<?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-2602191079019359620</id><updated>2012-02-06T02:04:52.755+08:00</updated><category term='idolmaster'/><category term='slice of life'/><category term='Macross'/><category term='nanoha'/><category term='mai-hime'/><category term='May&apos;n'/><category term='library wars'/><category term='perfume'/><category term='SS'/><category term='Kargo'/><category term='Final Fantasy'/><category term='communication 5.0'/><category term='Tagged'/><category term='神聖'/><category term='Fushi Yuugi'/><title type='text'>Communication 5.0.</title><subtitle type='html'>I thought was I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf mutes. That way I wouldn't have any goddam stupid useless conversations with anybody. 
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While Writings and Illustrations were made for man to scorn and love, that keeps(the impossible)us alive.
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Impressive.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-7420213005005084124</id><published>2012-01-25T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T00:21:25.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hello everyone, readers and reviewers and what not and is. You must be wondering what in the world I have been up to because everything has been untouched and left to the dust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I have moved&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.freshpack.blogspot.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; (press 'here')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Not much there since I just started anew and will be changing soon,again...oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Then again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-7420213005005084124?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/7420213005005084124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-everyone-readers-and-reviewers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/7420213005005084124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/7420213005005084124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-everyone-readers-and-reviewers.html' title='Moved.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-2086730487960626461</id><published>2011-03-11T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T13:59:35.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macross'/><title type='text'>Lucky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="347" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0x_XxPLpUDk" title="YouTube video player" width="422"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It seems like Macross Frontier had met Perfume at Tokyo Dome on the way to the movies. Or is it more or less, Kanno had met Nakata on the street. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The recent ablum, Macross Frontier Wings of Goodbye netabare album the end of&amp;nbsp; 'triangle'. May'n and Megumi had their fair share of songs. Much like 'Cosmic Cuune' it felt to me like the songstress of the Galaxy is waning after her peak. The new tracks, are to me, a tad bit all over the place and messy, especially 'Nyan Nyan final attack frontier Greatest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;☆&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hits' which I came out feeling a little bit thrown around in my seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;All in all, I still for the best for the May'n and Megumi for the years to come. They have already come so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Deculture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cheers! &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/2602191079019359620-2086730487960626461?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/2086730487960626461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2011/03/lucky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/2086730487960626461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/2086730487960626461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2011/03/lucky.html' title='Lucky.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0x_XxPLpUDk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-4434224685114634639</id><published>2010-12-13T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T21:59:11.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May&apos;n'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>Cosmic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="341" width="422"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Ybxucq1OZE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Ybxucq1OZE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="422" height="341"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Happy Merry Christmas with/out you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Among the other tracks in 'Cosmic Cuune', May'n and Megumi did very well in this piece, portraying their voice as Sheryl and Ranka and I could vividly imagine the few casted crew of Macross Frontier in front of the recording mikes and singing their hearts out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not only that, Kamiya Hiroshi tunes very well with May'n that it makes that the best of the whole song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was just a tad disappointed to hear May'n, overall, not singing as she usually would as Sheryl. Well, that would be my view, so I hope no offence has been taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Empty Diamond Crevasse' is still one of the best songs I have heard from her as Sheryl and '雨に咲く花' from her as herself; I wish her to best in 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Megumi has improved a lot and I am very happy for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deculture! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To my Mai-Hime SS readers, something new -at last- from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, first, I apologise. I have been busy and unable to write anything for quite sometime. However, no worries, I have a bucket of ideas waiting to be poured out into my incomplete stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mai-Hime SS 'Companion' would be revisited and revised to create more depth into each character and the settings which they live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Innocent Starters' would enter the next season of Spring, a request from a dear reader that has been 'harassing' me to write the next chapter. It will be done. Sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Akeome the longest battle' will be revisited and rewritten into a totally new story. It was after all the first story I had written for Mai-Hime and I pay a tribute to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For something new and experimental, either 'Ceramic Girl' or 'Meet me in the middle' will make my full one shot comeback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hope you look forward to it as I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hope I will not disappoint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I will do my best as I have done in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;お疲れ様でした。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Cheers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-4434224685114634639?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/4434224685114634639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/12/cosmic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/4434224685114634639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/4434224685114634639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/12/cosmic.html' title='Cosmic.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-571232129538396186</id><published>2010-11-29T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T00:51:31.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfume'/><title type='text'>MAMA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="341" width="422"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RA_J114oh4U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RA_J114oh4U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="422" height="341"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Though the Music Asian Awards 2010 was a huge disappointment for me, at least the presence of Perfume and Chemistry made it a lot easier to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I could not catch the first part at 6 when they walked down the red carpet, but I did catch their performance live on tele and do I feel great watching them come this far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Congratulations and Good luck for 2011 and more, Perfume!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;お疲れ様でした！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cheers! &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/2602191079019359620-571232129538396186?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/571232129538396186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/11/mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/571232129538396186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/571232129538396186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/11/mama.html' title='MAMA.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-7479019847484125479</id><published>2010-11-15T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T02:31:46.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfume'/><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="262" width="422"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Sw_6mRfxGM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Sw_6mRfxGM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="422" height="262"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Hello x iida CM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I managed to find it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;And this - which is just simply memorable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;to me - :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;object height="341" width="422"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQlWQoQLQps?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQlWQoQLQps?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="422" height="341"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have to admit, I sing like her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;AFAX (or A FAX, something I rather say and have a laugh) was somewhat ... Nonetheless I enjoyed it as much as someone that supports the japanese anime culture, I just hope they bring in Sakamoto Maaya or maybe even Perfume, surely someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And Subway...I swear I'm going to get that lightsaber torch light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cheers!&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/2602191079019359620-7479019847484125479?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/7479019847484125479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/11/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/7479019847484125479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/7479019847484125479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/11/hello.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-3411519922627540024</id><published>2010-11-07T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:46:20.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfume'/><title type='text'>1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Happy 10th Anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="262" width="422"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dUT53CCOKeA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dUT53CCOKeA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="422" height="262"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Thank you Perfume, Nakata and Mikiko sensei, for the wonderful songs and the colourful performances in held live Tokyo Dome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;All the best for the years to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Then again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Cheers!&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/2602191079019359620-3411519922627540024?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/3411519922627540024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/11/1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/3411519922627540024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/3411519922627540024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/11/1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11.html' title='1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-7157306095992832697</id><published>2010-10-31T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T14:32:24.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfume'/><title type='text'>ねぇ!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="262" width="422"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tcnTOwZj7D0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tcnTOwZj7D0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="422" height="262"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ねぇ!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nakata sensei knows how to give surprises, much like for Perfume previous single Voice/ 575 and now,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ねぇ with an awesome new tune and MV to go along with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It is definitely worth the wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Then again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-7157306095992832697?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/7157306095992832697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/7157306095992832697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/7157306095992832697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_31.html' title='ねぇ!!!!!'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-6017376556666305496</id><published>2010-10-17T15:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T15:36:06.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>Golden.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Golden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/TLqeu0ViRLI/AAAAAAAAAf8/8FbVrs_7E-k/s1600/gtl-fma-cf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/TLqeu0ViRLI/AAAAAAAAAf8/8FbVrs_7E-k/s320/gtl-fma-cf.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To the other side of aki-square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Thanks for helping me all this while!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I have no idea how to express my gratitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Something worth a few laughs- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Original Russ-K CM+ News:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;object height="332" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hdBlThm0my8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hdBlThm0my8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="332"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;News + Mai-Otome:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="332" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZOjLVfjhFgw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZOjLVfjhFgw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="332"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; And News + Lupin + Colour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;object height="332" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/crzF4UKcmzQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/crzF4UKcmzQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="332"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Awesome 'xxxx'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nonetheless, I realised that it is quite easy once you have original. That is why it can spawn a Naruto ver, Basara ver, P4 ver, Rurouni Kenshin ver, FF ver, Monster Hunter ver...(name a show) ver. Name it and one has the time, you have it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;300 only, not that bad than compared to a 1000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;*Not a News fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cheers!&amp;nbsp;&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/2602191079019359620-6017376556666305496?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/6017376556666305496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/10/golden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/6017376556666305496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/6017376556666305496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/10/golden.html' title='Golden.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/TLqeu0ViRLI/AAAAAAAAAf8/8FbVrs_7E-k/s72-c/gtl-fma-cf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-7751496285801100263</id><published>2010-10-15T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T14:24:41.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfume'/><title type='text'>ねぇ。</title><content type='html'>'ねぇ'&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;is the title of Perfume's the new upcoming single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/TLfvsRnZERI/AAAAAAAAAf4/JKjhf6XELKI/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-15+at+PM+01.54.10.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/TLfvsRnZERI/AAAAAAAAAf4/JKjhf6XELKI/s320/Screen+shot+2010-10-15+at+PM+01.54.10.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; The song is featured on NATURAL BEAUTY BASIC new fall/winter collection CM. On the mini site:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;http://perfume.naturalbeautybasic.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The CM with all three &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Goodness, what happened to Nocchi's hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;- :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_YG68A6aM1M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_YG68A6aM1M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And for something to remember, which I have not seen for a long time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-QDijPOF-jk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-QDijPOF-jk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;SmapxPerfume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&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/2602191079019359620-7751496285801100263?