<?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-452045189790216667</id><updated>2011-07-30T20:52:21.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>사랑해  Saranghae= "I Love You"</title><subtitle type='html'>Share the Love!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Momo☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514592906500162194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/TGlefZUcnaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/uWINFwUCRH8/S220/100815_ellegirl_1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452045189790216667.post-160039190608338295</id><published>2009-07-28T07:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T07:40:36.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reborn Translations by ArjetLuna on Fanfiction.net</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hey there, long time no see huh? Well, I've got good news for you! I recently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;  font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A Kusottare!: ** **! (ch.14).&lt;br /&gt;Aa-, sonomama de: Yes, just like that (ch.15).&lt;br /&gt;Anata ha totemo yoi: You feel so good (ch.11).&lt;br /&gt;Anata no mottomo kanbi na chikubi o shite iru: You have the most luscious&lt;br /&gt;nipples (ch.19).&lt;br /&gt;Anataha hadakani narimashitane?: You undressed, didn’t you? (ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Asoko desuka?: Right there? (ch.15).&lt;br /&gt;Ato nankaika kita atonara iideshou: After she’s come to ** a few more times&lt;br /&gt;(ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Baka: stupid, can be used as a suffix (ch.4).&lt;br /&gt;Bakudō: binding spells (ch.3, 4).&lt;br /&gt;Bankai: final release (ch.7, 8, 14).&lt;br /&gt;-chan: suffix denoting affection (ch.2, 10, 12, 17, 21).&lt;br /&gt;Chigau yakarano seinanodesukara: It’s other people’s fault (ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Chikushou: Damn/**/** (ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Chikushoume: Son-of-a-** (ch.19).&lt;br /&gt;Chikushoume, anatta ha kitsui na…watashiha yatto kimi o ireru koto ga&lt;br /&gt;dekimashitane: Son-of-a-**, you’re so tight I can barely get in you&lt;br /&gt;(ch.15).&lt;br /&gt;Chouwa: Harmony (ch.5-8, 12, 13, 17, 20).&lt;br /&gt;Chuukansō: middle class. (ch.13)&lt;br /&gt;Daijoubu desuka?: Are you all right? (ch.19).&lt;br /&gt;Datemaki: undersash; one can be used to tie the nagajuban and one can also be&lt;br /&gt;used to tie the outer kimono, to hold the kimono in place until one ties the&lt;br /&gt;obi (ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;-dono: suffix for a peer you respect or for someone who is teaching you but&lt;br /&gt;not a teacher (ch.4-10, 16, 17).&lt;br /&gt;Fukutaichō: Lieutenant, literally Vice-unit commander, can be used as a&lt;br /&gt;suffix (ch.1, 2, 4, 5, 8, 10, 12-15, 17, 19-21).&lt;br /&gt;Gotei: Court Guardians (ch.3-7, 9, 10, 12, 13, 16, 20-22).&lt;br /&gt;Hadajuban: thin garments similar to undershirts. They are worn by women under&lt;br /&gt;the nagajuban (ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Hadō: destructive spells (ch.3, 4).&lt;br /&gt;Hai: yes (ch.3, 5, 19, 21, 22).&lt;br /&gt;Hakama: wide-legged pants with a hard back (usually black for Shinigami&lt;br /&gt;uniforms) (ch.2, 3, 9, 11, 15, 16, 18, 19, 23).&lt;br /&gt;Hakuda: (White Hits) Hand-to-hand combat (ch.3, 4, 6, 7).&lt;br /&gt;Hakusui: Soul sleep (ch.1, 5).&lt;br /&gt;Haori: A white tabari (with or without sleeves) denoting Captaincy (ch.3, 5,&lt;br /&gt;7, 9-11, 14, 15, 18, 19, 23).&lt;br /&gt;Hiyoku: a type of under-kimono, historically worn by women beneath the kimono&lt;br /&gt;(ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Hohō: (Step method) agility (ch.3, 4, 6, 7).&lt;br /&gt;Hora: There now (ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Horonigai: sweet 'n' sour (made up juice drink) (ch.2, 5, 7-9, 16, 17).&lt;br /&gt;Hueco Mundo: Hell World (ch.20).&lt;br /&gt;Imouto: little sister (ch.2, 3, 5-8, 16, 18, epilogue).&lt;br /&gt;Iromuji: single-colored kimono that may be worn by married and unmarried&lt;br /&gt;women. They are mainly worn to tea ceremonies. The dyed silk may be figured,&lt;br /&gt;but has no differently colored patterns (ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Itoshii: lovely (ch.11, 15, 18, 23).&lt;br /&gt;Itoshii hito yo: my lovely/darling (ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Jigokuchō: (hell butterfly) messengers and guides (ch.4, 12, 13, 17, 22).&lt;br /&gt;Jinbaori: (armor surcoat) (ch.21).&lt;br /&gt;Junbiwa ii desuka?: Are you ready? (ch.15).&lt;br /&gt;Kami: god (ch.19).&lt;br /&gt;Kanojyoha annatao gozongi deha nai: She doesn’t know you (ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Kanojyoha hazukashigariya nanodesu: She’s shy (ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Kanzashi: hair ornaments worn by women in the coiffured hair style that often&lt;br /&gt;accompanies kimono (ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Kataku soshite tsuranukinagara: Hard and thrusting (ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Kenseikan: porcelain hair clips (ch.18).&lt;br /&gt;kidō: (Demon Path) magic and spells (ch.3-7, 9, 10).&lt;br /&gt;Kimiha itsumo sukidattadesho?: You always liked that, didn’t you? (ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Kimiha marude tengoku no you… Eien ni kimio dakemasu: You feel like heaven,&lt;br /&gt;I could ** you forever (ch.15).&lt;br /&gt;Kimino muneha tomemo utsukushiidesune: You have such beautiful breasts&lt;br /&gt;(ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Kimochi iideshou: Doesn’t it feel good? (ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Kimono: robe/shirt of varying length (usually black for Shinigami uniforms)&lt;br /&gt;(ch.1-3, 5, 8, 9, 11, 12, 14-16, 18, 19, 21, 23).&lt;br /&gt;Kitsukutte kimochii desu: Feels good that it’s so tight (ch.15).&lt;br /&gt;Kobushi no you ni, kitsuku: tight, like a fist (ch.11).&lt;br /&gt;Koneko: kitten (ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Kono kuso ama: ** little ** (affectionate) (ch.23).&lt;br /&gt;Konsō: Soul burial (ch.1).&lt;br /&gt;Korega sukinan desuka?: Do you like that? (ch.15).&lt;br /&gt;Koshio hayaku mawashite. Onegai...motto koshi owatashino motoeto idou sasete&lt;br /&gt;hoshii: Move your hips faster. Please...  Move your hips more against me&lt;br /&gt;(ch.18).&lt;br /&gt;Kosode: under shirt (with or without sleeves) (ch.3, 9, 11, 15, 16, 18, 19,&lt;br /&gt;21, 23).&lt;br /&gt;Kouki no mago: honorable grandson (ch.7).&lt;br /&gt;-kun: suffix for a well-known peer (ch.19).&lt;br /&gt;Mada desu: Not yet (ch.19).&lt;br /&gt;Maenimo haiken sasete itadakimashitane: We’ve seen them before, haven’t&lt;br /&gt;we? (ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Mou sukoshide kisoudesune: A little further (ch.15).