<?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-4948345456690797930</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:15:02.807-08:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='An Idiot&apos;s Guide Sequel'/><category term='fiction daily'/><category term='gift ideas'/><category term='Nodame Cantabile'/><category term='batman'/><category term='movies'/><category term='inspirations'/><category term='books'/><category term='shopaholic'/><category term='Save Money on Insurance'/><category term='Pretend'/><category term='online games'/><category term='rants'/><category term='sketch'/><category term='Internet Credit Card Processor'/><category term='music'/><category term='online shopping'/><category term='Zettai Kareshi'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Blogsvertise'/><category term='Credit Card Accepting'/><category term='Koshonin'/><category term='Term Life'/><category term='daily'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='loans'/><category term='food'/><category term='Reduce Premiums'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='family'/><category term='mortal instruments'/><category term='credit cards'/><category term='football'/><category term='Fiction'/><category term='City of Fallen Angels'/><category term='jdrama'/><category term='skin care'/><category term='novels'/><title type='text'>Pipan's Fiction</title><subtitle type='html'>Fictions and Fanfics made by ME, who am I Pipan P!! haha!! Gomen for my sillyness</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-7508091639872846178</id><published>2012-01-06T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:26:40.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novels'/><title type='text'>OMG So Exciting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q11Kj70DxEU/TwfXcFa9hRI/AAAAAAAAAdo/FepamhogsQI/s1600/1111111111111111colscoverhires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694757131324851474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q11Kj70DxEU/TwfXcFa9hRI/AAAAAAAAAdo/FepamhogsQI/s400/1111111111111111colscoverhires.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I visited Ms. &lt;a href="http://cassie-claire.com/cms/home"&gt;Cassandra Clare's website &lt;/a&gt;and found the cover for City of Lost Souls! And gosh I'm so excited... I cannot wait to read it, I know it's gonna be AWESOME! It's going to be released on the 8th of May, 5 months from now (patience patience patience).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The guy on the cover posing for Jace's gorgeous. And does this mean Clary and Jace are finally gonna get back together *crossing fingers hoping for the best* I mean because the ending of City of Fallen Angels is such a cliffy, made me "WHOA-WHAAAAAAAAAAAT-WAIIIIIIIT-DON'T END YET-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" so I'm really really really really really looking forward to the next installment in this super wonderful awesomest favorite of mine :) And yay!!! 5 months to go!! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me super excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-7508091639872846178?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7508091639872846178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=7508091639872846178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/7508091639872846178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/7508091639872846178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2012/01/omg-so-exciting.html' title='OMG So Exciting!'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q11Kj70DxEU/TwfXcFa9hRI/AAAAAAAAAdo/FepamhogsQI/s72-c/1111111111111111colscoverhires.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-1574779454212649670</id><published>2012-01-06T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T02:11:09.544-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Annoyed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really couldn't understand why some people just wouldn't ask you properly if it's all right for you to wait for them until such time... I have stuffs to do you know? I have a life of my own. I wouldn't be this annoyed if you'd just ask before you assume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Geez... &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/4948345456690797930-1574779454212649670?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1574779454212649670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=1574779454212649670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/1574779454212649670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/1574779454212649670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2012/01/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-9192740122216665897</id><published>2012-01-05T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T21:14:29.571-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Considering Keyboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Made a partial draft of first chapter of the story I'm working last night. Typing on the computer's pretty nice, but I think I might have gotten too used to my workplace keyboard. When I did the typing at home my fingers got a little stiff... Perhaps there is a need to purchase a new keyboard. Preferrably something similar to the one I'm using at work, but I quite like my keyboard at home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-9192740122216665897?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/9192740122216665897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=9192740122216665897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/9192740122216665897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/9192740122216665897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2012/01/considering-keyboard.html' title='Considering Keyboard'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-9066612074090040479</id><published>2012-01-02T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T01:01:22.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>My New Years' Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Money Control - Make a proper budget (with label envelopes) for my expenses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;e.g. one envelope for daily allowance, one for phone bill, another for book allowance, one for my savings and so forth (like if I wish to items like let's say a new computer, I'd make another envelope and label it "New Computer Fund"). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This way, I will be able to properly check on my expenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;STATUS: Started - it's up to me to continue the practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. Healthy Eating - I shall do my best to avoid eating junk food or fast food. Also, I shall strive to eat on time and drink lots of water (I used to do this before and it helped me lose weight, I just got sidetracked and you know... just ate whatever came to mind) so yeah... another NYR :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. Jog and Walk - Again I've been doing this a lot before. Like I walk home instead of using the public transpo, then I got into the habbit of using the public transpo often. So I'm hoping to go back to my fantastic walking hobby from before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. Do a lot of blogging - I've been keeping this blog for a while, I haven't updated it as often as I did before, so I'm going to go back to blogging again. I enjoy it a lot and I think it can really help me with coping up with stress and stuffs, plus it's an awesome pastime (me thinks). So my plans: I want to keep a book review blog for my book reviews, and a food and places blog (since I love to explore and to check out foodstuffs from different places - note: Not really overeating, just exploring different cuisines, and it's not all fast food so I'll still be keeping up with my number 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5. Go business go! - In relation to number 1, I shall have to find more means of earning. :) And I think going back to my usual ways (selling stuffs) could really help me here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So basically, I have to think back to the times where I was able to do positive stuffs and gain positive results and then do those positive stuffs this year for positive results this year. It seems that I've forgotten the things I've been doing before which were actually beneficial to me. I'll do my best to be better this 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ja ne~~ :)&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/4948345456690797930-9066612074090040479?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/9066612074090040479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=9066612074090040479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/9066612074090040479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/9066612074090040479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-new-years-resolution.html' title='My New Years&apos; Resolution'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-1378215278972748486</id><published>2012-01-01T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:14:19.432-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Happy New Year Everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I know it's already the second day of the new year, but I wasn't able to post anything during the New Year (January 1) as I was preoccupied with cooking stuffs for our &lt;em&gt;Noche Buena. &lt;/em&gt;I decided to cook since I haven't really done a lot of it since last new year. I only made simple stuffs though, like Cookies and Cream layered cake, I cooked the ham so it must count for something as well, and chili con carne. My mom made the pasta and other stuffs. Then the rest we ordered ^_^ It's so much easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So we still have the New Year's eve basic stuffs, like greens (letuce) in the form of the fresh lumpia since it symbolizes cash (green veggies look like crumpled cash or something), &lt;em&gt;malagkit&lt;/em&gt; so it's &lt;em&gt;sapin2x&lt;/em&gt; bought from my brother's friend :), oranges on the table, the cotton, rice, water stuff also for the table, and the sweets, lots of sweets for those with a sweet tooth, like me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's been wonderful. Then during the day, we ate and ate and I cooked again and ate, an addition to the pounds (but that's all right, it's a celebration after all!). Then I opened a book I've recently purchased, it's called Switched by Amanda Hocking at it was awesome. I just love it. And now, I'm digging in the second book. Another great read to add to my favorites list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, it's a wonderful start to a new year. Thank you Lord for helping us in 2011 and we ask for Your guidance in 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Happy New Year Everyone!!!&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/4948345456690797930-1378215278972748486?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1378215278972748486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=1378215278972748486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/1378215278972748486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/1378215278972748486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-8488499726016935622</id><published>2011-12-18T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T05:25:24.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Post Deleted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just a short post since a long hiatus. Lately I've been too preoccupied with stuffs that I couldn't update as frequently as I had been since hmm... 3 years ago? When I was like still in College ^_^. Anyways, I just wanted to post that I deleted a post not really related to this blog I'm going to try to update regularly from now on. It's work-related, and this blog is sort of like my personal space and I want it to contain stuffs that swings more on my personal thoughts (I suppose rantings and ramblings and stuffs that more or less proves that I am by the by a little bit on the slightly mildly teenie weenie mini deranged side of the sanity scale).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I enjoy writing may it be through pen and paper or simply typing on the keyboard, it calms the mind, help release stress-related anxieties, allows you to think clearer and simply makes you smile. Especially after you press the publish post button and see the actual post on the web.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now,&lt;br /&gt;Ja ne!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/4948345456690797930-8488499726016935622?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8488499726016935622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=8488499726016935622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/8488499726016935622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/8488499726016935622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-deleted.html' title='Post Deleted'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-4991760766690509779</id><published>2011-08-20T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T01:25:40.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Sweet Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Checking my phone for things and found the images folder, I browsed and viewed some stuffs I've been doing for the past few days. Unsurprisingly, I see a lot of pictures of food, food and more food, and most of those foodstuffs are expectedly sweet. I've got such a sweet tooth (and the carbs my, my... the carbs).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1st my Aunt's cupcakes, they're SUPER!!! (super cute, very yummy) She made them for my cousins (Janeene and Janeeca's 18th Birthday at The Apo View: &lt;em&gt;Belated Happy Birthday my dear cousins, it was a smashing party!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7GHJuqC6cJg/Tk9nccgYjTI/AAAAAAAAAdM/p7PKrDuJs7Q/s1600/Photo0994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642842596504538418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7GHJuqC6cJg/Tk9nccgYjTI/AAAAAAAAAdM/p7PKrDuJs7Q/s320/Photo0994.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xz4W_5lhY-4/Tk9nXLm62kI/AAAAAAAAAdE/cKcHOFO2m3A/s1600/Photo0977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642842506069203522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xz4W_5lhY-4/Tk9nXLm62kI/AAAAAAAAAdE/cKcHOFO2m3A/s320/Photo0977.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And of course one of the cakes at the party. Really cute &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z-Oey5Mzuts/Tk9nSOHz4yI/AAAAAAAAAc8/a5uyX6kXQcE/s1600/Photo0950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642842420844684066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z-Oey5Mzuts/Tk9nSOHz4yI/AAAAAAAAAc8/a5uyX6kXQcE/s320/Photo0950.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The giveaway cupcakes ^_^ love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UQ_F92O9eTs/Tk9nMSJbXjI/AAAAAAAAAc0/gXsS8oWiWDo/s1600/Photo0935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642842318845992498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UQ_F92O9eTs/Tk9nMSJbXjI/AAAAAAAAAc0/gXsS8oWiWDo/s320/Photo0935.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Wine ~ :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3DG8VEka7kI/Tk9nFluCvkI/AAAAAAAAAcs/-b_NfiM9yUc/s1600/Photo0915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642842203840757314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3DG8VEka7kI/Tk9nFluCvkI/AAAAAAAAAcs/-b_NfiM9yUc/s320/Photo0915.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And a milk tea shake store that sells really delicious and very refreshing milk tea shakes. I've recently discovered in NCCC Mall Ma-a. I think it's been there for a while already I just haven't had the time to explore, but hey, it's a new stuff to me. I highly recommend it (tried the strawberry, it's not too sweet, it's just right). I think it's called Infinitea or something. I'll get back there and check it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zE-RRbbpaOw/Tk9m_uGbtWI/AAAAAAAAAck/iVpMbO2CD-0/s1600/Photo0789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642842103011325282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zE-RRbbpaOw/Tk9m_uGbtWI/AAAAAAAAAck/iVpMbO2CD-0/s320/Photo0789.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And yeah, the maja blanca in Cafe Laguna in Abreeza Mall, Bajada. Hmmhmmmmm... Awesome Filipino Dessert, definitely a must try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D447ZZ_KS1Y/Tk9m5B3pbiI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ozKEMJGpeUY/s1600/Photo0773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642841988058934818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D447ZZ_KS1Y/Tk9m5B3pbiI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ozKEMJGpeUY/s320/Photo0773.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm... No wonder I'm gaining pounds. hihi ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ramblings out ~~~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-4991760766690509779?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4991760766690509779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=4991760766690509779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/4991760766690509779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/4991760766690509779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2011/08/sweet-tooth.html' title='Sweet Tooth'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7GHJuqC6cJg/Tk9nccgYjTI/AAAAAAAAAdM/p7PKrDuJs7Q/s72-c/Photo0994.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-7333872603929027367</id><published>2011-08-18T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T00:14:19.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Thinking of Something to Write</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a while since I wrote anything fictional (not that anyone's reading them though hihi ^_^ aside from my good friends and a few family members. I miss writing stories that just suddenly comes into your head and makes you think "hmm... what if?". I've been a little busy with stuff stuffs. And with an urgent need to lose gained pounds by eating lots of stuffs from newly opened stores, restos, and places, and lack of needed exercise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyways, it's &lt;em&gt;Kadayawan sa Davao&lt;/em&gt; an annual event in my most loved Davao. So lots of things are happening around the city. I texted my friends around an hour ago, and we're planning to hang out after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So again, I still have that silly ability of shifting topics in a post. I started with "It's been a while since I wrote anything fictional" and went to &lt;em&gt;Kadayawan&lt;/em&gt;... I'm pretty much post ranting again. Anyways (for the second time), I've been making some sort of story (sometimes when I'm at home, and not feeling like reading any of the books I have, or watching some movie/series) that revolves around people with special abilities. Haha... I know very original... anyways (3rd time) I've been working on it right now, thinking of character names, plots, the usual stuffs, and I hope that I can finish this one, and still hope that my friends/family members aren't too busy to read such stuffs. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll be watching a movie later on, well that's the original plan... hopefully, or just hang out at some resto, not eat too much food, have some nice friend-talk. If we do watch a movie, I hope it's a good one. I haven't had the time to browse at the Cinema now showing lately, but we'll know about it once we're there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So to sum up... I'm not going to eat too much, I'm going to do my best to wake up early and do some nice running everyday, I'm going to go out tonight to enjoy some of the &lt;em&gt;Kadayawan &lt;/em&gt;festivities, and I'm going to finish writing the stuff I've been recently thinking about lately. Did I forget anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well... that's all for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ramblings Out ^_^&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/4948345456690797930-7333872603929027367?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7333872603929027367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=7333872603929027367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/7333872603929027367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/7333872603929027367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2011/08/thinking-of-something-to-write.html' title='Thinking of Something to Write'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-4730127915544633686</id><published>2011-07-31T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T00:45:31.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Our Amie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X-7muVFjc78/TjUH5F4ZOmI/AAAAAAAAAcU/rCBNpsUb9ns/s1600/Amie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Amie has played a major role in our lives. She taught us many things, helped us in our challenges, and showed us a great example of an overall good person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Amie taught us the value of prayer and often encourages us to pray the rosary as a family at home, and go to mass every Sunday. She always tells us to have faith in the Lord, &lt;i style=""&gt;“Pag pray lang, magtabang man si Jesus”&lt;/i&gt; she will always say. And she reminds us to thank the Lord for the blessings that He’s given us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Amie is very supportive and is always proud of us, her grandchildren. Whenever we tell her stories of our achievements, no matter how small they may be she’s always happy and proud of us, never forgetting to say “Praise God” to thank Him for her &lt;i style=""&gt;apo’s &lt;/i&gt;success. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;She is generous. Amie encourages us to share what we have to others in the same way she shows us how it is to share. Amie is always ready to lend a hand. Whenever we tell her of our concern, and if she could do anything to solve it or make it better, without hesitation she will help. Through ups and downs, she is always there for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;A strong woman, Amie is always dependable. An intelligent person, she always know what to say. Loving and caring, she watches out for us. Open minded, she understands our shortcomings and is the coolest &lt;i style=""&gt;lola&lt;/i&gt;. Kind hearted, she helps those in need. Strong in faith, Amie is our example of an overall good person. And as she is proud of us, we are also very proud of her, because Amie has lived her life in Faith, in service to God and her fellow men and women. Amie’s one great soul, and she’s one of the best people we know who loves true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Words are not enough to describe her for her kindness, her deeds, and her individuality, because she is by all means, beyond description. Not just us, her family, Amie’s touched many lives and helped a lot of people. Everyone always have good things to say about Amie, and I know what I’ve written and said on this piece would never sum up everything she’s shared with us, and with the community. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;It’s a great honor knowing her, and a greater honor of being a part of her life, of her family. I thank the Lord God for giving me, and giving us the gift of having a wonderful grandmother like you. Amie, I love you, we love you, thank you for everything. We will forever cherish your love, your lessons, your life… And like what you always tell us before we go out to school, to work, to face life’s new beginning, God Bless, Mother Lily, Sister Lily, Manang Lily, Mommy, God Bless Our Amie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  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P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X-7muVFjc78/TjUH5F4ZOmI/AAAAAAAAAcU/rCBNpsUb9ns/s72-c/Amie2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-8780413687719676993</id><published>2011-04-26T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T09:38:07.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Crazy for A Crazy Little Thing Called Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dM744S_evP8/Tbbu5pBodbI/AAAAAAAAAbw/LZ50i6x_mfU/s1600/P_firstlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dM744S_evP8/Tbbu5pBodbI/AAAAAAAAAbw/LZ50i6x_mfU/s320/P_firstlove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599925860714444210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My darling little sister recommended this Thai movie, A Crazy Little Thing Called Love. She said it's suuuuuppppeeeer awesome, so I watched, and I think it's not really suuuuuppppeeeer awesome, but SUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRR AAAAAAAWWWWWWWWEEESSSOOMME!&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching it (it's already 12:14am my time), and now I want to watch it again. I'm such a sucker for feel-good movies with wonderful love stories and beautiful characters. If you think about it, say for example... the story's quite simple, but it's really&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1qudFm1qdU/Tbb0BJRTXPI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iNnpn7VHwP8/s1600/MOV1199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1qudFm1qdU/Tbb0BJRTXPI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iNnpn7VHwP8/s320/MOV1199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599931487187328242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nice when you watch it. Makes you think of your student days or simply makes you feel good. And it doesn't hurt that they have really gorgeous actors to play the parts, lots of eye candy popping around the screen. ^_^ makes the experience so much better... Just makes you sigh and think "Ah, I think I'm in love" or something like, "I love you P'Shone, I am Nam" or something along the lines of "Don't be sad P'Top, if Nam doesn't take you, I'm here"... ^_^ And now, just after watching the movie... I want to re-watch it again. like after-what-10 minute interval? :D I watched Beastly yesterday evening, and yeah it was nice, movie got me smiling and all, and Alex is gorgeous, but wow... A Crazy Little Thing Called Love is just... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wow&lt;/span&gt; *sighs* I've almost forgotten about Beastly right away, I think I've only remembered it here because I have the book right in front of me (Well, actually on the upper right side of my computer, at the top of the little cabinet where I placed the book --haven't read it yet even though I've bought it from the bookshop about a month ago, or so *hihi*-- I love P'Shone, and Nam, and P'Top, and I've just googled and found out that their names are actually: &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mario Maurer - Chon (but the subs on my copy said Shone, anyway almost sounds the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V2HFcZEI4B8/Tbb0T_tfchI/AAAAAAAAAcI/kyc96ELKvt4/s1600/tumblr_lf5owoeepw1qaeebuo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V2HFcZEI4B8/Tbb0T_tfchI/AAAAAAAAAcI/kyc96ELKvt4/s320/tumblr_lf5owoeepw1qaeebuo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599931811038720530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; same, but later I will search for the real spelling of Mr. Maurer's character name), and Pimchanok Lerwisetpibol - Nam, erm... a little difficult to pronounce--For Now!-- gee... after watching the movie I want to be fluent in Thai Language (another language to learn, after Japanese and Korean). It's always nice to have somethi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ng nice to learn, and watch, and speak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramblings out!!! :D Ja ne!!!! or should I say &lt;/span&gt;laaeo phohp gan mai&lt;span class="tt"&gt;!!! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta watch it one more time before I sleep :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4948345456690797930-8780413687719676993?