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/7751496285801100263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/7751496285801100263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/7751496285801100263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='ねぇ。'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/TLfvsRnZERI/AAAAAAAAAf4/JKjhf6XELKI/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-10-15+at+PM+01.54.10.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-4851740280790073149</id><published>2010-10-05T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:18:31.009+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>Replay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Play,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pause,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Replay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For all Mai-Hime fans! This is for you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Replay: Dance once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/TKs8UQBvV4I/AAAAAAAAAfw/3a36FBPVQh0/s1600/replay-f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/TKs8UQBvV4I/AAAAAAAAAfw/3a36FBPVQh0/s320/replay-f.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Random Thought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;What does Natsuki do when her guns run out of bullets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Amusing, much to say, because I have never seen her stop to reload. I guess she either has super fast hands that it takes only a split second to reload, or that she fires blanks...knowing that whatever she shoots at, none of her bullets do any actual damage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Nonetheless, Natsuki is still awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;'Replay: dance one more' is not going to be the title of my next Mai-Hime SS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Sadly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Recently, having watched Mai-Hime all the way to Mai-Otome Sifr, I realised that I have been neglecting my inner urge to draw some ShizNat. With that, I wished Mai-Hime could have a re-run and maybe if all the fans in Jp and the world throw in a little more support, a movie could be green lit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Fingers-crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Then again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/2602191079019359620-4851740280790073149?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/4851740280790073149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/10/replay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/4851740280790073149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/4851740280790073149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/10/replay.html' title='Replay.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/TKs8UQBvV4I/AAAAAAAAAfw/3a36FBPVQh0/s72-c/replay-f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-2039805461891777544</id><published>2010-10-04T16:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T22:53:40.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macross'/><title type='text'>Circle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Stripe Pattern is one of my favourite circles in touhou (PC is still the best) and I cannot believe that I missed out on something new during the recent C78.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Something for sharing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="332" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m789EwnysZI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m789EwnysZI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="255" height="216"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And not to forget a little bit of macross, once in a while. Teaser to the second movie. Macross Frontier : Wings of Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="332" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/73Uk-0oQXPQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/73Uk-0oQXPQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="255" height="216"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Until then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cheers!&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/2602191079019359620-2039805461891777544?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/2039805461891777544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/10/stripe-pattern-is-one-of-my-favourite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/2039805461891777544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/2039805461891777544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/10/stripe-pattern-is-one-of-my-favourite.html' title='Circle.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-5056257106207130833</id><published>2010-07-23T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T01:19:21.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfume'/><title type='text'>Voice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Perfume's up and coming new single [Voice].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to their concert in Tokyo Dome Suidobashi. Their two new songs featured in TV CMs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="332"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OwNSnNjYPsg&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OwNSnNjYPsg&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="332"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="332"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_PSJouofhbI&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_PSJouofhbI&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="332"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakata reminds me of a softer, less daring, De De Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, both of them are the best, well to me, when I am in a need to refresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-5056257106207130833?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/5056257106207130833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/07/voice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/5056257106207130833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/5056257106207130833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/07/voice.html' title='Voice.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-2979716667107503723</id><published>2010-06-09T00:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T01:23:19.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfume'/><title type='text'>Nex!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just a short one to kill time before I zone out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why Pepsi?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Perfume.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have long preferred Pepsi over Coca-cola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I have a perfect reason to stick by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SbPvGXJOw0I&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SbPvGXJOw0I&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfume did a cover of 'Lovefool' by The Cardigans, music and sound arrangement done by their music producer Yasutaka Nakata (Capsule).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my urge to go to their 10th anniversary concert is raging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Sorry if the video is cut off by the column. It was the smallest it could get for the embed code.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-2979716667107503723?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/2979716667107503723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/06/nex.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/2979716667107503723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/2979716667107503723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/06/nex.html' title='Nex!'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-4423484344529352749</id><published>2010-04-05T16:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:25:24.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>License.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After so long;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eskimo-Pino~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/S7mhxv6zhGI/AAAAAAAAAdg/FmDOb6YN6cw/s1600/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/S7mhxv6zhGI/AAAAAAAAAdg/FmDOb6YN6cw/s200/DSC00061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456570299584840802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/S7mhzERiwEI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-F3K69a_F00/s1600/20100403-1ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/S7mhzERiwEI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-F3K69a_F00/s200/20100403-1ff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456570322228789314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Mai-Hime Saga continues! News coming this Summer 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With it, a lot more new exciting new merchandises...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One that I cannot help myself to gawk at, even though I have to wait for it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/S7mjr4y7uDI/AAAAAAAAAeA/q2IqafFIgzY/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-04-05+at+PM+04.44.17.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/S7mjr4y7uDI/AAAAAAAAAeA/q2IqafFIgzY/s200/Screen+shot+2010-04-05+at+PM+04.44.17.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456572397911783474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Every time she comes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just gets a whole lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akira-ii and I came together to do a simple collaboration; after much hesitation since we had nothing in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, thus, therefore, we ended up doing one with our own on-the-spot characters to put in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rushed, like always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/S7mhySiVDEI/AAAAAAAAAdo/mY7-sXXElzY/s1600/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/S7mhySiVDEI/AAAAAAAAAdo/mY7-sXXElzY/s200/DSC00065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456570308877421634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To akira-ii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I'll try to get a better captured copy sent over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my SS readers, my delay is inexcusable, but I hope you can still withstand this long wait until my next update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Till the new winds bring along new stories to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will still support the stories I have written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very common we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet unlikely it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We(I) whine, complain, fuss and pick a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We(I) sulk, groan, moan and leave a bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We(I) scream, shout, yell and create a bout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we(I) realise that we say that same thing, over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny...since we are suppose to be fresh copies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, why thank you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am copyrighted&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your own license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-4423484344529352749?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/4423484344529352749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/04/license.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/4423484344529352749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/4423484344529352749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/04/license.html' title='License.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/S7mhxv6zhGI/AAAAAAAAAdg/FmDOb6YN6cw/s72-c/DSC00061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-4559233674113028126</id><published>2010-02-17T18:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:46:56.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>Reinstein.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/S3vIcHPdyVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/H6Lb-q-SiCc/s1600-h/20100130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/S3vIcHPdyVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/H6Lb-q-SiCc/s200/20100130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439161360285813074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aki called me, not long ago to wish me a Happy New Year, and her presence reminded me of the something that I, hopefully remembered, to do for her. 'Deep Purple', for her well written odd pairing SS for Macross Frontier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is so odd about Brera and Sheryl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they work perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though how subtle it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/S3vIcQlou_I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xnk-_SGQE6E/s1600-h/20100212-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/S3vIcQlou_I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xnk-_SGQE6E/s200/20100212-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439161362794724338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For Terry and the coming new one shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Sora no Woto is still airing and not yet completed in both manga and animation -pardon off the written book-, 'Dandelion Love' is written for the seemingly subtle budding adolescence romance for Filicia and Rio. It may be one-sided, but at least, I have now given it a shot at writing such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or have I, already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the season is completed, 'till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ceramic Girl', 'Paper Doll' and 'Companion' are due to come, soon, as I have said. No worries, rest assured. I don't abandon such things that make my readers happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy reader makes the writer happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardboard is interestingly much like us(me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemingly strong when dry and sadly weak to the boot when wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, we(I) are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that, it depends on when the bucket pours and the sun shines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like King Gindora, even though how sexually charged Aida depicts him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much like the octopus who became erotically pumped up by Hokusai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-4559233674113028126?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/4559233674113028126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/02/reinstein.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/4559233674113028126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/4559233674113028126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/02/reinstein.html' title='Reinstein.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/S3vIcHPdyVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/H6Lb-q-SiCc/s72-c/20100130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-1611203789014546205</id><published>2010-01-05T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T00:45:49.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kargo'/><title type='text'>Fresh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For just a little longer;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save the princess of my kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been craving for corn lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. Craving. For. Sweet. Corn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been picking up a lot of things lately, for this new year, I aim to sail pass my new limits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smooth or rough waters, strong winds or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can, I know I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just please, don't be lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a Fresh New Year, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Original,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Work in progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/S0IUijB22WI/AAAAAAAAAdI/YPXsPlo9KoE/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2010-01-05+at+AM+12.08.39.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/S0IUijB22WI/AAAAAAAAAdI/YPXsPlo9KoE/s200/Screen+shot+2010-01-05+at+AM+12.08.39.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422919485058636130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange, orange, orange; like the Great Sun, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Okami&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have moved from forlorn to broken. Sadly back again to forlorn; or I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a new year for my SS, both original and Mai-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hime&lt;/span&gt;; I plan to finish the frequently viewed ones and move on to complete the rest and start on a new one that struck me like no other impulses I have gotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one, will be one I plan to finish, one-shot or not, at one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the crusade, it will be written for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the originals, and for the owner of my collar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Communication 5.0&lt;/span&gt;' is the roar that will one day, once again, be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some that are masked by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;willfulness&lt;/span&gt;, and some are masked by extroversion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some that are masked by God apparently only knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet what lies beneath is unknown, seemingly to themselves(me) and scarcely to others. Terrifying yet somewhat internally warming and encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;snicker&lt;/span&gt; and mock each other behind our own (weak?) mask, layered with emotions and determination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we are all scheming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though when we(I) think we(am) are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-1611203789014546205?