&lt;br /&gt;Mousukoshi okumade irete mimashou: Push it in a little further (ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Mousukoshide kisoudewa nainoka?: You’re almost ready to come, aren’t you?&lt;br /&gt;(ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Nagajuban: kimono-shaped robes worn by both men and women beneath the main&lt;br /&gt;outer garment (ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Nii-sama: honorable brother (ch.5).&lt;br /&gt;Nureteru. Sugoku nureteru.: Wet. So wet (ch.11).&lt;br /&gt;Obi: long belt-tie (usually white for Shinigami uniforms) (ch.1-3, 9, 11, 15,&lt;br /&gt;18, 19, 21, 23).&lt;br /&gt;Onegai, nanio?: Please, what? (ch.19).&lt;br /&gt;Otonashiku: Quietly (epilogue).&lt;br /&gt;Reiatsu: spirit pressure (ch.2, 3, 5-10, 12-15, 17, 19-22).&lt;br /&gt;Rukongai: Town of Wandering Souls (ch.1, 2, 4, 7, 10, 12-14, 21, 23).&lt;br /&gt;Ryoka: rebel/trespasser (ch.12, 13, 15-22).&lt;br /&gt;Seiteki na mono: wild (sexual) thing (ch.23).&lt;br /&gt;Saketsu: soul chain (ch.1, 5).&lt;br /&gt;-sama: suffix for someone of higher station (ch.14, 17, 21-23).&lt;br /&gt;-san: suffix for someone of equal station (ch.1-8, 10, 12-14, 17, 19,&lt;br /&gt;21-23).&lt;br /&gt;Seireitei: Court of Pure Souls (ch.1-4, 6-10, 12-14, 16-20, 22, 23).&lt;br /&gt;Sempai: honorable peer, can be used as a suffix (ch.12, 20, 21).&lt;br /&gt;Senka: Flash Blossom (ch.5).&lt;br /&gt;Sensei: teacher, can be used as a suffix (ch.3, 10, 16, 19, 20).&lt;br /&gt;Senshuu: Last week (ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Senzaikyuu: (White Towers) Central Headquarters (ch.2, 17, 18, 20-23).&lt;br /&gt;Shihakushō: Formal dress-wear of the Shinigami (ch.2, 14, 20, 21).&lt;br /&gt;Shiikari watashini tsukamatte: Hold onto me (ch.15).&lt;br /&gt;Shikai: first release (ch.5-9, 14, 16, 18, 20).&lt;br /&gt;Shimatta: damn (ch.15).&lt;br /&gt;Shimojimo: Lower class (ch.13).&lt;br /&gt;Shinigami: Death God (ch.1-10, 12-18, 20-23).&lt;br /&gt;Shunpō: flash step (ch.1-7, 10, 12, 16, 19-21, 23).&lt;br /&gt;Sofu: grandfather (ch.7).&lt;br /&gt;Sōkyoku: Dual Execution Devices (ch.2, 15).&lt;br /&gt;Sonohouga ii: That’s better (ch.19).&lt;br /&gt;Soregai ga kiki takattandesu: That's all I wanted to hear (ch.19).&lt;br /&gt;Sorejya saigomade watashi o teishi saserarenai: But that doesn't stop me from&lt;br /&gt;making it last (ch.19).&lt;br /&gt;Soshite kimiha itsumo watashino iradachini hohoemuno desune: And you’d&lt;br /&gt;always smile at my impatience (ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Sōtaichō: General, Head-Captain, literally Commander-General, can be used&lt;br /&gt;as a suffix (ch.9, 13, 19, 20-23).&lt;br /&gt;Sou ie ba, kimiga okusoku shitayouni watashiha sousuru. Kokoro ni shimatte&lt;br /&gt;oke: Now that you mention it, I do. Keep it in mind (ch.19).&lt;br /&gt;Sou sorede yoinodesuyo: That’s how it should be done (ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Sugegasa: conical-shaped straw or bamboo reed hat (ch.21).&lt;br /&gt;Sugoku ii: So good (ch.11).&lt;br /&gt;Sugoku nuretemasune. Anata ha, korega watashi ni douna kimochini saseruka,&lt;br /&gt;mattaku wakatte nai: You’re so wet. You have no idea what that does to me&lt;br /&gt;(ch.19).&lt;br /&gt;Tabi: a toed white sock with a hard sole (ch.10, 23.).&lt;br /&gt;Taichō: Captain, literally Unit Commander, can be used as a suffix (ch.1-10,&lt;br /&gt;11-14, 16-22).&lt;br /&gt;Ten no kanshisha: guardian/overseer of heaven (ch.22, 23).&lt;br /&gt;Totemo utsukushii: so beautiful (ch.11).&lt;br /&gt;Tsumetai kino yukato natsuno kazeo kanjimasuka?: Can you feel the cool wooden&lt;br /&gt;floor and the summer air? (ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Uetsugata: upper class (ch.13).&lt;br /&gt;Utau: Sing (ch.6, 8).&lt;br /&gt;Wagakimi: my lord (ch.23).&lt;br /&gt;Watashiga sakini itadakimasu: I’m going to ** her first (ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Watashino.: Mine (ch.15).&lt;br /&gt;Watashini shitagainasai: Submit to me (ch.15).&lt;br /&gt;Watashiniha anata ga hitsuyou: I need you (ch.18).&lt;br /&gt;Yame te kure: stop it (ch.15).&lt;br /&gt;Yomenimoakarui: luminous in the dark (ch.24).&lt;br /&gt;Zanjutsu: sword cutting (ch.3-7).&lt;br /&gt;Zanpakutō: Soul Slayer (ch.3, 5-20).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/452045189790216667-160039190608338295?l=strawberrysquib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/feeds/160039190608338295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=452045189790216667&amp;postID=160039190608338295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/160039190608338295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/160039190608338295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/2009/07/reborn-translations.html' title='Reborn Translations by ArjetLuna on Fanfiction.net'/><author><name>Momo☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514592906500162194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/TGlefZUcnaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/uWINFwUCRH8/S220/100815_ellegirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452045189790216667.post-2463473587434715393</id><published>2008-10-30T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T15:35:39.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/SQo2sb7ZxtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7n9JWcATack/s1600-h/fah.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/SQo2sb7ZxtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7n9JWcATack/s320/fah.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263079251574900434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/452045189790216667-2463473587434715393?l=strawberrysquib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/feeds/2463473587434715393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=452045189790216667&amp;postID=2463473587434715393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/2463473587434715393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/2463473587434715393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514592906500162194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/TGlefZUcnaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/uWINFwUCRH8/S220/100815_ellegirl_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/SQo2sb7ZxtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7n9JWcATack/s72-c/fah.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452045189790216667.post-845119984113716857</id><published>2008-08-17T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T14:45:48.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Phelps!