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8780413687719676993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=8780413687719676993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/8780413687719676993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/8780413687719676993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2011/04/crazy-for-crazy-little-thing-called.html' title='Crazy for A Crazy Little Thing Called Love'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dM744S_evP8/Tbbu5pBodbI/AAAAAAAAAbw/LZ50i6x_mfU/s72-c/P_firstlove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-832901178791970570</id><published>2011-04-21T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T01:36:23.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mortal instruments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction daily'/><title type='text'>A COFA thought ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8gBUEzO4Ie4/TbE9Kq6mYmI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2A65Ncaw2d4/s1600/bookie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8gBUEzO4Ie4/TbE9Kq6mYmI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2A65Ncaw2d4/s320/bookie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598323065326297698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, yup yup yup I know it's been a while since I read the book, but hey what can someone like me do? City of Fallen Angels (COFA) really gets you hooked and I know I'm not the only fan who would say I'm soooooooooooooooooooooo looking forward to the next book, and since I'm soooooooooooooooooooo looking forward to the next book, my mind just can't stop thinking about stuffs from the previous books and their "possible" definitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that's been bothering my silly head ever since I started reading the most wonderful book series ever to hit the bookshelves, was when Dorothea, that's the witch's adopted daughter who appeared on the 1st book, City of Bones, said that Jace would fall in love with the wrong person. All these time, some of the people I know, and even myself were thinking, "Was he not supposed to fall in love with Clary?" since on the first parts of the story it was evident that they're a love team. Then they did fall in love and we were like sighing and thinking it's the most wonderful thing ever, and it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; the most wonderful thing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;. Then it happened, Valentine appeared and told them that Clary and Jace are siblings. Then I was thinking, WHAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!?? then I read the next installment, City of Ashes, and I got hearts in my eyes every time there came a Jace and Clary seen... and I thought... "Am I a bad person for liking something that more or less portrays incestuous behavior?" then denies I'm a bad person by denying that Jace and Clary are blood relations, and twisting and untwisting family trees trying to find a glitch in what Valentine claimed, hoping that I am right and Jace and Clary are not siblings, and they are free to love each other in a romantic kind of way. Then the third book, City of Glass came and Hurrah!!!! We won!!! it was amazing, and I can't quite explain how happy I was to know that they aren't relations. And how amazing everything in the book turned out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... tanananannnnn... Book four came, City of Fallen Angels, and then it was still amazingly wonderfully brilliant, and then I came to the last parts of the fourth book, finding Jace turning to something like a probably evil (though undoubtedly hot) Jace, forgetting Clary, and welcoming Sebastian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I'm still not convinced that Jace isn't supposed to love Clary, because duh, incestuous behavior didn't stop me from believing that the two of them are meant to be together for the rest of their happy shadowhunter lives and their life after that (as Jace pointed out quite romantically), and so is Clary's twisted brother's interference. Na-uh! no no no... Dear Seb (or Jonathan) is not gonna stop me (or them) Love rules :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, since I'm in no way near thinking Jace is really not meant for Clary or vice versa, I think what Dorothea's prophecy "He was going to fall in love with the wrong person" really meant was what happened on the end of the 4th book, where Clary disappeared from Jace's mind and then he welcomed Sebastian's voice. So it's like he's starting to love Sebastian, and I don't really mean it in a romantic fashion, no offense to yaoi fans, but you know, something friendly or brotherly, probably more brotherly since Seb refers to Jace as little brother, whatever that means in his evil twisted perception. So I believe that's what the prophecy meant, and the prophecy also said he's going to have one enemy, and that's probably Seb, and falling in love with your enemy is often referred to as a wrong move, so falling in love with Seb is a wrong move, thus, Jace falling in love with the wrong person... temporarily... I'm so sure it's going to be temporary... and I hope we don't get a female character running her hands on our---oops---Clary's Jace. But Ms. Clare's the boss and I'm sure whatever she puts in the story will be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait for the next book... and "The Clockwork Prince" gosh it's coming out in September... Will Herondale's connection to the Mortal Instruments is really making me soooooo curious, and soooooo eager to read the next books... I just love The Mortal Instruments and the Infernal Devices. JacexClary and TessaxWill forever!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramblings out... Hihihihi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/4948345456690797930-832901178791970570?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/832901178791970570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=832901178791970570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/832901178791970570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/832901178791970570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2011/04/cofa-thought.html' title='A COFA thought ^_^'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8gBUEzO4Ie4/TbE9Kq6mYmI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2A65Ncaw2d4/s72-c/bookie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-2997068635082926979</id><published>2011-04-12T04:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T04:56:51.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='City of Fallen Angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>My very own City of Fallen Angels wee!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So it's raining outside. Well, it was raining pretty hard about fifteen minutes ago and I decided to wait for it to tame down a bit before I head home. Yupz, I'm currently in the office right now, in front of my office computer :) There isn't much to do at the moment (*at the moment). I already sent the stuffs I had to send, and things, so right now my mind is running with the words "I love Jace". Gosh, Ms. Cassandra Clare's works are just fan-&lt;em&gt;tastic!&lt;/em&gt; Totally addicting so I really can't wait to get home and fix myself a big dose of City of Fallen Angels. I only started reading it last night, stopped at chapter 13 because it was already around 3am and I have work the next day, but ended up late, and drowsy anyway, but still eager to read the next pages of the yummy book. And speaking of the City of Fallen Angels book, I'd like to thank my friend and his girlfriend (Super Thanks Guys!!!!) for helping me get a copy of the book. You see, COFA (let's use this acro for short) is not yet available in Davao City book shops. So try as I may in begging the customer service lady of National Bookstore (thanks for bearing with my weirdness btw) to hand me a copy, it was not possible in such a short time. Fortunately, friend here, who also searched the shops just like me, had another friend, who came from a land far away overflowing with the lates stuffs who is also, fortunately, a big fan of the series, and who was kind enough to buy the COFA and ship it to this faraway land (Gosh, waiting to read the COFA is making me crazy, though I think it's sort of like a partial stuff even before I waited to wait to read the COFA which never really happened since after I found out the Mortal Instruments will have another book following the said trilogy, I was already very excited and therefore waited to read the COFA-- Ok I'm getting off topic, if I ever had a topic, wait, yeah I do...) Anyway, friends helped me get a copy and for that I thank them very much. ^___^ Now the rain seems to stop, and since I want to know what happens next, *I'm really nice so you realize, no spoilers on the post *grins** except for ramblings which you think perhaps are probably nonsensical, and if you do think that way, I thank you for reaching until this line of the post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ja! I gotta go, I still have a date with Jace *mwah!*&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/4948345456690797930-2997068635082926979?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2997068635082926979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=2997068635082926979' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/2997068635082926979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/2997068635082926979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-very-own-city-of-fallen-angels-wee.html' title='My very own City of Fallen Angels wee!!!'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-6074841663777368541</id><published>2011-03-19T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T23:11:13.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>City of Fallen Angels Edition from Barnes and Nobles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQLO3VmSbu8/TYWaTKkpkzI/AAAAAAAAAbY/bdEPpj6T_O0/s1600/fallen%2Bangels.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQLO3VmSbu8/TYWaTKkpkzI/AAAAAAAAAbY/bdEPpj6T_O0/s400/fallen%2Bangels.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586040566869234482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;OMG!!! the City of Fallen Angels that will be available at Barnes and Nobles on April 5th with have a super yummy extra: A letter from Jace to Clary!!! a copy of the letter Jace left on Clary's room in Idris when he decided to go out and look for Valentine. *note the "EXCLUSIVE never-before-seen letter from Jace to Clary inside!* I hope the same edition will be released in Asia. I really really really really want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the Mortal Instruments! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4948345456690797930-6074841663777368541?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6074841663777368541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=6074841663777368541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/6074841663777368541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/6074841663777368541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2011/03/city-of-fallen-angels-edition-from.html' title='City of Fallen Angels Edition from Barnes and Nobles'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQLO3VmSbu8/TYWaTKkpkzI/AAAAAAAAAbY/bdEPpj6T_O0/s72-c/fallen%2Bangels.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-5584251181525606020</id><published>2011-03-19T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T06:55:25.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Refresher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow, it's been a super looooooong time since I posted anything, or made new stories... been too busy lately. I sometimes wonder if I still know how to write stories, or stuffs. Anyway, been reading some wonderful books, love the plots, love the characters, love the whole package. I've also been selling some of my books, my most precious possessions, since my mother told me I should make good use of them, and not just leave them piling around my room (Though I swear I've been making excellent use of the books, they've been with me for quite a while, I've read them more than once, and still they're in excellent condition, and by excellent I mean *Like new*) Well, I sold six of them to a friend today *sighs* the only consolation, aside from the decent refund is that I know they'll be in good hands. Ja ne~ my precious Twilight, Breaking Dawn, Dead and Gone, Fallen, Hush Hush, and Beautiful Creatures. You've been excellent companions *wipes tear*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All righty... enough of the drama or I might cry my heart out. Anyways... as I've said, I've been reading some stuffs lately, books I've recently purchased, and some of the old stories I made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first stuffs, I so love THE HUNGER GAMES TRILOGY!!! I love the whole series, and it's one series you really seriously positively cannot put down. I love Peeta and Katniss, and Gale, and Finnick, a&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eDKpLPbMjlA/TYS1VsZ_DQI/AAAAAAAAAbI/OaJ9nOHXdng/s1600/DSC00702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585788822148287746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eDKpLPbMjlA/TYS1VsZ_DQI/AAAAAAAAAbI/OaJ9nOHXdng/s320/DSC00702.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd the whole thing. And now it's one of my all time favorites. Also, I'm so excited for it's coming movie (and the coming Mortal Instruments movie which I hope Alex Pettyfer will star.) I wonder who's playing Peeta and Gale, there have been lots of candidates, and a lot of people wanted different stars for the different roles. I just hope that whoever will be chosen for the movie will do the story and the characters justice. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm going to read Beastly and I am Number Four next, and then The Lost Duke of Wyndham and Mr. Cavendish I Presume by one of my favorite authors, Julia Quinn. I bought the books a few weeks ago, but I haven't had the time to read them yet. But I will find the time to read them for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the second stuffs, I was rummaging on my old stuffs and found some of the stories I made before. A lot of them were unfinished, so I'm hoping to finish them as well. Then I'm going to interrupt my friends, and have them read the stories I made. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I find writing this post quite refreshing, after a few months of not touching this blog, I was finally able to come back again *yay me*. Writing is such a wonderful stress reliever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope to post back again soon. And to those who visited for the past months, I thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;@paigr: Thanks! ^_^ and Mortal Instruments will have THREE MORE BOOKS!!! *Hurrah!!!!!* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;@bp: Arigato gozaimasu! - yup they do, they totally totally do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;@irle: There is now ^_^ thanks for visiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm going to finish Two Months of Summer, and the Alterran and Farron stuff that's still untitled but already read by my friends Kristine, Reich, and Joni, who loves me dearly ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks and see yah! matta ne~~!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/4948345456690797930-5584251181525606020?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5584251181525606020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=5584251181525606020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/5584251181525606020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/5584251181525606020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2011/03/refresher.html' title='Refresher'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eDKpLPbMjlA/TYS1VsZ_DQI/AAAAAAAAAbI/OaJ9nOHXdng/s72-c/DSC00702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-7250872343782439367</id><published>2010-01-07T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T03:50:25.498-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>A Wonderful Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/S0XKcLPOu0I/AAAAAAAAAaw/Os8MI6-fXNM/s1600-h/pup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/S0XKcLPOu0I/AAAAAAAAAaw/Os8MI6-fXNM/s320/pup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423963911639448386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I've been reading through my old emails and stumbled upon one from my cousin. I haven't read it yet (must've missed it ~sowi). But It's a wonderful story, and I think it'll be great if other people, like you could read it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Here's the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♥♥♥♥♥♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(121, 74, 114); font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their father was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two.  Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;would scramble to hide under their beds.  He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either. If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince who ever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was called the Big Wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the window from time to time at all those kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night when the little ones and I knelt to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;her home with one dollar of my tip money-- fully half of what I averaged every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny ba lloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had angels taken up residence in Indiana? I wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a deal with the local service station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;him to do the tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1262864314_66" style="border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. There were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;were dropping nickels in the pinball machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning, to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly opened the driver's side door, crawled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;hole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1262864314_67"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Christmas Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there were angels in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1262864314_68"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Indiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; that long-ago December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE POWER OF PRAYER. I believe that God only gives three answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;to prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'Yes!'&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Not yet.'&lt;br /&gt;3! . 'I have something better in mind..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God still sits on the throne, the devil is a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You maybe going through a tough time right now but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that you cannot imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4948345456690797930-7250872343782439367?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7250872343782439367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=7250872343782439367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/7250872343782439367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/7250872343782439367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/wonderful-story.html' title='A Wonderful Story'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/S0XKcLPOu0I/AAAAAAAAAaw/Os8MI6-fXNM/s72-c/pup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-4641833731475851877</id><published>2009-12-30T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:37:13.693-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Something to Think Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, nothing much:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've just realized that I've bought too many books for this month, and I've spent too much money for it. Now, as a resolution for the new year, I'd try my best to buy only a maximum of two books per month, and not be tempted by affordable, cheap and great finds in book shops, or on ebay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a pie must be there on the second tuesday of the chinese new year&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/4948345456690797930-4641833731475851877?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4641833731475851877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=4641833731475851877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/4641833731475851877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/4641833731475851877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/something-to-think-over.html' title='Something to Think Over'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-306832521925571014</id><published>2009-12-29T20:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:30:58.768-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Gorgeous Iker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SzrVKiUsS3I/AAAAAAAAAag/wCHgbIbiHUg/s1600-h/iker-casillas-20-5-81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SzrVKiUsS3I/AAAAAAAAAag/wCHgbIbiHUg/s320/iker-casillas-20-5-81.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420879478482815858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I just love Iker Casillas... But who doesn't? haha... nada, It's been a while since I've posted anything here, and I just wanted to have Iker's picture on this blog. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Yeah, I know most of the time I write messed up posts, haha, like now... the title's about Iker but I'm writing things not related to Iker: Like, lately I've been writing another story, which I'll hopefully have my friends read sometime soon, after I type it down, because I had it on pencil and paper, yeah (pencil and paper). And I'm loving Vampire Diaries (Go Damen!). And finally, after some harsh persuasion by my cousin dear, I decided to open a facebook account (Yay for me!). And I'm thinking of selling my harry potter books... Haha, why? because I had an argument with my sister regarding container, huh... long story... anyways, I think this whim will just pass, because based on my experience, I really CAN'T sell my books... I'm sooo weird.&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/4948345456690797930-306832521925571014?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/306832521925571014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=306832521925571014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/306832521925571014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/306832521925571014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/gorgeous-iker.html' title='Gorgeous Iker'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SzrVKiUsS3I/AAAAAAAAAag/wCHgbIbiHUg/s72-c/iker-casillas-20-5-81.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-7396412045963532473</id><published>2009-05-11T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T07:11:55.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Books After Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Like many others, I’m also hooked to Twilight, and after I’ve finished reading Breaking Dawn, and the partial draft of Midnight Sun, I couldn’t get over the whole saga so I read it again and again and again and again. I suppose I’ve read the whole saga about ten times or something (No exaggeration, well probably not the whole New Moon since it hurts a lot. I can’t bear Edward leaving me… I mean Bella (Well in my OWN world I’m Bella so…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;all right, if I go on with this rant you’ll think I’m really crazy so let’s get back to the topic)), and after all that reading I still couldn’t get over it. So I thought about reading other books, and YES people! There are A LOT of OTHER GREAT BOOKS aside from Twilight. A LOT That I finally finally gotten over it, well not entirely, since there’s still sort of a hang over like I still feel Edward Cullen---WAIT! I’m writing like some drunk person---Well, as I said, a lot and I mean lots and lots, and like the effect of Twilight, I also couldn’t entirely get over these books, they’re all AMAZING. And I highly recommend some of them (Okay, I know you probably think the one writing these things down is crazy, but I’m not (I think I’m not… haha), but my point is, these books are really GREAT and I’m not joking.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Ehem… Well, I’ve read quite a few books after Twilight, the first (exactly after my tenth or something reading of Breaking Dawn) is… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; by Sophie Kinsella (More on my past post,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; check if you wish but note my tendency for rants, I do a lot of them). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Although it’s not in the same Fantasy/Romance genre, it’s very very very very nice. All characters, except for a few EVIL characters, are so likeable, especially the heroine/protagonist/whatever you call her, Rebecca Bloomwood (She lies a lot, but she’s very funny, and she’s talented and smart, mind you she do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;es a lot of very funny, sometimes embarrassing stuffs. That makes the story so fun though). Also a character to watch is Luke Brandon, the love of her life. Erm… actually, I’ve already made a post about the whole Shopaholic series, so if you want note: only if you want, read my past post: “Loving Shopaholic, Becky Bloomwood, and Luke Brandon” or something that sounds like it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;After the Shopaholic Series (Confessions of a Shopaholic, Shopaholic Takes Manhattan, Shopaholic Ties Knot, Shopaholic and Sister, Shopaholic and Baby), I read &lt;b style=""&gt;House of the Night &lt;/b&gt;by PC Cast and Kristin Cast. Hmm… currently the series has four books (Marked, Untamed, Betrayed, Hunted) There’s a coming fifth book: Tempted. I think the series is well written, with good descriptions on how they do their magic and stuffs, although I have some slight er… issue with Zoey’s (the m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;ain character) tendency to fall in love so easily with so many guys (but like I said it’s MY issue, I don’t know with others, it’s good nonetheless). Anyways, the House of the Night series, like Twilight is about Vampyres (Yupz with a ‘Y’), and in the story, people are aware of Vampyres, but there are some others like the People of Faith or so they call them, who does not approve of them. Also, Vampyres are marked, which means that anyone who has the tendency to become Vampyres get marks, like tattoos on their faces (it just happ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;ens to anyone, without prior notice or something). Evidently, those marked go to a school called House of the Night wherein they study, and meet other fledglings (young vampyres) like themselves, until they turn to adult vampyres, or die during the process. And another Also, some Vampyres or Fledglings in the story, are blessed with the power of the elements or something like that (Various affinities) by their goddess Nyx. The plot is entirely different from Twilight, but it’s a good series, lots of magic, spells, twists and turns, and mysteries.