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/1611203789014546205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/01/fresh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/1611203789014546205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/1611203789014546205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2010/01/fresh.html' title='Fresh.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/S0IUijB22WI/AAAAAAAAAdI/YPXsPlo9KoE/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-01-05+at+AM+12.08.39.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-8133532889728125305</id><published>2009-12-31T22:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:59:46.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kargo'/><title type='text'>楽書時間。</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;楽書時間...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SzyvXqdel0I/AAAAAAAAAc4/z-jj3fSrFKg/s1600-h/rakugaki2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 62px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SzyvXqdel0I/AAAAAAAAAc4/z-jj3fSrFKg/s200/rakugaki2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421400872517015362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second version of 'rakugaki jikan' and I prefer this to the first version that is uploaded at deviantart. It is as spacious and free as it can be and as I like it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'This sucks...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It downright does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on 2010; welcome the year of the Tiger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am sending it to the kitchen; for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SzyxBloeKBI/AAAAAAAAAdA/X8rLTvlO7G8/s1600-h/20091231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SzyxBloeKBI/AAAAAAAAAdA/X8rLTvlO7G8/s200/20091231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421402692287080466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work in progress; for the other side of edible square soy product, akira-ii, this is how it starts and I don't think my hand wanted to move after 5 minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my SS readers...I hope there are still some of them still reading, my sadly unfinished works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am LAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ceramic Girl' is almost done and is going through one more round up before editing. It will be uploaded soon, I hope as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Paper Doll' the next chapter, will have a new unlikely character introduced into the story and I hope I will still be able to write it as well as I first started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope, after not writing for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for my rambling, one does not need to read it unless you want to. A Funny thought; I need to get it off my chest, before I go haywire in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that music, funny it may seem, does wonders to me. And I like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a list after noticing what makes me what and what helps me. It's somewhat like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May'n eases my anger; utmost sexy.&lt;br /&gt;Perfume brings me to seventh heaven; seemingly higher than I can go.&lt;br /&gt;SMAP exclaims vacation, Bang Bang Vancance!&lt;br /&gt;Thirty seconds to Mars sends me abound; right pass Mars.&lt;br /&gt;Train and Switchfoot brings me home; like no other place.&lt;br /&gt;S Club makes space like no other; settled with love.&lt;br /&gt;Joe Hisashi, Jimmy Sommers, Hiromi and Acoustic Alchemy sets me in the mood; threading out silk faster than a wheel can.&lt;br /&gt;Kanno Yoko rockets me into space; stars seem like only a inch away.&lt;br /&gt;Do As Infinity shakes the house; he complains a little too much, like I care, slightly.&lt;br /&gt;Blue pushes the wrong buttons at times; I can't fathom why, but they do.&lt;br /&gt;The Fray chokes my lungs; sometimes I need to breath a little more.&lt;br /&gt;Vertical Horizon, Lifehouse and Goo goo dolls turns back time; nostalgic, but I like it.&lt;br /&gt;Gorillaz and Tsukasa winds me; Level up.&lt;br /&gt;Frank Sinatra calms the seas; a windy days makes no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly silence, it infuriates me...at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's song is the best, it gives me life as it gives rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all, like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a New Year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last post of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-8133532889728125305?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/8133532889728125305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/8133532889728125305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/8133532889728125305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='楽書時間。'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SzyvXqdel0I/AAAAAAAAAc4/z-jj3fSrFKg/s72-c/rakugaki2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-561315598344270661</id><published>2009-12-29T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:23:19.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kargo'/><title type='text'>Merry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ho Ho Ho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, brandy and ale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, I'm stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, or might I say I'm a 'little' late for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays and have a happy New Year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SzoB-dO9yFI/AAAAAAAAAcw/oJnsekApJGY/s1600-h/20091217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SzoB-dO9yFI/AAAAAAAAAcw/oJnsekApJGY/s200/20091217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420647274004727890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you not see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no comfort for three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a short one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm doing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-561315598344270661?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/561315598344270661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/561315598344270661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/561315598344270661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry.html' title='Merry.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SzoB-dO9yFI/AAAAAAAAAcw/oJnsekApJGY/s72-c/20091217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-7773143844855868520</id><published>2009-12-17T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T00:36:55.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kargo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Final Fantasy'/><title type='text'>ORH NEE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Chess and Checkers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump five and you reach me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all Jacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been posting anything here lately and I have my friends coming after me...ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So L.Y., this post is written just for you! You better leave a comment or something or you're going to get it from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heheh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SypTyQuOZ0I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yoRP0GiuXtI/s1600-h/20092911-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SypTyQuOZ0I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yoRP0GiuXtI/s200/20092911-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416233624813856578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bare beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you not see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no comfort for three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SypTyDfmAjI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Rk5hcaUIN58/s1600-h/20091203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SypTyDfmAjI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Rk5hcaUIN58/s200/20091203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416233621262828082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illusory Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you not see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no comfort for three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This...trash, or what I call it, has something I love to laugh at. I had no idea what was going through my mind, but why not, I told myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took history, why not I do something to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SypTy5z6TWI/AAAAAAAAAco/u9s0W705QWA/s1600-h/20091213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SypTy5z6TWI/AAAAAAAAAco/u9s0W705QWA/s200/20091213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416233635843558754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the lovely weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy XIII IS ON SALE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Lighting! ON A PS3, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretentious beings, seemingly do not need to be told what to do, what to say, how to act and how to behave...or seemingly walk around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They after all give a show for us to see, do they not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A unique one that describes them, each as a individual and as someone that, seemingly knows wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, annoyance strikes inside, for some particular reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Can't you just shut up?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (I) can, but do we(I) want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-7773143844855868520?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/7773143844855868520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/12/orh-nee.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/7773143844855868520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/7773143844855868520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/12/orh-nee.html' title='ORH NEE!'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SypTyQuOZ0I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yoRP0GiuXtI/s72-c/20092911-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-3191413480542015493</id><published>2009-11-28T00:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T02:14:30.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May&apos;n'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kargo'/><title type='text'>RE: Check.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Universal bunny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Sw_6MhLVkhI/AAAAAAAAAbw/0frocvSJsF0/s1600/20091113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Sw_6MhLVkhI/AAAAAAAAAbw/0frocvSJsF0/s200/20091113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408816770466550290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nothing gets better than standing four rows from the stage and jumping, quite madly to the songs of May'n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFA 09 'I love Ani Song concert' was a blast, and nothing was stopping me from going to the Sunday night concert to watch May'n for the second time, live, in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insanely high, after Yoshiki's fantastic performance, May'n's appearance on the stage just made everything more exhilarating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total of around 12 songs were sung this year round, including a new song from the Macross Frontier movie and 3 new songs from her Styles ablum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink monsoon (opening)&lt;br /&gt;Universal Bunny&lt;br /&gt;YOUR ROCK&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Be Myself&lt;br /&gt;ライオン -May'n バージョン&lt;br /&gt;キミシニタモウコトナカレ&lt;br /&gt;Northern Cross&lt;br /&gt;May'n☆Space&lt;br /&gt;Get Ready&lt;br /&gt;射手座☆午後九時 Don't be late (ending)&lt;br /&gt;ダイアモンド クレバス (encore with Yoshiki Fukuyama on guitar)&lt;br /&gt;Dynamite explosion (encore with Yoshiki Fukuyama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to snap a picture of Yoshiki when he was signing but I was unable to get one of May'n, since the AFA staff literally took one's camera away to delete any photo of May'n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I was unable to give May'n an illustration to her face to face, this year was the same, but at least I was able to meet May'n's Manager, face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome, even though I wasn't able to pass it directly to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that May'n was changing and was too tired to come out herself, so on her behalf he helped me pass it over to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We are extremely happy for your support.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speechless, I just nodded and grinned. He took the illustration from me and looked at it before exclaiming, quite wowed by the sight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'This is great! It really looks like her.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scratched my chin and passed another grin, not really knowing what to say but nod my head; guessing that I was acting like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said something to the translator and they shared knowing nods and smiles. He turned to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Where are from?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply replied that I was from Singapore and he nodded his head in acknowledgement. He continued,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Did you come last year?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered positively and added the part where I passed something to May'n too. He gave out a long note and a few nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued something about coming next year and finally, he gave me a small bow and smiled,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Thank you for giving this to May'n.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had almost forgot something and I quickly reached into my pocket and pulled out the small taiyaki, placing it onto the surface of the illustration. At the sight of it, he chuckled,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Taiyaki?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and said his thanks once again, telling me to come again next year to watch Ma'yn once more, deeply appreciating my support. I nodded and sincerely thanked him, watching his figure with the translator disappear back stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*'Universal bunny', Sheryl's mini album and 'Styles', May'n 1st full album is out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re:Check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Sw_6OFFMvhI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/MIub2KQMI1Y/s1600/20091127-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Sw_6OFFMvhI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/MIub2KQMI1Y/s200/20091127-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408816797284351506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Jester Jack jumps over the jarring Juvenile that justifies the jolly Judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Sw_6N9pKRAI/AAAAAAAAAcI/YIQiEZHLyO0/s1600/20091127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Sw_6N9pKRAI/AAAAAAAAAcI/YIQiEZHLyO0/s200/20091127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408816795287700482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kingdom's Pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you not see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no comfort of three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Sw_6NjK_xOI/AAAAAAAAAcA/NMYYAgQgUsk/s1600/20091127-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Sw_6NjK_xOI/AAAAAAAAAcA/NMYYAgQgUsk/s200/20091127-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408816788181861602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang Kid Bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you not see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no comfort for three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Sw_6M1QFZfI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zLj9WUW4VNs/s1600/20091119-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Sw_6M1QFZfI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zLj9WUW4VNs/s200/20091119-27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408816775855171058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equinox reign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you not see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no comfort for three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we lose ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we lose our senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we lose our limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we lose(forget?) our memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The (vivid?) memories that remembers the past to remind the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We(I) never learn, don't we(I)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-3191413480542015493?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/3191413480542015493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/11/re-check.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/3191413480542015493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/3191413480542015493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/11/re-check.html' title='RE: Check.