<?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-20683317</id><updated>2012-01-18T04:58:39.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Hina Project : Otohime Residence</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-9157301680933475284</id><published>2012-01-11T16:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T04:58:39.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone, there's a bear on the couch.</title><content type='html'>"Yo." Kentaro-kun dropped by in the afternoon. "I just paid my tuition fees, Mutusmi-san. It was really exhausting, because everybody in campus was lining to pay their dues as well. The queue was so long. It took two hours for me to finally reach the clerk and hand my payment. I'm just taking two subjects this term -- I may take three this spring." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ara. I'm quite relieved I paid my tuition before the school closed before Christmas break."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you mind if I take a nap on the couch? I just can't relax in the campus lounge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure." I told Kentaro-kun. He looked so tired. Like he came out from a brawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you, Mutsumi-chan indeed has a heart of gold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A heart of gold? Ara. But a heart made of gold can't really beat at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I meant-- you're heart is tender-- nevermind. You're a good person, Mutsumi-san. Oyasumi." but it's still the afternoon... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oyasumi nasai." ara, Kentaro-kun is snoring already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-9157301680933475284?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/9157301680933475284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=9157301680933475284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/9157301680933475284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/9157301680933475284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2012/01/everyone-theres-bear-on-couch.html' title='everyone, there&apos;s a bear on the couch.'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-260703272022287864</id><published>2011-11-22T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T14:29:15.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing fixed me :)</title><content type='html'>dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ara ara. I feel kind of funny today. I've had an unexpected visitor as well. Guess who. I found it hard to get up when I heard my door ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been thinking what you said, Mutsumi-san. And I've decided not to do anything today, nor tomorrow. How is that?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good work, Kentaro-kun. Would you like a cup of--" I felt dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mu-Mutsumi-san!" then Kentaro-kun felt my forehead. "Yikes!" his hand was so warm. "You're burning up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? I thought it was just warm inside because of my heater. I've been napping beside my kotatsu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should go to bed. I'll keep you company just in case something happens." said Kentaro-kun, I didn't quite understand what he was telling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh? I thought you wouldn't do anything today." then Kentaro-kun pushed me back, back to my bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes yes, I'm not going to do anything today. Staying over until your fever subsides is nothing. So please lie down and I'll make some porridge." stay over and make porridge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. But I thought you--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, like I said, I'm not doing anything. Cooking nothing means not doing anything. But cooking porridge is nothing. So I'd rather cook porridge and it's doing nothing with a benefit!" eh? I don't get it. "Plus I want to have porridge as well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kentaro-kun pulled out his fancy cellphone and started touching the screen. It was one of those really nice phones with a big and shiny screen. Looked expensive too. I didn't understand what he was doing with the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yosh! I'll make the best porridge!" then I sneezed. "Wait a minute.--" Kentaro-kun kept flicking his cellphone, "I'll go check the fridge, is it okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good." then off he went to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was humming too while I was laid flat on my bed. Then he went back to my room and said that the stove was set and that he's just waiting for the pot to boil. He placed a cold pad on my forehead. And adjusted my thermostat to room temperature. He said I had a cold. I just remembered eating the porridge that Kentaro-kun made and falling asleep. I woke up around 7pm and I felt really better. I bid my thanks and I'm grateful to Kentaro-kun that he passed by today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No goodbyes, I'll go back tomorrow, Mutsumi-san. As I said this morning, I'm doing nothing tomorrow too. And it's crucial to make sure you're fine after a cold. They can come creeping in any moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll make sure to finish everything in the pot." I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See ya."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-260703272022287864?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/260703272022287864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=260703272022287864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/260703272022287864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/260703272022287864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2011/11/nothing-fixed-me.html' title='nothing fixed me :)'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-9046677748216049317</id><published>2011-11-14T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T22:23:02.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just try it!</title><content type='html'>"Ohayou, Kentaro-kun." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mutsumi-san. You're awfully early." Kentaro was preparing to open the tea house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I jut finished my midterm and I have free time now." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. That. My midterm was yesterday too, Mutsumi-san. It's great we have free time. Are you looking for Keitaro?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iie. No in one particular. I just want to hang out with friends." I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mutsumi-san..." he said while wiping the counter. "... nothing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hm? Nani? Looks like there's something you want to tell me, Kentaro-kun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it's nothing." he goes back to wiping a drinking glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's just that. Mutsumi-san, you look like you don't have any problems in life. You're always cheerful and if you do have any problem, you don't seem bothered by it. How do you stay carefree in life?" It does look like Kentaro-kun is bothered by something. But I'm not really sure how to answer his question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You just need to relax. I know for sure that it doesn't help to solve a problem when you're tired. Have some time doing nothing. And when you've finally let your mind make room to think, I'm sure you'll be able to find the answer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have some time doing nothing?" he asked. "I'm not sure what that exactly means, but I'm going to give it a try."