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;One of My FAVORITES is the &lt;b style=""&gt;Mortal Instruments Trilogy&lt;/b&gt; by Cassandra Clare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/Sggwhsm9q-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/b0CTMSbYpjA/s1600-h/p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/Sggwhsm9q-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/b0CTMSbYpjA/s320/p1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334567114088754146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;And when I say favorites I really mean FAVORITES. It’s really really really really GOOD. I love all the characters, especially Jace *hearts*. The series contains humor, well it’s not a comedy series, b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;ut when you read their dialogues you really can’t help but laugh, lots of action, mystery (yup, also a lot), touchingly sweet romance *sighs dreamily*, and unexpected events. Once you start reading, it’s hard to stop (my case). Anyways, the protagonist here is named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Clary (I adore her), and the story starts when she finds out that the world is not what it seems (haha, I can’t believe I’m using this phrase), and there exists entities different from people, and that there are people called Shadowhunters (unknown to the mundane world) who have the skills and the power to put demons back wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;ere they belong to keep humanity safe. Along the story she meets Jace, a super gorgeous, and talented shadowhunter and the story goes (I really do not wish to spoil anything for anyone, so I’ll stop discussing from this point). What I really want to say is that the Mortal Instruments Trilogy (City of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;, City of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Ashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; and City of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;) is one of the best books I’ve read so far. It’s already on my favorites list. I’m sure every person’s taste differs, but I believe this series is worth a try. I think it’s really good.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;After the Mortal Instruments Trilogy, I’ve read some other books like &lt;b style=""&gt;Can You Keep a Secret &lt;/b&gt;by Sophie Kinsella, &lt;b style=""&gt;The Undomestic Goddess &lt;/b&gt;by Sophie Kinsella, heck you should read all of Sophie Kinsella’s books, they’re all great. She’s actually one of my favorite authors.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Erm… anyways, I also read a few other books like &lt;b style=""&gt;Vampire Kisses&lt;/b&gt;, umm… I’m sure a lot of people like it, but I don’t feel about it so much. Before anyone reacts, please note that this is my own opinion, again others might not agree with me, I’m sure, but for me, Vampire Kisses isn’t my kind of plot because, I think it’s redundant. Like they’re already vampires, and they’re also Goths, not that I have anything against Goths, but it’s just… well anyway… it’s probably just me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I also read &lt;b style=""&gt;Vampire Diaries &lt;/b&gt;by L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;J. Smith. Hmm… this one’s okay I suppose, but again (Just my opinion) it’s only so-so… I love Damon though. And between him and the main character’s love interest, Stefan, I would go choose Damon. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Next stop… Oh right &lt;b style=""&gt;Vampire Academy Series &lt;/b&gt;by Richelle Mead. This is also AWESOME. Great plot, good characters, again one of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/Sggxf06rmJI/AAAAAAAAAaY/cl4rOGOkjAI/s1600-h/p2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/Sggxf06rmJI/AAAAAAAAAaY/cl4rOGOkjAI/s320/p2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334568181470828690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; the books you’ll have a hard time putting down once you’ve started reading. Although it’s not that descriptive when it comes to action scenes, but overall it’s really good. I just finished reading the third book last night, and I’m well, argh… I won’t spoil anyone, but it’s really really really good. It’s got great romance by the way, and I don’t know about some, but personally I love the characters, esp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;ecially the main character, Rose, and Dimitri too… Actually, I think all the characters are lovable. I also love the relationships here… anyways, I think the Vampire Academy Series (Vampire Academy, Frostbite, Shadow Kiss) is also worth trying out, the fourth book, Blood Promise is coming on August 2009 if my sources are correct. I’m not sure. Btw, Richelle Mead seems to like Princess Diaries or Anne Hathaway since some characters seemed to be named after her and the character she portrayed in Princess Diaries, like Hathaway’s the main character’s family name (she’s Rosemarie Hathaway btw), also there’s this girl named Mia Rinaldi (I know it’s “Ri” not “Re” but still the resemblance Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldi is Anne Hathaway’s name in Princess Diaries, a.k.a. Princess Mia). :) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;And I’m currently reading &lt;b style=""&gt;Tattoo Faeries &lt;/b&gt;by Melissa Marr I’m in the middle of the third book (Fragile Eternity), and I’ll write more about this when I finish it. But, so far so good… :) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Anyway, these are the books I’ve read after Twilight. They’re not like Twilight, but some of them are in the same Fantasy/Romance genre. I’m still searching for great books, in the romance or fantasy/romance type, if you have any suggestions please tell, I’d love to read some more books. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-7396412045963532473?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7396412045963532473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=7396412045963532473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/7396412045963532473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/7396412045963532473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2009/05/books-after-twilight.html' title='Books After Twilight'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/Sggwhsm9q-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/b0CTMSbYpjA/s72-c/p1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-6177314567890710138</id><published>2009-05-06T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:14:03.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online shopping'/><title type='text'>A Better Online Shopping Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oftentimes finding exactly what you want when shopping online can be a hassle. There are a lot of websites allowing you to search through different shops, but apparently most of the results that these sites show would have something to do with placement fees. Thus, not exactly showing you the best place to buy the thing you want to purchase.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thankfully, now we have a &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Home+Accessories"&gt;shopping website&lt;/a&gt; that works like google and gets you the best place to buy the thing you wish to get. The results they show aren’t based on placement fees, so you get more choices, with possibly cheaper prices. That’s great value.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/garden+accents"&gt;ShopWiki&lt;/a&gt; gets you everything you need: from &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/garden+accents"&gt;Garden Hoses&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/garden+accents"&gt;Garden Accents&lt;/a&gt;, to &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Furniture"&gt;Furniture&lt;/a&gt;, to bestselling books like the &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/search?q=Twilight_saga&amp;amp;sb=1"&gt;Twilight saga&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/search?q=shopaholic_series&amp;amp;sb=1"&gt;Shopaholic series&lt;/a&gt;, and other things that you would possibly want to buy. They give you more search results, and more choices. Shopping online has never been this easy, and convenient, so go online shopping at &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Home+and+Garden"&gt;ShopWiki&lt;/a&gt; now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-6177314567890710138?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6177314567890710138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=6177314567890710138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/6177314567890710138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/6177314567890710138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2009/05/better-online-shopping-experience.html' title='A Better Online Shopping Experience'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-7012259600545035436</id><published>2009-04-14T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:39:32.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopaholic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Loving Shopaholic, Luke Brandon, and Becky Bloom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SeU6rLowIrI/AAAAAAAAAaI/S5kFpxhVjbI/s1600-h/cos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SeU6rLowIrI/AAAAAAAAAaI/S5kFpxhVjbI/s320/cos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324726647967982258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recently I’ve finished reading five of Sophie Kinsella’s Books: The Shopaholic series, and I’m totally in love with Luke Brandon.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All righty, before I go on talking endlessly about Luke, let me first give a brief overview of the Shopaholic series by Sophie Kinsella (sorry for erm… bothering with the intro, I know a lot probably have read it already and have no need for brief “What’s it about” stuffs, but I just feel that it’s nice to have a proper overview. Haha, I’m already starting to type senseless stuffs, so before this goes on any longer, thus wasting space and inserting more blabbers, I’ll go on with the post).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Shopaholic series consists of five books (I’m not sure if there’s going to be another following (but I’m so hoping that there’ll be another one, I just can’t get enough of Becky and Luke)), namely: Confessions of a Shopaholic, Shopaholic takes Manhattan, Shopaholic Ties Knot, Shopaholic and Sister, and Shopaholic and Baby, all of which are great to read. It follows the life of Rebecca Bloomwood (or Becky, she carries the &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Brandon&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; name on the third book as she married Luke), 26 and a financial journalist at the start of the story, a certified shopaholic, as she goes through different things: from overspending to avoiding and paying debts, to various problems and catastrophes, to fixing everything up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think it is one of the most entertaining materials I’ve ever read. I recall laughing a lot at Becky’s thoughts, her different (and oftentimes, if not all the time funny) excusing to buying the most expensive, and sometimes the most absurd things, her entertaining lies, her brilliant ideas (which saved a lot of characters in the book, not excluding her husband, Luke Brandon), her fashion sense, and most importantly, the way she sorts her problems out, and fixes things back to the way they should be (well, almost).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The series contains a lot of entertaining and funny events, heartwarming moments, great characters and wonderful story—The relationships of the characters are really nice: Like her relationship with her best friend Suze (who I so adore), her parents, her other friends (like Danny-&gt; Haha, love him!), her sister/half-sister Jess, and of course the love of her life, Luke Brandon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What I love about their love life is that they’re so made for each other. Like for instance Becky’s this shopaholic, she spends a lot, and Luke’s sort of a workaholic. It matches, balances things up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aside from that I absolutely love how Luke treats her. He loves her so much, and she loves her back of course. And what’s more is that it’s realistic, like they have some quirks sometimes, and they don’t have an infinite amount of money since Luke sometimes asks Becky to take it easy, not to spend so much on unnecessary stuffs, Luke’s not all perfect as he gets irritated or loses his temper on some occasions… what happens in the book happens in real life situations.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Luke and Becky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the story, in their wedding’s reception, Luke said that the first time he met Becky was during one of those press conferences, and he noticed her first when she asked why they don’t put colorful covers on checkbooks or something. Ever since that time, he went on inviting her to various conferences, including those irrelevant to Becky’s occupation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It seems that he’s been fond of her (and eventually fell for her) after that. I suppose Sacha, his girlfriend during that time probably already knew of it, because from what I’ve read (I’m speculating by the way, or simply my imagination gone wild, forgive me if I go too far) Luke bought luggage (where he asked for Becky’s opinion) as gifts for the Sacha girl, but like what Becky said (or thought), Who gives luggage as gifts? Unless he’s expecting her to move out, plus, when Becky asked him (angry at the moment) if he’s telling Sacha that She (Becky) was the one who picked out the items, Luke answered him with “I’m sure she’ll be amused”. Becky thought that Luke was taking her for a joke at that moment, but I think what Luke really meant was that Sacha already knew that he likes Becky, and knowing that the girl Luke likes was the one picking out her gifts, she’ll get really furious.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, on the second book, Luke was going to open an office in London and when Becky was thinking that Luke is going to leave him, he asks her, telling her that “and I’m hoping that you’ll come with me”. So so sweet. Also, in the second book after everything’s all messed up, Luke’s company’s having a crisis, and the thing about Becky’s debts spread in the papers, when Becky announced that she’s going out of the country on telly, Luke followed her to the airport stepping out of his very important meeting. He bought her a drink and made her some offers hoping that she wouldn’t leave him, then he said, “Ok, I’m lying I don’t just need someone like you, I need you” (I was like ah… sooooo sweeet… I love Luke). But no worries… the two of them still gets together after two months, in New York, where Luke went to Barneys (I totally LOVE that scene). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well there are a lot of times wherein their love for each other’s shown or tested (but they always get to fix it with the both of them) I’d love to put in more on this part since there are so much MORE but I have e-mail someone and so I’ll probably make this post shorter (than what I really intended. Seriously, if you’re talking Luke and Becky, there’s so much nice things to say).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Luke Brandon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even if I don’t elaborate, it’s quite clear that Luke Brandon’s a lovable character. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm… well he’s not perfect, he’s no Edward Cullen (I actually love Edward Cullen too, well who doesn’t? -&gt; I even found a discussion in Sophie Kinsella’s blog about who you like best Edward Cullen or Luke Brandon, I believe it was titled Luke Brandon vs. Edward Cullen or something) but probably that’s what makes him so irresistibly charming. He’s not perfect, he makes mistakes, but he’s so sure about his love for Becky, he treats her so well, and even though he gets so furious at times, there was never a time where he showed violence, he just says some bad words (again, realistic), but he never hurt Becky.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All right, I’ve checked the clock, I do have to make the e-mail now, so I’ll post this first and just make a follow up maybe later (hmm… my “later” sometimes takes forever anyways)… I love Shopaholic, I love Becky Bloom and I love and I mean LOVE Luke Brandon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now I have a new goal, it’s even more realistic than the first one:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Go to Forks, become Bella      Swan, marry Edward Cullen, become a vampire.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And now I’m finally accepting the fact that I’ll never be a vampire, so here’s my new goal (NOTE: I’ve accepted the fact, but I’m not giving up on it… haha!):&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms;" start="2" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Go to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;,      become Becky Bloom (I could perhaps minus the debt), marry Luke Brandon      and have a happy life with him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’ll stop here… ~ja ne!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-7012259600545035436?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7012259600545035436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=7012259600545035436' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/7012259600545035436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/7012259600545035436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2009/04/loving-shopaholic-luke-brandon-and.html' title='Loving Shopaholic, Luke Brandon, and Becky Bloom.'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SeU6rLowIrI/AAAAAAAAAaI/S5kFpxhVjbI/s72-c/cos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-1559107394845555009</id><published>2009-04-09T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T06:55:45.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Two Months of Summer - Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha… it’s been a while since I posted any stories, made a lot of them lately but some of those are still on my notebook (yup, these past few weeks I’ve been enjoying writing on paper with a pencil haha). Anyways, I’ve been checking on some of the stories I’ve typed, and here’s one which I think is all right (NOTE the “I”… I’m not really sure how others would find it, so to be safe I’ll emphasize that the one saying that this story is all right is ME—just MY opinion… haha… I don’t want anyone getting mad at me or anything.). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm… well, I’m not really sure if anyone else, aside from the few people I forced, would bother reading this one, but if in any case someone does, like you for example, yes you… I’d like to thank you in advance ^__^.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, and btw, I can’t guarantee that you’ll like this little drabble of mine, so READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another anyways, I know not many read my stories, but (you know, we got to do what we have to do)&lt;span style=""&gt;à&lt;/span&gt;need to type the copyright thing down, just in case (me not bragging really… it’s a just in case matter).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;© 2009 Pipan P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Two Months of Summer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Chapter 1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;By Pipan P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“A summer vacation unlike any other” this phrase, which is oftentimes used by dreamy girls hoping for a love-filled summer, had been one of my targets for the two month vacation from school—a fun-filled summer with my high school friends, including my long-time crush Jake Michaels, who had recently turned available after his breakup with Elena Russell—a girl I’m not really fond of. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;For a couple of weeks before the said vacation, I had made the effort to think of good plans for the group outing which my friends and myself had arranged for the free-from-school-months in a private beach resort owned by Cerise Lerouch’s—my ever loving best friend—family. Among the number of ideas I’ve thought of is walking on the shore while the sun is rising with Jake, exploring the nearby cave with Jake, storytelling by the bonfire with Jake by my side, and stargazing with Jake, and all these would eventually lead to me and Jake going out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Apparently all my plans will have to remain as they are—good old plans, as my parents decided to ground me for the whole two months of summer vacation for coming home drunk after driving one Saturday night.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“You’re not allowed to drink alcoholic beverages, I’ve told you that many times already. What’s worse is that you drove your car home in that condition. Do you know how dangerous that is!?” was my mom’s speech after a few minutes of stepping inside the house premises.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It wasn’t really that big of a deal. Aside from the fact that I’m turning eighteen on the next month, I came home perfectly fine, well aside from being drunk and all. I arrived home without any injuries. Heck they should be glad that I came home at all, instead of sleeping out in the bar. The car did not even have a single scratch, aside from the two old scratches, one from the first run—It took me a while to finally master turning to a curve without hitting anything—and another from one of my other driving-while-drunk moments—wherein I wasn’t caught. So the punishment I’m given for that one night is totally uncalled for. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I don’t think I deserve to be grounded. I don’t think its right for me to miss the outing my friends and I had organized, to miss my chance to go out with Jake, and to be sent to an isolated place that cannot be in any way associated with the word summer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“You will be staying with Marie” the very words my mom had ordered after announcing that I’m grounded for the next two months.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Marie is a nice person. She’s a good friend of the family, a daughter of the head of the Crane Industries—a good business partner of my own family’s company—and had often helped me in some of my school works. She’s a pretty lady, twenty five years of age, who is by no doubt kind and very intelligent. I wouldn’t have any objection to staying with her if it wasn’t for the phrase added to the order afterwards during our conversation. “You’ll help her with her chores in her farm.” She had said with the most emphasis on the last word.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Farms are not my thing. I consider myself as an outgoing, and city-loving girl. I love going to malls—shopping, I fancy eating in Italian restaurants with my friends, I love hanging out in bars, and I always update myself with the latest trends in the fashion industry. A farm doesn’t have any of that, and so it doesn’t really fit in the type of lifestyle I live.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Unlike me apparently, Marie adores the farm lifestyle. Contrary to being a daughter of a rich family, she prefers the simple type of living. Not too much grandeur, and in the countryside as much as possible. She’s got weird taste.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I observed the wide field covered in corn. Corn, corn, and more corn, I don’t even like to eat corn. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Leanne, be good okay?” my mom reminded me. I leaned by the glass window on the backseat of the family car and nodded weakly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Behave yourself. Don’t cause Marie any trouble” my father added.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I had attempted a compromise with the decided arrangement, but none of the things I’ve suggested had worked. They’ll have it their way, and nothing I say is going to change it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I stared at the wide corn field, sighing as the only thing in the place I’ve figured was corn, and a pale yellow house which I supposed was Marie’s on the far end of the curvy, non-cemented road.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;As we drew closer to the residence, I’ve noticed that there’s a barn near the yellow structure. The joy! It seems that I don’t only have to water corns I also have to take care of some animals. If they were dogs or cats I’ll be fine, but I have never took care of pigs or cows or chickens. They’re really going to make me regret getting drunk.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We stopped by the house, and were almost instantly greeted by Marie who stepped out of her house the moment we stopped. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;!” she beamed, her waist-length red hair flowing behind like silk, when my mother stepped down the car. The two of them hugged each other, before my father came out and also gave his greetings.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;They were cheerfully talking outside, when I caught her stare at the direction of the car, and since I’m the only person inside, I reckoned she was probably looking for me. I sighed before opening the door and then jumped down, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Hi Marie” I said with less enthusiasm than I would have if it was a normal, and wholehearted visit, closing the door of the car behind. Outside the car, I could have a better view of the house I’ll be staying in for a few weeks. Amidst the place it’s constructed on, the house is pretty nice, two stories high, with a beautiful porch, and glass walls on the left side. It looks modern, much like how houses in my neighborhood are constructed, minus the gates, the pool, and the garden—unless she considers the field her backyard.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Leanne, it’s so nice to see you” she smiled, and ran to hug me too. I gave a stiff smile, and returned the gesture with a hesitant tap on the back, “I’m so glad you decided to stay with me for the summer.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I did not decide to stay, I was forced to stay. How I wanted to blurt the words out, but it’s difficult to act all sour and grumpy in front of Marie. She’s just too kind.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Yeah” I replied,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“We’re going to have fun” she gleamed, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I simply nodded. I’m not sure I would, though.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My parents gave me last minute reminders, before heading off to the airport where they’ll board their plane to their business trip destination.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Marie helped me carry my things inside. Everything in the house’s interior seemed normal. No hanging baskets, haystacks, or things I’ve expected, coming from movies in farmland setting. There’s even a flat screen television in the sitting room, complete with DVD player, and piles of DVD’s, neatly stocked on elegant racks beside, and under the television.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This isn’t so bad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Would you like to see your room? Or do you want to have some tea first?” she politely asked,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Er… I’d love to see my room” I’m not really in the mood for tea. I hate tea.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And with that she led me upstairs, still lending me a hand with my baggage, and explained to me various places—not many I might say—just the first door as her room, a bathroom, the door on the side of the corridor, until we reached the second of the two rooms on the top floor. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I dropped my gym bag on the floor after entering the place. It’s a neat room, smaller than my own room in my own house, but clean and decent. There’s a queen-sized bed on the side parallel to the huge glass window with long refreshing white morning curtains slid on the side, allowing the sunlight to penetrate the room. There’s a study table opposite to the bed fully equipped with a good looking computer and printer, and a bookshelf filled with seemingly educational books, none of which I would fancy reading, on the left side. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The place didn’t look much like a guest room. Considering the number of books, and school stuff inside, a nerd must own it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“This is my brother’s room” she explained, as if she just heard my speculations. I was right after all, it wasn’t a guest room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“I didn’t know you had a brother” I commented. I’ve attended a couple of the parties hosted by the Crane’s, since they were introduced to me by my parents about two years ago when the business partner thing had fluttered, and not once did the mysterious brother appear. Come to think of it, I haven’t even seen any of his pictures, or heard his parents speak of him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Yeah, you haven’t met him yet. He doesn’t like attending parties or social gatherings.” She stared away for a moment, “His name’s Lionel.” She continued, “He usually comes here with me during vacation, but currently he’s fixing some of his papers in preparation for College. So you’re free to use his room, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Which university is he attending?” The main reason why he doesn’t attend the parties is probably because he’s far too busy reading his books and getting top grades in his class.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“He’s still undecided. He’s been accepted in a number of schools, some of which were offering him scholarships. He’s still weighing his options at the moment.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Definitely a brainiac, and he doesn’t even need the scholarships. What with the Crane’s money and all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“So is this all right for you?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Hmm… the room’s nice”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“I’m glad you like it” she smiled again, “I’ll leave you to settle, if you need anything I’ll just be downstairs.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Okay, thanks Marie”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“No problem.” And she closed the door behind, leaving me to wander my eyes around the room. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I noticed the computer, and wondered if the place had internet connection. Interpreting the words, “he wouldn’t mind” as “you may use the things inside”, I turned the computer on, only to find out that Marie’s brother, a.k.a. Lionel, had set a password on. I tried out some keys in an attempt to use the machine, typing in some silly hunches like “lionel”, “Crane”, “marie”, “nerd”, “password”, and other various combinations, none of which had worked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;After a few minutes of unsuccessful attempts, I decided to give up and turn off his computer. Browsing through the things on the table, I found a picture frame faced down. It was almost unnoticeable as the color of the back of the frame is about the same with the table. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Curious, I checked it out and found a photo of a guy and a girl on some living room. The girl had shoulder-length blond hair, and light blue eyes. She wore a plain pink shirt, and was leaning cheerfully on the guy’s shoulder. I think she’s pretty, and I suppose she’d look a lot better if she gets a new hair style, her straight all over do is totally off. The guy, on the other hand had beautiful black hair, even though it seemed unkempt in the photo. He had a handsome face that would probably earn some contracts for commercial ads, possibly even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hollywood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; if he could act.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;After staring at the photo, a sudden insight had come to me. I looked at the guy’s face again. Could he be Marie’s brother? He doesn’t look like a nerd, and he doesn’t look anything like Marie. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I gave up on the thought. I’d just ask her, it’ll be a lot easier, and a lot more precise. I left the picture standing before standing up and leaving the computer desk.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I opened my bag for no particular reason, and found my bag of toiletries on top. I realized that I wanted to take a bath. I saw a door. Marie hadn’t told me where it led, so I walked towards it to check it out, only to find out that it’s a closet with guy’s t-shirt and jeans hanging on some rack. There weren’t many of them, proof that the person Lionel doesn’t really come often to the place. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I sighed before turning back. I didn’t have my own bathroom. I went back to my bag and pulled out my towel, and my bag of toiletries. As much as I’d love to whine, I know that it won’t get me anywhere, only possibly a wretched image. Not wanting any of that, I kept my mouth shut and walked towards the bathroom to take a refreshing shower.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Over dinner, Marie had made some nice stew. It amazes me how she could cook, clean or do things that the usual rich heiress’ couldn’t.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She didn’t make me help cleaning up. Either she’s a very generous host, or she’s afraid that I might break them. Having nothing to do, I went back to my borrowed room. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I climbed the bed, and picked my cell phone from the top of the pillow, where I left it earlier. I searched for my best friend’s number, browsing from Camille, Catherine, Carter, and then finally to Cerise. I pressed the call button, and waited for her to answer. She must be having a lot of fun as the she decided to get her phone after five rings.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Leanne!” her sweet voice answered enthusiastically, and I can hear the beat of the music on the background, “Argh, you are missing the best summer ever” she said as if accusing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Perfect. What a nice way to greet, like I’m not there by my own choice. “Hi Cerise” I impassively spoke,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Oh” she slowed down, it seems that she remembered I wasn’t here on my own accord. “Hi, sorry I’m just too overwhelmed. I miss you already, we miss you.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Yeah, me too”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Isn’t there really any way you could sneak out from that miserable farm, and head here? Leanne, we’re having a blast… and guess who’s been asking where you are earlier.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Harry Grayson?” I speculated, rolling my eyes at the memory of the extremely persistent suitor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“No”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Don’t tell me it’s Cynthia, I already explained to her why I’m here right now.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“No silly, can’t you make a decent guess?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Gregory?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I heard her chuckle, “It’s Jake Michaels” she laughed, “He’s been asking people earlier about your whereabouts, or if you’re coming”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“No!” I almost screamed, “He did not!?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“He did sweetheart”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Oh. My. Gosh. I should have been there” the punishment to me had never been that difficult to bear until that fact had been revealed. I’m so frustrated, I wanted to cry. My long time crush was asking where I was, and here I am unable to come there. I could perhaps sneak out if I had brought my car with me, but that’s not the case. If only the place was closer to civilization, where there’d be taxis waiting… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I let myself drop on the bed. There’d be no way Marie’s lending me her car. Not when she uses it to go to town to get us some supplies, not to mention my mother asking her not to let me drive. Why must I be grounded now?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Leanne?” Cerise had broken my flowing thoughts. She seemed worried about my lack of response to her news.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Er… yeah, still here” I answered weakly, “Oh Reese, I’m so, so angry at myself for being grounded at the wrong time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Don’t be too hard on yourself. Hey, I have an idea, how about, you tell me where you are so I can get my car and pick you up. Since we’re in the same state at the moment, I don’t think it’s that far from where we are.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A light flame of hope started to come to me, “Really?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“You know I’d do anything to get you here”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Well, I’m not very good with directions, but it’s a long drive from a town called Little Hanks”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Little what?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Hanks, Little Hanks? Have you ever heard of it?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“From which part of the state is that place?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I sighed. she doesn’t know where to find it. Well, Cerise isn’t better at navigating and following maps than I was. I guess having her pick me up is a pretty bad idea, worst case—she could get lost, and I’d hate for my best friend to get in trouble because of me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Oh never mind” I told her as lightly as I could, “Maybe I’d take my chances at the start of the new semester”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Come on, you could take your chances now. Leanne, Jake is here, looking for you. It’s the perfect chance.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Maybe another time” I would want it to be now, but it’s impossible.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Fine” she muttered, “I’ll just keep girls away from him then. You really won’t come?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;As much as it tempts me, “No Reese”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I heard her yelp, but before I could ask she took a deep breath and told me that it was only her boyfriend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Hi Leanne” he greeted blending with the background,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“He said he wanted to dance”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Then I’ll call you another time” I spoke, deeply wishing that I was there with them,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“All right, love you”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Love you too, have fun”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Ok” and I ended the call.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I threw the phone on the side of the bed and closed my eyes. I’m grounded, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I cannot bother my friend and possibly put her in danger for my selfish reasons. I sighed, it’s probably better. This way I could probably ease up my bad record, maybe my parents would think I’ve learned my lesson, and would let me off the hook in one or two weeks. I shook my head, like that would happen. They’re word is law.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Giving up on going to the Lerouch’s private beach resort, I tried to think of pleasant things, unfortunately, all things pleasant always led me to the private beach resort, the parties they are and will be having, and Jake Michaels. The thoughts just made me feel more uneasy, and I shifted from one position to the other, until I finally drifted to sleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I woke up in the morning with the bright sunlight on my face. I felt its warmth on my back. Refusing to rise, I snuggled my long pillow, breathing in the scent of a light perfume which as I immediately recognized was for men. I remembered that I was borrowing the room of Marie’s brother for the time being. The pillows must not have been changed since her brother left for school. I tried to hug the pillow closer, but I found something really strange. It was warm, and it didn’t feel like a pillow at all. A little second of comprehension had made me open up my eyes, and I was greeted by the sight of a blue cloth with buttons. Later on did I realize that the pillow, or so I thought, was rising gently, like the chest of a breathing person. Oh no! I quickly sat up, ignoring the dizziness it had resulted, and backed up a few spaces, only to find a man sleeping on the bed. Shocked, and disoriented, I screamed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The man staggered when he heard my loud shout and also backed a few spaces from me, surprise visible on his features as he stared at me. I stopped screaming that instant and returned the stare with a little extra—I glared at him, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Who are you and what are you doing here!?” I blinked as he took the words right out of my mouth,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Excuse me!?” I was supposed to be the one saying those. How dare him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“What are you doing here!?” he repeated, and the door suddenly opened, revealing an anxious Marie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I was about to run towards her, when the guy spoke again, “W-Marie, do you know this woman?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Confusion seemed to mirror in my eyes as Marie walked towards me, and then gave me a light embrace, “I’m sorry Leanne, I… I wasn’t expecting—“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She turned to look at the guy, “I thought you were staying in your dormitory for the summer?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The man ran a hair on his black hair, only then did I recognize his face. He was the person on the picture I’ve seen on the desk yesterday. He looks almost the same, except that his hair was a little longer back then. I tried to arrange the things in my still woozy head. The guy’s on the picture, he’s in the room, he asked me what I was doing here, and Marie knows him. I almost sighed. He’s the brother.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Well, I didn’t know you were coming” Marie was explaining as I figured what the whole thing was about. I saw her brother scoff and stare at the window, an annoyed expression playing on his features.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Leanne, this is my brother Lionel” she introduced, “Lionel, Leanne. She’s staying here for the summer”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The two of us kept quiet, not even bothering to say hi. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Aren’t you going to greet each other?” Marie suggested,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Er… hi?” I broke, trying to be nice. I’m the extra person here, better act good.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He cleared his throat, “Nice to meet you” he spoke unconvincingly, I was so sure he didn’t mean it, before standing up and then going out of the room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Sorry about that” Marie smiled, “He’s just surprised, he didn’t know you’ll be coming. He probably arrived last night or early this morning, too tired to turn the lights on and all… he wasn’t expecting anyone.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“It’s all right” With her sincere apology, how can I not lie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I went downstairs for breakfast a few moments after Marie had left me for my morning routine, and found Lionel inside the kitchen, helping himself to some pancakes. He didn’t look like he noticed me, or he simply ignored my presence as he did not look up the moment I stepped inside.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;© 2009 Pipan P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-1559107394845555009?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1559107394845555009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=1559107394845555009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/1559107394845555009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/1559107394845555009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-months-of-summer-chapter-1.html' title='Two Months of Summer - Chapter 1'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-6090038912155549391</id><published>2009-02-23T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:47:51.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Robert Pattinson at the Oscars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SaJjYFEyBnI/AAAAAAAAAZw/zDJgAiHrehU/s1600-h/rp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SaJjYFEyBnI/AAAAAAAAAZw/zDJgAiHrehU/s200/rp3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305912576326108786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SaJjQodylxI/AAAAAAAAAZo/1DjbZ6F4N34/s1600-h/rp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SaJjQodylxI/AAAAAAAAAZo/1DjbZ6F4N34/s200/rp2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305912448387290898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok... I've been watching the Academy Awards earlier, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I enjoyed watching it very much (heehee). The first reason is of course, be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ause like everyone else, I'm also interested in who gets an Oscar. Sec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ond, Hugh Jackman is the host (haha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just love him) and he sung and danced quite well too, especially that number with Beyonce, and the stars of High School Musical and Mamm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SaJjIgd0rCI/AAAAAAAAAZg/waPYviVOLAk/s1600-h/rp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SaJjIgd0rCI/AAAAAAAAAZg/waPYviVOLAk/s200/rp1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305912308800990242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a Mia (?) -&gt;I'm not sure on this one, correct me if I'm w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rong. AND Robert Pattinson was there!! Kyaaaaa!! Ok... I lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ve him, and I'm so happy to se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e him present the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Montage of Love in 2008 with Mamma Mia star Amanda Siegfried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during the announcement of the nominees for best actor in a leading role, he was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; sitting behind Mickey Rourke. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ehem... Sorry, I was just happy to see him there... made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's the video, which was uploaded by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/xEdwardsMeteorx" onmousedown="urchinTracker('/Events/VideoWatch/ChannelNameLink');" class="hLink fn n contributor"&gt;xEdwardsMeteorx&lt;/a&gt; (Not by me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/erb6WNW6V6o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/erb6WNW6V6o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4948345456690797930-6090038912155549391?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6090038912155549391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=6090038912155549391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/6090038912155549391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/6090038912155549391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2009/02/robert-pattinson-on-oscars.html' title='Robert Pattinson at the Oscars'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SaJjYFEyBnI/AAAAAAAAAZw/zDJgAiHrehU/s72-c/rp3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-7336264792428174303</id><published>2009-02-19T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T02:54:06.429-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Listening to Lucky and Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SZ05lcFFmeI/AAAAAAAAAZY/-3E0A5p-52Y/s1600-h/jasonmraz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SZ05lcFFmeI/AAAAAAAAAZY/-3E0A5p-52Y/s200/jasonmraz1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304459251467786722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e past few days I've been listening to Jason Mraz' Lucky featuring Colbie Caillat. I heard it first on the radio (My sister listens to the radio often, I don't though, just occasionally, when I'm not too lazy to turn it on, but that time I was, since she was listening, and... well you get the picture)... Jason Mraz has this beautiful voice, and you know it's difficult not to recognize it, so I assumed that it was his song, and I was right (lucky!), then saw the video on MYX... he's awesome, I just love Jason Mraz!!! I love listening to his voice. The song's a little short though, but it's very very very nice, I just wish that it could last a little longer. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Erm... I'm also writing this new story. Hmm, well I've written the draft on my notebook and had some of my friends read it, it's called Fixing Prejudice, haha. Then I started typing it on my computer, and I seemed (understatement) to have changed some (understatement again) of things I've written on the draft. Well, the story had turned out quite differently than what I first intended, but I'm not sure if they'll like it. I'll still have them read the modified version though, and ask for their opinions, if the first one's a little more preferable than the new one, or if they think the new one's better. :) I've also started writing this GH fanfiction featuring (NaruxMai), I'm a little anxious of this one, I'm a major NaruxMai fan, and I know how it feels reading a fanfic with OOC NaruxMai... haha, I hope nobody gets mad at me. I already posted it on fanfiction.net - read it &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4867004/1/Doing_Him_a_Favor"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; if you only want to of course :).&lt;br /&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/4948345456690797930-7336264792428174303?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7336264792428174303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=7336264792428174303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/7336264792428174303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/7336264792428174303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2009/02/listening-to-lucky-and-writing.html' title='Listening to Lucky and Writing'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SZ05lcFFmeI/AAAAAAAAAZY/-3E0A5p-52Y/s72-c/jasonmraz1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-7070164100803248141</id><published>2009-02-17T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:47:34.995-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift ideas'/><title type='text'>Book Bouquet Gift Items</title><content type='html'>Ran out of gift ideas for special occasions? Wondering what to give your close friend, your family, y&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SZurx9dn9FI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/tDO6I7J7cZQ/s1600-h/bb-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SZurx9dn9FI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/tDO6I7J7cZQ/s200/bb-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304021860959646802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our special someone? Personally, I think books or novels are always great gift ideas. It's difficult to resist a good book,  and while were talking of books as gifts, this new gift innovation I've found just recently got me really interested. It's called &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.bookbouquet.com/"&gt;Book B&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.bookbouquet.com/"&gt;ouquet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookbouquet.com/"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookbouquet.com/forpeopwholo.html"&gt;Book Gift Baskets&lt;/a&gt; is a new, fun, and cute gift you could give to your loved ones. It's a gift basket &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SZurfhpa-EI/AAAAAAAAAZI/bOoZ7sAb-5M/s1600-h/bb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SZurfhpa-EI/AAAAAAAAAZI/bOoZ7sAb-5M/s200/bb3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304021544255289410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;containing not only books, but also gourmet food and gift items all in one cute package for different occasions. They have &lt;a href="http://www.bookbouquet.com/birthdaygifts.html"&gt;birthday gifts&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.bookbouquet.com/fadaygi.html"&gt;holiday gifts&lt;/a&gt;. There are also book bouquets for &lt;a href="http://www.bookbouquet.com/kidsgifts1.html"&gt;Children's gifts&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.bookbouquet.com/babygifts.html"&gt;Baby gifts&lt;/a&gt;. It will surely put a smile on your loved ones' faces.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;Book Bouquet also offers Free UPS Ground Shipping :) Check out &lt;a href="http://www.bookbouquet.com/"&gt;Book Bouquet &lt;/a&gt;for more information.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-7070164100803248141?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7070164100803248141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=7070164100803248141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/7070164100803248141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/7070164100803248141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2009/02/book-bouquet-gift-items.html' title='Book Bouquet Gift Items'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SZurx9dn9FI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/tDO6I7J7cZQ/s72-c/bb-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-5344108466019686547</id><published>2009-02-01T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:42:40.421-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Haha, editing in GIMP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb255/pipan_rukawa/shirota2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 150px;" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb255/pipan_rukawa/shirota2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha, nothing really... I was just playing with GIMP... and here it is... my first GIMP gif... &lt;/span&gt;I know it's not much... but I'm just glad I was able to make a GIF image with GIMP. haha... And yes, the first pic's got to be Shirota's because... I love him sooooo much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished Avatar Fire! and It's very very very very very nice... :) I love Zuko and Mei. And I totally adore Tof (Did I get the spelling right?)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... All hail Fire Lord Zuko!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-5344108466019686547?