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Sw_6MhLVkhI/AAAAAAAAAbw/0frocvSJsF0/s72-c/20091113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-6733062160928343150</id><published>2009-11-17T21:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T23:01:35.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication 5.0'/><title type='text'>RE: Universal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Re: Communication&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SwKpHzTCFBI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/1h9_bPAHwTY/s1600/20091116-m5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SwKpHzTCFBI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/1h9_bPAHwTY/s200/20091116-m5.0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405068454292231186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SwKpHgYi3mI/AAAAAAAAAbI/KwD4tWYWJQo/s1600/20091116-c5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SwKpHgYi3mI/AAAAAAAAAbI/KwD4tWYWJQo/s200/20091116-c5.0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405068449215077986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postively;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is will be a 'to be continued'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*To all that meant to come here looking for a good update: Pardon this post, I'm going nuts on the current wave of Macross Frontier showcase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SwKuuXkpOZI/AAAAAAAAAbY/r9w7HhQgecM/s1600/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SwKuuXkpOZI/AAAAAAAAAbY/r9w7HhQgecM/s200/DSC00006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405074614422944146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Macross Frontier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Fever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From articles in Pash!, cover articles in Newtype to 18 page previews in Animage and lastly to the countdown to the premier of the Macross Frontier Movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11月21日!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;劇場版 マクロスF 虚空歌姫～イツワリノウタヒメ～。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SwKuuzrfHJI/AAAAAAAAAbg/OILifI_nYPY/s1600/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SwKuuzrfHJI/AAAAAAAAAbg/OILifI_nYPY/s200/DSC00007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405074621967834258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'Poor small' Alto, smacked right at the corner of the poster; too bad I didn't catch sight of him when I flipped it open. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A big pardon to those who support Alto - I had to say it out.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SwKxJTx4xNI/AAAAAAAAAbo/x6G0NeMYD-8/s1600/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SwKxJTx4xNI/AAAAAAAAAbo/x6G0NeMYD-8/s200/DSC00011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405077276284470482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'll definitely settle on Brera and Sheryl, anytime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Not only does the Macross Frontier make it's way, so is May'n and Yoshiki Fukuyama who is coming to Singapore for AFA09~! For that, all the way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Deculture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-6733062160928343150?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/6733062160928343150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/11/re-universal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/6733062160928343150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/6733062160928343150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/11/re-universal.html' title='RE: Universal.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SwKpHzTCFBI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/1h9_bPAHwTY/s72-c/20091116-m5.0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-4777452900443710587</id><published>2009-11-03T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:22:28.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kargo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication 5.0'/><title type='text'>RE: Signal Fire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SvAoz6ar3KI/AAAAAAAAAag/4OI5-EhhavQ/s1600-h/20091102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 66px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SvAoz6ar3KI/AAAAAAAAAag/4OI5-EhhavQ/s200/20091102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399860825536847010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signal fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guide me to safety,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SvAo0rLp9wI/AAAAAAAAAaw/1E0DdISlj4g/s1600-h/20091103-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SvAo0rLp9wI/AAAAAAAAAaw/1E0DdISlj4g/s200/20091103-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399860838627145474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Perfect Transgression B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you not see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no comfort for three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SvAo0JmJfpI/AAAAAAAAAao/LuEI0Vz9WBU/s1600-h/20091102-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SvAo0JmJfpI/AAAAAAAAAao/LuEI0Vz9WBU/s200/20091102-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399860829611458194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Testament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you not see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no comfort for three?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Re: Communication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SvAo0xxJHtI/AAAAAAAAAa4/t9Ax2h3fG_o/s1600-h/20091103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SvAo0xxJHtI/AAAAAAAAAa4/t9Ax2h3fG_o/s200/20091103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399860840394989266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hold me close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in there;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sentence, or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Thinking leads to Conclusion. Action leads to Emotion.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranoia leads to disturbance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that thinking too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. How ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (I) complain, we (I) compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet we seemingly forget that no one is a hundred percent perfect. Imperfection seek us and we (I) seek perfection. Immeasurably, we (I) reach out blindly to a goal that we (I) fathom is the truth, the gold, the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end has an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet an end has no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Imperfection seeks no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (I) have no end, for we are seemingly full of flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imperfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, unthinkably, wonderfully, perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-4777452900443710587?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/4777452900443710587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/11/re-signal-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/4777452900443710587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/4777452900443710587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/11/re-signal-fire.html' title='RE: Signal Fire.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SvAoz6ar3KI/AAAAAAAAAag/4OI5-EhhavQ/s72-c/20091102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-4556122050798029841</id><published>2009-11-01T19:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:24:24.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kargo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication 5.0'/><title type='text'>Re: 11.1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Re: Communication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Su1sc9tg2tI/AAAAAAAAAaI/m5mpDy-66LU/s1600-h/20091030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Su1sc9tg2tI/AAAAAAAAAaI/m5mpDy-66LU/s200/20091030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399090773144689362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plausible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Su1sdMVyMhI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/rAsWBqUP-FM/s1600-h/20091031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Su1sdMVyMhI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/rAsWBqUP-FM/s200/20091031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399090777071694354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radioactive decay; disintegration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication 5.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Su1sdY3K_vI/AAAAAAAAAaY/PfzPIj-c-Qk/s1600-h/20091101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Su1sdY3K_vI/AAAAAAAAAaY/PfzPIj-c-Qk/s200/20091101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399090780432957170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perfect Transgression A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you not see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no comfort for three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'O Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether he vainly cursed, or prayed indeed,&lt;br /&gt;The Bullets chirped - In vain! In vain! vain!&lt;br /&gt;Machine-guns chucked, -Tut-tut! Tut-tut!&lt;br /&gt;And the Big Gun guffawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sigh, - 'O Mother, mother! Dad!'&lt;br /&gt;Then smiled, at nothing, childlike, being dead.&lt;br /&gt;And the Shrapnel-cloud&lt;br /&gt;Leisurely gestured, - Fool!&lt;br /&gt;And the falling splinters tittered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My Love!' one moaned. Love-languid seemed his mood.&lt;br /&gt;Till, slowly lowered, his whole face kissed the mud.&lt;br /&gt;And the Bayonet's long teeth grinned;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbles of shells hooted and grunted;&lt;br /&gt;And the Gas hissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Last Laugh'&lt;br /&gt;-Wilfred Owen &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(1893-1918)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passing of Time is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However when one (sadly) exceeds the limits at the present moment, Time becomes agony and sounds reverberating dirges of misery, that lull one to the edge of utter sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that place where an hour seems like a day, dwelling dominant desire radiates with delight. The yearning for comfort is overwhelming that sleep feels like the only path to walk down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one wakes, ears listens for voices, only to find that night has finally come. With that, resides the knowing that daylight has been vanquished, with no one (seemingly) realising that one (has) had stopped Time and seen misery smiling gleefully at the world - at oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you (we) living in the real world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like golden butterflies that flutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-4556122050798029841?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/4556122050798029841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/11/re-111.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/4556122050798029841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/4556122050798029841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/11/re-111.html' title='Re: 11.1.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Su1sc9tg2tI/AAAAAAAAAaI/m5mpDy-66LU/s72-c/20091030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-7229722892587535932</id><published>2009-10-29T21:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:45:40.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kargo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication 5.0'/><title type='text'>RE: 5.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SumebRWg7II/AAAAAAAAAaA/EulFyFB054I/s1600-h/20091029-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 102px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SumebRWg7II/AAAAAAAAAaA/EulFyFB054I/s200/20091029-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398019819731741826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Communication 5.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts are at an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be weary of futile distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SumebJS_V7I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Wq5aErGKvNQ/s1600-h/20091028-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SumebJS_V7I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Wq5aErGKvNQ/s200/20091028-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398019817569474482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Paper Doll' the second chapter of the third arc is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Natsuki&lt;/span&gt; is dying, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shizuru&lt;/span&gt; is at a loss. Can the bonds of long lost adoration restore sanity or will it only bring the downfall to the last paper doll maker? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Can Mai break out of the cycle she has been trapped in, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reverberating&lt;/span&gt; dirges that too lull her to the the brink of insanity? Who does she seek out in return?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your undying patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Re: Kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esteem kisses the hands,&lt;br /&gt;Friendship the forehead,&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure the cheek,&lt;br /&gt;Blissful love the mouth,&lt;br /&gt;Yearning closed eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Desire the hollow hand,&lt;br /&gt;Craving arms and neck,&lt;br /&gt;Rage everywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Franz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grillparzer&lt;/span&gt; 'The Kiss'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Sumea351khI/AAAAAAAAAZw/b4iiCpUl3rQ/s1600-h/20091027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Sumea351khI/AAAAAAAAAZw/b4iiCpUl3rQ/s200/20091027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398019812900573714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-7229722892587535932?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/7229722892587535932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/10/re-50.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/7229722892587535932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/7229722892587535932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/10/re-50.html' title='RE: 5.0'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SumebRWg7II/AAAAAAAAAaA/EulFyFB054I/s72-c/20091029-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-6942892846481449047</id><published>2009-10-22T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:47:42.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kargo'/><title type='text'>RE: Kiss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SuB2R_04tNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/MXsM5P7IMzc/s1600-h/20091022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SuB2R_04tNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/MXsM5P7IMzc/s200/20091022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395442405152961746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Come Raphael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you not see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no comfort for three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SuB2Rt84VZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/OX5gk0DKfYw/s1600-h/20091022-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SuB2Rt84VZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/OX5gk0DKfYw/s200/20091022-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395442400354653586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your Departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you not see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no comfort for three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going off tangent again; well not really, since I was working on 'No Title' when I stumbled on this. Certainly the two is related. I read this somewhere and I'm amazed at the simple fact that a kiss does wonders...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Affection in general has stress-reducing effects. Studies found that increasing the frequency of kissing in marital and cohabiting relationships resulted in a reduction of perceived stress, an increase in relationship satisfaction, and a lowering of cholesterol levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been studied that kissing reduces levels of cortisol, a stress hormone, implying that a good smooch could alleviate stress. Kissing your partner produces calming neurotransmitters that lessen stress and soothe the mind, leaving you feeling happy and full of energy. Hence, regular kissing keeps stress at bay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I unquote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...It continues further on, but I don't think I want to delve further in. Nonetheless, it certainly does show that kisses do help ease stress, and much more, like helping you keep looking younger &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- since we activate like a lot of face muscles when we kiss-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , stimulating you brain, adrenaline rushes, energy boost and etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why not share a kiss, well, with your beloved -not someone else- and led a life much more happier and healthier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-6942892846481449047?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/6942892846481449047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/10/re-kiss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/6942892846481449047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/6942892846481449047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/10/re-kiss.html' title='RE: Kiss.