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-9046677748216049317?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/9046677748216049317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=9046677748216049317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/9046677748216049317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/9046677748216049317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-try-it.html' title='just try it!'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-7868487875330745951</id><published>2011-07-16T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T19:52:41.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>searching for a thought bubble</title><content type='html'>dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keitaro-san."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"M- Mutsumi-chan? Konbanwa." Keitaro-san was seated on the bench looking over the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" I asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I come here in the park when I think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, wow. I come here to think too." I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keitaro-san said that he was working on an autobiography of his professor. I wanted to get some fresh air. I'm writing two reaction papers. They're due four days from now. I'm not worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'looks like it's going to rain." I uttered. After a few seconds, the rain suddenly poured down on us. Keitaro-san and I ran under a shed. "The weather news said it's going to rain." oh yeah. I shouldn't have gone outside, right? But it's okay. I wanted to leave the apartment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't know. I thought it was just going to be real cloudy." I wanted to have some company too. "This is some serious rain." Keitaro-san said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain didn't stop. And we found ourselves chatting for hours inside the shed. It's a pleasant surprise that I'd have so much fun just talking to each other. Normally, people would just get bored waiting for the rain to pass. But we didn't. Maybe it also depends to the person you're talking to. Keitaro-san is a fun person to talk to. He's got all this funny stories too. And some weird ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Keitaro-san also told me that he's been feeling like someone's watching him in the past days. I couldn't really understand that feeling, but I know there's such a thing. What do you call it? Being paranoid? It's not that I think Keitaro-san's being weird, but I believe this is the first time that he's mentioned this feeling. So I think he's telling the very truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must have it hard, Keitaro-san. How's the work on your book?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm managing. I just started recently. I think I won't be working on it alone. But that means I get only a portion of payment from my professor. Still I don't think it's bad at all." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think this rain's going to let up." he smiled. "Do you want to make a run for it?" he laughed afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the hot bath, it's 7pm in my apartment, and it's still raining, finally I can start writing again, diary. What's amazing is that I exactly know what to do on both papers. Today's been a good and fun day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-7868487875330745951?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/7868487875330745951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=7868487875330745951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/7868487875330745951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/7868487875330745951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2011/07/searching-for-thought-bubble.html' title='searching for a thought bubble'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-2945446419309218789</id><published>2011-06-07T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:52:34.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, it's not embarrassing!</title><content type='html'>It isn't nice to pretend encouraging someone. Especially when you're talking about someone behind their back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really hot today and so I stopped by to get a watermelon slushy. When I was falling in line to get my order, the high schoolers in front of me were talking about someone. I overheard that they had this new member who was always showing up for practice but always produced the worst result compared to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah! But she really works hard, how can we just ignore that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're going to pick the best runners in our school, so it's common sense not to pick the worst runner, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah and I doubt she'll make it on Friday. We have two more intense practice, tomorrow and Thursday. And she's sick today. So we can't risk it. We need to make a decision already. We'll pick someone else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If our school wins the majority of the competition, we'll represent the district. It wouldn't hurt even if she loses, I mean, the team who will advance to the prefectural meet would be most likely us, since we have the best runners in the district. So why can't we choose her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because it's embarrassing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they left, I forgot what to order because what they said last repeated over and over. Are they really working as a team? Or do they want to win just for themselves? I just admired one of them when she constantly tried to defend their new member. I wish I could've said something as well. What school do they go to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-2945446419309218789?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/2945446419309218789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=2945446419309218789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/2945446419309218789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/2945446419309218789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2011/06/hey-its-not-embarrassing.html' title='hey, it&apos;s not embarrassing!'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-2936801810803883058</id><published>2011-05-24T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T01:18:22.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no, the tv's broken.