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5344108466019686547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=5344108466019686547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/5344108466019686547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/5344108466019686547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2009/02/haha-editing-in-gimp.html' title='Haha, editing in GIMP'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-2150234843219049290</id><published>2009-01-25T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:15:26.931-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Movie Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah... it's been a while since I've written anything about myself... haha... :) Nothing much to say... but just two days ago I finished watching Star Wars Episodes 1 to 3. and the day before that I also finished the Lord of the Rings trilogy. I'm actually proud of myself right now. Well, for one thing, I don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SX5epzY-mlI/AAAAAAAAAYo/4N1CX24UanA/s1600-h/lotr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SX5epzY-mlI/AAAAAAAAAYo/4N1CX24UanA/s200/lotr2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295774284096903762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;watch a lot of movies. Ok, I'm a little lazy when it comes to watching movies, believe it or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, only a few m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ovies catch my attention (I don't know why that is... probably a glitch in my s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ystem). The only movie I'd surely, and I swore to watch on the big screen is Harry Potter, I've never missed one of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s releases, and I do not plan to... I'm an HP addict, from the books to the movies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really appreciated Star Wars and LOTR before. Well, one of the reasons might have been because I haven't seen their first movies, like The Phantom Menace, for Star Wars or The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SX5eyGupXEI/AAAAAAAAAYw/whqgdRfV4Sg/s1600-h/lotr1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SX5eyGupXEI/AAAAAAAAAYw/whqgdRfV4Sg/s320/lotr1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295774426727013442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fellowship of the ring for LOTR, when they were released on the cinemas before. And watching their sequels: Two Towers (Only the parts with Legolas, coz I love Orlando Bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;), and Clone War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s without seeing the first movies did not help in making me appreciate (like I said, a glitch in my system... I have/want to watch from the beginning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one time, when my cousin and myself were talking, we got to the topic of movies, then he mentioned Lord of the Rings, and then I asked him if it was nice. He said yes, and contrary to what other people are saying about watching HP and LOTR--which is "if you like HP, you would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;n't like LOTR", he told me that "if I like HP then I'll surely love LOTR too." He's my cousin, so I trusted him... So one time, when I was searching for HP movies (because I only had the Sorcerer's stone on CD-&gt;haha, yeah CD), I also searched for the Lord of the Rings, and while doing so, I stumbled into Star Wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rs... and then... dandandandan *** Movie marathon time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so happy I watched the movies, they're great!! And now they're part of my  favorite movies lis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SX5fHO1eSnI/AAAAAAAAAZA/2i5ffzOiD0Y/s1600-h/sw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SX5fHO1eSnI/AAAAAAAAAZA/2i5ffzOiD0Y/s200/sw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295774789680384626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;t. Watching them made me see some of the er... little negatives of the twilight movie--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;don&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;t get me wrong, I think the Twilight movie's fine, and I like Robert Pattinson *hearts* , but the eff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ects, the changes in the storyline, the lack of background music, gets so visible after watching the said movies (SW, LOTR, I watched HP again, and I'm still awed by the greatness of it.  My favorite so far is the 4th Movie: Goblet of Fire, I can't wait for the 6th Movie *wide grin* I've been waiting for it since last year... 5 more months to go or is it 6?~). Back to twilight: I like the books better--&gt;Well I suppose in most cases, the books are always better than the movies (I'm so IN LOVE with Edward Cullen!! I keep wishing that I'm Bella each time I read the books--&gt; I've read the books quite a few times already, and still I want to read them again, and again, and again...). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm getting off the topic, sorry can't help it... :) I started off with Star Wars and Lord of the Rings, and I went to Harry Potter, and then Twilight, and then books.. Gosh, I'm getting lost on this post... haha, I think I better stop now... I'll try to arrange my thoughts, and hopefully post something decent later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/4948345456690797930-2150234843219049290?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2150234843219049290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=2150234843219049290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/2150234843219049290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/2150234843219049290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2009/01/movie-marathon.html' title='Movie Marathon'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SX5epzY-mlI/AAAAAAAAAYo/4N1CX24UanA/s72-c/lotr2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-160100360798305335</id><published>2009-01-12T19:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:24:41.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skin care'/><title type='text'>Remove Signs of Skin Aging</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all want to stay young, but aging is something that we cannot prevent. However, we can reduce the signs of skin aging through proper skin care, and the help of effective products to decrease if not eliminate the signs of aging skin, like &lt;a href="https://www.resurgence.com/murad-resurgence.asp"&gt;Murad Resurgence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.resurgence.com/"&gt;Resurgence&lt;/a&gt; is a product that would help reduce those visible signs of skin aging in three easy steps. Check out the &lt;a href="https://www.resurgence.com/murad-resurgence.asp"&gt;Resurgence Infomercial&lt;/a&gt; for more details, and see the simple ways to make your skin look younger.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  Stay beautiful and look young. Resurgence is truly a product worth trying out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-160100360798305335?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/160100360798305335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=160100360798305335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/160100360798305335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/160100360798305335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2009/01/remove-signs-of-skin-aging.html' title='Remove Signs of Skin Aging'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-12283754105980543</id><published>2009-01-12T18:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:35:30.771-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online shopping'/><title type='text'>Online Shopping Made Easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some people today prefer shopping in the convenience of their own homes. Given the busy schedule and other constraints like product unavailability in shops nearby, traditional shopping in times turn out to be a tedious task that others don’t find the time to do. Luckily, today we have the aid of the internet to help us. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shopping online is very common these days, and there are &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Car+Seats"&gt;shopping websites&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/"&gt;search engines&lt;/a&gt; made especially to make &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/"&gt;online shopping&lt;/a&gt; easier. Search for things you want to &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Car+Seats"&gt;purchase online&lt;/a&gt;, and get more, quick and relevant results in no time. Shop for stuffs in a breeze, no need to hover over limited results and shop choices. You get more options with lower prices! &lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All you have to do is to type in a query, like &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Car+Seats"&gt;car seats&lt;/a&gt;, click search, and voila! You get a list of items matching the category and the different shops selling it, and then only a few more clicks away to get yourself that item, very very very convenient. With the list of shop alternatives and the different price range, you’ll surely get more from your money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-12283754105980543?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/12283754105980543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=12283754105980543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/12283754105980543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/12283754105980543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2009/01/online-shopping-made-easy.html' title='Online Shopping Made Easy'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-5115563589677008896</id><published>2008-05-17T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:29:27.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Break Time!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally Summer Class is already over!!! haha, we just had our final exam early this morning and hmm... I'm not so sure if I did all right, I hope I did  *fingers crossed* I read my notes, and hmm... all righty enough of that, I just mentioned Break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I will be having an anime marathon. I'll be watching all the anime shows I've downloaded and already seen before and watch the anime's I haven't yet watched. ^_^ haha, it's really one of my favorite things to do and I'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;probably be writing and finishing some stories during the break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So far that's the plan I made (I'm definitely an anime addict for having no problems spending my time doing just that), and some baking or cooking if I feel like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I couldn't think of anything else to write, I'm way too preoccupied with my summer activities (ehem, activity gomen). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyways HAVE A FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN SUMMER EVERYONE!!! ^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Btw... SARS has already released until the fourth episode of Zettai Kareshi. Many thanks to Reich for the copy :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-5115563589677008896?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5115563589677008896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=5115563589677008896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/5115563589677008896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/5115563589677008896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/05/break-time.html' title='Break Time!!!!'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-3321681147101342615</id><published>2008-05-05T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T00:22:48.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Hmph...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My net at home is still down T.T and I don't know when it's coming back, I hope it'll come back soon though having no immediate access to the internet is hard and somehow I feel isolated from the world... haha the drama! anyways, hmm... I'm pretty serious... haha! I have already finished Pretend on ten chapters plus an epilogue but I cannot upload it. Why? Because the only means by which I transfer data or files from my computer to other computers is through e-mail and cd's or dvd's, but most i'net cafes don't have cd/dvd readers :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;. I no longer trust flash disks, especially flash disks that have been plugged from another computer (erm... computers which I think are infected.) due to some experience of my computer at home almost getting infected by worms... worms... very awful worms... good thing my virus scanner's updated at that time. We have a lot of worms on our school lab computers before, I think they've already fixed the problem now but still, I'm not very comfortable with using flash disks... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hope my internet connection comes back soon, I terribly miss it T.T I'll upload the other chapters when I get my net back. I'll still be constantly be hanging around the i'net cafe for the moment or moments... as I've said, until my net comes back to me... and I'll still be going on blog walking or strolling and browsing and checking on stuffs... until my net comes back to me... see the effect??? I hope I get it back soon... haha! Sorry for the awful drama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you around! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja ne! :) &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/4948345456690797930-3321681147101342615?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3321681147101342615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=3321681147101342615' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/3321681147101342615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/3321681147101342615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/05/hmph.html' title='Hmph...'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-5795036560414640943</id><published>2008-04-27T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T08:59:27.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Pretend Chapter 5 and 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've started typing these chaps last night, or the night before that... haha, hmm... Still no linkies or javascript codes for jumping chapters, I know I said I'll do it when I get the time. Actually, I had some time for it before, but I'm too lazy... :) I'll leave the codes for A Phone Call Away for now, and I'll try to add the links for the other stories later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I post this, I will read A Phone Call Away again and recall things. Ok, I've already started typing the events I've just recently planned, but I cannot say for sure when I'm going to finish it. An Idiot's guide to falling in love will be updated later, The starting lines for the next chapter have already been typed, just waiting for the continuation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's the 5th and 6th Chapter of Pretend, I hope you like it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/pipansfiction/pretend_05.htm"&gt;Pretend Chapter 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/pipansfiction/pretend_06.htm"&gt;Pretend Chapter 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/4948345456690797930-5795036560414640943?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5795036560414640943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=5795036560414640943' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/5795036560414640943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/5795036560414640943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/pretend-chapter-5-and-6.html' title='Pretend Chapter 5 and 6'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-8029983974145736600</id><published>2008-04-24T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T02:20:00.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zettai Kareshi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jdrama'/><title type='text'>Zettai Kareshi Live Action First Impressions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SBCl_hNofCI/AAAAAAAAAPs/vWjoxsKX1lk/s1600-h/zkchart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SBCl_hNofCI/AAAAAAAAAPs/vWjoxsKX1lk/s400/zkchart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192832881024072738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zettai Kareshi Chart from &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Zettai_Kareshi" target = "blank"&gt;wiki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I’ve just finished watching Zettai Kareshi Live action and *wait* KYAAAAAAAAAA! It’s really good!! It’ll surely be a part of my favorite Live Actions and JDrama series.      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I have mentioned before, I haven’t read the manga, so I cannot compare the live action with the original manga, but from what I saw (First Episode) it’s very very very very good.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;All righty, brief overview:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Riko is a girl who had a lot of unrequited love experiences since she was young. She gets rejected by every guy she falls in love with. One time, while having some coffee with the guy she likes, a full time worker in the company she’s working in, she was automatically rejected, not even given the chance to confess. Well what happened was, erm… because of the incident, she went to a certain restaurant where she seems to blurt out her heartaches, while she was drinking, a guy who was then known to be from a company called Kronos Heaven, told her that he can help her change her life.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;She was then brought to a place where she was asked to answer different questions regarding her “ideal boyfriend”. She participated and answered the questions given to her, thinking that Kronos Heaven is a matchmaking company. Actually, she insisted that she doesn’t need any help, left the building and assumed the event done and irrelevant. Little did she know that something that would really ch&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SBCm1xNofEI/AAAAAAAAAP8/pfNqXdif_KY/s1600-h/zk2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SBCm1xNofEI/AAAAAAAAAP8/pfNqXdif_KY/s200/zk2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192833813031976002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ange her life is coming her&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SBCnExNofFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Q62qjW9iZAY/s1600-h/zk3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SBCnExNofFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Q62qjW9iZAY/s200/zk3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192834070730013778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; way.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SBCmnBNofDI/AAAAAAAAAP0/E3XLp_Jc01k/s1600-h/zk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SBCmnBNofDI/AAAAAAAAAP0/E3XLp_Jc01k/s200/zk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192833559628905522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SBCnYRNofGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JpLLd0r3qLE/s1600-h/zk4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SBCnYRNofGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JpLLd0r3qLE/s200/zk4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192834405737462882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SBCnhhNofHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/cnkornRawSg/s1600-h/zk5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SBCnhhNofHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/cnkornRawSg/s200/zk5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192834564651252850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day, while she &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SBCnrBNofII/AAAAAAAAAQc/JjgjhooYwow/s1600-h/zk6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SBCnrBNofII/AAAAAAAAAQc/JjgjhooYwow/s200/zk6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192834727860010114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was preparing to go to work, a huge package arrived and when she opened it, she saw a guy. Just when she was getting freaked out, the guy from Kronos Heaven called her and explained things. She read the manual that came with the package and it said a kiss is needed for it to boot up. She did what the manual instructed but there wasn’t any effect… well that was until she came home after work. The robot lover wakes up and a lot of very interesting things happened.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll stop here, before I summarize the whole episode. Gomen, I’m extremely loving the series that I cannot help it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways, this is going to be a love triangle thingy… I tell you Soshi (a.k.a Nanba-senpai (haha I just love him) real name: Mizushima Hiro) plays his role really well (KYAAAA!!) see? I just love him… and Night (Tsuchiya of Gokusen 2… real name: Hayami Mokomichi) is just adorable, I mean really… They don’t call it Absolute Boyfriend for nothing, he’s well programmed haha! Riko’s ideal boyfriend.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve only seen the first episode, since only the first episode is subbed during this time, but I highly recommend it. Haha, if you love romance-comedy series that is… I personally love it! (I’ve said this so many times already… haha can’t help it). I’ll surely be waiting for the next subbed episodes and I’ll surely be watching this series. ^__^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;ja ne!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-8029983974145736600?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8029983974145736600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=8029983974145736600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/8029983974145736600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/8029983974145736600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/zettai-kareshi-live-action-first.html' title='Zettai Kareshi Live Action First Impressions'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SBCl_hNofCI/AAAAAAAAAPs/vWjoxsKX1lk/s72-c/zkchart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-2509265897163760729</id><published>2008-04-23T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T09:33:49.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zettai Kareshi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jdrama'/><title type='text'>Zettai Kareshi Live Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SA9iMBNoe_I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/NXFaye0ORF4/s1600-h/zk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SA9iMBNoe_I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/NXFaye0ORF4/s400/zk2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192476854005038066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Zettai Kareshi or Absolute Boyfriend is now adapted to a Live Action!! Yupz, actually, I’ve only ever read the synopsis of this well known manga series and I think it’s very very interesting, I’m not much of a manga reader, but I’ll probably be reading it after I finish reading Koukou Debut, Gakuen Alice and after I’m through watching the Live Action series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m not going to blurt out any comments regarding the show, as I haven’t seen the first episode yet. I’ve only made a quick glance, forward forward forward thingy, because it’s already late and the first episode runs for almost an hour or so... But I’m very excited to watch this. I suppose this is going to be another jdrama/live action I’ll surely be looking forward to. ^__^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;The three main characters are played by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hayami Mokomichi (Tsuchiya of Gokusen 2) as Tenjo      Night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aibu Saki as Izawa Riko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mizushima Hiro (Nanba-senpai of HanaKimi and Tendou or Kamen Rider Kabuto of Kamen Rider Kabuto) as Asamoto      Soshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-2509265897163760729?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2509265897163760729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=2509265897163760729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/2509265897163760729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/2509265897163760729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/zettai-kareshi-live-action.html' title='Zettai Kareshi Live Action'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SA9iMBNoe_I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/NXFaye0ORF4/s72-c/zk2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-523638412002949350</id><published>2008-04-22T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T08:45:30.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Pretend Chapter 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've said a while ago that "I'm currently working on the fourth chapter" Well, I've already finished it so I'll be posting it now. Haha, we don't have a lot of things to do so I'm taking the time updating stuffs. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already finished downloading some anime episodes on my "currently watching" list... It's already 11:31pm my time, I know it's still too early to sleep but I've been sleeping very late these past few weeks so I had to sleep early on the next days... hmm... I don't think that makes sense... anyway, I'm still trying to decide if I'm watching some of the episodes now, or if I'm going to save them for later. haha, I think I'll make up my mind after I post this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, as I've mentioned, the fourth Chapter of Pretend, I know I've said from one of my past posts that this Story is only going to have 5 chapters(?) or something, but it turns out that it's not possible to have the story completed in 5, well it is possible, but I'll have to cut a lot of parts, condense some parts and speed up the events more. That's not a very good idea (me thinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(I originally planned a short story, but I got too overwhelmed... gomen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;). I've already typed down the events I plan on making for the story so I wouldn't forget them (hopefully) I typed it on the document I'm editing the chapters on so I wouldn't have a hard time finding the file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've said too much... anyways, here's the fourth chapter of Pretend, I hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/pipansfiction/pretend_04.htm"&gt;Pretend Chapter 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/4948345456690797930-523638412002949350?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/523638412002949350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=523638412002949350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/523638412002949350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/523638412002949350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/pretend-chapter-4.html' title='Pretend Chapter 4'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-4060698031310301024</id><published>2008-04-22T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T06:00:45.312-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Pretend Chapter 2 and 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The second and third chapters are up. It's long been uploaded but I was still thinking whether to post it here or not. But since I feel it's already all right, here it is... haha, I'm currently working on the fourth chapter and hopefully it would turn out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Obaa-sama is a formal way of saying Grandmother (most of the people using it are the rich ones... as observed on most animes), Obaa-chan means the same only without being too formal.&lt;br /&gt;Onee-chan means older sister, Okaa-san means mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm using those terms on this chapter... :D&lt;/s&gt; Scratch that, I used it on the fourth chapter, not on the 2nd or 3rd, Gomenasai :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'll have to apologize, I'm too lazy to put javascript codes for jumping pages, I've only managed to put it on &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/pipansfiction/APCA_ch01.htm"&gt;A Phone Call Away&lt;/a&gt;, the other stories... well, I'll try to put some when I get the time, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/pipansfiction/pretend_02.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretend Chapter 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/pipansfiction/pretend_03.htm"&gt;Pretend Chapter 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like it, thanks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/4948345456690797930-4060698031310301024?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4060698031310301024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=4060698031310301024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/4060698031310301024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/4060698031310301024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/pretend-chapter-2-and-3.html' title='Pretend Chapter 2 and 3'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-7292531465582266728</id><published>2008-04-19T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T06:01:07.019-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Thank You!