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SuB2R_04tNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/MXsM5P7IMzc/s72-c/20091022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-1836047799632363209</id><published>2009-10-19T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:56:48.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>Venice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still going to believe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In something that doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be little off tangent. Bear with me, since I realised that I really need this off my chest...or else I'm going to feel unsettled for the rest of the days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RE: Venice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an eight page long letter, (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well, not really that long...&lt;/span&gt;) and I found something so intangible hidden well between every photo she slipped inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I lay down and broached the boundary. You put out an arm, a peninsula from your island home to mine. I can sometimes believe that you are there, and that I am there with you, in the same place, but that is as tantalising and impossible as this city, which can be visited but not known, which is inhabited, but by others.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Written in Pensione Seguso, Venice, the fourth picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lovely, yet subtly, unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing my best with the big questions and sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just tremble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to touch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Venice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-1836047799632363209?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/1836047799632363209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/10/venice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/1836047799632363209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/1836047799632363209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/10/venice.html' title='Venice.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-6544289706767306719</id><published>2009-10-18T21:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:45:40.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kargo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication 5.0'/><title type='text'>RE: Communication.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Re: Communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StsT87kB4kI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/QzUul4ol17U/s1600-h/CCI18102009_00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StsT87kB4kI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/QzUul4ol17U/s200/CCI18102009_00000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393926916208190018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we hold onto things we dearly don't want to lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we find pleasures in the smallest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, sometimes, we tend to forget that every thing disappears once you lose sight of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StsT9GpB3cI/AAAAAAAAAZY/2sOqCSbGpq4/s1600-h/CCI18102009_00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StsT9GpB3cI/AAAAAAAAAZY/2sOqCSbGpq4/s200/CCI18102009_00001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393926919181950402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes, living within words...isn't that bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StsT8TuUokI/AAAAAAAAAZI/tcHkOSu-Tik/s1600-h/20091018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StsT8TuUokI/AAAAAAAAAZI/tcHkOSu-Tik/s200/20091018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393926905513943618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bring Burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you not see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no comfort for three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-6544289706767306719?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/6544289706767306719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/10/re-communication.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/6544289706767306719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/6544289706767306719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/10/re-communication.html' title='RE: Communication.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StsT87kB4kI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/QzUul4ol17U/s72-c/CCI18102009_00000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-9009347762419974918</id><published>2009-10-17T00:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T01:28:12.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kargo'/><title type='text'>RE: Monsoon 24/7.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Re: Communication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StinOWVioQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/auKLNdrJ8ZY/s1600-h/27835_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StinOWVioQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/auKLNdrJ8ZY/s200/27835_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393244418732105986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been crazy over it ever since watching the first CM that was released for the movie. Seemingly, I realised May'n voice is just becoming more and more sensuous and overly wonderful that I'm really going to the brink of insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe says it's adrenaline with oxytocin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am crazy for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Original&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StinOhhMWII/AAAAAAAAAY4/12pTw-Y9AZ4/s1600-h/20091016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StinOhhMWII/AAAAAAAAAY4/12pTw-Y9AZ4/s200/20091016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393244421733767298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you not see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no comfort of three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StinPBGFhMI/AAAAAAAAAZA/kwhIpcswH30/s1600-h/20091016-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StinPBGFhMI/AAAAAAAAAZA/kwhIpcswH30/s200/20091016-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393244430210008258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant Gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you not see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no comfort for three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good service is nothing but the desire that people wanted in dire when they are serving, served or well, being served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants good service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, there's a limit to every given service. Be it the person giving and the person receiving. One just can't be foolish to take on an obvious risk and the other just can't ask for too much after one has given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give and be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take and be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, we still complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such greedy people we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-9009347762419974918?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/9009347762419974918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/10/re-monsoon-247.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/9009347762419974918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/9009347762419974918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/10/re-monsoon-247.html' title='RE: Monsoon 24/7.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StinOWVioQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/auKLNdrJ8ZY/s72-c/27835_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-7668244452837788039</id><published>2009-10-15T20:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:12:09.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfume'/><title type='text'>Perfume ささ！</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eskimo Pino x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Night Flight x a magazine&lt;/span&gt; gives you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Perfume x Sasameki Koto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This was what I kept on pause for the first five minutes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Stccna2hG9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/rJvAY0DZjQ4/s1600-h/pefumesasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Stccna2hG9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/rJvAY0DZjQ4/s200/pefumesasa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392810542347918290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think I jumped on my seat from the mere cameo of those three, and I think I started to go insanely high on what followed after,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Stccn5pe7JI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/kH2GoBAXY8I/s1600-h/perfumesasa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 84px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Stccn5pe7JI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/kH2GoBAXY8I/s200/perfumesasa2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392810550614748306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StcdWNtuW1I/AAAAAAAAAYY/lYpOXFlAZYs/s1600-h/perfumesasa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StcdWNtuW1I/AAAAAAAAAYY/lYpOXFlAZYs/s200/perfumesasa3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392811346275228498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StcdWlMyWDI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SbRHoP0DqiY/s1600-h/perfumesasa4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StcdWlMyWDI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SbRHoP0DqiY/s200/perfumesasa4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392811352579528754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StcdXLYtSWI/AAAAAAAAAYo/MtZLOCifKWg/s1600-h/perfumesasa5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StcdXLYtSWI/AAAAAAAAAYo/MtZLOCifKWg/s200/perfumesasa5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392811362830076258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm speechlessly satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a God damn bloody good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-7668244452837788039?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/7668244452837788039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/10/perfume.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/7668244452837788039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/7668244452837788039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/10/perfume.html' title='Perfume ささ！'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Stccna2hG9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/rJvAY0DZjQ4/s72-c/pefumesasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-5587976091895257942</id><published>2009-10-12T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:17:51.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kargo'/><title type='text'>RE: 23.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StNTB45ojmI/AAAAAAAAAYA/lCHJojB5-No/s1600-h/20091012-okaeri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StNTB45ojmI/AAAAAAAAAYA/lCHJojB5-No/s200/20091012-okaeri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391744470811709026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Welcome home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StNTBVV-7kI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3jkkQ_p5P1M/s1600-h/20091011tori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StNTBVV-7kI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3jkkQ_p5P1M/s200/20091011tori.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391744461266939458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you not see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no comfort for three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that my sentence structure fits books like 'Escape from Amsterdam' and 'The Four Letter Word'; and my impalpable romance which I throw in is like a mix of 'Eleven minutes', 'London Call Girl' and my favourite 'Across the Nightingale floor.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I'm so far from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where the sense of humour comes from to give me the notion to laugh when I re-read my SS stories. Maybe, I laugh at myself because I see nothing but mistakes and mistakes over again, which I know I can change accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I believe that I'm creating my own style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am, and I'm proud of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-5587976091895257942?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/5587976091895257942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/10/re-23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/5587976091895257942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/5587976091895257942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/10/re-23.html' title='RE: 23.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StNTB45ojmI/AAAAAAAAAYA/lCHJojB5-No/s72-c/20091012-okaeri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-6353561874506677598</id><published>2009-10-11T12:17:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T15:13:36.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fushi Yuugi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kargo'/><title type='text'>RE: 17.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StFyg8QzkzI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EyZLUKzN5V0/s1600-h/20091011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StFyg8QzkzI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EyZLUKzN5V0/s200/20091011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391216139197190962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ときめきの　導火線が&lt;br /&gt;体じゅうを走ってく&lt;br /&gt;バラバラに　ならないように&lt;br /&gt;シッカリしまくちゃわたし！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ふしぎ遊戯。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StFzKSv7_dI/AAAAAAAAAXY/hechEuDjEmA/s1600-h/20091011-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StFzKSv7_dI/AAAAAAAAAXY/hechEuDjEmA/s200/20091011-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391216849607982546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Despite sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can not you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no comfort for three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ceramic Girl.' will be coming soon to FF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A new one-shot that will be the first off to be part of the 'Challenge series'. The 'Challenge series', as stated, will be open to and for readers to give in their challenges they want me, the writer, to do. The given suggestions will be taken into consideration. No worries, I will try to do all -to my best-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The details to the 'Challenge series' will be given in the ending A/N of 'Ceramic Girl.' I hope everyone is looking forward towards the upload of 'Ceramic Girl.' and the 'Challenge series'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forward shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Paper doll', the first chapter of the third a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;rc will be uploaded very very soon. Soon. What will one expect from Mai who seems to know more than the deeply troubled paper doll maker and the paper doll? Read deep into the head priestess's dark past that seems to be the building blocks of the this certain forbidden affair between Natsuki and Fujino-hime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops; that was quite a spolier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it builds the tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from Mai-Hime SS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'll be hitting off with a new pairing, but no worries, ShizNat will still be in my writing list. It will be a terrible waste to chuck them aside. Anyway, I'm giving the new pairing of MioxMiyafuji from Strike Witches a one-shot to debut. The story, 'Free Bird.' will be set in an AU, but not so AU since I will still be including the battle events of the Neuroi and the places like Fuso and Karsland, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that differs is the that I'm giving them pants and skirts to wear. One would find it weird since Strike Witches' main attraction is the bare legs and 'pants' shots, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; much flesh is sometimes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; sinful, even if it is for fan service. I don't want to be writing about the lingerie they are going to wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just going to be like writing soft porn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be T rated, written for what God knows happens behind closed doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next update, I bow and thank you for your undying patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aki calls it a phone slap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when someone calls and you say hello and the other greets and then hangs up abruptly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call that being just plainly rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, at least Aki got hell from me after she called back. Serves her the hell right to do something like that, especially when one is going through one bloody hell of a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You just don't know when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One could say that their posing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StF_NdyyUmI/AAAAAAAAAXg/OpfroiVAzp4/s1600-h/4878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StF_NdyyUmI/AAAAAAAAAXg/OpfroiVAzp4/s200/4878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391230098251862626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sure off, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; trying with my previous sailing partner and my hoping-to-get-with-sailing partner, but let's say that it was quite a failure. After the shot was taken, I was trying my best to stop snickering while one had already burst of laughing with the other following after. Soon, I ended up laughing like crazy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone was staring at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, it was quite a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I look forward to the next Awards' Night, it has been long since I saw everyone. Especially those who I have been close to and have helped me, I want to see them one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had never seen light, always darkness, or so he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked grimly at me while I stared back him. It wasn't nice when the atmosphere around us is choking and tense on the skin. I never liked it when he was in such a mood. However she had said before that we all go through such a phase, his one, just turned him into someone unlike the person I use to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past him is still there, yet not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present, yet unlikely absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always indignant and grim and there's always a time where I would like to scream at him and say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Aren't we your light?