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/SKicAj23KTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WHu58bue8Vk/s1600-h/mp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/SKicAj23KTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WHu58bue8Vk/s320/mp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235606100257483058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/SKicAl3r6FI/AAAAAAAAAF4/T-IvFb_ygVw/s1600-h/mp1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/SKicAl3r6FI/AAAAAAAAAF4/T-IvFb_ygVw/s320/mp1" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235606100797810770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably one day late, but I find this really late! I should've posted the minute Jason Lezak touched that board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, congrats to the "greatest" Olympian of all time. MP definitely deserved this. But you gotta take in the fact that no one else could've done this. Other sports in the Olympics don't have as many events as Swimming does. But still he had to do what other people really can't do. He had to win when we expected him to win. Teamwork or individual, he still pulls the U.S. to the top with his perfect structure for swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's probably a little cliche to say that I AM obsessed with MP. He's just the best. He's even the most humble guy out there. He doesn't brag about having won eight gold medals in one Olympic game or breaking eight record, most of which were his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be fair for me to say that in the relays, that Michael Phelps did all the work or without him they wouldn't have won. It's really a team effort. MP just pushed them further. One of the most amazing things I've ever seen was the time split between Lezak's and Bernard's finish. The other has to be MP's 1/100 split which gave him his seventh medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO PHELPS!! Hope swimming brings you further into your career!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/452045189790216667-845119984113716857?l=strawberrysquib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/feeds/845119984113716857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=452045189790216667&amp;postID=845119984113716857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/845119984113716857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/845119984113716857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/2008/08/michael-phelps.html' title='Michael Phelps!!!'/><author><name>Momo☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514592906500162194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/TGlefZUcnaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/uWINFwUCRH8/S220/100815_ellegirl_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/SKicAj23KTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WHu58bue8Vk/s72-c/mp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452045189790216667.post-5389693711488723377</id><published>2008-05-13T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:52:14.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, well, well!</title><content type='html'>I said I was going to be in the library from 3 to 9 before the exam and cramming for it and raising my pitiful 'B' to and atrociously excellent 'A', which I did'nt go do. And now I regret not doing it, 'cuz I bet it would've helped me a butt load if I had done it. On the test and in class, at the same time. And I'm pissed now that I have to wait for the results when they arrive on a Monday in the third week of July, that's when summer vacay is almost over. "What the hell! I have to wait three months!" is what I'm thinking. And guess what? There's only two more weeks of school, and the teachers are cramming all these class and home work in so they can get a LOT of grades. This just stresses me out even more. My stress meter is so high up there that it surpasses Mt. Everest and might even explode like Mt. Sohcahtoa... or what ever that volcano's called. And I'm pretty sure that SOHCAHTOA is a trig thing. Nevermind. See I'm so stressed that I'm only speaking in geometry. LOLZ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/452045189790216667-5389693711488723377?l=strawberrysquib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/feeds/5389693711488723377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=452045189790216667&amp;postID=5389693711488723377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/5389693711488723377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/5389693711488723377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-well-well.html' title='Well, well, well!'/><author><name>Momo☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514592906500162194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/TGlefZUcnaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/uWINFwUCRH8/S220/100815_ellegirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452045189790216667.post-9139928818070830612</id><published>2008-05-09T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:10:10.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relieved</title><content type='html'>That Euro AP exam was so HARD! i thought i did pretty well for myself though. not very high standards. but i'm now waiting for the grades when they come in the third week of July!!! now i'm off to a good night's sleep! ~yawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/452045189790216667-9139928818070830612?l=strawberrysquib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/feeds/9139928818070830612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=452045189790216667&amp;postID=9139928818070830612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/9139928818070830612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/9139928818070830612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/2008/05/relieved.html' title='Relieved'/><author><name>Momo☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514592906500162194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/TGlefZUcnaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/uWINFwUCRH8/S220/100815_ellegirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452045189790216667.post-6952611184453992528</id><published>2008-04-24T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T14:36:47.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AP Exam Stress</title><content type='html'>Okey dokey, guys! So I won't be posting anytime soon. Cuz I have a European AP Exam to test for. No need to see if I will be posting anything up. Cuz I'll be in the library with Adams from 3 to 9 for the next two weeks earning a  butt load of points to raise mine to an 'A'! And with the extra practice, I'll rape that test like no other's have raped before!