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SAnpJ3PWDrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/md9_t5nht7s/s1600-h/ty2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SAnpJ3PWDrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/md9_t5nht7s/s400/ty2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190936401177611954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was Devastated when I heard the news that our system did not make it. Yep, depressed and well a bit emotional, haha! Me NOT emo really, it’s just that, I felt terrible hearing the verdict given to our group last night that I had a hard time coping with myself. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I’m all right now, I feel very thankful and grateful for knowing such nice friends who listened to my rants, told me that everything’s going to be all right, not to loose hope… Guys, salamat jud kaayo so much! And sorry if medyo bitter ang akong mood earlier.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now when I recall the things I’ve been thinking and doing I realized the lameness of them. My friends and my family made me remember that worrying and sulking over things that had already happened will only bring me more problems. What’s done is done and what I should do now is to take the experience and the lessons with me, Pray to God for guidance and do better next time. diba? Sa akong group mates, who I’m sure felt the same way I did, I’m sure we’ll manage, haha! Kaya nato ni… bawi lng ta. :)&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Again, Salamat! ^__^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bwahaha, I’ll be watching all the anime episodes I haven’t seen yet for now, haha, Me loves ANIME, ANIME is good, vewy vewy good… :D Visit my other blog &lt;a href="http://anime-reflection.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sweet Reflections&lt;/a&gt;, if you have time, it’s about anime, lots and lots of anime… :)&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha, ja-ne~! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-7292531465582266728?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7292531465582266728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=7292531465582266728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/7292531465582266728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/7292531465582266728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!!'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SAnpJ3PWDrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/md9_t5nht7s/s72-c/ty2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-1418019506144045486</id><published>2008-04-17T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T08:59:47.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nodame Cantabile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jdrama'/><title type='text'>Nodame Cantabile Live Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SAcm8J7-AII/AAAAAAAAANo/sCL0vm_slPg/s1600-h/nodame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SAcm8J7-AII/AAAAAAAAANo/sCL0vm_slPg/s400/nodame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190159910469238914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nodame Cantabile Live Action is one of my favorite jdramas. It's also one of the best Live Action series I've seen. It's so much better than the anime (Personal Opinion), well the anime is still good, but the Live action is so much better. The plot revolves around classical music, much like &lt;a href="http://anime-reflection.blogspot.com/2007/12/guy-for-hino.html"&gt;La Corda d'Oro Primmo Passo&lt;/a&gt;, but the story's totally different. Nodame Cantabile's is a love-comedy series, well there is actually more comedy than romance, it's very very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brief overview. Nodame Cantabile is mainly about two music students who both study the piano. The guy, Chiaki Shinichi is an excellent piano player with a fear of riding aircrafts, or ships due to some horrible experiences when he was still very young. This prevents him from leaving the country and pursuing the thing he really wants to do, conduct. He wants to be a conductor like Vienna-sensei, a popular conductor. Well what happened was, while he was lying outside his apartment door, drunk, a certain girl, by the name Noda Megumi, Nodame for short recognized him and brought him inside her super messy, dumpster like apartment. He wakes up with the lovely sound of Nodame's piano skills and the terrible smell of her garbage-filled room. And that started it all. The serious Chiaki who thinks of everything around him in the country he was living in boring, found someone who turned his world upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very interesting drama, lots of laughs and really good music. The characters are all so lovable, and the story's really sweet. It's something worth watching (me thinks). :D&lt;br /&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/4948345456690797930-1418019506144045486?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1418019506144045486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=1418019506144045486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/1418019506144045486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/1418019506144045486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/nodame-cantabile-live-action.html' title='Nodame Cantabile Live Action'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SAcm8J7-AII/AAAAAAAAANo/sCL0vm_slPg/s72-c/nodame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-51602424790108234</id><published>2008-04-15T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:19:06.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='credit cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loans'/><title type='text'>Bad Credit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SAT7Tp7-AHI/AAAAAAAAANg/ijOCl6xBLcg/s1600-h/9logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SAT7Tp7-AHI/AAAAAAAAANg/ijOCl6xBLcg/s400/9logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189548985731121266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The term Bad Credit is not unusual to people these days. It is a reality that concerns most since there are certain disadvantages of having &lt;a href="http://www.badcreditoffers.com/"&gt;bad credit credit cards&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.badcreditoffers.com/"&gt;bad credit loans&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For things like these, it’s always good to know that there are people who are eager to help those with bad credits. &lt;a href="http://www.badcreditoffers.com/"&gt;BadCreditOffers&lt;/a&gt;, for instance provides people with a list of credit offers that would best suit them. It allows you to compare Credit Cards, Home Loans, Auto Loans, Personal Loans and it offers Credit &amp;amp; Debt Help for fixing your debts and a Credit report to help you monitor your credit. &lt;a href="http://www.badcreditoffers.com/"&gt;BadCreditOffers&lt;/a&gt; provides useful information that will help you restore your credit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-51602424790108234?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/51602424790108234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=51602424790108234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/51602424790108234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/51602424790108234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/bad-credit.html' title='Bad Credit'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SAT7Tp7-AHI/AAAAAAAAANg/ijOCl6xBLcg/s72-c/9logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-5862732307405294348</id><published>2008-04-14T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T11:31:49.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Just Listenin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've been listening to Jason Mraz' album Waiting for My Rocket to Come, haha I know it isn't new but it's one of my favorites, I just love his music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SAOi1Z7-ACI/AAAAAAAAAMk/OkupXyNbP1Y/s1600-h/AlbumArt_%7B5CD3B579-FA84-4CA4-B93C-CBD50CC35EE6%7D_Large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SAOi1Z7-ACI/AAAAAAAAAMk/OkupXyNbP1Y/s320/AlbumArt_%7B5CD3B579-FA84-4CA4-B93C-CBD50CC35EE6%7D_Large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189170234040123426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmm... Normally I'd listen to Nickelback, Creed, The Darkness, Dashboard, Vertical Horizon, Sugar Ray, some really old songs and many many more, and most of the music I'm so in love with are those-- well, as my younger sister likes to describe them 'so yesterday'. Well actually, I don't really care haha! I love them and I enjoy listening to them. I believe that's what's important, besides, music is something that doesn't go old&lt;/span&gt;, right? :D haha or is it me just being weird, anyways, I'm pretty much happy with my choice of songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I haven't updated any chaps yet, Well the new story 'Pretend' chapter 2 and 3 are already uploaded, some of my friends' have already read it, but I won't be posting the link here yet, as I still have to think of a decent plot for the fourth chapter. :D&lt;br /&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/4948345456690797930-5862732307405294348?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5862732307405294348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=5862732307405294348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/5862732307405294348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/5862732307405294348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-listenin.html' title='Just Listenin&apos;'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/SAOi1Z7-ACI/AAAAAAAAAMk/OkupXyNbP1Y/s72-c/AlbumArt_%7B5CD3B579-FA84-4CA4-B93C-CBD50CC35EE6%7D_Large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-7366861851731440173</id><published>2008-04-12T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T00:04:43.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online games'/><title type='text'>Online Billiard</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love playing Billiards even though I am not that good at it. It’s definitely a game anyone can enjoy. That’s why I’m pretty excited to share this website where you can play &lt;a href="http://www.billiardmagic.com/"&gt;Online Billiards&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Billiard Magic allows you to play &lt;a href="http://www.billiardmagic.com/"&gt;8 Ball Pool&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.billiardmagic.com/"&gt;9 Ball Pool&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.billiardmagic.com/"&gt;Online Snooker&lt;/a&gt; with other people from different parts of the world in real money or play money. Joining is simple. The site provides instructions that are easy to follow and technical support that is available 24/7.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://www.billiardmagic.com/"&gt;Billiard Magic&lt;/a&gt; and get to experience the fun in playing &lt;a href="http://www.billiardmagic.com/"&gt;Online Billiards&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-7366861851731440173?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7366861851731440173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=7366861851731440173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/7366861851731440173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/7366861851731440173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/online-billiard.html' title='Online Billiard'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-4305912408563479598</id><published>2008-04-12T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T23:22:12.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online games'/><title type='text'>Online Backgammon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fancy Playing &lt;a href="http://www.gammon-world.com/"&gt;Backgammon&lt;/a&gt;? Gammon World allows you to &lt;a href="http://www.gammon-world.com/"&gt;play backgammon&lt;/a&gt; online. You can play just for fun or earn money while enjoying the game. It’s a fun way to spend your time and to meet other backgammon players around the globe. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The site is easy to use, it provides instructions on how to &lt;a href="http://www.gammon-world.com/"&gt;play backgammon&lt;/a&gt;, how to download and install the software, and it’s so simple to follow that you’ll be up and running in no time. You will be able to play &lt;a href="http://www.gammon-world.com/"&gt;online backgammon&lt;/a&gt; with people around the world and participate in &lt;a href="http://www.gammon-world.com/"&gt;backgammon tournaments&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It’s definitely a great way to enjoy your time. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gammon-world.com/"&gt;Play Backgammon&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.gammon-world.com/"&gt;Gammon World&lt;/a&gt; now &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-4305912408563479598?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4305912408563479598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=4305912408563479598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/4305912408563479598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/4305912408563479598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/online-backgammon.html' title='Online Backgammon'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-8826890807333532415</id><published>2008-04-11T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T05:11:41.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='batman'/><title type='text'>Batman Gotham Knight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Batman-- Japanese Anime Style! I got really excited when I saw this news, I mean, we all know Batman. And most of us had probably seen the different Batman movies, Batman cartoons, and now finally! they decided to make it an anime. Well, I'm so looking forward to this because I am a fan of anime shows and I also like Batman so this is definitely something I'd like to see. American concept meets Japanese art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, from the video clip which is posted below and from some of the articles I've read, It consists of 6 movies, by six great anime directors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have I Got A Story For You&lt;br /&gt;-Crossfire&lt;br /&gt;-Field Test&lt;br /&gt;-In Darkness Dwells&lt;br /&gt;-Working Through Pain&lt;br /&gt;-Deadshot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yuSwj5ok24k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yuSwj5ok24k&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Video was Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/user/odiin"&gt;odiin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/4948345456690797930-8826890807333532415?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8826890807333532415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=8826890807333532415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/8826890807333532415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/8826890807333532415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/batman-gotham-knight.html' title='Batman Gotham Knight'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-7331591750232733333</id><published>2008-04-01T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T07:05:36.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Pretend Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me again. :D This is the first chapter of the new story I'm working on. It's called Pretend. Hmm... I've just re-read the first chapter and erm... I'm still not sure on this one so please tell me what you think about it, whether or not I should continue the story. I've made four chapters of it by the way, but as I've said, I'm not sure, when I read the whole thing I get the feeling that the story's way way rushed so erm... I'll try to read the whole thing again and see if it's all right the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, for the synopsis...&lt;br /&gt;Kagurazaka Ken is a famous singer who was chased by his fans. It's not an unusual event for a guy like him, but one time something unexpected happens. He meets a girl and asks him to pretend. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I'm not good with summaries... haha, but please read anyway. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/pipansfiction/pretend_01.htm"&gt;Pretend Chapter 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/4948345456690797930-7331591750232733333?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7331591750232733333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=7331591750232733333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/7331591750232733333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/7331591750232733333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/pretend-chapter-1.html' title='Pretend Chapter 1'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-712521652005219784</id><published>2008-03-22T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:01:18.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='An Idiot&apos;s Guide Sequel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Rival II: An Idiot's Guide to Falling in Love Sequel Part 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi! I'm currently working on another story, it's called Pretend, It's probably not going to take a lot of chapters, perhaps just about three or four chapters, it's a quick one. I've based it on one of the other stories I've created which is not posted here. Well, I've read the whole thing again and it lacks erm... something so with the plot of that other story, I added up some things, subtracted other things and hopefully, it'll turn out all right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've gotten to another matter again, back to the post,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chapter 5... almost the same with chapter 4, only from a different Point of View, it's Asano Youichi's POV. :D Many thanks to Reich for reading and reviewing the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Chapter 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/pipansfiction/aigtfils_05.htm"&gt;An Idiot's Guide to Falling in Love Sequel Part 5: Rival II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4948345456690797930-712521652005219784?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/712521652005219784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=712521652005219784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/712521652005219784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/712521652005219784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/rival-ii-idiots-guide-to-falling-in.html' title='Rival II: An Idiot&apos;s Guide to Falling in Love Sequel Part 5'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-7006129453459535589</id><published>2008-03-19T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:02:20.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='An Idiot&apos;s Guide Sequel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Rival: An Idiot's Guide to Falling in Love Sequel Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a while since I've posted anything, I mean any story updates. A Phone Call Away is still on hiatus. I know I've said I already know what to do about it, but I sort of forgotten what I wanted to do with it. haha! Sorry, anyways, I'll be reading it again and try to get the plot I want it to have back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm still not officially on vacation, since we have yet to finish revisions for our project, we're given 30 days, I was able to write this chapter down because I was slacking on the job. I'm currently on the 'feeling the summer break' kind of state, even though I shouldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the main topic, this is Part 4 of the An Idiot's Guide to Falling in Love Sequel, I've just finished it, and... I'm not sure you'll like it. :D Last time I was told by my good friend that the 3rd part of the sequel is pretty boring, I agree with her actually, I also find Chapter 3 quite boring, I mean, nothing much happened in it. Chapter 4 is erm... well, it was what came into my head while I was reading the previous parts of the sequel, it just came to me and so I wrote it down before I forget the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story's the one below... I hope you like it, and if you have time please leave a comment :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/pipansfiction/aigtfils_04.htm"&gt;An Idiot's Guide to Falling in Love Sequel Part 4: Rival&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/4948345456690797930-7006129453459535589?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7006129453459535589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=7006129453459535589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/7006129453459535589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/7006129453459535589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/rival-idiots-guide-to-falling-in-love.html' title='Rival: An Idiot&apos;s Guide to Falling in Love Sequel Part 4'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-8933555002638915052</id><published>2008-03-13T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T06:51:00.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Okono Okono Okonomiyaki</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Earlier this day about Lunch time, I was alone at home and since I was alone I needed to make my own lunch. That moment, I had this idea of trying out something new and what came to my mind is the yummy Japanese dish Okonomiyaki. All thanks to the image I recalled from the wonderful JDrama Hanazakari no Kimitachi e, they were eating it on lots of scenes and remembering those scenes made me want to eat the treat. I have already ate this dish more than a couple of times before, but I haven't tried cooking it. Luckily, there is the ever reliable internet. I've tried searching for recipes and managed to read one. I just tried to check if the ingredients are available and since they are, voila! Experimentation time. I've decided to have Okonomiyaki for lunch. I'm not very particular with the measurements, and I oftentimes don't follow the instructions... I make my own (ahhaha I'm too lazy!), You should try it! It's really fun... The result still tasted fine though... :D&lt;br /&gt;These are the ingredients I used:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cabbage (as much as you'd like, just as long as the batter can cope)&lt;br /&gt;eggs (Depends on how much cabbage you'd have, I've used about 3)&lt;br /&gt;flour (not too much, about 2-3 tbsp.)&lt;br /&gt;salt (Just a little to add some flavor)&lt;br /&gt;pepper (depends on your preferences)&lt;br /&gt;oil (1-2 tbsp, for frying)&lt;br /&gt;mayonnaise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to make it:&lt;br /&gt;cut the cabbage to fine slices/shred the cabbage!! SHRED BWAHAHAHA!, wash and set aside&lt;br /&gt;beat the eggs on a bowl and add in the flour, salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;mix in the cabbage and mix mix mix them all until all the leafy cabbage is covered with the eggy batter&lt;br /&gt;heat the frying pan and add oil&lt;br /&gt;then when it's all hot, start cooking the okonomiyaki, the same way you cook pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;garnish it with mayonnaise!&lt;br /&gt;Itadakimasu!!&lt;br /&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/4948345456690797930-8933555002638915052?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8933555002638915052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=8933555002638915052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/8933555002638915052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/8933555002638915052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/okono-okono-okonomiyaki.html' title='Okono Okono Okonomiyaki'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-4323058251315413882</id><published>2008-03-06T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T11:50:20.438-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Random Sketch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's already 3:37am on my clock and I'm amused to realize that I've only managed to do so little in five hours (Started at about 11:0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;0pm) I've managed to edit our documents, do some error handling stuffs on some of our forms, and hmph... destroy my 'Add on-Call Sales' function/form, I have a backup of it though, and I've placed the codes on a notepad I secured to make sure I have something to look up if an event like some things going wrong (which in this case did go wrong) happens. Our defense is on Tuesday next week and I cannot afford to have any more mistakes. Come to think of it, we still haven't had our reports prepared. Every time I think about the coming defense, I feel my stomach twirling. Seriously, I'm getting fi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dgety over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I know our group can do it, I'm sure we can manage this somehow. We've got to think positive and do what we can to finish it. To set the schedule, we should all be done by Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's some random sketch I made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R9BKsVC_SrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/T6ox7KArm8Q/s1600-h/rsbypipanp.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R9BKsVC_SrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/T6ox7KArm8Q/s400/rsbypipanp.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174718097273080498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-4323058251315413882?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4323058251315413882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=4323058251315413882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/4323058251315413882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/4323058251315413882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-sketch.html' title='Random Sketch'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R9BKsVC_SrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/T6ox7KArm8Q/s72-c/rsbypipanp.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-2847074177059664900</id><published>2008-03-05T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T17:55:44.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women as Explained by Engineers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've received an e-mail from a frie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nd about 2 minutes ago and it contains pictures which I find funny. These things may have been posted on the interne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;t a long long time ago, but I've only recently seen them, and since I find them&lt;/span&gt; entertaining, I've thought of posting them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Note: I don't bear any grudge whatsoever against Wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;men/Girls (I'm a girl... but I the pics are really amusing). I also don't have any ill feelings/emotions towards engineers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deriving the Equation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R89NXFC_SoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bep9dw7EFio/s1600-h/funny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 438px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R89NXFC_SoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bep9dw7EFio/s400/funny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174439555759032962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R89N0FC_SpI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2sicnRyzUd4/s1600-h/funny2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R89N0FC_SpI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2sicnRyzUd4/s400/funny2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174440053975239314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R89OJFC_SqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e3WJp_gEakQ/s1600-h/funny3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R89OJFC_SqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e3WJp_gEakQ/s400/funny3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174440414752492194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how was it? haha gomen... btw, no story updates for the moment :( Maybe another time, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/4948345456690797930-2847074177059664900?