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, where is the judgement for someone that doesn't know deathly silence kills everything even though in dark or light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="kanji" class="supernote-hover-kanji266"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-6353561874506677598?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/6353561874506677598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/10/re-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/6353561874506677598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/6353561874506677598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/10/re-17.html' title='RE: 17.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/StFyg8QzkzI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EyZLUKzN5V0/s72-c/20091011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-7866445449088232287</id><published>2009-10-08T19:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:08:38.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='神聖'/><title type='text'>RE: 1.0. (not)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Ss3T5a2alKI/AAAAAAAAAXI/4LWEzFhSF24/s1600-h/20091008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Ss3T5a2alKI/AAAAAAAAAXI/4LWEzFhSF24/s200/20091008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390197312445912226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;静留は神聖だよ！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I realise that I do not have anything to ramble about, be it about my writings or anything worth being talked about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's nothing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-7866445449088232287?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/7866445449088232287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/10/re-10-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/7866445449088232287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/7866445449088232287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/10/re-10-not.html' title='RE: 1.0. (not)'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Ss3T5a2alKI/AAAAAAAAAXI/4LWEzFhSF24/s72-c/20091008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-2080459924746232406</id><published>2009-10-05T23:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T00:01:52.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>RE: 1.0</title><content type='html'>残酷な天使にように&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;少年よ神話になれ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SsoWqKPM83I/AAAAAAAAAXA/Xu_EYmcB_iw/s1600-h/20091005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SsoWqKPM83I/AAAAAAAAAXA/Xu_EYmcB_iw/s200/20091005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389144817660654450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For all those waiting for something new from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a small postcard that sends out the new title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-2080459924746232406?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/2080459924746232406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/10/re-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/2080459924746232406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/2080459924746232406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/10/re-10.html' title='RE: 1.0'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SsoWqKPM83I/AAAAAAAAAXA/Xu_EYmcB_iw/s72-c/20091005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-1830004767048339486</id><published>2009-09-16T10:34:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T13:52:55.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Final Fantasy'/><title type='text'>RE: 13.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SrBux59P3ZI/AAAAAAAAAWw/MaF395OD4ts/s1600-h/20090910_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SrBux59P3ZI/AAAAAAAAAWw/MaF395OD4ts/s200/20090910_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381923358358101394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Most of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother's love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something for all, something for nothing, something for eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ryone t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o see; innocence is nothing but something you cannot grasp. Even though how young you maybe, it is something even one can't catch properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have passed on, this is for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SrBUfQmN0CI/AAAAAAAAAWg/mRHtJVT16tA/s1600-h/mamarabu_20090916_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SrBUfQmN0CI/AAAAAAAAAWg/mRHtJVT16tA/s200/mamarabu_20090916_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381894450715676706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ramble, I think I have been doing as such. On and on, on the same topic, that I realise that I should once in a while leave the safety of my comfort zone and venture out into the unknown that I always wanted to go in to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll try something different now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off, I think I should be trying something like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I want a PS3! Goddammit!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was quite a kick off, since I've been wanting to scream that out ever since finding out that Final Fantasy versus XIII will only be on PS3. The new series of Fabula Nova Crystallis comes FF XIII and FFversus XIII on PS3 and FFagitoXIII on PSP. At least my older sibling has a PSP, or it will be the end of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure all Final Fantasy fans out there are dying for it to come out. I on the other hand, I'm dying to see who in the world the last two characters are. As usual, Square Enix, doesn't disappoint its audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for me, as usual, I'm already drawn to its soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really look forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from FFXIII, lately I've been digging myself into Dissidia than I thought I would be. It was quite different, since I found myself 'in-action' rather than in the usual 'command' play. It is quite a refresher, since I can find myself drifting off from work to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is different from my usual, but I much like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sick, 24-7, and I feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last post of 'Concerto' was mostly centered on a review and I find myself almost wanting to write another post centered on another intriguing review. Nonetheless, I think I'll be making myself much more depressed than I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;already am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but it is life; live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to another thing shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Innocent starters' the third chapter summer will be out soon, since summer for me is almost over and it is time I put up a good chapter for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I planned another one shot, and I was finding a good date to release it, however, I found out that a lot of my readers recently, have taken a liking to read Natsuki as the original character she is than someone much more OOC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I reconsidered uploading this particular new one-shot and save it somewhere else. I don't want to upset my readers, much more than to disappoint them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Paper doll' the last chapter of the second arc will be released on the 17th of September, which is of tomorrow. Look out for it as it reveals who will be next one to tell the tale of Natsuki and Shizuru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those supporting 'Paper doll', I cannot help but say how happy I am to make it so far. I, myself, is impressed that I was able to write about nineteen chapters and not lose sight of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must return to 'Akeome'. After all, it is the one that pushed me to write more of Mai-Hime SS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Someone wanted me to write something that happened in my daily life, well so, because a blog is much like a tell one about what happened in a day. So as requested, I will. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Very much so, since I have nothing much to write nowadays.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal day for me, will be much like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wake up at 7:30, if my class doesn't start at 8:00. Yank a few clothes off my rack, change and wash up; incredibly in five minutes. Chomp my way through cereal while I read the papers. Hit the road after fifteen minutes max. of eating breakfast and reach the station just on time to take the express train to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Class time varies, since I have lectures and tutorials with the weirdest timing; I can't blame art though. Lunch time is stuffing my face full with whatever I can afford at the canteen. Chug my drink while on the way back to class and survive all the way 'till end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class ends and I take the rush hour train back, finding myself all sweaty, somehow, when I make it back home. Take a bath, eat and I will sit in front of my PC and do something worth doing. In the end, I will eventually find myself reading, writing, or doing little art pieces, before I hit bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time, is usually at around 12 to 2, if I don't find my hands on my elder's game console.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break periods and Holidays, I think I find myself much of a slob:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up at 9 or sometimes even 12, depends on the night before. Take my time to eat, walk around and find myself watching a movie on the couch. Then again, I'll somehow end up at my table doing sketches or simply trying to get something to write or surf about on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sit about for the whole day and just sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit until dinner and the same thing happens. However, if I feel a lot more energetic, I will find myself doing a workout, just to kill the boredom that wraps my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I don't have a life. Much really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it changes, when I have my friends making me go out wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;th them. That is something different, but that's for another day, for another request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to chance upon a story on FF and I am wowed by the fact that it is indeed a very interesting story. Well, it has been published quite a time back and I realised that I could somehow miss the fact about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Monster' by ShayP is wonderfully well written, a combination of good quantity and quality. What more can I say, that she has written a whole new story for those two that I sometimes I find myself speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not a reviewer, much to say, I can't write a decent one. Hence so, I recommend her work, but I think I am well-aware that a lot of Mai-Hime SS readers have already read her on-going work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, I am lagging behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned with Major, that we will meet sometime this week, just to see each other after quite sometime. I realised that I heard the wrong date and thought it was early this week, to find that it was to the end of the week then shall we meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked my diary and realised that it clashed with another date I had set up with A.K and Lala. I snickered, much to find that A.K would be in for the surprise of his life upon finding Major joining the both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the more the merrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more the enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more the unlikely of the unlikely trio of us can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then, I remembered that Major had taken a photo with me and Lala, not to far back when I was still somehow alive with the both of them. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SrB4QtoJh5I/AAAAAAAAAW4/a_WHDLpyw6Q/s1600-h/DSC00347-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 93px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SrB4QtoJh5I/AAAAAAAAAW4/a_WHDLpyw6Q/s200/DSC00347-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381933783228974994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy, one can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all I hope that I can take another with all three of them together. This time, maybe I won't feel as dead as I felt the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For my dear friends, you are my last friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-1830004767048339486?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/1830004767048339486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/09/re-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/1830004767048339486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/1830004767048339486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/09/re-13.html' title='RE: 13.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SrBux59P3ZI/AAAAAAAAAWw/MaF395OD4ts/s72-c/20090910_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-8455107999366919195</id><published>2009-09-04T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:29:30.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>Concerto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My passport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I haven't done anything here for a long time and I think it will be for the best if I gave everyone a long post to read; to catch up with what exactly has been happening to my writing, the reviews, the reviewers and certainly some illustrations/sketches I would to share with readers and all. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(If blogger doesn't fault on me like always)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written especially to misachi, who always tells me to update this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, to kill something that I have been wanting to do for a long time. I had planned to do an illustration for 'To the Ends of the Galaxy' ever since Cyberano had finished uploading on FF.net. However, with alot of things happening here and then, around and within me, I never had to chance to do up a decent illustration that would fit what I have thought about the SS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, seemingly, I made it through that little rough phase of mine and did up an illustration for Cyberano. The below link is to where the final product that Cyberno will use as the cover page for 'To the ends of the Galaxy' pdf format of his Macross Frontier SS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://j-crusader.deviantart.com/art/To-the-Ends-of-the-Galaxy-132844712&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those up for some Sheryl and Ranka fun, feel free to head down to FF.net to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onward to Mai-Hime shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off with something exciting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Paper doll' had kicked off with the first 10 chapters of the Kyoto arc and now followed by the intriguing chapters of the Ise arc. With the second arc coming to a near end, the third arc will be promptly follow the 20th chapter of the second arc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Shizuru and Natsuki having their chance to tell their tale within the two arcs, who will be the special one that will tell the tale of this whole fiasco?