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/452045189790216667-6952611184453992528?l=strawberrysquib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/feeds/6952611184453992528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=452045189790216667&amp;postID=6952611184453992528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/6952611184453992528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/6952611184453992528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/2008/04/ap-exam-stress.html' title='AP Exam Stress'/><author><name>Momo☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514592906500162194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/TGlefZUcnaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/uWINFwUCRH8/S220/100815_ellegirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452045189790216667.post-2636122386321675658</id><published>2008-04-09T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:18:57.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fated to Love You 命中注定我愛你</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R_1hghGnJiI/AAAAAAAAADc/tOCTiY3QaCY/s1600-h/Fated_to_Love_You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R_1hghGnJiI/AAAAAAAAADc/tOCTiY3QaCY/s320/Fated_to_Love_You.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187409557070489122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R_1hgxGnJjI/AAAAAAAAADk/xcuqJf1oUxI/s1600-h/fatedtoloveyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R_1hgxGnJjI/AAAAAAAAADk/xcuqJf1oUxI/s320/fatedtoloveyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187409561365456434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R_1hhBGnJkI/AAAAAAAAADs/83ctsIxKzDA/s1600-h/stickynotegirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R_1hhBGnJkI/AAAAAAAAADs/83ctsIxKzDA/s320/stickynotegirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187409565660423746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ABSOLUTELY fallen in LOVE with this show. It's only got like four episodes so far, but it's gotten fantastic reviews and ratings for this show. I love Chen Qiao En and Ethan Ruan's performance. It's magnificent. But the latest episode which was four, I think, you get to see ep. five's preview and I think that if I were married to Ji Cun Xi I'd pick Dylan, he's WAY more considerate. Dylan actually cares, and I think those feelings for Xin Yi will develop. What a great romantic comedy. Can't wait to see what happens with this love quadrilateral: Anna-Cun Xi-Xin Yi-Dylan. YEAH ep. 5!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/452045189790216667-2636122386321675658?l=strawberrysquib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/feeds/2636122386321675658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=452045189790216667&amp;postID=2636122386321675658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/2636122386321675658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/2636122386321675658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/2008/04/fated-to-love-you.html' title='Fated to Love You 命中注定我愛你'/><author><name>Momo☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514592906500162194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/TGlefZUcnaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/uWINFwUCRH8/S220/100815_ellegirl_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R_1hghGnJiI/AAAAAAAAADc/tOCTiY3QaCY/s72-c/Fated_to_Love_You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452045189790216667.post-2352940419503974467</id><published>2008-04-09T17:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:18:57.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torchwood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R_1fjhGnJfI/AAAAAAAAADE/l5Ce0J-FRBk/s1600-h/450torchwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R_1fjhGnJfI/AAAAAAAAADE/l5Ce0J-FRBk/s320/450torchwood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187407409586841074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R_1fjxGnJgI/AAAAAAAAADM/bhX4bOhnPrc/s1600-h/torchwood1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R_1fjxGnJgI/AAAAAAAAADM/bhX4bOhnPrc/s320/torchwood1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187407413881808386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R_1fkBGnJhI/AAAAAAAAADU/DsL09aZt8j0/s1600-h/torchwood9235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R_1fkBGnJhI/AAAAAAAAADU/DsL09aZt8j0/s320/torchwood9235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187407418176775698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new favorite show on BBC is Torchwood. It's a spin-off of Doctor Who about Captain Jack Harkness (first pic), and his Torchwood team who chase and find out more about aliens that come out a rift that runs through Cardiff. OMG it's really exciting! Well it's more about Captain Jack's mysterious past and every characters' sexual orientation. At least every one of the members have had a sexual encounter with the same sex. And there's one thing that I like about Jack. He'll shag anyone who's gorgeous enough. He's so superficial, just like all of us are really. Don't we just look at people for what they look on the outside and not who they really are on the inside? Think about that. It's a real thinker.... Well that's all I have to say about Torchwood. Check it out on BBC on Saturday nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/452045189790216667-2352940419503974467?l=strawberrysquib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/feeds/2352940419503974467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=452045189790216667&amp;postID=2352940419503974467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/2352940419503974467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/2352940419503974467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/2008/04/torchwood.html' title='Torchwood'/><author><name>Momo☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514592906500162194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/TGlefZUcnaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/uWINFwUCRH8/S220/100815_ellegirl_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R_1fjhGnJfI/AAAAAAAAADE/l5Ce0J-FRBk/s72-c/450torchwood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452045189790216667.post-4528556374506127443</id><published>2008-02-26T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T17:46:16.