</title><content type='html'>dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Love and Friendship met. Love asked, "What's your purpose if I already exist?" Friendship smiled and said, "... to put a smile where you left tears." Love asked, "Well, if that's what you do, how come there are still many people crying?" Friendship said, "It's my fault, instead of doing my job, I sometimes end up doing yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sweet and sad story at the same time. I found it while reading the magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I sent a letter to mom and dad. I have no TV right now. It's apparently broken. I want to ask permission if I could buy a new one. Or probably ask if they might send me a new one. It's awfully quiet in the house without the TV. That's why I tried reading the complimentary magazine that came through the mail today. Oh no. I forgot to ask them as well if I could subscribe to this magazine. It's about love. Ara ra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no TV. What should I do tomorrow? I heard that it's going to be sunny. It's going to be awfully boring if I stay here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-2936801810803883058?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/2936801810803883058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=2936801810803883058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/2936801810803883058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/2936801810803883058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2011/05/oh-no-tvs-broken.html' title='oh no, the tv&apos;s broken.'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-8469435059472648635</id><published>2011-03-26T19:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T20:12:20.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sickness sickness go away</title><content type='html'>dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see Keitaro-san at Naru's birthday. When I heard that he was sick, I paused for a moment recollecting he did all this birthday preparation for Naru-san. I felt sad. But most of all, I think Naru-san was most affected. She really wanted Keitaro-san to come; Naru-san whispered to me that she doesn't care if she gets sick as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keitaro is in his room right now. The doctor said he needs to stay put. It's also for Keitaro's wellness, so he could become healthy again fast." she explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, Keitaro-san planned all of this, yet he couldn't enjoy the party with us even if he could help it. Everybody knew who was missing in the party but they couldn't do anything about it. Still everyone celebrated Naru-san's birthday. We were all dancing, playing games, karaoke. It was really fun. I had a blast, thanks to Naru-san and Keitaro-kun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bring him oranges tomorrow. I hope he gets well soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-8469435059472648635?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/8469435059472648635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=8469435059472648635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/8469435059472648635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/8469435059472648635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2011/03/sickness-sickness-go-away.html' title='sickness sickness go away'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-5063307023336419922</id><published>2011-03-24T18:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T03:00:55.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>presenting Liddo-kun</title><content type='html'>dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Naru-san's birthday tomorrow. I didn't know what to get her at first and so I tried to ask Keitaro-san for help. I thought that maybe we could buy Naru-san a present together. But I couldn't reach his cellphone. I tried leaving a message but the lady in the phone said that the inbox is full. Maybe Keitaro-san is busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I had to do my best. It was a must, as a friend, for me to get Naru-san the best birthday gift. If not the best, then the best birthday gift from Mutsumi-chin this year. I always try the gift shop near Toudai because they have a lot of nice gifts there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked the lady in the shop for help, I told her that Naru-san loves stuffed toys, she loves to study and she's like a raging river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... ano... a raging river, you say?" she clarified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hai!" I think me and the clerk were connecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Might I suggest uhm... a liddo-kun doll? They're the new liddo-kun doll. We have them over here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH WOW! Sugoi desu! Mitte mitte! This one's got a do your best headband on it!" Kawaii! "Oh oh! This little guy is carrying a watermelon!" The clerk smiled. "Hm... it's hard to choose, they're all cute!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having the present wrapped. I headed home. I didn't notice that the sky was already dark. I'm sure I left the house at noon. Wow, they say that when you're having fun, the day goes by fast. Then today was fun. Or maybe it took me really long to make a decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-5063307023336419922?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/5063307023336419922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=5063307023336419922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/5063307023336419922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/5063307023336419922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2011/03/presenting-liddo-kun.html' title='presenting Liddo-kun'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-3530152115285327203</id><published>2011-03-03T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T14:10:10.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am happy.</title><content type='html'>It's silly. I'll tell you why later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who could it be?" I heard the doorbell. When I opened the door, I found Keitaro-san, Motoko-san, Kanako-chan, Shinobu-chan, Kaolla-kun and Sara-chan all lined up on my front door. "Ara ara. How nice. Can I help you guys with something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked at each other a bit puzzled. "Why yes!!" then Kitsune-san popped out from behind Shinobu-chan. "It looks like our-- uhh... kitchen burned down thanks to Kaolla. The repairmen said it'll take one day to fix everything. And we really need a place to cook. Shinobu insisted that we use your-- uhh-- kitchen for a moment because we haven't eaten breakfast... or lunch yet. Ahaha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my. That's terrible. All right, you can use my kitchen. Come in everyone and make yourself comfortable." still they kept looking at each other while Kitsune and Keitaro-san were just in grin. Did I miss anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ano, Mutsumi-san, can you help me go buy something downtown? We won't take long." asked Keitaro-san.