strong idea that the dude+dudette pair will end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganbaru yo Wywy-sama! ^____^/"/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, somewhere in the middle of the conversation, she told me the story that made Mari-chan go into Takemoto mode*. I'm gonna tell it like how I understood it (w/ a little bit of my story telling), OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a story of a beautiful orchid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know orchids right? They were always the perfect example of Commensalism in Biology class. They hang on a tree so that they can enjoy the sunlight and wind without doing harm to the host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the story. This orchid has always wanted to fly. She envied the bees and the butterflies that passed by. She would always ask them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How come you can fly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they would answer, "Because we have wings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the orchid would ask her self "What's the purpose of my existence if I cannot fly?" Knowing that the only thing that she would love to do in her life is fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, she came across a bird. She asked him, "How did you learn to fly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I tried and tried. At first, it was really hard but I never gave up. I made sacrifices, got a couple of bruises but in the end I learned how to soar." said the bird then he went back to the skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a hurricane came. It brought chaos to the garden. All the flowers grabbed hold of their branches, unwilling to be swept away by the strong wind. That time, the orchid was also scared but she keeps on remembering the words of the bird.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bruises. Sacrifices.&lt;/span&gt; She was willing to give everything up, just to soar to the blue sky. All the flowers tried to stop her but she just gave them a smile as she slowly let go of the tree that sheltered her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, there she went. The other flowers bade their farewells to the beautiful orchid, flying on the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;So I asked her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. What happened to the orchid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobody knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I bet she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah. But the thing is, she was able to fly. How happy she might have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. She was happy.. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lonely orchid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be on the wind, flying. But she has nobody to share her happiness to but herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought, she must learn how to comeback and share her flying stories to her flower friends. What she saw, how she felt. Because if not, then she was just one selfish orchid who never thought of anybody else but herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I matured. Somehow. Not? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Legend&lt;br /&gt;* zetsubou-ish: negative-ish&lt;br /&gt;* takemoto mode: soul-searching mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-2762566937632651699?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/2762566937632651699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=2762566937632651699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/2762566937632651699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/2762566937632651699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/09/happiness-like-white-elephants-not.html' title='Happiness like white elephants? Not.'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-515553294060515526</id><published>2008-09-07T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:18.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me + You = Twisted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood: Down in the dumps (read: feverish)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently watching: Sayonaro Zetsubo Sensei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Intentions on posting this: More randomness.. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a little dizzy from the fever I had last night but I can no longer stand the feel of my back on the bed so I got up and continued watching Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei (Goodbye Mr. Despair). It's about a super pessimistic teacher whose name is read as 'Zetsubou' (despair) when written horizontally. The anime's so twisted that it borders to reality. So I guess everybody's twisted, in one way or another. -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(As I've said before, I'm not go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;od at writig review so I won't go into details. I will only end up giving spoilers.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of twisted, I came across Vic Zhou and Barbie Hsu's series called Mars. I remember the show being plugged on one of the local networks but never got the chance to watch it until the the other day. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vic Zhou reminded me of Joe Cheng from It Started With A Kiss but I think Vic Zhou is more, uhm, manly, if I may say.. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the story's twisted in a sense that it touches phsycological and emotional burdens of a person. Suicide, rape, bullying and all those good stuff is packed in this show. Aaaaagh, help, it's really heavy.. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SMSXWQfofpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nV4izwKDZow/s1600-h/mars.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SMSXWQfofpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nV4izwKDZow/s400/mars.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243482274806660754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kira, a very shy girl, wonders how child-like Rei, the very popular guy, is when he is asleep. Yes, yes, it's very touching. Until I noticed the statue's ass in between them. Aw, talk about angle booboos.. xD Teehee.. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the show intently until I dropped it and switched to the manga instead. No, it's not because of the butt-stealing statue. It just became too heavy to be watched. I preferred reading it instead.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And oooooh, my picture has told  everybody that I was watching from crunchyroll.com. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and finally, Twisted = Wywy-sama + Essie-hime - Them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no. I'm not a math genius nor a literary connoisseur. I don't have any quotes to spare here, I'm too lazy to memorize all the good ones I've read and share it with anybody.. -_-; So the truth is, I just want to say how amazed I was when I received your call yesterday. I was amazed because (let me list it down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You called.&lt;br /&gt;2. You called. (Sorry, I can't get over that fact)&lt;br /&gt;3. You were crying your heart (and eyes) out.&lt;br /&gt;4. You called... Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were wailing like some ambulance with a cardiac arrest patient inside. I was really serious of recording the conversation so I can make fun of you later on. Nah, kidding.. ^__^ (You know I love you, ayt?) But then again, I kept on wondering all through out the conversation "Is this really Wywy-sama?" Oh, the crying was only natural, you were hurt, you were betrayed, you felt like the world turned their back on you so I really can undertand the siren-like wails. But what I was surprised on was how pessimistic you became. It was really funny when you said you were also watching Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei because I was on the verge of telling you that somehow he reminded me of you. Now I can imagine you squinting your eyes on me again and saying in a curt voice: "Essie-hime, yamite kudasai! Daikirai!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, think about it. Maybe you really are seeing the world through his eyes instead of yours. As I've said, it's a two-way responsibility. It always has and will always be. So why keep on saying 'I" and "He".. What about the "We"s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, take a step back and see the larger picture, ne? ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolates = love + cavities - emotional pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was his promise. Oh no, This IS his promise. Have a little more faith. You are experiencing all these now because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional pain = Love + Yakimochi - Chocolates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it? Tsk tsk, better admit it. Yakimochi comes in different forms. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://www.eudict.com/index.php?lang=japeng&amp;amp;word=yakimochi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, Wywy-sama, sorry if I posted it here. I was really glad you called. ^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-515553294060515526?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/515553294060515526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=515553294060515526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/515553294060515526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/515553294060515526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-you-twisted.html' title='Me + You = Twisted'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SMSXWQfofpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nV4izwKDZow/s72-c/mars.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-9110765463373116991</id><published>2008-08-28T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:18.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here, there and everywhere! ^o^&gt;"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SLdqc9uCwaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gBghaIQhtc4/s1600-h/shinichi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SLdqc9uCwaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gBghaIQhtc4/s400/shinichi2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239773737305424290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthdate: July 30, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, we wanted to name him (yes, a 'him, not an 'it'.. ^__^) Rain because it was raining when we went on our first ride. But we dismissed the idea. We didn't want him to be associated with the Taiwanese actor plus the shampoo.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next name I suggested was Shiro. But Arvin declined the name before I could even explain the etymology. He said he saw a lot of black motorbikes with the name 'Shiro' on them. So I asked: "Should we name him Kuro instead?"..  -_-; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Japanese: Shiro = white, Kuro = black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from colors and weather, we had lots of ideas for our bike's name. We thought of rockstars' names such as Axel (Rose) or Scott (Stapp). Name him after seasons like Winter or Summer (but I told him that Ady wants to name her future baby Summer so it's definitely a no-no). Winter was OK, since he's white, but I wanted it to be more original so I suggested Snow or Yuki. But we really think our bike's a 'he' so Snow and Yuki are out because they sound feminine (at least to us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wrestling over the names, Arvin finally said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want it to be a name that has 'first' in it.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I said "OK.." I couldn't be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, fate's scheme.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Shinichi, our first born.. &lt;3&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Shinichi = beloved first born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noda Megumi won. Ne, {my.chiaki}?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{my.chiaki} - Arvin's name on my phone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiaki Shinichi - Chiaki senpai's name.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.. But my brother thought it was from Detective Conan's Kudo Shinichi. Oh well, Oguri Shun played Shinichi-kun, so I'm still happy.. ^___^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also meet Megumi, my helmet.. ^O^/"/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SLd1dYDBs8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/geeTsm5am8M/s1600-h/megumi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SLd1dYDBs8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/geeTsm5am8M/s200/megumi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239785839000662978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss these guys.. T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SLd6aKFAD2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/i6uWa4l5Y6s/s1600-h/16052008354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SLd6aKFAD2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/i6uWa4l5Y6s/s400/16052008354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239791281269378914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-9110765463373116991?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/9110765463373116991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=9110765463373116991&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/9110765463373116991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/9110765463373116991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-there-and-everywhere-o.html' title='Here, there and everywhere! ^o^&amp;gt;&amp;quot;'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SLdqc9uCwaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gBghaIQhtc4/s72-c/shinichi2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-2055695944094270143</id><published>2008-08-16T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:18.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banzai randomness!! x D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;SPOILERS ALERT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Play this first:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object  width="300" height="110" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/UXvdfU396c/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/UXvdfU396c/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/airinchan/music/4vcKV5BN/yamazaki_masayoshi_one_more_time_one_more_chance/"&gt;One more time, One more chance - Yamazaki Masayoshi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I firmly feel that she will turn her head towards me if i turn my head."