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Farewell to Legend Lydia Sum Din-ha, Ah Fei Fei</title><content type='html'>Just several days ago, TVB Legend, Lydia Shum, or better known as Fei Fei (&lt;span class="nickname"&gt;肥肥&lt;/span&gt;) or Fei Je (&lt;span class="nickname"&gt;肥姐)&lt;/span&gt;, passed away. She had been battling liver cancer for four years. She died peacefully with her family and daughter, Joyce Cheng, by her side making her happy at the last moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so sad. I even cried. She was such a wonderful actress that I couldn't bear to see hear leave like that. It was even worse when I saw a picture of her uber skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sadness magnified when Mr. Madison, our media teacher passed away. Everyone who knew him personally was so down. They wore black and I felt their sorrow. And when there were these kids who just think it's another joke. I was just so angry at them, it's a life. This was a person who once lived and breathed the same air as us. They should be respected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/452045189790216667-4528556374506127443?l=strawberrysquib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/feeds/4528556374506127443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=452045189790216667&amp;postID=4528556374506127443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/4528556374506127443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/4528556374506127443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/2008/02/farewell-to-legend-lydia-sum-din-ha-ah.html' title='A Farewell to Legend Lydia Sum Din-ha, Ah Fei Fei'/><author><name>Momo☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514592906500162194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/TGlefZUcnaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/uWINFwUCRH8/S220/100815_ellegirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452045189790216667.post-7599717131358156536</id><published>2008-02-11T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:18:57.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>吳尊and羅志祥 wish all a happy new year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R7ES_wcOdhI/AAAAAAAAACc/0Gmw3P-lq7k/s1600-h/Wu+Zun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R7ES_wcOdhI/AAAAAAAAACc/0Gmw3P-lq7k/s320/Wu+Zun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165931134115018258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R7ETAQcOdiI/AAAAAAAAACk/vRJf1Mr5zXU/s1600-h/03_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R7ETAQcOdiI/AAAAAAAAACk/vRJf1Mr5zXU/s320/03_21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165931142704952866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Yes they do. Show Luo says he'll spend his new year with his fans every year. His fans give him red envelopes but he says they have no need to waste their money on him (he has plenty after all). But he will make the one he gives to his mother an especially thick one! Well, on the other hand, Fahrenheit's Wu Chun spent his New Year with his family with his luggage exceeding over 80 kg! Wow! We all understand! He needs to buy things for his family. He's just being a good son... what a nice guy he is. And even better he gave his Taiwanese fans big envelopes. Back in Brunei he hopes to open up a restaurant where there will be pictures of  him and his work. He does know how to do business doesn't he? He's all set for life. Hope it works out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each member of Fei Lun Hai has a blog, so if you're a fan you HAVE to visit them! P.S. Da Dong's the one who often updates his blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wretch.cc/blog/gyapower"&gt;Da Dong's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wretch.cc/blog/arronbubest"&gt;Ah Lun's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wretch.cc/blog/wuchun10cool"&gt;Wu Chun's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wretch.cc/blog/ckchen777"&gt;Chen Yi Ru's Blog   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/452045189790216667-7599717131358156536?l=strawberrysquib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/feeds/7599717131358156536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=452045189790216667&amp;postID=7599717131358156536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/7599717131358156536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/7599717131358156536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/2008/02/nd-shishes-all-happy-new-year-too.html' title='吳尊and羅志祥 wish all a happy new year!!'/><author><name>Momo☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514592906500162194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/TGlefZUcnaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/uWINFwUCRH8/S220/100815_ellegirl_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R7ES_wcOdhI/AAAAAAAAACc/0Gmw3P-lq7k/s72-c/Wu+Zun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452045189790216667.post-7447786465405421618</id><published>2008-02-11T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:18:58.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Wish All a Late 新年快樂!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R7EMngcOdcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nlPy_BT4YF8/s1600-h/chinese-new-year-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R7EMngcOdcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nlPy_BT4YF8/s320/chinese-new-year-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165924120433423810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R7EMngcOddI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KfoxjOyftZw/s1600-h/chinese-new-year-50207142844159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R7EMngcOddI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KfoxjOyftZw/s320/chinese-new-year-50207142844159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165924120433423826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R7EMnwcOdeI/AAAAAAAAACE/VLbjUKFEZSY/s1600-h/chinesenewyearcelebration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R7EMnwcOdeI/AAAAAAAAACE/VLbjUKFEZSY/s320/chinesenewyearcelebration.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165924124728391138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R7EMoAcOdfI/AAAAAAAAACM/vyGNzLpWlTQ/s1600-h/chinese-new-year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R7EMoAcOdfI/AAAAAAAAACM/vyGNzLpWlTQ/s320/chinese-new-year.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165924129023358450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R7EMoQcOdgI/AAAAAAAAACU/fR_-4Vlp0yc/s1600-h/ChineseNewYearLightup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R7EMoQcOdgI/AAAAAAAAACU/fR_-4Vlp0yc/s320/ChineseNewYearLightup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165924133318325762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K. now, I forgot to say Happy New Year five days into the lunar new year. Since I'm Chinese, it's a little obvious that I celebrate this joyous of all traditional holidays! So I have to say this to everyone or else I DEFINITELY WILL forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;新年快樂!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got SOOOO much money, but it still wasn't nearly as much as I received last year or the years before. But at least I got a lei see from the restaurant, my first job by the way!