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is something everyone will have to guess and certainly wait for what is in store in this twisted story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from 'Paper doll', 'No title' and 'Innoncent starters' will have their following chapters uploaded as soon as my work load has given off. The much awaited results of the poll will be finalised, that means those who haven't voted for your favourite Mai-Hime one-shot, you have little time to do so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging from what I have now, I say, I am quite surprised by what the readers like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Companion' chapter 5, will be put on hold with 'Perfume Jukebox remix' for the moment. Maybe I should do a poll on which story I should be writing on, since I can't seem to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my indeciveness; I apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new one-shot is planned along side the release of 'And I was the concierge.' However, I think that would be put on a hold with everything, since the final chapters of the second arc of 'Paper doll' is making me nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in distaste; right beside an awfull dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've uploaded 'Night Flight', a new one-shot as part of the Mai-Hime one-shot series and I say that I am impressed by the amount of reviews I received saying that it could be part of the Mile High Club. I was struck at first since I had no clue of what in the world was Mile High Club. I checked it out since I kept on reading the same words over and over again in reviews and I realised what the club was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sound as if I have experienced it first hand on a flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't and I swear that I'm still innocent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep like a log on flights and I only wake when the food arrives. I hate the turbulence in the air, and I wonder why I like the wind as much as I like sailing; that's seemingly the weird part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the very matured theme in 'Night Flight', I've had my mind on a particular review that was written for 'No Title'. It wasn't like any normal review, it was seemingly a very good review that rendered me speechless for a good minute or two, before I could get my mind functioning on replying this reviewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a fellow FF.net user, anonymous-n-faceless wrote a review that made me realise a very huge flaw in my writings, and I am beginning to feel restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He/She wrote and I quote from the review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sometimes it irks me that you have to completely alter Natsuki's appearance into something that resembles a male. Altering heights are one thing but tweaking to the point where she she gets mistaken for another gender? At this point it just stops becoming Natsuki LOL. You have no problem keeping Shizuru in her feminine form and while I understand that Natsuki does ride a motorcycle, she's still very feminine.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I personally get irked. I continue quoting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I don't know if I could read any more of your stories because you are changing one of my favorite characters into something I don't recognize anymore.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that I realised that it really hurt. Then again, critism makes everyone stronger, whether you want to embrace or not. I was stunned as I said and I replied earnestly and apologised profusely to He/She that I had not meant to butcher up Natsuki into someone she hardly recognised as Natsuki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that and to anyone that agrees so, I am really really, terribly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my reason:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had already written 'No Title' to match Natsuki's masculine side than to her feminine side. In 'No Title', it hits hard on Natsuki's and Shizuru's personalties seemingly because, everything in this one-shot is completely set in an Alternate Universe where the characters are OOC. Not only that, for Shizuru in this one-shot is new to the world and everything that embraces her and Natsuki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the underlying problem to 'No Title', but if I were to changed it, then 'No Title' wouldn't be the story I wanted it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reflected on the review again and I realised that He/She said 'Sometimes it irks me that you have to completely alter Natsuki's appearance...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was completely baffled, seemingly so, since it implied that I do that to my other stories too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I perfectly understand it if was for 'No Title' but for the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phantasm Finality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos of only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akeome the longest battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocent starters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, all, have to tell me! I hate to say it, but now, I am really terrified to write anything and anymore. Since I don't like to butcher and turn Natsuki and Shizuru into something out of the world and into someone unrecognisable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using OOC...Shouldn't we all have eyes to look out for that too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scares me, very much so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was moved from reading reviews to reviewers and their conversations they have with me. I get reviewers talking to me over chat and two reviewers, I realised, love to have their way with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining, I certainly enjoy the entertainment they give me. Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One shares with me her moments of life; how she chases to be in a relationship and seemingly in every possible way gives me as much amusement to make me laugh in response. Dry or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other however, calls me an adorable cute grunting fuzzy wuzzy plushie lion and teases me endlessly that at the end of the conversation, my face is burning in embarassment and I lose in scoring any points to tease back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It relieves a great load of stress and tension, all just for some attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that, I am grateful to have reviewers that support me in the most unique ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Rachelle and Chloe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make my day, in the uncanniest ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we compare what we have experienced to something that we have not experienced it. Sometimes, we pick on people and categorise them into assorted groups for the majority of us think how these things are suppose to be. Sometimes, We assume and presume that things are like that for what we see, hear and conclude from. Sometimes we imagine that everything is just facts blinded by hearsay, that is blown along by the passing wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we don't realise, that while we think and act so, that we are crushing views from true sight. Sometimes we do not understand that we are not like manufactured cans in a factory line. Sometimes, we don't realise that every one of us is unique and different, very much different even if we think and act in manners alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we just can't accept the fact that we are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somtimes times we just can't say that there is no 'we', for there is really no 'we'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I wonder why things are meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes why I act this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes; don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-8455107999366919195?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/8455107999366919195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/09/concerto.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/8455107999366919195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/8455107999366919195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/09/concerto.html' title='Concerto.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-5732756151644431779</id><published>2009-07-16T22:03:00.041+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T17:00:26.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nanoha'/><title type='text'>Delay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~Once again, I want to thank all those who wished me a happy birthday. Since I don't really celebrate it, it really makes my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I say;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How should I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SmA9h1sBcRI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/JfdIx5x8DKg/s1600-h/20090714-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SmA9h1sBcRI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/JfdIx5x8DKg/s200/20090714-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359351208127590674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As irresponsible as I can ever imagine; I am a very terrible author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above illustration is none other for the up and coming new one shot that everyone has been waiting since 29th June. It is still a pity that I still can't upload anything on FF.net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not as if I have violated something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stripped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mean of getting it uploaded awaits...Anyway:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ease the wait, since I too can barely wait, 'No Title' will be released on a new opening date of the 16th of August. A day later to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;celebrate someone's birthday; that I hope all Mai-Hime fans know whose birthday I'm celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those awaiting 'No Title', 'Companion', 'Paper doll' and 'Perfum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e Jukebox~Remix'. I have something for the entertainment and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to do this with my siblings when we were young and I have foun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d out recently that it is still as enjoyable as it always had been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Sl81rZqd07I/AAAAAAAAAV4/0ZlhmJCVKjw/s1600-h/kano-n1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Sl81rZqd07I/AAAAAAAAAV4/0ZlhmJCVKjw/s200/kano-n1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359061101333828530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Sl81rgAWXOI/AAAAAAAAAWA/x2pmsFVouQ8/s1600-h/kano-n2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Sl81rgAWXOI/AAAAAAAAAWA/x2pmsFVouQ8/s200/kano-n2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359061103036226786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have done up two comic pages of a very small segment from a Mai-Hime one-shot that I have been writing recently. So there are two pages...where is the entertainment? This is how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Fill up the speech bubbles of both Natsuki and Shizuru, and the black panel with anything that you want.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy isn't it? Give it go and let's see who can come up with the most hilarious or the most fitting dialogue the two can have with each other i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n the span of two pages. I will post up the original dialogue of the two pages on another post after everyone has their fun and entertainment in wracking those two up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to get out of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, there are no limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*One can leave your created dialogue by posting a comment for this post; no worries, anyone can leave a comment. Feel free to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A side note, the comic page is read from right to left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Sl88ZQtLqJI/AAAAAAAAAWI/IBK8jwbnJwc/s1600-h/DSC00489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Sl88ZQtLqJI/AAAAAAAAAWI/IBK8jwbnJwc/s200/DSC00489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359068486273050770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha presents: Fate T.Harlaown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's has that X factor that makes me go insane that sometimes I wonder why Nanoha grasp the fact that Fate xxxxx her. Well, maybe she does, maybe she doesn't. The series doesn't explicitly tell us what happens between the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it itches me to find out what exactly happens between A's to Strikers. The NanoxFate interaction makes me shiver in anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto something else, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The memories of something bring about the ideological conflict between the mind and the body, tempting oneself to do the extremes of an end and sometimes nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conflict however does not disappear once something like such is done and gotten over it. That is how some things reoccur, due to the memories that are once again jogged our system, to wage a war between the mind and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pardon my drag, but I haven't been mentally sane and physically healthy to do and say something coherent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, life just makes things unexplainable, so much to like what I experienced on the train not too long ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was caught staring through a reflection; well, it wasn't really my fault that the person sitting on the other side of the train was something to ogle at. I'm not a pervert or anything, but anyone or anything with exceptional beauty should be respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I wasn't the only one that was staring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train jerked, jolting me up from my light snooze. I eased back onto my seat when the nasal announcement for the arrival to the current station sounded overhead. I heaved a breath, watching the people that entered the train through weary eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't notice her when she step into the carriage; it was only when I turned to look at the hard plastic panel I was leaning on, then did I notice her in the reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes widened slightly and I turned around casually, in order to steal a glance at her beauty. Indeed, she was a wonder. It's so rare to find one sitting in a train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned back, noting that staring wasn't much of a polite manner. Instead, I choose the option to look at her through the reflection of the hard plastic. Yes, it is mighty cliche and cheesy, but let me just say that her beauty was like that of Shizuru; a mix of elegance, grace and a unique air of individualism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long before my stop was the next to come, with that I stole one last glance at her through the reflection and I was taken aback when she was looking the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other way meant looking at me, in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught red handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I didn't know what brought me to turn my head around and look at her. As expected, I found her looking at me in the eye. Yet, what was unusaul was that she was looking at me with such fervour that I found it hard not to smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, eventually, when I got off my seat when the train arrived at the station. To my surprise, she passed me a warm smile and allowed a sparkle to settle in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt my cheeks burn when I exited the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was caught in a cross fire of words between Aki and K', much to my dislike when I was trying to figure out something important at the very moment. Terry wasn't being any help either since he settled himself on his seat while he watched the two bicker, literally over my body while I tried in vain to shut the noise out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aki had herself latched onto my side, like always when she wanted my help, while K' on the other hand, much cold and stoic like ever, just narrowed her eyes on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her gaze, certainly, could not be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why won't you say anything?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up from my page and arched an eye brow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I have no say in this?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You do.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I motioned to Terry that leaned over her knees to look at Aki that moved over to get something from her bag,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'He is the peace maker, by all means, go to him.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She frowned and folded her arms across her chest, there was a second of silence before she asked me again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why aren't you trying to get involved?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed her a smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'History repeats itself.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aki flopped herself down on the space beside me, and I looked back down at my page,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Much like Man and his mistakes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we all fumble and tumble, pick ourselves up and strive forward? Yet sometimes don't we also forget to learn from our fall, that we allow the same things and problems to bite us back in the face; again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we all learn through mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we make an effort to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-5732756151644431779?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/5732756151644431779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/07/delay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/5732756151644431779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/5732756151644431779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/07/delay.html' title='Delay.