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2847074177059664900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=2847074177059664900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/2847074177059664900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/2847074177059664900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/women-as-explained-by-engineers.html' title='Women as Explained by Engineers'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R89NXFC_SoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bep9dw7EFio/s72-c/funny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-7828707431397322639</id><published>2008-02-15T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:04:17.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jdrama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Koshonin'/><title type='text'>Koshonin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R7aMKZYixUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nXy5_mrPTm0/s1600-h/koshonin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R7aMKZYixUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nXy5_mrPTm0/s320/koshonin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167471732694631746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;An addiction/obsession or something I’d prefer calling “Love”, yes, its love—seriously, no objections—could be a way for us to discover new things, amazing things. Like for instance, my love for Shirota Yuu has led me to watching the incredibly wonderful Hanazakari no Kimitachi e live action where he played Kagurazaka, the national level high jumper who at first was thought to be bad, but was actually a good guy who even helped Sano (Oguri Shun) regain his high jumping skills. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Now, the same love introduced me to the drama Koshonin which translates to “The Negotiator”. In this drama, Shirota plays Mariya Kyosuke, a criminal on the death row who, as mentioned by a reporter had killed people when he was 19. He appeared at the start of the series, confined. His character’s a bit erm… creepy, definitely creepy. He probably has some relationship with the main character since the two of them seemed close. they’re probably friends or something. Hehe sorry if I couldn’t give any sure information regarding the character’s history because the series is still ongoing and I’ve only managed to see until episode 2. I’ll be watching more episodes later.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The character is really creepy, yet adorable at the same time, maybe it’s because Shirota’s playing the part. Anyways, I think he played the role very well. The impression was like a Criminal L or something similar to that. Ahh… it makes you love him more, he’s definitely a very talented actor *hearts*.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ehem, putting Shirota aside, the series in my opinion is very good. The scenes, the events, the way the characters think, it’s amazing. It makes you want to see more of it. It’s definitely not a boring drama. Btw, Kyo Nobuo, the one who played Himejima Masao in Hana-Kimi is the hostage taker on episode 2. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Here are some of &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R7aN35YixbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/T1vBxUVqWBQ/s1600-h/koshonin_yuu02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 100px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R7aN35YixbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/T1vBxUVqWBQ/s200/koshonin_yuu02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167473613890307506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shirota’s screen sh&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R7aNEZYixYI/AAAAAAAAADw/X_HgyYpf8c4/s1600-h/koshonin_yuu04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 101px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R7aNEZYixYI/AAAAAAAAADw/X_HgyYpf8c4/s200/koshonin_yuu04.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167472729127044482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ots&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R7aNIJYixZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oJ8xHkMNZFI/s1600-h/koshonin_yuu_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 101px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R7aNIJYixZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oJ8xHkMNZFI/s200/koshonin_yuu_01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167472793551553938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R7aM5pYixXI/AAAAAAAAADo/V-cKvbnZ_bU/s1600-h/koshonin_yuu03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 101px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R7aM5pYixXI/AAAAAAAAADo/V-cKvbnZ_bU/s200/koshonin_yuu03.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167472544443450738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on the series:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally before posting this entry, I'd like to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY JONI!!! tigulang n jud ka! Bwahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-7828707431397322639?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7828707431397322639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=7828707431397322639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/7828707431397322639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/7828707431397322639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/02/koshonin.html' title='Koshonin'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R7aMKZYixUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nXy5_mrPTm0/s72-c/koshonin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-4206101728641568931</id><published>2008-02-13T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T21:52:49.747-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Happy Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Valentines Day Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was planning to post a Valentines chappy for one of my stories, but I didn't get the time to make it. Right now, I'm pretty busy with doing some erm... coding and some homework and some other Projects. This is definitely a busy time for everyone. Hmm... Considering that today is Valentines day, let me add a video clip from Dream Live 3rd which would make most go KYAAA!! Probably not most, maybe just me because I'm a girl who likes a touch of yaoi occassionally and also because I love Shirota Yuu and I am a fan of Kato Kazuki. HAHA! This vid wasn't uploaded by me. Credit goes to &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/user/beatgirlgi"&gt;beatgirlgi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VCb-lm0TbOY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VCb-lm0TbOY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Happy Valentines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/4948345456690797930-4206101728641568931?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4206101728641568931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=4206101728641568931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/4206101728641568931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/4206101728641568931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-hearts_13.html' title='Happy Hearts'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-2432613328153834600</id><published>2008-02-13T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T21:37:32.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math: An Idiot's Guide to Falling in Love Sequel Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, this is the second time I'm posting this Post because I unintentionally deleted the post I made before. It really sucks, and I already had 2 comments on it, I know 2 comments isn't much to some, but those really mean a lot to me. And it totally hurts thinking about the undeniably stupid thing I just made. I feel like crying right now. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to what I'm suppose to write. *sighs again* then *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chapter is erm... anyways, short warning: there'll be shifts in POV's,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://geocities.com/pipansfiction/aigtfils_03"&gt;An Idiot's Guide to Falling in Love Sequel part 3: Math&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm so sorry for the rants, I just feel bad about what I did. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-2432613328153834600?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2432613328153834600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=2432613328153834600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/2432613328153834600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/2432613328153834600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-hearts.html' title='Math: An Idiot&apos;s Guide to Falling in Love Sequel Part 3'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-2506972154336506424</id><published>2008-02-08T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T07:58:13.291-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Delays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;First and foremost, I'd like to apologize for the long and I mean long delay on the story updates. T.T I'm really sorry. Actually, I've already made some intros and plots for the new chapters, but unfortunately, I haven't had time to finish them. Reasons? Well, We have two projects, whose dues are drawing near, reports, erm... exam week (just finished), documents still waiting for updates or submission, :( All these work makes you really feel the student in you, haha! Probably payback for all the time I've wasted slacking before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, right now there are a lot of things to do so I might not be able to update the stories but I'm working on them, promise! I'll finish them when I get the time, I'll probably upload another chapter of An Idiot's Guide to Falling in Love sequel part 4, I've already managed to give it a title so I might finish it soon, hopefully. As for now (NOTE: Our exams had just ended, ne?) I'll be reading a blog of Japanese content with the help of &lt;a href="http://babelfish.altavista.com/tr"&gt;http://babelfish.altavista.com/tr&lt;/a&gt; I'm very very happy with the discovery courtesy of Reich and Rigel haha! Salamat Kaayo so much :D now I will be able to read Shirota's blog. BWAHAHAHAHA! Well sometimes the translation's difficult to understand, it's probably translating per character resulting to some shuffled sentences, you might have to rearrange them to Subject-Object-Verb order, because Japanese Sentences as I have read are constructed that way in contrast to the English language's S-V-O. I'm very happy right now~ I will be able to read what my dear Shirota is writing :D Ureshii kata ~ lol, did I get it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do some slacking this time, since exams had just finished~ So on to watching anime anime and lots of anime, and reading some of the fanfictions I've subscribed to. Tomorrow I'll be getting back to work, :D I'll enjoy this time first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja~ ne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-2506972154336506424?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2506972154336506424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=2506972154336506424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/2506972154336506424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/2506972154336506424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/02/delays.html' title='Delays'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-1836881010228624674</id><published>2008-01-25T06:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T06:57:47.415-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction daily'/><title type='text'>Fourth Stone: An Idiot's Guide to Falling in Love Sequel Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've been trying to search for articles/tutorials on how to configure vb6 to connect to mysql. Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be a decent article/tutorial about it. Or perhaps it's just because I don't know how to search properly. :( I've been trying it for a number of days now, but still no progress. So I had this past time (writing stories) to get myself out of the infuriating disappointment of not getting anything. Actually, my groupmates and I have sort of decided on using mssql instead and our adviser had taught us how to configure and connect (sir, thank you so much!). The only problem now is that we still don't have mssql on our computers and we have to present a 60% working system on Monday. So, that's why I'm currently trying to search on the ways of configuring... because I only have mysql here... and as I have said, I haven't found anything, so I've decided to type down some words. XD haha... not that anyone cares about my rants. Gomenasai, if my ranting is getting annoying (it rhymes! it rhymes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I had some sizzling sisig for lunch *that spicy, yummyness* --LOL I know you don't care about this either,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the main topic.&lt;br /&gt;This story is the second part of the sequel for An Idiot's Guide to Falling in Love, entitled "Fourth Stone" It's more of erm--flashbacks, this is an answer to Jet's question "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Who is really Asano Youichi in Haruka's life?" -- from the comments on the first part of the sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/pipansfiction/aigtfils_02.htm"&gt;An Idiot's Guide to Falling in Love Sequel Part 2: Fourth Stone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-1836881010228624674?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1836881010228624674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=1836881010228624674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/1836881010228624674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/1836881010228624674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/01/fourth-stone-idiots-guide-to-falling-in.html' title='Fourth Stone: An Idiot&apos;s Guide to Falling in Love Sequel Part 2'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-8258847864489962692</id><published>2008-01-23T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T07:53:17.171-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction daily'/><title type='text'>Seeing Red: An Idiot's Guide to Falling in Love Sequel Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello!! It's me again... :D&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Been doing some researching earlier-- how to connect VB6 to MySQL and guess what? None of the things I've tried worked out! XD But, I have to try harder, I'm sure there's a way for it to connect, I just haven't figured it out yet, maybe I've made some unnoticed errors... :D I'll be trying it again tomorrow. Hopefully, I get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've had an idea of a continuation for the story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"How do I know if I like her? An idiot's guide to falling in love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; so I've decided to make a sequel of it. I'm not sure about this one so please tell me what you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the "&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/pipansfiction/APCA_ch01.htm"&gt;A Phone Call Away&lt;/a&gt;" story I made... hmm... I've been trying to make a fifth chapter of it but somehow I sense boredom and I end up deleting the things I've typed down. I've probably did the deleting about 3 times or something now. LOL gomenasai... but, I have a plot in mind now, I just have to type it down and read it again to check if I feel the story or not. :D But I'll be finishing that story YUPZ! I will finish it, I already have an ending in mind... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So haha, back to the reason for this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/pipansfiction/aigtfils_01.htm"&gt;An Idiot's Guide to Falling in Love Sequel Part I: Seeing Red&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/4948345456690797930-8258847864489962692?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8258847864489962692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=8258847864489962692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/8258847864489962692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/8258847864489962692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/01/seeing-red-idiots-guide-to-falling-in.html' title='Seeing Red: An Idiot&apos;s Guide to Falling in Love Sequel Part 1'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-8422349675664300056</id><published>2008-01-18T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T21:11:00.175-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>How do I know if I like her? An Idiot's Guide To Falling in Love Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, I've finished writing the second part of the story. I've decided to make a two-part instead of a three-part. :D So this would be the last part of An Idiot's Guide to Falling in Love. Actually, I'm not so sure about this one. I don't know if you'll like it. Anyways, Please tell me what you think about it, if it's lame or if it needs another part or whatever you feel like telling me about the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my Grandmother's birthday btw... Happy Birthday 'Nay!! We've made a surprise for her, but she doesn't know about it yet (of course, It's a surprise!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Some of my cousins are here right now! LOL. Back to the story, I'm telling you beforehand, I'm not so sure about it, so please please tell me what you think about it ok? I'd really appreciate it. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;And I still haven't made a link to connect the two parts, I'll do that later anyway the posts are close, so no trouble looking for the other part. Part one is the post before this post with the drawing "Magic Tree". ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/pipansfiction/anidiotsguidetofallinginlove2.htm"&gt;How Do I Know If I Like Her? An Idiot's Guide to Falling in Love Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/4948345456690797930-8422349675664300056?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8422349675664300056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=8422349675664300056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/8422349675664300056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/8422349675664300056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-do-i-know-if-i-like-her-idiots.html' title='How do I know if I like her? An Idiot&apos;s Guide To Falling in Love Part 2'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-3709855103379960519</id><published>2008-01-15T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T07:26:35.764-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>How do I know If like her? An Idiot's Guide to Falling in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4zjVVQigAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ofSwjHqUJqA/s1600-h/Magic_Tree_by_Polgrim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4zjVVQigAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ofSwjHqUJqA/s320/Magic_Tree_by_Polgrim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155745629055647746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heya!! Before anything else, I'd like to thank my cousin Pao for the lovely picture "Magic Tree" above ^^ I like looking at the picture. Hmm... impressions?? It's a beautiful drawing of lovers under a tree, and according to reich, it is simple but has a silent feel to it. It is very pleasant to look at, a feeling of serenity but somehow it makes me feel sort of erm... sad (just a bit). Don't get me wrong, the picture's really great but somehow, there's a certain something on it that makes my heart prick *sobs* Haha, gomen!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Pao for allowing me to post your art here, I really love it!!&lt;br /&gt;Want to see more??&lt;br /&gt;Visit&lt;a href="http://polgrim.deviantart.com/"&gt; http://polgrim.deviantart.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ok, This evening, I've been trying to solve some quanti problems and I've only managed to get the first problem right *wink* the others? Well... I'm not sure about them and some of my answers are kinda different from the one on the answer key. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've currently finished typing a new story I've just started. I got the idea yesterday morning and wrote it on paper on our breaks on that same day so I wouldn't forget. It's called "How Do I Know If I Like Her? An idiot's guide to falling in love" Yep, the title's pretty long. :D lol. I'm planning on making it a two-three part story, just short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cool guy Souma Takeshi is having trouble deciphering his thoughts and his feelings. The reason? A girl named Koyou Haruka a.k.a. Class Nerd, Four Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you know I suck at making synopsis but please read the story anyway. :D Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/pipansfiction/anidiotsguidetofallinginlove.htm"&gt;How Do I Know If I Like Her? 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An Idiot&apos;s Guide to Falling in Love'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4zjVVQigAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ofSwjHqUJqA/s72-c/Magic_Tree_by_Polgrim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-1999451769702788407</id><published>2008-01-14T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T07:18:13.771-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet Credit Card Processor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Credit Card Accepting'/><title type='text'>Aplus Credit Card Payment Solution</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Credit cards are very popular these days. 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Most people would create their blog and post entries regarding their daily life experiences, things that catch their attention or anything else under the sun. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blogging is considered a fascinating past time, a good stress reliever and a very entertaining way of expressing your feelings. Since a lot of people such as myself are so hooked to blogging, &lt;a href="http://www.blogsvertise.com/"&gt;Blogsvertise&lt;/a&gt; has made a wonderful twist to it. Earn Cash from blogging! Yes, you read right. Through &lt;a href="http://www.blogsvertise.com/"&gt;Blogsvertise&lt;/a&gt;, bloggers will not only enjoy posting entries but also the pleasure of earning money through it. The rules are simple. You only have to write about advertiser’s websites products and services and you get paid for it. Make your blogging moments more worthwhile and register on &lt;a href="http://www.blogsvertise.com/"&gt;Blogsvertise&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.blogsvertise.com/"&gt;http://www.blogsvertise.com/&lt;/a&gt;) right now! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-6015868588569959991?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6015868588569959991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=6015868588569959991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/6015868588569959991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/6015868588569959991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/01/earn-cash-from-blogging.html' title='Blogsvertise: Earn Cash From Blogging'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-378295998918960616</id><published>2008-01-09T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:54:59.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drafts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So far I've made about 10 or something pages for the fifth Chapter of A Phone Call Away, Half a chapter for An Angel Appears, a introduction for the second version of my Eyeshield 21 fanfic, two chapters for my Bleach fanfic, and I've started typing my other story with Aya and Kyoshiro, I've already made lots of chapters for it but it's still on paper, I've only finished typing until chapter 2. I'll be posting it soon, when I think it's all right. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been planning to watch Ayakashi and Strait Jacket because I cannot get myself to watch Fate Stay Night yet. I'm still not yet over Archer's death *sob* haha! As if delaying watching the last episodes would bring him back. Anyways, Reich assured me that Gilgamesh would have a defining moment on the last episode, perhaps I'll be looking forward to that (I actually want Gilgamesh and Saber to end up together, I'm starting--no--I am hating Shirou I'm sure of that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hope my dear Archer would come back, I miss him so much. XD&lt;br /&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/4948345456690797930-378295998918960616?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/378295998918960616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=378295998918960616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/378295998918960616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/378295998918960616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/01/drafts.html' title='Drafts'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-5559474664548771352</id><published>2008-01-01T06:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T06:49:11.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hiya!! This is a fanfiction I made for Tokyo Majin Gakuen Kenpuchou Tou, which focuses on Kisaragi Hisui. Please read and tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer &lt;/span&gt;I don't own Tokyo Majin Gakuen Kenpuchou Tou so please don't sue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/pipansfiction/destiny.htm"&gt;Destiny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-5559474664548771352?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5559474664548771352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=5559474664548771352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/5559474664548771352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/5559474664548771352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/01/destiny.html' title='Destiny'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-536988179825044380</id><published>2008-01-01T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:23:28.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>When I Fell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a short story I made a long time ago, yup, well not so long time ago, and yes it isn't a chapter fiction. XD I read it again and, erm... let's see, I think it's all right, so I decided to post it. It's a love fiction based on first person perspective. It's not much, but I hope you read it anyway, and tell me what you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link&lt;br /&gt;When I Fell --&gt;removed the link! :) I think posting the whole story here is more convenient&lt;br /&gt;here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;© Pipan P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I Fell&lt;br /&gt;By: Pipan P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; It wasn’t the first time I met her, but seeing her definitely makes    me happy. It is indeed strange for me to feel this way… To think about    it, I remember the first time I saw her. She was playing for the Pacific High    Basketball team. The Pacific High Basketball team was a part of the open division,    which means that girls and boys can play on the court as equals. She was a tough    competitor. We weren’t the team their competing with at that time, it    was another team. To tell you the truth, I hated that team. I don’t normally    hate teams for the reason that I love competing but that team was different.    