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/452045189790216667-7447786465405421618?l=strawberrysquib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/feeds/7447786465405421618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=452045189790216667&amp;postID=7447786465405421618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/7447786465405421618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/7447786465405421618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-wish-all-late.html' title='To Wish All a Late 新年快樂!'/><author><name>Momo☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514592906500162194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/TGlefZUcnaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/uWINFwUCRH8/S220/100815_ellegirl_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R7EMngcOdcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nlPy_BT4YF8/s72-c/chinese-new-year-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452045189790216667.post-6633152869730351799</id><published>2008-02-08T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T20:46:19.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE JIRO AND ARRON!</title><content type='html'>Just like the title says, "I LOVE JIRO AND ARRON!" And you can quote me on that. You know why i love them? They're just so cute! Kawaii!! ~好可愛~&lt;br /&gt;So one day I'm on the internet searching on google on info about Arron. I come across this forum and I read on every post about Arron having a crush on Rainie. That's soooooo adorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/452045189790216667-6633152869730351799?l=strawberrysquib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/feeds/6633152869730351799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=452045189790216667&amp;postID=6633152869730351799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/6633152869730351799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/6633152869730351799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-love-jiro-and-arron.html' title='I LOVE JIRO AND ARRON!'/><author><name>Momo☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514592906500162194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/TGlefZUcnaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/uWINFwUCRH8/S220/100815_ellegirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452045189790216667.post-298525345540671047</id><published>2008-02-03T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T20:38:14.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl XLII</title><content type='html'>WOOT THE GIANTS WON is all I can really say, but I'm gonna brag about it anyway. I always knew that they were going to win. Maybe Brady and the Pats were too confident and let the Giants, super underdogs, get to them. Neh, that's not the real reason. Eli Manning just played a great game. Their plan was to get the QB and they did. That's what gave them the chance to win. Like Tom Brady said before the game, "All you need is a chance." Besides the Pats have already won three Super Bowls in Brady's time. It's time Baby Manning got his time to shine. Now that Eli won and named MVP, Peyton's shadow has now faded away... YEAH MANNING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/452045189790216667-298525345540671047?l=strawberrysquib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/feeds/298525345540671047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=452045189790216667&amp;postID=298525345540671047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/298525345540671047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/298525345540671047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-bowl-xlii.html' title='Super Bowl XLII'/><author><name>Momo☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514592906500162194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/TGlefZUcnaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/uWINFwUCRH8/S220/100815_ellegirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452045189790216667.post-6640600749813788738</id><published>2008-01-28T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:18:59.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fahrenheit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R56SZ7Pkj9I/AAAAAAAAABI/mETcKRmvVFg/s1600-h/fahrenheit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R56SZ7Pkj9I/AAAAAAAAABI/mETcKRmvVFg/s320/fahrenheit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160723197110554578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I absolutely love this band! They're cute, charming and they have the most magnificent voices ever! There're four of them: Wu Chun, Calvin Chen, Arron Yan, and Jiro Wang. They each happen to represent a season [in the picture from left to right]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wu Chun-Autumn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arron Yan-Winter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jiro Wang-Summer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calvin Chen-Spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Of the four I absolutely love Arron. 他是可爱的. Very ko ai! Just LOOK at him! He's just too adorable! Although I do like the others also, I just had to point out Ah Bu's cuteness!&lt;br /&gt;I love the commercials for 7-eleven, with S.H.E. just go to youtube and type in fei lun hai commercials. I also love the first album promo where they kiss each other, so HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also check out their new album, Two-Sided Fahrenheit! Out NOW!&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting mine pretty soon. You can order it on yesasia.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out! To send you guys off, I give this MV for you. ENJOY! P.S. This is the best song to play when you buy or rent a new place =]!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-57ce93ba19cba014" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D57ce93ba19cba014%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330197943%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5DA7017A0559AD83EA0C023E560EAF0204AD7F4D.2C92D998BF386478E24329A7E14D88167736FFB7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D57ce93ba19cba014%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx02pMWeSePR2n_HZdupkG62RkyQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D57ce93ba19cba014%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330197943%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5DA7017A0559AD83EA0C023E560EAF0204AD7F4D.2C92D998BF386478E24329A7E14D88167736FFB7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D57ce93ba19cba014%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx02pMWeSePR2n_HZdupkG62RkyQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out these links to the vids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YGTDIQ7mrTA"&gt;Fahrenheit Kisses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EehPrtyezQs&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Fahrenheit Promoting New Album in Hong Kong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QeazsdCbLwc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Fahrenheit Doing Tongue Twisters&lt;/a&gt;&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/452045189790216667-6640600749813788738?l=strawberrysquib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=57ce93ba19cba014&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/feeds/6640600749813788738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=452045189790216667&amp;postID=6640600749813788738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/6640600749813788738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/6640600749813788738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/2008/01/fahrenheit.html' title='Fahrenheit!'