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, don't worry about us! We'll take care of everything for you. And to show we mean business of taking care of your home, we'll tie Kaolla-chan with a mooring rope over there." I looked at Kaolla and she shook her head because it was unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ano... you don't have to do that. I insist. Just be comfortable. Neh?" I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering what happened to them. I'm flattered they asked for my help. But they always help me with things, so it's only right to help back... right? When we got to downtown, Keitaro-san entered a gift shop. Oh, how nice. He's buying a gift. He asked me what he should get for his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the occasion?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... I think it's her birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uwaa. Okay, Keitaro-san. I'll help you! We'll pick the best present!" I was determined to help. We picked lots of stuff. But we settled for a stuffed toy. "I think this would be great." I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then I'll take that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left the gift shop, we happened to pass by Narusegawa-san. She ran to meet us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mutsumi-san! Happy- GEH!" then Keitaro quickly covered her mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ara? Hmm... what's going on?-- I know! Perhaps we're playing a game? A guessing game?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sou sou!" Keitaro-san nervously laughed. "Try to guess what she was about to say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no." uttered Keitaro-san.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No? Oh okay. Is it Haaa-- hopscotch?" they shook their head. "Is it the word haa- heavy?" still no. "haa- hello?" I was still wrong. "I give up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think she was just going to say good afternoon, neh Narusegawa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?" then Naru-san nodded her head. "Oh my! That was very tricky. Nice play!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dessho? Let's go everyone!" said Kei-san. So we went back into my apartment while still playing a guessing game. I wanted to make sure I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home, the place was really quiet. I thought that maybe the kitchen in the Hinata Sou got fixed earlier than expected; so everyone left. I got a bit sad because I wanted to spend some time with everybody for a while. It can get really lonely sometimes when you're all by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SURPRISE!" I almost tripped backwards but Keitaro-san caught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Surprised?" Naru-san asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"H- hai. Is this a party? A party for whom?" I was confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here's your present." I turned around. It was the present I picked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh? For me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's your birthday party. Happy birthday, silly!" laughed Kitsune-san, and she's right. How can I forget my own birthday? Like Kitsune-san said. It's silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-3530152115285327203?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/3530152115285327203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=3530152115285327203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/3530152115285327203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/3530152115285327203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-happy.html' title='I am happy.'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-8475769729302950239</id><published>2011-02-28T17:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:16:43.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm set for the week</title><content type='html'>I went to the market this morning. I was delighted to find out the many tourists that were buying all sorts of souvenirs and produce there. I feel proud. No wait. I'm not a local. Still I feel proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ara, one of the tourists asked if they could take a picture of me with them. My my I'm flattered. I didn't speak their language but with their big fancy cameras in hand, I thought that's what they wanted. Don't worry, diary, they really look like nice people. And it was group photo. I wonder what people would think if a stranger asked me if they could take my picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After buying everything I need for the week, I came back home. Just then I realized that I had to go back outside because of this new book out today. It's for my Asian literature. So I went to the mall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised that there were a lot of guys doing rounds through each stores in the mall. Come to think of it, tomorrow is golden week. Hihi. Keitaro's friends were there too, Haitani-san and Shirai-san. How nice. They're buying stuff for their beloved ones. Hmm... I just don't know what kind of shop they left. What does XXX stand for?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it's been a productive day. But my allowance has taken a toll. Maybe..., I could apply for a job. Oh right. Tomorrow's Tuesday, so Mom and Dad will send me money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-8475769729302950239?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/8475769729302950239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=8475769729302950239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/8475769729302950239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/8475769729302950239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-set-for-week.html' title='I&apos;m set for the week'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-4398476790788388012</id><published>2011-02-23T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T06:16:08.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bottle opener</title><content type='html'>"Ohayou, Kitsune-san. This is for you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Strawberry wine." I have plenty of strawberry wine back in my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wine in the morning? Um... Thanks." Kitsune-san said. "Where can you find strawberry wine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, my mom sent me the strawberry wine. But actually, she got it from her cousin who has a friend, and her cousin's friend's elder sister runs a strawberry plantation; her childhood friend knows how to ferment strawberries and turn them into wine. Then her childhood friend's older brother runs a liquor store to sell them but his cousin's younger sister sent out too many to my mom's cousin. And my dad isn't really into alcohol and so my mom sent the extras to me instead. She figured that I might have friends in nearby who loves to drink." um... I can't possibly tell this to anybody I'd give a strawberry wine. It's a mouthful. "My mom sent me heaps of them." I told Kitsune-san instead. "See, I also have one for Haruka-san and..." I have one for Seta-san, Keitaro-kun, Naru-san and Kentaro-san. "... ano... I only brought two bottles of strawberry wine with me because I only have two hands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it strong?" remarked Kitsune-san. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ara. I'm not sure. I know how it tastes though. A bit sweet and tangy." Well, time to go find Haruka-san. "Do you know where I can find Haruka-san?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, don't bother. I'll give it to her on your stead."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-4398476790788388012?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/4398476790788388012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=4398476790788388012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/4398476790788388012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/4398476790788388012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2011/02/bottle-opener.html' title='bottle opener'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-4294449929471802285</id><published>2010-03-03T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:10:02.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you, miina.</title><content type='html'>"Ara ara? What brings everyone here? Did something happen at the Hinata Sou? Was there an Earthquake and now everyone wants to seek shelter in my humble abode--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ano... Mutsumi-san. We wanted to surprise you but now it became awkward since we had to remind you." Ararara... it's my birthday? How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's Kei-chan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, he's out of the country right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Naru-san, I feel for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"H- ha?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come in! Come in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad, it happened again. I forgot my birthday and but it's very nice to have friends that know the day I was born. I feel so blessed to have such close friends. Isn't it common sense to know your friend's birthday? I mean it's very nice that there are other people besides your family that would like to celebrate your very existence. It's hard to describe it. Having friends celebrate your birthday is one thing; having friends remind you that it's your birthday is another. It's just--... nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's Kitsune-san?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's traveling, but she sent you a memento through the mail." said Kana-chan, Kei's little sister. She gave me an anklet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Subarashii. I'll make sure I thank Kitsune-san properly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naru-san brought a karaoke machine over. Kentaro-kun suddenly popped out of nowhere after the first song and insisted that he'd sing. It was awfully loud in the apartment. But no other tenant complained. I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt such a warming feeling when I saw everybody get together and hang out in my humble abode. It was a party like no other. Everyone was having a good time. Friends chat. Friends sung. Friends played games. Friends laughed. Friends cried because we ran out of food. How I wished this comfort could stay forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait. I have a gift for you. It's nothing special." said Kentaro-kun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! It's really cute." he gave me this whale-shark plushie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were other gifts as well. Shinobu-chan gave me a squid plushie. Naru-san said I could keep the karaoke machine. Kaolla-chan made it. The plushie, the anklet, the karaoke, everyhing... I was really happy; it made me cry. Even though I received a lot, nothing would be more valuable than having these people in my life. And I never realized that a simple photo could be genuinely priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-4294449929471802285?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/4294449929471802285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=4294449929471802285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/4294449929471802285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/4294449929471802285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2010/03/thank-you-miina.html' title='thank you, miina.'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-1387828701007406481</id><published>2010-02-19T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T02:50:46.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to figure out what my dream is</title><content type='html'>You know... I'm confused. What do I want in life? I thought about the answer for a whole day. I fell asleep thinking. Fortunately, I was in the living room and a couch was behind me. Then I probably was able to find an answer in my dreams. I dreamed that I had a pile of firetrucks stacked on my plate and they were covered in maple syrup. I was about to eat them, when I woke up from a fire alarm. My neighbor burned their dinner and so the alarm went off. A dream where I want to eat firetrucks... what does it mean? I didn't know they're edible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-1387828701007406481?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/1387828701007406481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=1387828701007406481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/1387828701007406481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/1387828701007406481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2010/02/trying-to-figure-out-what-my-dream-is.html' title='trying to figure out what my dream is'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-1295528089169298815</id><published>2010-01-30T16:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:55:04.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like time stands still</title><content type='html'>Have you ever tried doing nothing? You know, just, one day, or one moment, you'd just sit on your bed or relax while you forget the world. I find it funny how people these days couldn't separate themselves from the internet and their friends. They always have their cellphones with them, their laptops always open, always connected to the internet... how is it fun when it feels like an obligation to keep yourself updated and update others about what's up. Go to your room, turn off the cellphone, turn off everything and just enjoy the peace and quiet, lay down in bed, no music, no nothing, just relax. It's fun. When I think back of the past with no extension from the outside world, I often smile at myself. I'm not saying that we should be lazy, it's almost like a camping experience when we get away from the media and electronics. I don't do well with electronics, sorry. But I'm fine with a phone. Get away once in a while. Everybody's awfully in a hurry. It's like people these days are in a race to get noticed by others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-1295528089169298815?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/1295528089169298815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=1295528089169298815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/1295528089169298815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/1295528089169298815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2010/01/like-time-stands-still.html' title='like time stands still'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-3029539400812315375</id><published>2008-07-19T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T17:03:23.