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I think that sentence won't really mean anything to you if you haven't seen Byousoku 5 Centimeters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is just too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object  width="300" height="110" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the only word that comes to mind every time the people I recommend Byousoku 5 Centimeters to ask me what the story is like. And after watching it for the Nth time, I still feel the same way, it's just too sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. But then again, I think I saw Tohno-kun smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on the very last slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to believe he smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me he smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm never good at telling stories nor at writing reviews. -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please talk to me a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object face="georgia" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bout Byousoku personally, onegaishimasu. I'm dying to talk to somebody about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-o-o-o-o-o-o-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll lend Rai-chan my DVD tomorrow.. ^3^/"/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aaaaaggghhh, my heart is still hurting.. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After watching Byousoku, I needed some uplifting so I decided to watch the raw video of Itazura na Kiss on YouTube. Kyaaaaaaa.. Irie-kun, finally!.. ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the experience was both fun and frustrating at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, because I think watching the anime without subs tests my vocabulary and fluency of the Japa&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: georgia;" width="300" height="110"&gt;nese language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrating, datte watashi wa mada mada narau.. -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Jeeeeez, hope I said that correctly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Demo, gambarimasu!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Then i realized They Kissed Again, the Taiwanese version, really copied everything. Almost word per word..  -__-;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Manga updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nodame Cantabile left me hanging&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.. Doushite Shinichi-kun, doushite?! T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Koukou Debut made me smile.. ^__^&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not done with the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleach&lt;br /&gt;Vampire Knight&lt;br /&gt;Claymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Must finish!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On a happier note, I think it'll be my first time of buying something from Ebay.ph.. I wanted Banana Yoshimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to's Kitchen badly that I was ready to dash into the nearest Power Books right after I confirmed this cut-off's pay.. (Teehee.. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing Marnellie, my bibo Ebay Agent, showed me her Ebay a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ccount and voila, there it was. The hot pink-u book.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SKb8YG5PAgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5iKU3apDzpg/s1600-h/5415_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SKb8YG5PAgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5iKU3apDzpg/s400/5415_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235149107962511874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah, I know, it's no long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;er s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;panking brand new. There wouldn't be that "newly opened book" scent that I love but hey, when I saw the picture of the book I imagined it screaming to me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kyaaaaaaaaaa, tasukete, tasukete!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So there.. I'm buying it.. For p200.00 when the brandnew one would cost me p459.00.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arigatou, Marnellie.. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next: Murakami and Gaiman's books.. ahahaha.. xD&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she is! :)&lt;br /&gt;jarethshop's photo of Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for the bidding to finish.. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-2055695944094270143?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/2055695944094270143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=2055695944094270143&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/2055695944094270143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/2055695944094270143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/08/banzai-randomness-x-d.html' title='Banzai randomness!! x D'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SKb8YG5PAgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5iKU3apDzpg/s72-c/5415_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-8423651686484926813</id><published>2008-08-03T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:19.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged.. ^__^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Found this on my desktop, i forgot who I got it from though.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling they're tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My hair is unkempt, most of the time. When I introduce myself, I sometimes say, "Look for the girl with the messy hair, that's me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love Japanese culture. I'd love to dress like a Geisha, meet a samurai, meet an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actual&lt;/span&gt; ninja, watch the sakura, wear a yukata and a kimono, go to a festival, see the fireworks, ride bulle trains, etc etc. The list can go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Of course, when you love Japanese culture, chances that you're an anime lover and you're learning Nihongo are bigger than life. I'm guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love hats and caps. Boys' cap, baseball cap, bonnets, fisherman's hat, driver's hat. My collection is still growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I know how to touch-up photos in Adobe Photoshop. I also do and exhange wallpapers and lay-outs with my friends. One of my frustrations is to learn how to airbrush and do vectors in Illustrator. I'm drooling for a pen tablet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My greatest frustration is my career. I never wanted to be stuck as a call center agent. Don't get me wrong, it has grown into me, taking calls that is, and I am very grateful of the financial stability it brings. But if given a chance, I'd really really love to write scripts and produce/ direct an Indie film with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Green tea has gotten into me. My favorie scent is Green Tea from Bench which I've been using way back college, my favorite drink is Hazelnut Green Tea Frappuccino (i have Mari to give credits for this though :D), my room smells like Green Tea from Glade (though it's messy ALL THE TIME).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You'll never see a piece of paper that is considered mine (so that leaves books and notes i borrowed safe!)  that doesn't have a doodle of a flower or a four-leaf clover. When my mind wonders off somewhere, my hand seems to automatically draw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I admire people with beautiful hands more than people with beautiful eyes, hair, nose, lips, etc.. I honestly don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If I do baby-talking with you, don't be upset. That only means I find you really really comfortable to be with and I think of you as a friend. Otherwise, it's just the normal talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging: Arvin, Ady, Jen, Nellie, Wywy, Mari, Ria, Rai, Enil, Nathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-8423651686484926813?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/8423651686484926813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=8423651686484926813&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/8423651686484926813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/8423651686484926813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagged.html' title='Tagged.. ^__^'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-6213510199838656633</id><published>2008-08-02T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:18.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>むらかみ (Murakami, in hiragana..)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SJR0NBdgSlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tVyuAxMNi9E/s1600-h/page1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SJR0NBdgSlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tVyuAxMNi9E/s400/page1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229932834363296338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;One beautiful April morni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ng, on a narrow side street in Tokyo's fashionable Harujuku neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tell you the truth, she's not that good-looking. She doesn't stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep. She isn't young, either - must be near thirty, not even close to a "girl," properly speaking. But still, I know from fifty yards away: She's the 100% perfect girl for me. The moment I see her, there's a rumbling in my chest, and my m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;outh is as dry as a desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have your own particular favorite type of girl - one with slim ankles, say, or big eyes, or graceful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;fingers, or you're drawn for no good reason to girls who take their time with every meal. I have my own preferences, of course. Sometimes in a restaurant I'll catch myself staring at the girl at the next table to mine because I like the shape of her nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one can insist that his 100% perfect girl correspond to some preconceived type. Much as I like noses, I can't recall the shape of hers - or even if she had one. All I can remember for sure is that she was no great beauty. It's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yesterday on the street I passed the 100% girl," I tell someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah?" he says. "Good-looking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not really."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your favorite type, then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. I can't seem to remember anything about her - the shape of her eyes or the size of her breasts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Strange."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. Strange."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So anyhow," he says, already bored, "what did you do? Talk to her? Follow her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah. Just passed her on the street."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's walking east to west, and I west to east. It's a really nice April morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could talk to her. Half an hour would be plenty: just ask her about herself, tell her about myself, and - what I'd really like to do - explain to her the complexities of fate that have led to our passing each other on a side street in Harajuku on a beautiful April morning in 1981. This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock build when peace filled the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking, we'd have lunch somewhere, maybe see a Woody Allen movie, stop by a hotel bar for cocktails. With any kind of luck, we might end up in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the distance between us has narrowed to fifteen yards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I approach her? What should I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning, miss. Do you think you could spare half an hour for a little conversation?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculous. I'd sound like an insurance salesman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pardon me, but would you happen to know if there is an all-night cleaners in the neighborhood?