/><author><name>Momo☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514592906500162194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/TGlefZUcnaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/uWINFwUCRH8/S220/100815_ellegirl_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R56SZ7Pkj9I/AAAAAAAAABI/mETcKRmvVFg/s72-c/fahrenheit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452045189790216667.post-5284462986723172774</id><published>2008-01-22T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:18:59.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Untimely Death: Heath Ledger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R5aLIKgwL6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/aesB71CHO4o/s1600-h/capt.f3bd596a0ede4d72b81b87a337f9a1b4.obit_ledger_nyet115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R5aLIKgwL6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/aesB71CHO4o/s320/capt.f3bd596a0ede4d72b81b87a337f9a1b4.obit_ledger_nyet115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158463395576426402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I CAN NOT BELIEVE IT. I was in the car on the way home when I heard something about a death that involved drugs, a 28 year-old, and a two-year-old child. It was on the sports talk radio so I didn't really expect it to be a movie celeb. I thought it would've been a football dude or something. Then I come home, run up to my room to check my e-mail. Before I checked it, I saw Heath Ledger's face which caught my attention. I read the depressing article which made even more shocked. I WAS SHOCKED! ABOUT TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK SHOCK! I mean I never expected this wonderful actor to DIE! UGH! Now I almost have no more hope for movies especially with the Writers' Guild Strike and all. STUPID WRITERS gone and fucked up my movie year. I usually see all movies, but I didn't late 07 and early 08. UGH BORED!!! I have to be on facebook all the time chatting away with my highschool euro teacher, what a bummer. EK I have no life. Maybe I'll go see Meet the Spartans on Friday and maybe Juno with my fellow companions this weekend. Yippee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/452045189790216667-5284462986723172774?l=strawberrysquib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/feeds/5284462986723172774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=452045189790216667&amp;postID=5284462986723172774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/5284462986723172774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/5284462986723172774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/2008/01/unexpecting-news-heath-ledger.html' title='An Untimely Death: Heath Ledger'/><author><name>Momo☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514592906500162194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/TGlefZUcnaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/uWINFwUCRH8/S220/100815_ellegirl_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R5aLIKgwL6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/aesB71CHO4o/s72-c/capt.f3bd596a0ede4d72b81b87a337f9a1b4.obit_ledger_nyet115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452045189790216667.post-2672849474689584813</id><published>2008-01-20T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:18:59.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NFL WINS: Pats and Giants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R5Ql1qgwL4I/AAAAAAAAAAo/9SAODHNZ2W8/s1600-h/patswin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R5Ql1qgwL4I/AAAAAAAAAAo/9SAODHNZ2W8/s320/patswin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157789077121019778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R5Ql16gwL5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/11ZLIaogfAI/s1600-h/giantswin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R5Ql16gwL5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/11ZLIaogfAI/s320/giantswin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157789081415987090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot! The Pats win (always knew that). Undefeated 18-0. Then the next amazing game for the NY Giants. They definitely deserved it. First they beat the Cowboys (Romo's own damn fault for going on vacay with Jessica. Maybe you should've thought about the team's feelings of not being able to have a chance to be able to play in the Super Bowl), then they take on the Green Bay Packer's and steal their win. Manning had so many misses. They were on the verge of winning, but a flag pulled them into an overtime. With Favre (why is it spelled that way anyway?) passing an interceptor to Webster which in turn let the Giants' win with Tynes' miracle field goal. Man was that a game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks till the Super Bowl in Feb. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Pats&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;vs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Giants&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/452045189790216667-2672849474689584813?l=strawberrysquib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/feeds/2672849474689584813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=452045189790216667&amp;postID=2672849474689584813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/2672849474689584813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/2672849474689584813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/2008/01/nfl-wins-pats-and-giants.html' title='NFL WINS: Pats and Giants'/><author><name>Momo☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514592906500162194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/TGlefZUcnaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/uWINFwUCRH8/S220/100815_ellegirl_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R5Ql1qgwL4I/AAAAAAAAAAo/9SAODHNZ2W8/s72-c/patswin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452045189790216667.post-7558413817600913464</id><published>2008-01-10T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T16:07:07.