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okaeri nasai</title><content type='html'>"Keitaro-san?" I saw Keitaro-san sitting on the bench near the river. It looks like his head was about to fall off. Maybe he's worried over something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh hi, Mutsumi-chan." he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is something wrong? You look somewhat bothered."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, in that case, Kei-san, can you help me go to the mall? A friend of mine is having her birthday and I have no idea what to get her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know what she likes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like I said, I don't know what she likes. Ahaha." Keitaro stood up quick but then it looked like he was about to pass out. "Ah! Kei-san, do you have a fever or something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it's okay. We should hurry. Or your friend's birthday might be over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But it's just early in the afternoon-- wah!" then he yanked me on to get walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's wrong. Keitaro-san seemed really out in space, but he managed to pick a cute dress. Isn't it funny? Wait... him picking out a cute dress? Ahaha. Anyway, I was out of it too, I managed to score another stop sign on my way back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-3029539400812315375?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/3029539400812315375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=3029539400812315375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/3029539400812315375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/3029539400812315375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2008/07/okaeri-nasai.html' title='okaeri nasai'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-5333497495095116622</id><published>2007-05-26T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T03:37:59.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here! I'm here!</title><content type='html'>There has been a series of rare incidents in our district lately. My neighbor complained that someone broke in his apartment and stole his diary. Hara, the people downstairs also made a ruckus about their missing diaries. It doesn't make any sense. Why would anyone steal diaries? Paper isn't expensive. I wonder what's the perpetrator up to. I just wanted to share you this news. At first, I thought I was one of the victims because I couldn't find mine in my room. Sorry, for the long hiatus. I just misplaced mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-5333497495095116622?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/5333497495095116622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=5333497495095116622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/5333497495095116622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/5333497495095116622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-here-im-here.html' title='I&apos;m here! I&apos;m here!'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-8557729881602343942</id><published>2007-04-01T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T03:48:55.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apparently, it's the wrong direction</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Ahaha, we're going back to college."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, it's pretty dry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm tired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had to attend tutorials and supplementary and self- help classes for six weeks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's pretty harsh. Are you okay? Maybe you shouldn't enroll this sem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And put my six weeks of upbringing my confidence to waste?! I wish."&lt;/blockquote&gt;I went to the park with Keitaro-san today. He didn't look very lively. He has exhaustion written all over his face. I thought the air outside would refresh him up but no. I didn't know he attended tutorial and supplementary classes and self- help classes. Whew. Sounds like a semester already. I admire him for that much effort that he invested. I wish I could attend supplementary classes with him. Problem is, I couldn't flunk any of my exams to give the right excuse to take supplementary classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this feeling that I just said something weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-8557729881602343942?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/8557729881602343942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=8557729881602343942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/8557729881602343942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/8557729881602343942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2007/04/apparently-its-wrong-direction.html' title='apparently, it&apos;s the wrong direction'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-116243821501383837</id><published>2006-11-02T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T15:48:35.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here!</title><content type='html'>Wah, it's been a while since my last entry, diary. Hontoni gomen. Demo, I don't there's something significant to write. What happened during the past months were nothing but nonsense, I'm afraid. Kawaii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-116243821501383837?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/116243821501383837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=116243821501383837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/116243821501383837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/116243821501383837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here!'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-115908379226404644</id><published>2006-06-17T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T15:43:12.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to hit refresh</title><content type='html'>After a refreshing break at Okinawa, it's time once again to carry on. Gosh, I guess I'll be a little bummed for my first few days in Toudai. Well, I have just been pampered by my sembreak. I feel loose that need some tightening. Hora, that didn't sound right. In any ways, oyasumi nasai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-115908379226404644?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/115908379226404644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=115908379226404644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/115908379226404644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/115908379226404644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2006/06/time-to-hit-refresh.html' title='time to hit refresh'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-115536988510227122</id><published>2006-05-29T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T16:04:45.