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this is just as ridiculous. I'm not carrying any laundry, for one thing. Who's going to buy a line like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the simple truth would do. "Good morning. You are the 100% perfect girl for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, she wouldn't believe it. Or even if she did, she might not want to talk to me. Sorry, she could say, I might be the 100% perfect girl for you, but you're not the 100% boy for me. It could happen. And if I found myself in that situation, I'd probably go to pieces. I'd never recover from the shock. I'm thirty-two, and that's what growing older is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pass in front of a flower shop. A small, warm air mass touches my skin. The asphalt is damp, and I catch the scent of roses. I can't bring myself to speak to her. She wears a white sweater, and in her right hand she holds a crisp white envelope lacking only a stamp. So: She's written somebody a letter, maybe spent the whole night writing, to judge from the sleepy look in her eyes. The envelope could contain every secret she's ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a few more strides and turn: She's lost in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, of course, I know exactly what I should have said to her. It would have been a long speech, though, far too long for me to have delivered it properly. The ideas I come up with are never very practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. It would have started "Once upon a time" and ended "A sad story, don't you think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. The boy was eighteen and the girl sixteen. He was not unusually handsome, and she was not especially beautiful. They were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the 100% perfect boy and the 100% perfect girl for them. Yes, they believed in a miracle. And that miracle actually happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the two came upon each other on the corner of a street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is amazing," he said. "I've been looking for you all my life. You may not believe this, but you're the 100% perfect girl for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you," she said to him, "are the 100% perfect boy for me, exactly as I'd pictured you in every detail. It's like a dream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect other. What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other. It's a miracle, a cosmic miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they sat and talked, however, a tiny, tiny sliver of doubt took root in their hearts: Was it really all right for one's dreams to come true so easily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, when there came a momentary lull in their conversation, the boy said to the girl, "Let's test ourselves - just once. If we really are each other's 100% perfect lovers, then sometime, somewhere, we will meet again without fail. And when that happens, and we know that we are the 100% perfect ones, we'll marry then and there. What do you think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," she said, "that is exactly what we should do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so they parted, she to the east, and he to the west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test they had agreed upon, however, was utterly unnecessary. They should never have undertaken it, because they really and truly were each other's 100% perfect lovers, and it was a miracle that they had ever met. But it was impossible for them to know this, young as they were. The cold, indifferent waves of fate proceeded to toss them unmercifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One winter, both the boy and the girl came down with the season's terrible inluenza, and after drifting for weeks between life and death they lost all memory of their earlier years. When they awoke, their heads were as empty as the young D. H. Lawrence's piggy bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were two bright, determined young people, however, and through their unremitting efforts they were able to acquire once again the knowledge and feeling that qualified them to return as full-fledged members of society. Heaven be praised, they became truly upstanding citizens who knew how to transfer from one subway line to another, who were fully capable of sending a special-delivery letter at the post office. Indeed, they even experienced love again, sometimes as much as 75% or even 85% love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed with shocking swiftness, and soon the boy was thirty-two, the girl thirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, but along the same narrow street in the Harajuku neighborhood of Tokyo. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in their chest. And they knew:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the 100% perfect girl for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the 100% perfect boy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fouteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sad story, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's it, that is what I should have said to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On seeing the 100% perfect girl one beautiful April morning by Haruki Murakami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am deeply in love with Murakami. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely buying my own copy of his books. All of them, if I may say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next will be Banana Yoshimoto and Neil Gaiman (wow, haha!) .. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyuuuuuuu~!&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/279802968248903105-6213510199838656633?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/6213510199838656633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=6213510199838656633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/6213510199838656633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/6213510199838656633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/08/murakami-in-hiragana.html' title='むらかみ (Murakami, in hiragana..)'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SJR0NBdgSlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tVyuAxMNi9E/s72-c/page1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-5014406671860364427</id><published>2008-07-26T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:19.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laika...</title><content type='html'>The first few words I uttered after putting Sputnik Sweetheart down were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine it. Me, saying those two words, hanging in the air, with my eyebrows furrowed, soft and almost whisper-like exclamation. I was surprised. No. Not surprised, I was more shocked than surprised for what happened was something that I haven't experience in a while. Thinking. I was in awe for something that I think, for now, is more than what my brain could handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murakami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, my head might have been hibernating for eons (aside from time to time stimulation brought by Ady's brainstorming sessions) that it took a fatal blow upon opening Mura-kun's book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shimatta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It left this gnawing feeling inside me that lingers even now that I'm hammering away on my keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Even my writing style is somehow nostalgic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhh.. I'm reading it one more time.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read! Read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-5014406671860364427?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/5014406671860364427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=5014406671860364427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5014406671860364427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5014406671860364427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/07/laika.html' title='Laika...'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-7096233956948951544</id><published>2008-07-19T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:18.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm eating Apples again! ^___^</title><content type='html'>I miss the smell of book pages. How long has it been since the last time I buried my nose in the aroma of ink and paper? Weeks? Months? Years? I can' recall, it's so sad. I know I don't have anybody else to blame but myself since I over indulged with shoujo mangas and anime in my spare time instead of finishing Age of Innocence (hontou ni gomen, Kaoru! I'm still not done with it..  T___T) I got so used of reading mangas online that when I open a book, my eyes automatically fly to the right side of the page. In short, the monitor replaced the ink and paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it looks like I would start smelling pages again because somebody's artwork caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil Gaiman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rai, a new friend from the new office (^___^/"/ hello Murasaki-chan!), introduced him to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he the guy who wrote Stardust? Yep, that's him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I remember Wywy-sama laughing at the title of the movie adaptation because it was so cheesy while I, on the other hand, was pleased because Stardust is one of my pet name for Arvin. Though it's a secret why! :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Rai told me about his novel which involved a Fox, a monk and Morpheus (from The Sandman). I immediately got curioused because it was based on a Japanese folklore and it was drawn by Yoshitaka Amano (Final Fantasy) and when she showed me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SIKp9Ov4ahI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KM63PAAgFCQ/s1600-h/Sanddream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SIKp9Ov4ahI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KM63PAAgFCQ/s400/Sanddream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224925387099236882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It literally took my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and after reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with the artwork and with the story. Arigatou, Murasaki-chan for lending me the book and introducing Gaiman! ^_________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and thus, it triggered my decision to collect graphic novels. I know, it's impossible at this point but hey, we'll never know! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I finally bought one of Murakami's books. This one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SIKrBUDtY8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/JDiALMzFlk8/s1600-h/Sputniksweetheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SIKrBUDtY8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/JDiALMzFlk8/s400/Sputniksweetheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224926556755682242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cost me a LOT. I sacrificed the new shirt and jeans that I've been planning of buying for months now in exchange for this book. It's worth it, I can still manage with my current clothes but my brain couldn't take its hunger anymore. I have to feed it. Haha.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend from the Office, Ron (haller, Ron-kun! ^___^/"/) , and I will be exchanging books next time because he has Norwegian Wood. Yey! Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do, I'm becoming the bookworm that I was again.. So happy.. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not very happy with DeviantArt though. They keep on deleting my wallpapers, saying that I commited a copyright infringement. WTH?! I try to put credits on my work as much as possible. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and worst, they took my most "Favorite" -d work, Itazura na Kiss.. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate them! Grrrrrr.. To think I've encouraged so many people to sign up in deviantart.. huhu.. T__T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-7096233956948951544?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/7096233956948951544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=7096233956948951544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/7096233956948951544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/7096233956948951544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-eating-apples-again.html' title='I&amp;#39;m eating Apples again! ^___^'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SIKp9Ov4ahI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KM63PAAgFCQ/s72-c/Sanddream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-4128608307604806311</id><published>2008-07-15T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:18.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[chuu~</title><content type='html'>I look stupid, I can't stop smiling. ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times, how many versions, how many episodes, whether it's on print or in tube, I still get this stupid smile on my face every time I watch Itazura na Kiss (It Started With A Kiss) and  it still has the same effect on me: Lovebug. Haha..  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've said on one of my posts on DeviantArt, Irie-kun (or Zhi Shu in ISWAK) is somehow my ideal guy. Come to think of it, he almost have the same attitude as Chiaki-senpai.. (sorta cold, teehee.. xD) Sheesh. And then I like Kyouya Ootori from Ouran.. Jeez, am I a masochist subconciously? &gt;__&lt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPOILERS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahaha! Omedeto Kotoko-chan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SH2J1SkU5oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/91SQMEO_k0g/s1600-h/confession.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SH2J1SkU5oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/91SQMEO_k0g/s320/confession.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223482691429918338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long journey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SH2KoHrD_uI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hl7zRm5zgxI/s1600-h/wedding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SH2KoHrD_uI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hl7zRm5zgxI/s320/wedding.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223483564678708962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like the manga more though and ISWAK.. :D Joe Cheng did a good job portraying Shi Zhu (Irie-kun), although he's a bit, uhmm, soft (?) at times.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyaaaa, more, more, more! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're curious why I love this series, you can watch it here:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.crunchyroll.com/group/CRSeries_-_Itazura_na_Kiss_-_Anime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! ^___^v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-4128608307604806311?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/4128608307604806311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=4128608307604806311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/4128608307604806311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/4128608307604806311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/07/chuu.html' title='[chuu~'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SH2J1SkU5oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/91SQMEO_k0g/s72-c/confession.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-8870528164580040080</id><published>2008-07-12T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:19.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>たそがれ</title><content type='html'>I wonder if the person who crossed my mind today also thought about me.&lt;br /&gt;Even just for a minute,&lt;br /&gt;a second,&lt;br /&gt;a millisecond,&lt;br /&gt;a nanosecond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you miss my smile, &lt;br /&gt;laughter, &lt;br /&gt;smell, &lt;br /&gt;eyes, &lt;br /&gt;stories, &lt;br /&gt;conversations,&lt;br /&gt;as I miss you, in all your entirety, on that split second you entered my thoughts? &lt;br /&gt;I wonder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But then again, you'll just tell me I have too much time to laze around that's why I can still think of these things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. You don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories, it leaves a lingering bittersweetness for the soul to feed upon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-8870528164580040080?