They’re a bunch of cheaters, to think that they’ll actually beat    and hurt girls to win. She was one of the girls who got beaten up by those jerks.    But she was cool. She did not mind the player who hit her. Or so I thought,    after the game she practically got her revenge. I saw her beat the guy. The    guy ended up like a child who lost his candy. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; The next time I saw her was in school. Though she’s a year younger than    me, a freshman, I see her along the campus. Due to my curiosity and my eagerness    of wanting to know more about her, I asked questions to the people who I think    knows her, just then did I learn that she transferred to our school because    of the wounds and bruises she got on their last game. Her parents wanted her    to act like a lady and to do that she must first be away from the basketball    team. So they enrolled her in my school, which was not a part of the open division.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; There were many instances where I ran close to her or she was close to me.    But there was never a time when the two of us talked. Of course you cannot expect    her to talk to me because she didn’t know me. I on the other hand had    no reason of talking to her so I couldn’t find any excuse of getting close    to her, until their P.E. Class. It was their lesson in basketball and as varsity    players, we were asked to teach them. She needed no assistance because she was    a former basketball player. I noticed that she had no friends in her class.    She practiced alone. I went near her and tried to entertain her. That was the    first time we talked. She was stern, not quite a talker but sensible and smart    in her words.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; We became friends. She shared her memories and I shared mine. I learned more    about her and later on understood her personality. I was with her every day.    And every day I liked her more and more. Then one day while we were in school,    she seemed sad. She was trying to hide it from me but I can see that there was    something bothering her. I asked her what it was. For a moment she smiled and    tried to conceal her true emotions but it did not work for very long because    she burst into tears and fled into my arms. It was a romantic sight. Any guy    would probably like that, the girl he longs for on his arms. I would probably    like it if not for the words she said afterwards. She told me that she saw her    ex- boyfriend with another girl. She spilled all her emotions on that day. She    told me how she loved him and that she still loves him. She said that she never    thought that it would still affect her. It broke my heart. I wanted to cry out,    and tell her how I really feel about her, but I did not. I thought that it would    be better if she wouldn’t know. I thought that if I tell her, she might    be even more confused and the pain in her heart would grow. I tried to comfort    her, even with my heart feeling the same way she does.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; I asked her who he was and she answered me. I didn’t know the person,    but whoever he is, he’s one lucky guy. I tried to find him and with the    effort I brought out I did. I consider him an opponent the first time I saw    him but controlled myself for the sake of the person I care for. I was asking    some people about him and learned that he just broke up with his girlfriend.    It was a perfect time for me to confront him. I picked a right time to talk    to him personally. I felt like I’m one stupid person, who would be stupid    enough to tell his rival the ways of winning? I thought twice in doing it. Why    don’t I just leave him alone and make her fall for me. But I know I was    just being selfish so I decided to do what’s right.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; I waited for the right time to talk to him. He was alone on the streets and    I blocked his way. I tried to be cool. I didn’t want any trouble. I talked    to him and told him about her. I said that she still cared about him. He laughed,    and gave out insults about her. I was furious. I didn’t want to hear him    insulting the girl I care for. I told him to stop but he did not do it. I warned    him again but still he did not stop. I was unable to control myself and I punched    him on the face. It did not take long and the both of us were hitting each other.    I got him and punched him continuously on the ground. He was bleeding terribly    and then… I heard someone scream. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; He was unconscious on the ground. I turned to look at the source of the voice    and to my surprise, it was her. She pushed me away from him and yelled at me.    She was worried about her ex- boyfriend. She was crying while holding him. She    told me to go away. I did as she said. I went away and felt an agonizing pain.    I cried that night. I never thought even for once that I’d feel this way.    I felt so down. I felt like every person in the world had stepped on me. For    what she’s done I wanted to hate her. But I couldn’t, I still liked    her and the feeling just won’t go away. I felt like I was the dumbest    person in the whole world. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; I asked for her forgiveness but she wouldn’t listen to me. She wouldn’t    even talk to me. And a week after that incident I heard that she was back with    her boyfriend. After school I can see her walking, holding hands with that guy.    She’s not aware on how much she hurts me every time I see them together.    But I could do nothing, who am I in her life anyway. It seemed like all the    times we’ve spent together were just thrown out into the trash. I never    bothered them again, I just hoped that he wouldn’t hurt her and that he’ll    love her and care for her more than I do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; I concentrated on my studies and on being better in basketball so I could    at least forget about the feelings I have for her. But it’s not that simple.    The harder I try to forget, the stronger the feeling become. Even if I try to    deny, I still care for her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; One day while I was heading home, the guy blocked my way. It seems like he’s    up for his revenge. He spoke and laughed maliciously. He bragged about how she    chose him instead of me despite of all the insults he told me about her. He    insulted her more and I hated him more. I wanted to break his bones into pieces.    I was so angry. I was about to hit him on the face when someone hit him before    I could. It was her. Her eyes were blazing with fury. He looked at her and spoke,    ‘You are such a fool for believing that I really care for you’ he    stood up and smiled, ‘Well to tell you the truth, I don’t…    if it wasn’t for your reputation I wouldn’t even bother to look    at you-‘&lt;br /&gt; Then I punched him straight on his face. He was terrified, not wanting to repeat    the incident which happened before, he ran away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Tears fell from her eyes. She sat on the ground in sorrow. I walked towards    her, hesitating to touch her. Things have been different ever since that incident.&lt;br /&gt; ‘I-‘she started to speak. I listened patiently beside&lt;br /&gt; ‘I’m sorry’ and she cried harder, ‘I was-‘…    I wrapped my arms around her, ‘don’t think about it.’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The next days were sad… I see her smile at me… But the pain she    feels inside is visible. Just like before, she tries to smile… She seems    to distance herself from me. Every time I come close to her she finds an excuse    to go away. We never had a nice conversation since then… I still haven’t    told her my feelings… And I don’t plan to at this time… she    have so many problems to go through and I don’t want to add up to her    problems. Maybe, I’ll just wait until the wounds are healed. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A week had gone by and still she remained distant. Then one afternoon after    class, I was able to walk her home. That was the first time we had a conversation    for a very long time since her ex-boyfriend and I had a fight. The warmth of    her voice was really soothing. Like music to my ears. I longed for her voice,    her smile, her face… everything about her… We stopped on a street    and sat on a bench. I felt the cool wind blowing then she spoke while staring    at the tall post in front of her.&lt;br /&gt; ‘I’m going to London… I’ll be studying there’&lt;br /&gt; It took me time to respond to her words… I was struck… I didn’t    know what to say… then I answered her,&lt;br /&gt; ‘T-That’ll be a great experience… I heard London- is a great    place…’&lt;br /&gt; ‘I did so too… I think I’ll be better off there’&lt;br /&gt; ‘Ah- W-What about your friends, the people who care for you here…’&lt;br /&gt; ‘Nobody cares for me here… That’s one of the reasons I have    in going there’&lt;br /&gt; Thorns seem to strike my heart the moment she mentioned those words…&lt;br /&gt; ‘I’ll be leaving the day after tomorrow…. Quick eh? My parents    seemed happy of the decision I made and immediately entered me to a school there.    I’ll be doing lots of preparations for the trip. I think I should be heading    home now.’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; I walked with her to her home where she thanked me. I wanted to tell her,    but I did not… I waited for the next day, the last day she’ll spend    in our country before she flies to London. I went to her house. I saw her on    their doorstep. She looked at me and smiled. We walked to the park silently.    I did not give out a word. I simply looked at her, cherishing the moment we    have together. We stopped by a tree. She began to talk… I listened to    her voice and to her words. Then silence once again conquered the conversation.    She handed me a star-shaped keychain,&lt;br /&gt; ‘Take this as a remembrance… Thank you for everything….’&lt;br /&gt; ‘You don’t have to thank me… I did those things for you because    I- care for you… because I like you’ I said… I was stunned    with what I just said, and I could see that she too was surprised…&lt;br /&gt; ‘I- ‘she spoke, ‘I have to go’&lt;br /&gt; ‘Please… stay for a while… I- I want to be with you’    everything I was thinking about seemed to run into words immediately.&lt;br /&gt; ‘I don’t want to get into commitments… I’m sorry I really    have to go’&lt;br /&gt; ‘I’ll be waiting- for you… I will be here… waiting for    you…’ she left me without saying goodbye… I went by the airport    everyday witnessing the departure and the arrival of the planes hoping to see    her. I also walked by their house but nobody was there. They’ve moved    out. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Seven years had gone since she left me on the park. I’m already a working    man. A bit busy, but I still find time to visit the airport. My hopes are still    up. Though I know that seven years is a long time, who knows what had happened    to her… she might be going out with someone on the present time. Different    thoughts fled to my mind often, thoughts that she’s not coming back or    that she might no longer remember me. But there was a thought which remained    strong in my mind. It was the thought of seeing her again. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was sitting on the chairs and tables located outside of a restaurant I like.    I ordered some coffee and cake and observed the people walking. My phone rang.    People usually would laugh at me because of the accessory I attached on my phone.    They think it’s funny for a man, especially a working man such as myself    to have a star dangle on my cellular phone… It was the keychain she gave    me before she left. I answered it, the call was about to end when suddenly,    someone bumped my hand and my phone fell on the concrete. I was terrified, thinking    that the keychain might break. The person who bumped me picked my phone and    stared at it for a while.&lt;br /&gt; ‘Would you mind giving it back?’ I asked coolly.&lt;br /&gt; She handed it to me,&lt;br /&gt; ‘I’m sorry’ her voice was familiar… it was soothing    and relaxing. I did not fully accept the phone. I held her hand and stared at    her face. It was the face I longed to see for seven years. I held my arms around    her. I realized how much I missed her, it was so much… I’ve waited    for that moment, the moment that I’ll see her again, hear her voice, and    touch her. I felt her tears… She was crying,&lt;br /&gt; ‘I-I’m sorry… before… I was confused… forgive    me for all the things I’ve done… I-I’m sorry...’&lt;br /&gt; ‘It’s been a long time… Seven years since you left me on the    park… I missed you… so much’&lt;br /&gt; I invited her to dinner. There we talked about things... She hadn’t changed    a bit. She was still the person I knew before, beautiful, smart, witty…    I wanted to ask her about a lot of things… but she asked me first,&lt;br /&gt; ‘Don’t you hate me for- being so selfish?’&lt;br /&gt; ‘No… that’s something funny though… After all the things    I’ve been through with you, I cannot seem to hate you’&lt;br /&gt; ‘You know, I think I’d feel better if you’d hate me…    I think it’ll make me feel better about my stupid mistakes’&lt;br /&gt; ‘Mistakes are made, but they cannot be called stupid. They guide us to    the things we’ve done wrong and tell us to not do them again.’&lt;br /&gt; ‘Are you this philosophical these days? I guess time makes people change’  &lt;br /&gt; She was smiling. It made me feel a lot better.&lt;br /&gt; ‘Yes, time does make people change, but it doesn’t apply to all…    I know I haven’t changed. I can see that you haven’t changed either…’&lt;br /&gt; ‘The star keychain…. It’s still with you all these years…’&lt;br /&gt; ‘I would definitely cry if I’d lose it…’&lt;br /&gt; She brought out a laugh, ‘You are so silly’&lt;br /&gt; ‘I’ve been longing for that laugh’&lt;br /&gt; ‘A friend of mine who works in the airport told me that she always sees    you there, are you waiting for someone?’&lt;br /&gt; ‘Yeah… I’ve been waiting for you’&lt;br /&gt; I glanced at her expression, I wasn’t so sure how she feels but I’m    certain that I saw her blush. That night was the last night I was able to spend    time with her and tell my feelings towards her. She was betrothed. She told    me that they will be getting married tomorrow. She was just trying to enjoy    spending her last day as single because she will not be able to do it after    her wedding tomorrow She said that she was glad to see me and that she wanted    to tell me so much. That was the saddest moment of my life. It was the moment    I lost the love of my life without having the chance to fight. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now I stand on the green grass. The place was nicely decorated. Flowers of    white and pink were everywhere. They agreed to have a garden wedding and the    way they arranged things were good. The people were excited to see the bride…    And the groom, the lucky guy she’s about to marry was standing in front    waiting for her… Then she arrived, so beautiful in her gown of white silk.    I did not let my eyes off her. I stared at the person whom I fell for almost    eight years and until now… My heart ached more as she moved a step forward.    How I wished that things did not turn out this way, that I was the guy waiting    for her by the altar. But it seems that those things are no longer possible    and all I can do at this time is to admire her from afar and to prepare to say    goodbye… for the moment she says I do is the moment I let my dreams go    away. &lt;/p&gt;  I didn’t know what I had been in those past years. I thought that I    was just being idiotic. I never realized that I’ve become a fool waiting    for someone who doesn’t long for me and fighting for a love whose chances    of blooming was low from the very start. I learned that reality hurts more than    wounds and bruises and that fairy tales don’t always have a happy ending.    But I wouldn’t trade my memories with her for anything because even though    she was the reason why I cried many times, had that saddest moment in my life…    She made me smile more than any person could have and to her I felt the love    I thought I’d never feel for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;© Pipan P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-536988179825044380?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/536988179825044380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=536988179825044380' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/536988179825044380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/536988179825044380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-i-fell.html' title='When I Fell'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-5722225058102466662</id><published>2008-01-01T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T02:43:46.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post for 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!! and it's official, I thought I wouldn't be able to post something for the new year but here I am.&lt;br /&gt;This post, although I've only recently started posting here about three-four days ago (transferring from another blog address and all), is my first post for the new year! Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up very late this afternoon, about 2pm or something. I slept early actually, early in the morning so you can't blame me for waking up late, although I've been doing it a lot these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been planning to write/upload some of my stories, and probably post some finished short stories here sometime. Apparently, I still need to read them again before uploading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/4948345456690797930-5722225058102466662?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5722225058102466662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=5722225058102466662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/5722225058102466662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/5722225058102466662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-first-post-for-2008.html' title='My First Post for 2008'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-6881739355466048989</id><published>2007-12-31T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T04:28:31.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know it's still the 31st of December and not yet officially the New Year, but I might not have the time to post a 'Happy New Year' post on New Years Day, I might though... but I'll just post this post here to make sure I post a post for New Years day!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank God for 2007, for all the blessings that He has bestowed upon us.&lt;br /&gt;Thank the people who made this year wonderful for us.&lt;br /&gt;May we forgive those who did us wrong.&lt;br /&gt;May this New Year bring us more happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So although it's still a bit early to say, I'd like to welcome the New Year 2008!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/4948345456690797930-6881739355466048989?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6881739355466048989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=6881739355466048989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/6881739355466048989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/6881739355466048989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-8440605611246437802</id><published>2007-12-30T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T04:02:06.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Phone Call Away Chapter 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is Chapter 4 of A Phone Call Away. I've read it again and I was thinking twice about posting it. Anyways, I'll just post it here, but please tell me what you think about it, if it's getting boring or anything... I've already prepared myself, but don't make it too hard for me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://geocities.com/pipansfiction/APCA_ch04"&gt;A Phone Call Away Chapter 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/4948345456690797930-8440605611246437802?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8440605611246437802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=8440605611246437802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/8440605611246437802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/8440605611246437802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2007/12/phone-call-away-chapter-4.html' title='A Phone Call Away Chapter 4'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-1891238341465945091</id><published>2007-12-29T22:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T22:47:11.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just moved in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, The posts with little time difference... lol I just moved in to blogspot. I will be posting my recent chapters here, probably some rants or some comments or some ideas or just anything that comes into my head. I'm still not done reviewing my 4th chapter for 'An Angel Appears', but I'll be posting it soon, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok... I've been watching Fate Stay Night since this morning and I'm very affected with how things turned out. My dear Archer -sob- he -hiccup- he d-died... NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! I still can't accept it until this time. Anyways, I'll be reading some of the stories I made and will try to see if I should post them here.&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/4948345456690797930-1891238341465945091?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1891238341465945091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=1891238341465945091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/1891238341465945091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/1891238341465945091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-moved-in.html' title='Just moved in'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-3441565484313702850</id><published>2007-12-29T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T22:48:05.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Angel Appears Chapter 3 for Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64);"&gt;It's already 3:02 am but I still couldn't sleep... lol insomniac I guess, I hope it doesn't last long because I'll be needing lots of sleep soon and I will also need to wake up early after the holidays, I've already almost missed 2 examinations because of waking up late and I don't want those things to happen again. I must get used to waking up early and sleeping early soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64);"&gt;So, nothing much, I've just finished, well not really finished, but made a Chapter 3 for an Eyeshield 21 fanfiction. I'm still thinking twice if I'm going to upload it to fanfiction.net, so I need help. If you're not too busy, I hope you could perhaps read the chapter (well it's the third, but just contact me if you need the first two chaps, or... hmm... the link, I forgot the address of the story, I'll edit this post when I am not too lazy to look it up.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64);"&gt;I'll still need to read Chapter 4 of 'A Phone Call Away' again before posting the link here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64);"&gt;Oh, and I'd like to thank Reich for the Fate Stay Night Episodes, I enjoyed them a lot, I still haven't finished them though (Sorry Reich, Joni, but I'll claim Issei, Archer, Swordsman and Saber) hehe, I still haven't finished it yet, but I'll claim more when I see more characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64);"&gt;Belated Happy Birthday to my honey, Shirota Yu!! his birthday's on the 26th of December same with my younger sister. I wanted to make a post for it on my blog, the anime reflection one but I haven't had the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64);"&gt;So here's the link for the 3rd Chapter, still for review of An Angel Appears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/strong&gt;I don't own the anime/manga eyeshield 21. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64);"&gt;An Angel Appears Chapter 3 (fr) --&gt; removed the link, I've already uploaded the file&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64);"&gt;I'm planning on uploading my other fictions, but I'll do that tomorrow, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-3441565484313702850?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3441565484313702850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=3441565484313702850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/3441565484313702850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/3441565484313702850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2007/12/angel-appears-chapter-3-for-review.html' title='An Angel Appears Chapter 3 for Review'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-130359405440884589</id><published>2007-12-29T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T22:31:03.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Phone Call Away Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;Chapter 2 for A Phone Call Away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a festival, a ball, training camp... Summary's not my thing but please read anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't linked the chapters on the story page but I'll work with it sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's the link to chapter 2, hope you like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://geocities.com/pipansfiction/APCA_ch02.htm"&gt;A Phone Call Away Chapter 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4948345456690797930-130359405440884589?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/130359405440884589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=130359405440884589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/130359405440884589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/130359405440884589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2007/12/phone-call-away-chapter-2.html' title='A Phone Call Away Chapter 2'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948345456690797930.post-396561125608064345</id><published>2007-12-29T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T22:48:31.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Phone Call Away Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="text"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64);"&gt;To the rich and powerful, arranged marriage is a given. Asakura Ryuu has never known a friend of their family's who haven't had their marriage arranged. His is also close to be settled, because on the evening of the coming day, he will be meeting his fiance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="text"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64);"&gt;A love fiction made by me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="text"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://geocities.com/pipansfiction/APCA_ch01.htm"&gt;A Phone Call Away Chapter 1&lt;/a&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/4948345456690797930-396561125608064345?l=pipansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/396561125608064345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4948345456690797930&amp;postID=396561125608064345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/396561125608064345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4948345456690797930/posts/default/396561125608064345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipansfiction.blogspot.com/2007/12/phone-call-away-chapter-1.html' title='A Phone Call Away Chapter 1'/><author><name>Pipan P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09669925172390071064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2u5Hsanjudc/R4TkzlQif5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8QXxk9hyTDU/S220/natsumeava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