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just making sure</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Yokatta!" I'm going home this sembreak.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I wonder why Keitaro agreed to watch my apartment. I need to pack light because I can't carry much and it's Okinawa. I guess it's no big deal asking for help. But is it really okay to ask a favor from him? Oh my, I'm quite embarrassed. Besides, he is the manager of the Hinata Inn. I think it would be gruelling for him to have occasional visits in my flat. It's really kind of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it wouldn't hurt to ask him again tomorrow. Then, if he says yes, I'll start packing. Just remember to pack light, Mutsumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell okaasan and otoosan that I aced every subject in my first sem. Even though I don't know how I did it. I'm sure they'll understand. Soueba, do they know I'm coming home this sembreak?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-115536988510227122?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/115536988510227122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=115536988510227122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/115536988510227122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/115536988510227122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-just-making-sure.html' title='I&apos;m just making sure'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-115245539097471549</id><published>2006-05-12T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T22:29:50.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can feel it</title><content type='html'>I'm going home to Okinawa this coming sembreak. That means, I'll be leaving this pad for a while. The problem is my luggage. There are too many of them than I could carry. It's expensive to have them delivered at Okinawa as well. It's a little embarrassing if I ask them to carry my baggage for me up to Okinawa. Come to think of it, they'll probably hate me afterwards. &lt;blockquote&gt;"Hmm... Maybe. Just may be."&lt;/blockquote&gt;I really want to go to home. I miss everyone at Okinawa. I wish they could move to Tokyo instead. What if I ask Keitaro to watch over my pad. That is if it's okay for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-115245539097471549?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/115245539097471549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=115245539097471549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/115245539097471549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/115245539097471549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-can-feel-it.html' title='I can feel it'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-114950531140074219</id><published>2006-04-26T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T19:01:51.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where to put the blocks</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's our first Long Exam at Social Studies 10. So far, the exam will be about the difference about Religion and Faith. I'm really confused about the topics that have discussed. First of all, where does religion reside? Is faith interdependent? I'm not used to thinking too much. I might...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I fainted. I need to go to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-114950531140074219?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/114950531140074219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=114950531140074219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/114950531140074219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/114950531140074219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2006/04/where-to-put-blocks.html' title='where to put the blocks'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-114801926261355123</id><published>2006-04-10T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T15:50:14.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>start unpacking</title><content type='html'>I'd have to say, there are a lot incoming freshmen at Toudai. Most of them are from private shools of the rich and fameoua. Wow, they're wealthy and smart at the same time. I saw one girl holding smoking while and conversing with her cellphone. Take note, she had a new model. Wealthy and wise: probably Healthy: I'll pick NO. I get dizzy in an instant when I inhale smoke. I'm back in Toudai once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-114801926261355123?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/114801926261355123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=114801926261355123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/114801926261355123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/114801926261355123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2006/04/start-unpacking.html' title='start unpacking'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-114753378233314155</id><published>2006-04-07T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T23:23:02.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>losing the radiance</title><content type='html'>I don't want to believe that this is my last Friday for the summer break. It's frustrating to accept. This is the conclusion of my story. Sigh, I don't want to go to college yet. I enjoy waking up late. It's so hard to accept that I should get up early and go to college. I will surely crave for more summer break. I don't want to wake early and, especially when I feel disoriented and then suddenly feel the chill that tells me to go back in bed. Kuso, now that I'm all feeling depressed, I think I lost my edge to continue writing for today. Goodbye, bed. It's been nice getting along with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-114753378233314155?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/114753378233314155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=114753378233314155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/114753378233314155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/114753378233314155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2006/04/losing-radiance.html' title='losing the radiance'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-114728794799526244</id><published>2006-04-03T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T23:12:37.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>run for my life</title><content type='html'>I have come to a complete stop. Witnessing that everybody's passing me by, I'm beginning to realize if I could still keep up with the people around me. I'm talking about my PE, my newly discovered weakness. I'm having some problems with my Physical Education, 50-meter dash. It is ironic for me to be taking this subject considering my state of health. I should've taken scrabble instead. I failed my PE. &lt;blockquote&gt;"Come on, failed a PE? That's silly." Fortunately, the subject didn't have any credit -- at least not yet. So I guess I still have another chance.