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/8870528164580040080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=8870528164580040080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/8870528164580040080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/8870528164580040080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='たそがれ'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-6703107494052903574</id><published>2008-07-06T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:18.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates lang.. ^o^</title><content type='html'>I'm borrowing your line, Nathan.. Updates lang.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There hasn't been enough time to write lately. I'm in the 10pm to 6am shift, so it's either I stay up until 12nn out of the house or get home and be asleep by 8am. I miss my friends, I miss my Cabal Online Wizard (Akong, we're yet to play together! Wait for me! \"\ ^___^/"/), I miss going to Divi, I miss... A lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, I haven't been producing wallpapers either. Just this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SHEkJlnT1hI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MaFsoAB5cgo/s1600-h/love+story+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SHEkJlnT1hI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MaFsoAB5cgo/s320/love+story+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219993190233527826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made that after taking some time to do a marathon of Parfait Tic (read chapters 1-103, all in one sitting!). I should be glad because it's my first decent CG in PS but instead, I'm kind of down. I feel like my creativity (if there has been any to begin with xD) is slowly seeping out of me. No, I don't blame the job, I think I matured (just a bit!), and I finally understood some things.&lt;br /&gt;-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to finish my romance novel but after giving it another run through, I trashed the idea. One word came to mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plagiarism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Tada Kaoru, I got carried away by Irie-kun.. :) I'll make my own hero next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting along pretty well with my new officemates. Nobody calls me Essie-hime anymore (I miss Wywy-sama, Patty-chan, Ria-chan, Mari-chan and Joanne-chan! Not you, Anselmo, daikirai!! Hmpf! :p) but I'll be forever using that nickname, arigatou.. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new officemates make fun of my name Ester. It's because they've known me as Essie since Day 1 and when it was my chance to report, my name was flased on the projector. Sheeeesh. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sad and hopeful both at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad because:&lt;br /&gt;1. Nobody likes anime in my team that much&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't have anybody who I can learn Japanese with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopeful because:&lt;br /&gt;1. I can see A LOT of people onemanga.com at the lobby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad because:&lt;br /&gt;3. But I think they are just a bunch of Narutards or Bleachmaniacs.. Haha, don't get me wrong, I meant that in a good way. I, eherm, like Naruto and Bleach too but I just can't stand people who says "I love anime" and then when I ask them what they've seen they would tell me all the animes that were shown in either GMA or ABS-CBN only. Well, I kinda want to have an anime conversation away from those two animes because I dropped Naruto and Bleach as well as One Piece from my must watch list because of the sole reason that those series were too long. (oh, and maybe because they were too commercialized.. @__@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopeful because:&lt;br /&gt;2. I did make a bunch of new friends.. :) hontoni shiawase da! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Ouran:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Atta boy, Hikaru-kun! You did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next:&lt;br /&gt;Go go go Tamaki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no Nodachi.. *sigh* and just about when Chiaki is giving his carrot to Nodame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gyabooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Haha, that didn't come out right. It was waaaaay too ambiguous. Oh well, Nodame  fans would know what I'm talking about..  :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(.. and does that mean Chiaki only has a ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;carrot&lt;/span&gt;?! Buahahahahahaha.. xD sorry, it's already 5 in the morning, I'm no longer thinking right.. :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, I got this from Nathan. I was curious so I took the "test:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/chinese/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Empress&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents, &lt;br /&gt;beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You&amp;nbsp;may&amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;good&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;home &lt;br /&gt;decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmn, the Empress huh? So I'm no longer a hime? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of being a hime, I had a weird dream last night. It's giving me goosebumps just by remembering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing in the middle of a garden (think period gardens e.g. Ever After, The Man With The Iron Mask), some people were busy preparing for something. I get the feeling that it was for a wedding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh, lemme turn the lights on first, I'm getting scared.. @_____@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly a man in an equestrian costume, the Prince, approached me. He seems to be looking for some sort of treasure. He asked me if I know where the lake is and I said I know where it was. He wanted me to take him there and I said "We can only get there by horse" (Alam nyo 'yung paraan ng mga Kastila noong araw ng pananakop ng lupain? 'Yung tipong "hanggang matatanaw ng mata mo", ganoon kalaki daw 'yung tatahakin namin..) So he whistled then two horses came, one brown then one white. I remember him riding the white one but when I'm about to ride the brown one, it was white!.. So there, we rode until we reached the border of his land which turned out to be the sea (think Baywalk, with all the trees and bench). At that point, I got scared because I realized that the lake he was looking for was actually the sea! Then he disappeared and I got really sad because I was sort of in love with him (I was in love to a Prince in tights? Ek! :p)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. It was cut-off, then suddenly I was with Arvin, Besh and Enil somewhere in Imbiernes (dito sa may Pandacan) and I was asking them to join me in my search for the treasure because my self then knew I was a Princess and I need to search for that treasure. I had one clue, the number 25.. So we moved forward but then suddenly We were in a tunnel with intersections and then I was in a procession. No creepy long black robes or whatsoever, just ordinary humans but when I looked around I got separated from them and I can't find neither Arvin, Besh or Enil and when I looked around, I can see graves! No particular name on it, just graves, just like the one my Lolo have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Arvin about the dream and he was worried so he told me not to sleep again, yet. (He actually slept over, so it was a good thing he was with me when I woke up.. ^__^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said he remembered reading in a newspaper that there was a prediction about a very strong Earthquake on July 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... then last night, we had an earthquake. Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, am I becoming a psychic or what?! Now, I can't sleep.. @___@ It's 6am already.. Maybe I'll wait for Mama to wake up first, then I'll go to sleep.. @__@&lt;br /&gt;-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-6703107494052903574?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/6703107494052903574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=6703107494052903574&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/6703107494052903574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/6703107494052903574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/07/updates-lang-o.html' title='Updates lang.. ^o^'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SHEkJlnT1hI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MaFsoAB5cgo/s72-c/love+story+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-2330793630231930990</id><published>2008-06-24T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:19.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another broken promise..</title><content type='html'>Nah, it's nothing serious. I'm just kind of down in the slump lately since there hasn't been any update recently on the mangas I reallly really love.. No updates yet on Nodame Cantabile, Nana, Ouran HS Host Club and Itazura na Kiss, so sad.. T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Chiaki-senpai badly and yet there's no shirt to smell (haha, only Nodame enthusiast will understand the joke, gomen!). I've watched Nodame Cantabile's Paris Night Special for the nth time. It doesn't sate the thirst for more Nodachi update, but it fills my senses with Noda spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gyabooooooooooo!   \^____^/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I'm already intoxicated by the Nodame spirit, I'm no longer making any sense! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukol was disappointed when ABS-CBN suddenly decided not to air They Kiss Again while I, on the other hand, was relieved. There's really something about Xiang Qin and Shi Zhu (or Naoki-kun and Kotoko-chan in the original version) that really makes me stay put and watch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manga's incomplete because Tada Kaoru died of a disease before she was able to finish the manga. I'm currently up to date with the animated version of the manga. I'm done watching the live version and God, the Taiwanese version almost just literally translated the whole deal into their language. Well, my point is, I still can't get enough. Why did you leave us, Tada-san? T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHSHC, I'm still waiting for Tamaki and Haruhi to realize their #%$#%# feelings! Haha, they're so naive. Cute! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in the call center business and I can say that I'm enthusiastic about my job again. But.. I wanna change some things this time. I want to focus on my job, no more half hearted attempts and lame excuses for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm still holding on to my dream. But Arvin said something to me that made me decide in favor of BPO industry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No, Hun, it's not the "I told you so" speech.. It's the "Let's compromise" talk.. ^__^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, my CCT (Cultural and Communications Trainer) in 24/7 was really good. He's so observant of what my flaws were and was able to pin them out individually. But then again, I noticed, since I started working with 24/7, I got scared to speak and write in English again. I feel like there's always something wrong either with my S-V agreement or with my tenses.. Ugh. See? I won't edit this post anymore, I'll end up redoing everything, just tell me if I have any errors, OK? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, another senseless post.. But Paula's right, this is my blog so I can choose whatever is in it.. xD maybe I can write a more thoughtful post next time.. Teehee.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d^___^b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-2330793630231930990?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/2330793630231930990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=2330793630231930990&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/2330793630231930990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/2330793630231930990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-broken-promise.html' title='Another broken promise..'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-7528930569847751661</id><published>2008-06-22T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:19.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hisashiburi, blog-kun! ^___^</title><content type='html'>Maa, maa! Write, write, write, something with sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hajimeru!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-7528930569847751661?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/7528930569847751661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=7528930569847751661&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/7528930569847751661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/7528930569847751661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/06/hisashiburi-blog-kun.html' title='Hisashiburi, blog-kun! ^___^'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-6397497534809927512</id><published>2008-05-28T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:18.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top 5 Shoujo Anime! ^__^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;桜蘭高校ホスト部（クラブ）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Ōran Kōkō Hosuto Kurabu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haruhi Fujioka is a scholarship student at Ouran High School, a fictional school located in &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bunky%C5%8D%2C_Tokyo" title="Bunkyō, Tokyo"&gt;Bunkyō, Tokyo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Because of the superlative cost of the school uniform, Haruhi resorts to wearing long slacks, polo shirts and vests. Combined with her large glasses and tousled short hair, Haruhi's look causes her to be confused for a boy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Looking for a quiet place to study, Haruhi stumbles upon the Third Music Room, the working place of the Ouran Host Club, a group of six attractive male students (Takashi "Mori", Mitsukuni "Hunny", Kaoru and Hikaru, Tamaki, and Kyouya) who spend their time charming and entertaining the school's girls for profit. During their first meeting, Haruhi accidentally knocks over and break a vase valued at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japanese_yen" title="Japanese yen"&gt;¥&lt;/a&gt;8,000,000, estimated to be &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_dollar" title="United States dollar"&gt;US$&lt;/a&gt;80,000.