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Matters into My Own Hands: LIfe and Death</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I haven't gotten my learner's permit yet, so technically I can't drive. I've been learning to turn, break, and other basic stuff on the weekends. So today we had a tornado warning right after the dismissal bell rung, and they (the school officials) held us in for another thirty minutes. I was kind of mad. (if you get what I mean. It's afterschool hours and you're held inside a humid school for a whole half hour.) My mother picks us up, and we have to pick up my cousin who's in primary school. We get there and have this huge argument on who should go out in the pouring rain and retrieve the poor kid. My mother decides she will go. She doesn't come back for a while, and cars are beginning to move. My cousins and I are panicking. So here is the dialogue in the most anxious thirty minutes of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin 1 (to me): Climb over to the driver side and drive&lt;br /&gt;Me: I can't, I'm just a learner! Can't drive without a certified license adult in, HUH LO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wait a while, and cars start to move. NOOOOO! I have no choice, but to walk out and go to the driver seat and drive. I do and the first thing I do is grip the wheel like my life depended on it. I floor on the gas pedal and pull bac rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin 2: THAT WAS SCARY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to become afraid. Afraid that i would hit a teacher or a little kid or a car. I turn a few turns and finally I see my mom. She looked angry. She was looking for the car and she couldn't see us, so i honked at her. She went and got little cousin and came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was practically hyperventilating. My hands were trembling and my complexion was pale. I was SICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion? Well, we all know I will never be a good driver...... besides I don't want to drive ever again. Maybe I'll just hire my own chauffeur and make him drive me everywhere. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/452045189790216667-7558413817600913464?l=strawberrysquib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/feeds/7558413817600913464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=452045189790216667&amp;postID=7558413817600913464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/7558413817600913464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/452045189790216667/posts/default/7558413817600913464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrysquib.blogspot.com/2008/01/taking-matters-into-my-own-hands-life.html' title='Taking Matters into My Own Hands: LIfe and Death'/><author><name>Momo☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514592906500162194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/TGlefZUcnaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/uWINFwUCRH8/S220/100815_ellegirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452045189790216667.post-3108869946460196713</id><published>2008-01-05T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:18:59.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haruki Murakami: On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R4Kp-qgwL2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/8Xl4a5G8faM/s1600-h/100%25+perfect+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8IBGPx0-II/R4Kp-qgwL2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/8Xl4a5G8faM/s320/100%25+perfect+girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152867817693917026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo's  fashionable Harujuku neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/h1&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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 mouth is as dry as a desert.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe you have your own particular favorite type of girl - one with slim ankles, say, or big eyes, or graceful 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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Yesterday on the street I passed the 100% girl," I tell someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Yeah?" he says. "Good-looking?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Not really." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Your favorite type, then?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Strange." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Yeah. Strange." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"So anyhow," he says, already bored, "what did you do? Talk to her? Follow her?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Nah. Just passed her on the street." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She's walking east to west, and I west to east. It's a really nice April morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now the distance between us has narrowed to fifteen yards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How can I approach her? What should I say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Good morning, miss. Do you think you could spare half an hour for a little conversation?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ridiculous. I'd sound like an insurance salesman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Pardon me, but would you happen to know if there is an all-night cleaners in the neighborhood?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe the simple truth would do. "Good morning. You are the 100% perfect girl for me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I take a few more strides and turn: She's lost in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One day the two came upon each other on the corner of a street. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Yes," she said, "that is exactly what we should do." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And so they parted, she to the east, and he to the west. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Time passed with shocking swiftness, and soon the boy was thirty-two, the girl thirty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She is the 100% perfect girl for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He is the 100% perfect boy for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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. Forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A sad story, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, that's it, that is what I should have said to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Disclaimer: I didn't write this! 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