&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's college. People will be surprised of their findings and discoveries during college. I'm especially looking forward for strong points. Apparently, I've unearthed a new weakness instead. I've made up my mind and take 50-meter dash again. This time I'll make sure to pass their clocked sessions and finals. Fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it's not yet the start of class and I'm already feeling the tension because, I am really no good at running. That's it, I should change my PE. Iye, Iye. Never say never. It's too early to make conclusions. Let the semester unfold and then let's talk, Mutsumi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-114728794799526244?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/114728794799526244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=114728794799526244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/114728794799526244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/114728794799526244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2006/04/run-for-my-life.html' title='run for my life'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-114555560821940216</id><published>2006-02-28T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T01:57:14.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keep going</title><content type='html'>Wow. I never thought I'd pass Math100. Oh yeah, they call it Introduction to Calculus too. I've been hearing a lot of awful feedbacks about Math100. However, I wonder how I passed that subject. In any rate, I've got one subject down and five more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost the end of the school year. Sugoi! If I keep this up, I think I can survive more of what Toudai will throw at me. Keep them coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set aside Otohime, Mutsumi, It's been a while since my last chitchat with Keitaro. I guess he's doing mighty fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should pay them a visit? Silly me, visiting the Hinata Inn is my daily routine. Now I remember, I haven't seen him in the inn either. I guess he's always stuck in his room studying for the coming Finals. That's mighty noble of him. He's a student of Toudai after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Or maybe he's flunking like the old times?" Could be. Overall, it's boring in here.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yeah, I'll pay Keitaro a visit to see what's up. There's no harm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-114555560821940216?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/114555560821940216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=114555560821940216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/114555560821940216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/114555560821940216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2006/02/keep-going.html' title='keep going'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-114230601754228471</id><published>2006-02-18T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T11:13:37.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stoned</title><content type='html'>It's boring inside my house after all. I've studied my lessons, cleaned up the house, washed my clothes... So I guess there's nothing to do here anymore. I've got no one to talk to, except the wall maybe. Oh my, I've never been this bored in all my years. I figured out, I might as well write on my diary. Lemme' see... Hmm... Wow I'm still writing even though I don't know what to say. Imagine that. Oops, there I go again. Why am I still writing? I don't know why, but for some reason my pen just keeps going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-114230601754228471?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/114230601754228471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=114230601754228471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/114230601754228471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/114230601754228471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2006/02/stoned.html' title='stoned'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-113670207404316120</id><published>2006-01-13T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T23:48:57.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blurry</title><content type='html'>First time I placed my eyes on my test sheet, everything blurred. I still remember vaguely how hard the questions were. I guess I'm not cut for Toudai. I hope Keitaro-san's doing better than I am. I'd have to admit. I'm such a klutz. I need to do better this semester. &lt;blockquote&gt;"Ow!" I accidentally bit my tongue.&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's so depressing here. I don't have anyone to talk to. I just realized that just now. It's sad inside my pad. Hey, I just made a rhyme didn't I? It's chilly too. I better turn on the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only 7pm. I don't want to sleep yet. Well, there's still the TV lying around. And don't forget my favorite study table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should study my lesson tonight -- not that I want to but it's boring *giggles*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20683317-113670207404316120?l=otohimepad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/feeds/113670207404316120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20683317&amp;postID=113670207404316120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/113670207404316120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20683317/posts/default/113670207404316120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otohimepad.blogspot.com/2006/01/blurry.html' title='blurry'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20683317.post-113733951410069649</id><published>2005-12-30T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T02:00:45.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>webmaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/Fish-3.jpg" align="left" /&gt;Jed David, a Business Economics student in UP, is an active blogger and also an anime enthusiast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's fond of playing videogames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also a member of the modding and mapping community for videogames. He also loves to create useless softwares for his content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a music aficionado and an art lover. He's a percusionist. You can find him playing the drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In art, he's a freelance photographer. You can almost find him strolling around for he has no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also aspiring to be a writer -- a lazy writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He eats fastfoods -- alone. Nobody wants go with him when he's craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He plays basketball, but he usually breaks his leg at the end of the game.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, he can't even hit the rim. He's so weak that he gets nosebleed on his first&lt;br /&gt;step on the stair. Pretty ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's into webdesign and networking. After class, his sidelines range from blogging to maintaining websites. He reviews videogames and anime titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's currently striving to pass all of his exams and aims achieve all of his dreams one day. 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