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In order to pay off the large debt, Haruhi is employed as the club's "dog" and constantly ordered to do menial tasks like serving food or cleaning up. The Club president, without knowing she is really a girl, promotes Haruhi to "host" as soon as he discovers her potential. Even after the truth comes out in the Club, Haruhi continues the charade and is allowed to pay off the rest of her debt working as a host; in order to accomplish this, Haruhi conceals her true identity/gender from the customers. -Wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are LOTS of reason why I love Ouran. One of them is the well developed characters. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SD3qiet0jKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/D8xY__9FKJE/s1600-h/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Ouran-High-School-Host-Club_Louise_95420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SD3qiet0jKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/D8xY__9FKJE/s320/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Ouran-High-School-Host-Club_Louise_95420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205574622391864482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From Renge to Tamaki, everybody has their own story. Two, the humor. I find the antics in OHSHC very funny. Seriously! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually did a marathon of Ouran High School Host Club manga last night. Too bad there still aren't any news about a second season of the anime because there were major changes in the manga that any OHSHC fanatic would love to see animated. Don't worry, there are no spoilers here.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like in Honey and Clover, I can't decide which of them is my favorite character.. *sigh* Before, I love the Hikaru x Haruhi tandem but then again, in the manga.. kyaaaaa.. @_____@ I was turned into a Tamaki x Haruhi fan.. Omg.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope they never ever ever ever ever do a Live of OHSHC, I'm gonna kill them if they do! &gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the ever famous opening song Sakura Kiss by Chieco Kawabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/pqc3fFajRB/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/pqc3fFajRB/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/staceyll/music/m6p64IWS/chieco_kawabe_sakura_kiss/"&gt;Sakura Kiss - Chieco Kawabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is also the same artist, but they did some hocus pocus and turned 'her' voice into 'his' voice.. :D cool! ^__^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/zAS6A5hIRI/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/zAS6A5hIRI/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/farant/music/bzWna8SB/ouran_koukou_host_club_chieco_kawabe_sakura_kiss/"&gt;Sakura Kiss - Ouran Koukou Host Club - Chieco Kawabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I fell in love with that 'guy' version of Sakura Kiss. I can imagine Tamaki singing, haha.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. LOVELY COMPLEX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;ラブ★コン&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Ra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;bu★Kon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lovely Complex&lt;/i&gt; is a love story between a boy and a girl. The girl, Risa Koizumi, is 172 cm (5'7") tall—much taller than the average &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japanese_people" title="Japanese people"&gt;Japanese&lt;/a&gt; girl. The boy, Atsushi Otani, is 156 cm (5'1 and a half") —way below the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_height" title="Human height"&gt;height&lt;/a&gt; of the average Japanese boy. Because of this, they are called the "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Japanese_comedians#A" title="List of Japanese comedians"&gt;All Hanshin Kyojin&lt;/a&gt;" after a popular comedy duo that has a similar height difference. &lt;p&gt;During summer school, a very tall student (from another class) shows up and Risa immediately falls for him, as she has had bad luck with boys in the past because she is tall. There is a girl that Atsushi likes as well, so Risa and Atsushi decide to put aside their differences and help each other get their love interests. But as they get to know each other better, Risa's feelings for Atsushi begin to blossom, and her love life gets complicated from there. -Wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the anime of Lovely Complex again the other day. I still laughed and cried on the same scenes.. :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SD3puOt0jII/AAAAAAAAADs/Q76Ol0Rb0UQ/s1600-h/LC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SD3puOt0jII/AAAAAAAAADs/Q76Ol0Rb0UQ/s320/LC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205573724743699586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Koizumi's facial expressions still made me laugh and Otani's idiocy still got on my nerves. Overall, Lovely Complex still pulled my heartstrings even though I've seen it for, 3 or 4 times already.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say it's an all time favorite.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XS:&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't that impressed with the Live version of LC, uhm, I guess it's with the girl who played Koizumi. I really don't like her acting, waaa.. Gomen.. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Bon by Hey! Say!, my favorite ending theme.. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ST4lrp2B6r/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ST4lrp2B6r/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/heroicage/music/XcSuzW1_/hey_say_7_bon_bon_full_version_anime_lovely_complex/"&gt;BON BON [Full Version] (Anime- Lovely Complex) - Hey! Say! 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. NANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;ナナ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nana_Osaki" title="Nana Osaki"&gt;Nana Osaki&lt;/a&gt; is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Punk_rock" title="Punk rock"&gt;punk&lt;/a&gt; singer who wants to debut with her band as soon as possible to leave her ex-boyfriend, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ren_Honjo" title="Ren Honjo"&gt;Ren Honjo&lt;/a&gt;, behind. Nana was the lead vocalist in their old band with Ren, and they lived together as lovers. When Ren is offered a chance to debut in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tokyo" title="Tokyo"&gt;Tokyo&lt;/a&gt; as a replacement member of the popular band Trapnest (T-Nest for short), Nana chooses to cultivate her own band, Black Stones (BlaSt for short) instead.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nana_Komatsu" title="Nana Komatsu"&gt;Nana Komatsu&lt;/a&gt;, the other Nana, is called Hachi (after &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hachik%C5%8D" title="Hachikō"&gt;Hachikō&lt;/a&gt;) as she has weak mental characteristics that resemble a puppy. With a habit of falling in love at first sight, Hachi has always depended on other people to help her. When her friends and then boyfriend leave for Tokyo, she decides to join them a year later after having saved enough money.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nana and Hachi meet in a train by chance, both on their way to Tokyo. After a string of coincidences, they come to live together in an apartment numbered 707. Despite having contrasting characters and ideals, the Nanas like and respect each other.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;While the Black Stones begin to gain popularity at live gigs, other issues need resolving, esp&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SD337ut0jMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/k57zTjgu9F4/s1600-h/quiet+moments+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SD337ut0jMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/k57zTjgu9F4/s320/quiet+moments+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205589349834722498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ecially in the areas of romance. The story of Nana revolves heavily on the romance and relationships of the two characters as one seeks fame and recognition while the other seeks love and happiness. -Wikipedia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story line was amazing, the OST was fantastic and, again, the characters were well developed. After I watched NANA, I can barely see. My eyes were swollen, haha.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A manga scan I edited.. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song where I got my shout out "You will find me where it's quiet. Listen closely, listen closely." My fave.. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/GIlbH8MvSU/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/GIlbH8MvSU/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/liltamtam/music/49nZKdhT/olivia_inspi_reira_trapnest_a_little_pain/"&gt;A little Pain - OLIVIA inspi REIRA (TRAPNEST)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. NODAME CANTABILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;のだめカンタービレ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Nodame Kantābire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Megumi Noda, or “Nodame” is a piano student at Momogaoka College of Music. An extremely talented pianist who wants to be a kindergarten teacher, she prefers playing by ear rather than reading the music score. She is messy and disorganized, takes baths several days apart and loves to eat, sometimes stealing her friend’s lunchbox when it is filled with delicacies.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Shinichi Chiaki, is Momogaoka’s top student. Born into a musical family, he is talented in piano and violin and has secret ambitions to become a conductor. An arrogant multi-lingual perfectionist who once lived abroad in the music capitals of the world as a young boy (namely &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prague" title="Prague"&gt;Prague&lt;/a&gt;), he is trapped in Japan because of his childhood phobia.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They meet by accident. Nodame quickly falls in love, but it takes much longer for Chiaki to even begin to appreciate Nodame’s unusual qualities. Their relationship causes them both to develop and grow. Along the way, they meet some crazy people (like Masumi, Mine, and Stresemann) and make lasting friendships. Because of Nodame, Chiaki gets the opportunity to lead a student orchestra and begins to have a broader appreciation of people's musical abilities. Because of Chiaki, Nodame faces her fears and enters a piano competition. Opportunities open up as both begin taking risks, stretching themselves far more than they ever thought possible. -Wikipedia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This anime made it to my top 3.. ^__^ I am really thankful to Paula for suggesting it to me. I saw a very good review of this anime in daisuki.com.br but I forgot to check it out, it was Paula who sent me a message regarding Nodame. Pau, thanks uli! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the outcome of me, watching Nodame Cantabile for the nth time. Hehe, one of my favorite scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SD3wfut0jLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8vHqZaHlGE8/s1600-h/senpai%27s+feeding+time+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SD3wfut0jLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8vHqZaHlGE8/s320/senpai%27s+feeding+time+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205581172216990898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my fave song on Nodame:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/qlrJYIoH3e/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/qlrJYIoH3e/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/PLF-5j/music/KX01noeg/crystal_kay_konna_ni_chikaku_de/"&gt;Konna ni Chikaku de... - Crystal Kay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. HONEY AND CLOVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;ハチミツとクローバー&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Hachimitsu to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Kurōbā&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yūta Takemoto, Takumi Mayama and Shinobu Morita are three young men who live in the same apartment complex and are students at an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Art_college" class="mw-redirect" title="Art college"&gt;art college&lt;/a&gt; in Tokyo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One day, one of the art professors, Shūji Hanamoto, introduces his cousin's daughter, Hagumi Hanamoto, who has come to live with him and is a first year at the art school. Upon introduction, Takemoto and Morita fall in love with her. Morita expresses his love for Hagu in ways that scare her, especially calling Hagu 'mousey' and constantly photographing her, while Takemoto hides his feelings and tries to be a friend to Hagu. Hagu herself, though initially timid and afraid of company, gradually warms up to the three.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The group also includes another female: Ayumi Yamada. She is a master of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pottery" title="Pottery"&gt;pottery&lt;/a&gt;, and is well known by her name &lt;i&gt;"Tetsujin"&lt;/i&gt; (Iron Lady). When not at school or hanging out with friends from the college, she helps run the family liquor store. She is very popular with all the guys, whether they are from the shopping district the liquor store is in or the other male pottery students, but Mayama is the only man she is in love with.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, although Mayama considers Yamada a friend, he does not return Yamada's love and is busy chasing an older woman, Rika Harada. Rika runs an architecture studio which she used to run with her husband, Harada before he died in a car accident which also left Rika disabled. Rika Harada and Shūji were very close friends and roommates in college. Mayama is sent by Shūji to help Rika, who has a hard time taking care of herself and running her business.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The story follows these five characters in their &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love_triangle" title="Love triangle"&gt;love triangles&lt;/a&gt;, graduating from college, finding jobs, and learning more about themselves. -Wikipedia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Great animation. Superb storyline. Unforgettable characters. The best soundtrack. I don't have enough words to describe how wonderful this anime is.. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to Waltz by Suneohair, one of my fave song. Reminds me of Takemoto.. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/SKiwv2oaKV/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/SKiwv2oaKV/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/3q3ihF6/music/nsZC5_DM/suneohair_waltz/"&gt;Waltz - Suneohair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a wallpaper I did when I was in Takemoto mode.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SD34aet0jNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jXFTJwP_i4A/s1600-h/how+far+can+i+go+without+turning+back+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SD34aet0jNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jXFTJwP_i4A/s320/how+far+can+i+go+without+turning+back+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205589878115699922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. my top 5.. Nothing much, just wanna share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently watching some series:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Itazura na Kiss (yep, the anime and original version of It Started with a Kiss starring Ariel Lin and Joe Cheng)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vampire Knight (I'm so into vampires right now, Kaname-senpaiiiiii! ^__^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Saiunkoku Monogatari II (it's a bit dragging, but then again, I like Shuurei-dono's character. Woman empowerment to the highest level! :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do send me a message if you have any news about these animes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-6397497534809927512?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/6397497534809927512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=6397497534809927512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/6397497534809927512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/6397497534809927512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-top-5-shoujo-anime.html' title='My Top 5 Shoujo Anime! ^__^'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SD3qiet0jKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/D8xY__9FKJE/s72-c/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Ouran-High-School-Host-Club_Louise_95420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-2027572990841718430</id><published>2008-05-24T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:19.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish-a, wish-a, wish wish wish list.. :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas season na! Para sa 'kin! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding, wala pa 'kong pang-regalo.. Anyway, i want to share here that I was pretty amazed with myself today. I created 5 wallpapers. Parang hindi ako nauubusan ng inspiration.. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;If your curious, you can visit http://essie-hime.deviantart.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya ko nasabing christamas season na for me e dahil kanina pa nagpaparamdam ang wishlist. I mean, while I was uploading those wallpapers to deviantart, the word "WISHLIST" on my account's dashboard really had a pull on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So para mapagbigyan na din ang "pull" na 'yon, here's my wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WARNING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, bawal basahin kung hindi magbibigay! :p&lt;br /&gt;Haha, half-meant? Nyahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;*Meanie Mode!* &gt;:-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;1. Wacom pen tablet- so I can try my hands on free drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Scanner- so kahit walang pen tablet, pwede ko na syang i-free hand sa paper then scan na lang.. :) pero siyempre, mas maganda pa din kung may tablet.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Haruki Murakami's books- 'yung much recommended ni Wywy-dono na Sputnik Sweetheart &amp;amp; Norwegian Greenwood. Pero kahit anong title, pwede na. Curious lang talaga ako sa works nya.. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Banana Yoshimoto's books- 'yung Kitchen.. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Either iPod or PSP- nagdadalawang isip pa 'ko kung alin sa dalawa.. (-_-)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Byousoku 5 CM DVD- kahit 'yung pirated lang, basta DVD copy.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Honey and Clover Artbook- rare pictures ng Honey and Clover.. ^O,^ ----&gt; drool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yun lang! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, parang walang wents 'tong blogpost ko na 'to.. Well, anyway. Slowly, makukuha ko din 'yang mga 'yan! Yey! Gambarimasu! ^______^&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/279802968248903105-2027572990841718430?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/2027572990841718430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=2027572990841718430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/2027572990841718430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/2027572990841718430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/05/wish-wish-wish-wish-wish-list-p.html' title='Wish-a, wish-a, wish wish wish list.. :p'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-3943884672733615716</id><published>2008-05-20T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:18.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, So long!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Sayonara, LUGI!"&lt;br /&gt;- essie-hime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I said "Bye Bye" already to my dreams of becoming an editorial assistant with LUGI (LevelUp Games Inc.). I mean, why should I still keep it? First of all, I lack experience. Second, the interview with the Editor-in-Chief didn't go well (sheeesh, I clammed up). Third, there was this yasashii (kind), kakoii (cool), hontoni bishounen (really good looking guy) beside me while I was waiting for my interview and guess what, he's also an applicant for the same position. Hontoni sugoi (really amazing), ne? Atashi no shin was crushed (sorry for the japlish, I can't say it in straight japanese yet, gomen!.. @____@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the start, I knew that having an experience in the writing field was a plus but I also knew it that if you lack experience, it wasn't a minus either. Experience, in terms of jobs, is just a proof that you've done those kind of shit before. But that doesn't necessarily mean that you're good at it, does it? If you look at it closer, experience shouldn't really matter because it's always a case to case basis. One might be good at writing these kind of stuff but then again, he might be bad on other stuff, right? And besides, human are very flexible beings, we can adapt and survive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God. I'm so in ampalaya mode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the interview with the Editor-in-Chief didn't really go as smooth as I expected it to be. Maybe because I tried to guess beforehand every question that he might ask me. You know, Miss Universe/ Job Interview questions like: "Why did you choose LevelUp?" or "If you were given a chance to climb the success ladder, how far do you think you can go?" or I even expected that "Tell me something about yourself" question. Maybe I was disappointed because, well, I did guess one question right. The most idiotic question in an interview, my most hated question. "Tell me..." Ugh! I'm not gonna finish it, so over-rated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, the interview was done in less than 30 minutes while Bishounen-san, who was interviewed ahead of me, took almost an hour. Man, I was really pressured on the idea that he was interviewed before me. It might have been a 'OK' situation if I weren't able to talk to him because then I wouldn't know that he's a former DJ (his term was FM radio announcer, how humble..T_T).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that he was also from Accenture who paid 100k just to get out of the bond.&lt;br /&gt;And that he was a real estate agent.&lt;br /&gt;And that he wrote restaurant reviews for clickthecity.com and got to be treated like a VIP. *envy*&lt;br /&gt;And best of all, that he's the same age as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that compared to him, I'm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyaaaaaaaaaa.. I don't even have the right word. He broke my heart, stole my dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, just kidding! *hides under the bed* T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, how can somebody like him do all those stuff in the span of three years since graduation while I, on the other hand, has done nothing but take calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And watch anime.&lt;br /&gt;And read manga.&lt;br /&gt;And watch more anime.&lt;br /&gt;And read more manga.&lt;br /&gt;And then, take calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyaaaaa, this is absurd! I want a life, life life! I want to go out there and experience how it feels to be like him. How to be like Kaoru. You know, people who do what they love to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, Bishounen-san said something that really hit me here *points heart*. Bullseye. He said that if you really do love writing, the only way to perfect it is through practice, practice, practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmp. I knew that. But darn, I didn't practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the consequence. And since he's the one who's always practicing, he might be the new editorial assistant for the New Media department of LU. Congratulations.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time I'm gonna visit LU's website, I kinda know who wrote those stuff. Bishounen-san.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are really amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm one of them! Hahaha, gambarimasu*! Fight-o, fight-o, fight-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, let me be. I'm cheering myself up! :p I know there would always be somebody better than me at what I'm trying to achieve but nobody can do it like I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do, do, do, do, do! Hala, nabaliw na 'ko, gomen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing. Here's the pic of bishie-san. It's from the launch of their station:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SDMwJ9lNrCI/AAAAAAAAADU/nvLnlIJLgP8/s1600-h/blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SDMwJ9lNrCI/AAAAAAAAADU/nvLnlIJLgP8/s400/blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202554942250658850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, he kinda looks like an egg here but hey, he's really cute in person. He reminds me of Billie Crawford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bishie-san, sorry if I posted your picture here. Hope you never get to see this blog post and if ever you do, *bows* hontoni gomen! Sorry! ^___^V peace! Ganbatte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoroshiku, ne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-3943884672733615716?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/3943884672733615716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=3943884672733615716&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/3943884672733615716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/3943884672733615716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-so-long.html' title='Hello, So long!'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SDMwJ9lNrCI/AAAAAAAAADU/nvLnlIJLgP8/s72-c/blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-366844121051170007</id><published>2008-05-16T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:19.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papers and Bronze</title><content type='html'>I want more than what you can give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than  a 4-digit shoe&lt;br /&gt;Or a coat&lt;br /&gt;That I would forever hang in my closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than scribbles on shirts&lt;br /&gt;Or two-lettered signs&lt;br /&gt;That I can barely care for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I need them, you know&lt;br /&gt;People on statues&lt;br /&gt;In my pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a hero, right now&lt;br /&gt;But I also want dreams&lt;br /&gt;Memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm closing my eyes one more time&lt;br /&gt;Just for a moment, please&lt;br /&gt;Stop saving me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-366844121051170007?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/366844121051170007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=366844121051170007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/366844121051170007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/366844121051170007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/05/papers-and-bronze.html' title='Papers and Bronze'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-2527614204665487053</id><published>2008-05-09T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:19.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing college days with Neruda.. :D</title><content type='html'>I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,&lt;br /&gt;and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On nights like this, I held her in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved me, sometimes I loved her.&lt;br /&gt;How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.&lt;br /&gt;To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear the immense night, more immense without her.&lt;br /&gt;And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.&lt;br /&gt;The night is full of stars and she is not with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.&lt;br /&gt;My soul is lost without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.&lt;br /&gt;My heart searches for her and she is not with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same night that whitens the same trees.&lt;br /&gt;We, we who were, we are the same no longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.&lt;br /&gt;My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once&lt;br /&gt;belonged to my kisses.&lt;br /&gt;Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.&lt;br /&gt;Love is so short and oblivion so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;my soul is lost without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this may be the last pain she causes me,&lt;br /&gt;and this may be the last poem I write for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddest Poem by Pablo Neruda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem is one of the reasons why I love Pablo Neruda.. :) haaaay.. I forgot who made me read Neruda in college but I'm really grateful.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yun lang, no time to create another well thought post eh.. Busy-busyhan, ne, Ady-chan? ^__^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Believe!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-2527614204665487053?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/2527614204665487053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=2527614204665487053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/2527614204665487053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/2527614204665487053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/05/reminiscing-college-days-with-neruda-d.html' title='Reminiscing college days with Neruda.. :D'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-1613806182714611720</id><published>2008-05-04T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:18.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired? ^___^V</title><content type='html'>I made another batch of wallpapers from our cosplay pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, inspired? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, just cheering myself up! Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SB2Y6o1YCeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wLhNFkhpSlA/s1600-h/ayu1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SB2Y6o1YCeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wLhNFkhpSlA/s320/ayu1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196477678216546786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- this is for {Kaoru}.. ;) We thought that this shot was "pang-wallpaper", so there, a wallpaper for you.. ^___^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SB2ZZI1YCgI/AAAAAAAAADE/ol45MPgBxNc/s1600-h/for+takemoto+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SB2ZZI1YCgI/AAAAAAAAADE/ol45MPgBxNc/s320/for+takemoto+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196478202202556930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and this wallpaper is to explain why we don't have Mayama, Morita and Takemoto with us..   Ayu and I were on a summer vacation, yey! Haha. I really wished there were 5 of us cosplaying here. I'm just wondering who will play who.. :p suggestions, mga 'tol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the other version of the HachiKuro wallpaper I posted before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SB2azI1YChI/AAAAAAAAADM/_jRXEqVLw9c/s1600-h/hachikuro1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SB2azI1YChI/AAAAAAAAADM/_jRXEqVLw9c/s320/hachikuro1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196479748390783506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend told me she noticed that I'm more inclined on editing pictures than writing stories. Hmmmn, that may be true. I wonder..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-1613806182714611720?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/1613806182714611720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=1613806182714611720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/1613806182714611720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/1613806182714611720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/05/inspired-v.html' title='Inspired? ^___^V'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SB2Y6o1YCeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wLhNFkhpSlA/s72-c/ayu1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-7216671274011720103</id><published>2008-05-02T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:18.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosplay.. ^__^</title><content type='html'>Got the pictures from our cosplay! ^___^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some for NANA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SBth041YCWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xPEOqs_L1KI/s1600-h/4+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SBth041YCWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xPEOqs_L1KI/s320/4+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195854156339349858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the hardest pose to do! I had to pretend I smoke ala NANA but my manly hands won't flick like a lady! Hehe, oh well! Mukha namang OK sya dito.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SBtrCI1YCXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2NIC9yww4Oc/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SBtrCI1YCXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2NIC9yww4Oc/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195864279577266546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, my hair is sticking out in a weird way.. I tied my hair into two pigtails, tucked them under the cap then I let the ends hang loose.. :p a "haircut" somehow.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SBtr9Y1YCYI/AAAAAAAAACE/7OhZ5vDRG8I/s1600-h/haha+nana+edited+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SBtr9Y1YCYI/AAAAAAAAACE/7OhZ5vDRG8I/s320/haha+nana+edited+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195865297484515714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, when I saw our pictures, this came to mind immediately! i really wanted to put us in the manga! Haha.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here are some of our Honey and Clover Pictures.. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SBtsgI1YCZI/AAAAAAAAACM/z6FjNoK6WMo/s1600-h/DSC_0558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SBtsgI1YCZI/AAAAAAAAACM/z6FjNoK6WMo/s320/DSC_0558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195865894484969874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, serious mode.. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SBtsyY1YCaI/AAAAAAAAACU/j37fHXXtk6A/s1600-h/DSC_0577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SBtsyY1YCaI/AAAAAAAAACU/j37fHXXtk6A/s320/DSC_0577.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195866208017582498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmn.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SBttHY1YCbI/AAAAAAAAACc/wNDsw0jaXZU/s1600-h/hachikuro2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SBttHY1YCbI/AAAAAAAAACc/wNDsw0jaXZU/s320/hachikuro2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195866568794835378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited our favorite pic.. :) I have another version of this picture, better check it out on http://profiles.friendster.com/capricciosocantabile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^___^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Master Vhojie, we are not worthy of your talent kind Sir. Thank you! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-7216671274011720103?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/7216671274011720103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=7216671274011720103&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/7216671274011720103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/7216671274011720103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/05/cosplay.html' title='Cosplay.. ^__^'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GLe139lgutg/SBth041YCWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xPEOqs_L1KI/s72-c/4+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-5442181016773500890</id><published>2008-04-28T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:08:06.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my Solace..</title><content type='html'>I've been looking for the right words for almost thirty minutes now. The 'delete' button became my best friend already but still, I can't find the the right, exact, not cheesy words to tell you how much I appreciate you. Ah, there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with the sudden emotional overflow? Um, it is kinda hard to explain. You see, I decided to create an entry for you because I wanted to brag. Yes, that's right. Out of conceit. I really wanted them to know how you held me tonight. No, not that xxx sort of 'held' but it's how you put your arms around me and said I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been hard for both of us these past few days because you have to go to school then go to work then do your household chores then there's me asking: "So, asan ako 'dun?". It's like you don't stop running around. OK, so it's been hard mostly on you, but hey, I love you so it's also difficult for me to see you having a hard time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally last night, after a long week, you were able to lie down beside me. Asleep. I tried to wake you up by kissing you lightly on your cheeks but then you were still asleep. Fast asleep. On the lips. I heard snores. When I couldn't bear it any longer, I shook your shoulders and that woke you up. You took a deep breath and said, "Pasensya na Mahal ha..". I thought you were already awake so I blabbered excitedly about how our cosplaying went only to notice you're snoring. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up. So I gently ran my hands over the growing stubbles on your jaw and chin but to my surprise, you brushed it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"Aba! Ang galing mo ha! Lumayas ka sa kama ko, umuwi ka sa inyo at doon ka plumakda at matulog na parang walang pakialam sa mundo!.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I wanted to tell you. But since I'm a girl, I did what's natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I pulled the other half of the blanket that's covering you!&lt;/span&gt; But you didn't respond. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I took your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;tandayan&lt;/span&gt; but you didn't even budge a little.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I picked the wallet out of your pocket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but I guess there's nothing in there so you still didn't care. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I tried opening your eyelids and blinding you with your CP's light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but you just turned over and went back to sleep. Alas, I moved on the other edge of the bed, turned my back on you and did the second most natural thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was so hurt that I cried. I keep on thinking that you might probably sleep until morning without realizing that you've brushed me away. I wanted to whack you on the head but I understood that you were dead tired. So there, I surrendered. I was ready to go to sleep with tears in my eyes and a burden in my heart when I felt you move. I turned over and saw you, in your sleep, reaching your arms out and looking for me. I instinctively moved away but you keep reaching out until you found me. (Besides, the bed isn't that large.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and in your arms, I continued crying. Lo and behold, that woke you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baka, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but at that time, I felt I was the character of that TV series I was watching and I was pleased. I realized that I've been given the privilege of your arms' warmth for seven years already and they've always waited for my return. This is my dream that you made into reality.&lt;br /&gt;You are my very own genius, conductor and rockstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xie xie.&lt;br /&gt;Arigatou.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Serenity..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-5442181016773500890?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/5442181016773500890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=5442181016773500890&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5442181016773500890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/5442181016773500890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-my-solace.html' title='To my Solace..'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-934605159092908501</id><published>2008-04-25T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:19.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ちあき　しにち</title><content type='html'>Chiaki Shinichi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see that? His name is in hiragana and I can't even believe I understand that now.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study, study, study! Gambarimasu! ^__^V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-934605159092908501?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/934605159092908501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=934605159092908501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/934605159092908501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/934605159092908501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='ちあき　しにち'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-1371812629221630171</id><published>2008-04-20T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:19.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tsuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Your beginning is my end&lt;br /&gt; and my end is your beginning&lt;br /&gt;(I begin when you end&lt;br /&gt; and when I end, you begin)&lt;br /&gt;Like a shadow of your light&lt;br /&gt; destined not to touch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your light is my existence;&lt;br /&gt; Only a glimpse of your brilliance&lt;br /&gt;I am you&lt;br /&gt; But you are never me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         -- Essie-hime&lt;br /&gt;                                 -xoxoxoxoxox-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai Yazawa is one of my favorite mangaka because of NANA and Paradise Kiss. I've heard of her other works such as Princess Ai, Gokinjo Monogatari and Tenshi Nanaka Ja Nai but I never came across any of them yet until last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking Paula's blog, I really got curious about Hyde from &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;L'Arc-en-Ciel. I went to youtube to check him out then found this cute video of him and his wife Megumi Oishi meeting for the first time. I can't believe how cute he is.. hahaha.. xD He was really shy, so adorable.. ;) then I went to wikipedia to check his background and there I saw that aside from the movie Moon Child, he also had another one called Kagen no Tsuki. OMG, an Ai Yazawa. So there, went back to onemanga and finished the whole manga in one sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's more of website hopping, if you ask me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I retired back to bed, of course Ai Yazawa's work haunted me again. Thus, a poem after a long time of being unable to create one. Uhm, but I think the poem is still a diamond in the rough (hahaha, love your own work! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-1371812629221630171?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/1371812629221630171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=1371812629221630171&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/1371812629221630171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/1371812629221630171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/04/moon.html' title='Moon..'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-3041248274082948057</id><published>2008-04-19T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:19.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Wheels and Dreams..</title><content type='html'>I always follow straight lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like other kids, I also tried riding a bicycle when I was young. It was exhilarating! The wind would lift my hair from my nape, the sun would dry up my sweat and burn my arms while my feet wouldn't stop from pedaling. It was a wonderland, until the security guard from the bank would approach me and ward me off since I'm on a private property. I'm on the bank's parking lot. But I like riding my bike there, it's perfect. Darn Manong Guard! So, as I scurry away from the bank, I would throw the man a killing stare, not that it affects him. He's already busy opening doors anyway. So I went there again the following day, and the next day and the following day after the next day until the Manong Guard grew tired of my presence there and left me to enjoy my wonderland. But we moved to a new house, that ended my beautiful biking days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I remember three reasons why I love biking at the back of the bank's office. One, I have the place to myself (yeah, because other kids would usually play at Balagtas, a park near our house). Two, the road's a cement not an asphalt and three, I could roam free inside the parking area's four corners without worrying about other kids that I might run down with my bike or other kids that might borrow my bike from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I told you before, we moved and that ended my beautiful biking days but until now, I never learned to turn left nor right on a bike. I am telling you, I always follow straight lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so afraid of falling flat on the ground. That's why I didn't want to ride together with other kids at Balagtas because I once borrowed a friend's bike and I fell hard on my face. I was quite tall for my age then (but never got taller.. xD) and was rumored to be always on top of my class. Everybody has high hopes on me. When I rode that bike, turned and fell, it was really painful but what's more painful was their laughter. So I think from then on, I hated responsibilities. Just like how I hated turning left or right on my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning always make me feel like falling so what I do every time I need to go back to the other end of the lot  is dismount my bike, drag it to face the right direction then ride it again. It's that simple. I felt safer that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thus, my working days came. I've never really given thoughts of my bike riding days until recently. My attitude towards work reminded me of my riding habits. Alas, until now, I still follow straight lines, get off my bike when I'm faced to the wall, turn my back from it then ride again. A never ending bicycle circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right at this very moment, my heart's beating really fast, wanting to prove that I can turn without getting off. That I can face the wall then turn from it gracefully. I keep imagining that it will be like looking back to somebody who belittled you while flipping your hair, thinking: "O ha, ano ka ngayon?" Well, that speech was me, maybe you can think of a better line to say. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, no more getting off Essie-hime, just pedaling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And turning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*closes eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-3041248274082948057?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/3041248274082948057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=3041248274082948057&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/3041248274082948057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/3041248274082948057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/04/of-wheels-and-dreams.html' title='Of Wheels and Dreams..'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-6540519325169785807</id><published>2008-04-17T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:19.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Essie Molina = Emo.. :p</title><content type='html'>I guess it's luck, but it's the same&lt;br /&gt;Hard luck, you've been trying to tame&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's love, but it's like you said,&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like a role that we play."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I believe in you so much&lt;br /&gt;I could die for the words that you say&lt;br /&gt;But, I believe in you so much&lt;br /&gt;I could die from the words that you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you're chasin' the ghost of a good thing&lt;br /&gt;Haunting yourself as the real thing&lt;br /&gt;It's getting away from you again&lt;br /&gt;While you're chasin' ghosts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's luck, but it's the same&lt;br /&gt;Hard luck, you've been trying to tame&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's love, but it's like you said,&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like a role that we play."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I believe in you so much&lt;br /&gt;I could die for the words that you say&lt;br /&gt;But, I believe in you so much&lt;br /&gt;I could die from the words that you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you're chasin' the ghost of a good thing&lt;br /&gt;Haunting yourself as the real thing&lt;br /&gt;It's getting away from you again&lt;br /&gt;While you're chasin' ghosts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bend the pieces til they fit&lt;br /&gt;Like they were made for it&lt;br /&gt;But, they weren't meant for this&lt;br /&gt;No, they weren't meant for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bend the pieces til they fit&lt;br /&gt;Like they were made for it&lt;br /&gt;But, they weren't meant for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasin' the ghost of a good thing&lt;br /&gt;Haunting yourself as the real thing&lt;br /&gt;It's getting away, away, away, away from you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasin' the ghost of a good thing&lt;br /&gt;Haunting yourself as the real thing&lt;br /&gt;It's getting away from you again&lt;br /&gt;While you're chasin' ghosts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost of a Good Thing by Dashboard Confessional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried my ass off after listening to this song. It hit me so hard that I listened to it all day. While walking, cleaning, taking a bath, eating. When my cousin, Judith, came home, I made her listen to the song. Jeff and Arvin became my victims too. They were talking while I made them listen. They continued talking, I continued crying. It's just so... Sad. Because it's making me wake up to reality. Maybe I'm only chasing the ghost of a good thing, maybe I'm only bending pieces to fit. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, there goes one tissue pack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-6540519325169785807?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/6540519325169785807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=6540519325169785807&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/6540519325169785807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/6540519325169785807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/04/essie-molina-emo-p.html' title='Essie Molina = Emo.. :p'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279802968248903105.post-7011726556530520178</id><published>2008-04-07T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:53:19.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa 'yo, Nathan.. :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;Dear Nathan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;"Bwiset ka. Pinaiyak mo 'ko."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;'Yan lang dapat ang ilalagay 'kong comment sa napaka-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;ikli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt; mong post for me. Two reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;1. To tease you since sabi mo gusto mo ng mahabang comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;2. Because it's true. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;Looking back, I've lost count on how many times I've tried to put a sensible comment on your friendster account. 'Yung tipong makapagbagbag damdamin. Everytime I try to do so, I would start to reminisce then would eventually stop since I don't know how to put all of them into words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;I remember, back CCT days, you were so popular among our batch. It's like there is an unvoiced saying that goes: "Kung hindi mo friend si Tan, di ka popular!" or something like that. You were always surrounded with excitement (e.g. Troy, Joie, Kaye) and I just remember looking at you from a safe distance. Si Con-Con pa lagi ko nung kasama. Then, ewan, di ko alam when we started talking to each other. I don't remember what's our first conversation is like but I bet it's about anime. I was so glad then I met somebody in CVG that knows anime specially the super cheesy na Sailor Moon! Hahaha.. xD Ah, I guess it was when everybody from M21 migrated to Back Office when we started to really talk. We were the only ones left from the original team since pareho tayo ng weakness: ATTENDANCE! Hehe.. Then I remember saying to myself (swear, I really told myself this) that you look kinda sad, so I decided to become your friend. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;Thus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;• Becoming your friend means me influencing you to play Ragnarok Online. Yup Odin server pero si Neera ko ay isang Brewer Alchemist! Ang Full Support Priest ko ay si ....daph...! I remember spongecola001, obvious kaya na may crush ka sa kanya! Hahaha.. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;• To bear with your fetishes. Habang nasa dulong stations tayo para mag-internet, pinapapunta mo ako nun sa website ni Asia Agcaoili para maghanap ng sextoys! Then nung nabanggit ko sa 'yo na merong dildong binebenta sa Sta. Cruz eh gusto mo akong pabilihin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;• To let you in to my life. I'm a Scorpion, natural na sa akin maging secretive pero when it comes to you I can easily say what I want to say. Kasi sabi mo nun manhid ka, I took that seriously. Let me share you what I've written on my prev blog, 'yung hadazawari-ekek. I found the right address pero I'm not putting any further post on that one so eto, quote na lang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I.. wouldn't want them to read my blogposts because these are my words of reality to them. Words I would never have the courage to say, or words that I've said but I'll be dismissing as a joke later on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know one person who can read this. Shamashu. He'll never know what he means to me. He's my so called "insensitive" friend but he can listen to all my angst in the world and then dismiss it afterwards. He's currently doing some blogposting too, where he vents out all his carnal desires in the written form. *evil laugh* To you, thank you for the inspiration!...&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;... and I never had the chance to thank you properly for listening to my rants back then. Nung "mahaba ang hair ko." Bwiset ka sa buhay nun, araw-araw mo 'kong sinasabihan na "salawahan" or "nakikiapid" or "lalakero" pero that never fails to put a smile on my face, until now, natatawa kasi ako sa expression ng mukha mo. Hehe. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;• To let you let me in to your life. I always advise you things. To save up, to buy yourself a new PC, to learn Corel or Photoshop, to learn Japanese. I always tell you to love yourself because you'll never really know how to love somebody else if you don't love yourself first. But then again you would only know how to fully love yourself by finding the person that brings out the best in you. Confusing noh? Aawayin mo nanaman ako kasi I'm talking in riddles again. I told you, hindi ako magaling sa "direct to the point". I need to learn that skill, pronto! Basta ang main point dun, mahalin mo si Nathan Cervillano!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;Essie-hime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;- xoxoxox -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;(may "hime" na lagi 'yan sa dulo. pauso ng accenture friend ko. it means "princess" in japanese.. ^___^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;PS. Hindi mo naman talaga kamukha si Chocolate, mas pogi ka dun.. :D at maganda naman talaga ang mata, bulag ka lang talaga kaya di mo makita. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;I miss you Nathan. Pero kung yayayain mo uli akong manood ng isa pang ala "Daybreak" na movie, hindi na kita miss.. Aatakihin ako sa puso sa mga pinapapanood mo sa 'kin eh! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279802968248903105-7011726556530520178?l=essiehime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/feeds/7011726556530520178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279802968248903105&amp;postID=7011726556530520178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/7011726556530520178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279802968248903105/posts/default/7011726556530520178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essiehime.blogspot.com/2008/04/sa-nathan-p.html' title='Sa &amp;#39;yo, Nathan.. :p'/><author><name>えすたひめ essie-hime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09759841449153464737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GLe139lgutg/R_yEJTRllkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2uHwYZFPjdI/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