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SmA9h1sBcRI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/JfdIx5x8DKg/s72-c/20090714-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-4658386608405764349</id><published>2009-06-29T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T01:33:40.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SkjnbSQ2D7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/yfXfg_h2Sjg/s1600-h/20090629-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SkjnbSQ2D7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/yfXfg_h2Sjg/s200/20090629-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352782613074808754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06.29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday J-Crusader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SkjnblO7TUI/AAAAAAAAAO8/LFUPVMje6_M/s1600-h/20090629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SkjnblO7TUI/AAAAAAAAAO8/LFUPVMje6_M/s200/20090629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352782618167037250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance fills the air with 'No Title'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well it was to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No Title' was to be uploaded today on FF.net, but due to some technical errors that either my computer or FF.net was facing, I was unable to post it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For that, I am really sorry for those awaiting the new one-shot. However, no avail! I will upload 'No Title' as soon my computer or FF.net over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;comes th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e technical glitch. This, I think it is most likely something wrong on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone that has been waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bow and apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto another SS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Skjnb23TaHI/AAAAAAAAAPE/FhA3eHYvYAo/s1600-h/concierge-f1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Skjnb23TaHI/AAAAAAAAAPE/FhA3eHYvYAo/s200/concierge-f1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352782622899791986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess which image is this part of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have read the 'Prologues', voted and seen the results. I'm sure you will have a good guess where this comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I can finish writing this very long one-shot, I hope all will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; continue to support this story and its production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a new addition to the column on the right. Scroll down and one will be able to see the 'recommend' section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A message popped into my mail box one day to ask me what stories that I have written that are considered good to read. I had wanted to reply saying that all the stories I have written are equally good. Until I realised that apparently the Mai-Hime SS I have written are very different, apart from the fact that all of the stories are part of the romance genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I replied, saying that I will do something on my homepage that will have my recommendations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't finished the 'recommend' column yet, but rest assured, I will not only recommend my works, but those of other writers on FF.net too. They are, after all, writers that have written works that have grabbed my attention, though how simple or complex their works are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us procrastinate, but I will keep on updating that part; since I have to do the banners too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Click on the images (Banners) to go straight to the stories on recommendation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once at the recommended site, I hope you'll enjoy the written works; Mai-Hime SS or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Skjnby4PZaI/AAAAAAAAAPM/36vhwMlQ7no/s1600-h/sheryl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Skjnby4PZaI/AAAAAAAAAPM/36vhwMlQ7no/s200/sheryl1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352782621829981602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Galaxy Fairy meets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SkjncLOiXaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/r3qZBXJ4d4k/s1600-h/ranka1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SkjncLOiXaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/r3qZBXJ4d4k/s200/ranka1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352782628365950370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Frontier songstress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get out of the Macross Frontier fun, even when there is a fickle minded protagonist in the show that thinks too much about flying in the sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they both of them fall for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the world is very unfair, even though how fair we try to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my old school and I walked into the library to find that it had changed quite a bit. However the librarian was still the same lady when I was studying there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said a few 'hello's here and there and then finally ended up at the counter. I walked up to the side and said my hello to the librarian and she was so happy to see me again; since I practically camped in the library in the last year in this school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had a very short hilarious conversation with her and it made this special day a lot happier. It went somewhat like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me with a bright smile and I placed my free hand on the partition that went to my chest. I smiled back and she started off in a nice easy talk of where I was studying at the moment. Then suddenly it came onto a path where she had thought I was studying the program for the graduates in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was confused and rose my eyebrows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Aren't you always here with that girl?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Which girl?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up to scan at the library and looked back down when she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Your friend that always comes here. That girl...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside my head, I was very much confused since I couldn't make out which friend I came to the library all the time with...and furthermore a girl. Then she continued, quite unexpectedly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That girl, with the tall boy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It struck me like a bolt and I laughed, a bit too loudly, and snickered behind a grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh! You got the wrong person!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't follow after that, since my head was filled with the two that she was referring to, and somehow she could accidentally mistake me for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know how she could link me with those two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't even close to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human mind works in wonders and I question, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To S.L.Y.K, Aki, A.K, Major, lil'nutcase, Chinney, Joz, Gunner, O.K, and Lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the following might be quite a drag but this is for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder why, you still say a hello to me when at times I completely ignore you. Sometimes, I wonder how you can tolerate my dry sense of sarcasm and get away without getting hurt quite badly by it. Sometimes, I wonder why you hug me, pounce on me, strangle me and do whatever you do to me, and let me scowl at you and throw a fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder why you can still look at me in the eye and say things that critically hurt both sides and still get away with laughter that will eventually engulf us. Sometimes, I wonder why you can let me break you and allow me to come crawling back to your haven to seek refuge, where I feel that I am not even allowed to step inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder why you can let me play with the sensibility of others, and even your own, when you know that it will only make things worse; yet you still say that everything is alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder why you can let me continue to whine, groan, and procrastinate while others keep moving on; while you continue to stand by my side and say lets move along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder why you are willingly to hold me until my aches and pains are gone even when the sun has set and the darkness fallen. Sometimes, I wonder why you are willingly to slap me in the face with facts that things are to be this way and not the other, and know that I seemingly have the power to bite back to make things crumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder why you leave me on my own when I'm on the floor whithering in pain, and you on the other hand, stand so far and just pretend not to notice. Sometimes, I wonder why you allow me to keep your secrets and sometimes don't. Sometimes, I wonder why you share your true tears but not your real laughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder why you are always there. Sometimes, I wonder why I am being so selfish. Sometimes, I wonder why you are still here beside me, in front of me, behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just realise that things won't always be like that. Sometimes, I realise time is running out. Sometimes, I have to say Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply because, you make me happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being there for me; until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-4658386608405764349?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/4658386608405764349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/4658386608405764349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/4658386608405764349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday.html' title='Birthday.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SkjnbSQ2D7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/yfXfg_h2Sjg/s72-c/20090629-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-5766280408026556698</id><published>2009-06-25T19:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:27:54.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>Captain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SkNbOFJ0-cI/AAAAAAAAANc/iqzfDdSorhs/s1600-h/DSC00477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SkNbOFJ0-cI/AAAAAAAAANc/iqzfDdSorhs/s200/DSC00477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351221079705975234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranka Lee, Macross Frontier Songstress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome is the Galaxy Fairy...There's a difference th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ere, and don't ever get the both of them mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image above is for Cyberano's up coming work, 'Frontier Generation: Wings.' I have read a bit of it and I smell the romance in the air and Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is heavy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Those up for some Sheryl/Ranka, head down to read Cyberan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o's work at FF.net, ' To the Ends of the Galaxy'. It is five good chapters and those who really find Alto a prick in the foot, one can really relax while reading this work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just a warning note, it is rated T for a reason and it has the same content Mai-hime/Otome has, so those wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o don't like such themes, then just skip it. No one is going to get mad over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then, a cheer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Cyberano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fever gives this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SkNbOUJVU_I/AAAAAAAAANk/4NSu6GRwBbE/s1600-h/DSC00478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SkNbOUJVU_I/AAAAAAAAANk/4NSu6GRwBbE/s200/DSC00478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351221083730433010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mio-chan! Oh and not to forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SkNbOGsjUwI/AAAAAAAAANU/6amyg4TcOyo/s1600-h/DSC00479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SkNbOGsjUwI/AAAAAAAAANU/6amyg4TcOyo/s200/DSC00479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351221080120054530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayaka-chan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters out from a radio recording I heard recently when I was living out my fever. It was very funny, as the conversation between the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;two recording artist went as such:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic was focused on Mio practising her English she studied in Japan, and she was to talk to Ayaka in the second language. They were on a timer and Mio was just babbling away, in vain to finish up the last few seconds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Aya...Ayaka!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Just a side note, Ayaka speaks very good English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'I...I..Power!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them laugh, quite loudly, and Ayako goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What, excuse me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What time...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What time?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they laugh again, Mio breathes, quite exasperatedly and exhales,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ayaka Love!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's silence and one can hear giggling from Mio and a chuckle from Ayako. Mio follows up and emphasises on the love again, Ayaka choke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Mio, me...me too.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh thank you!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laughter erupts and then suddenly Ayaka continue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s on by saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I love you, I miss you, I want you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Thank you Ayaka!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the timer buzzes and they laugh harder. Both them return to speaking their native language, laughing away on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I didn't know that one could get a dose of yuri over a radio pro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SkNbOsJrFeI/AAAAAAAAANs/u_fjm1TZ9nY/s1600-h/DSC00480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SkNbOsJrFeI/AAAAAAAAANs/u_fjm1TZ9nY/s200/DSC00480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351221090174309858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I were to do my thumbnails today but I ended up doing another series of thumbnails which had no relation to the assignment I was suppose to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really deviating then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, 'Aye, Captain!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back onto Mai-Hime SS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new one-shot titled, 'No Title' will give its debut on the 29th! Despite me saying earlier that I will only update a new one-shot when the polls are closed, I will uploaded this new one-shot to everyone that has been waiting for a new one-shot from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big sorry to those awaiting for 'And I was the concierge', it is a very long one shot and I have a feeling that it will go beyond the document limit size on FF.net. Yet, no avail, I will upload 'And I was the concierge' once I have finished writing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all that have been supporting me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the hard work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I had my days of camping in the house, Aki dropped by and pulled me over with her to the Hokkaido fair that was being held downtown. I was already feeling sore at the neck, but I didn't mind spend a little more time with her before she left overseas again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fair was held at the basement and I had a hard time standing still since the crowd pushed us along even when I returned to standing back at my original position. Aki wanted to try out the salt caramel croissant, so she dragged me over and spoke away in her native language to the old lady that stood behind the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her and then back at the old lady that looked dumbfounded at what Aki was talking about and I cut in politely, giving a small yank at Aki's hand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Can I have two salt caramel croissants?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady then nodded hastily and turned to tell her assistant what I wanted. I paid and turned to find Aki huffing away; I followed her quietly as she walked in front of me to the other stalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You better eat it when its hot.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a look and I knitted my brows together in amusement. I pulled one to her face and she reluctantly took a bite, before taking the bag from my hands. I took a bite off and she looked at me as if I did something wrong. Then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ah! You ate it!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brushed my mouth, and she moved to the side,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I thought you hated caramel.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When did I ever say that?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Since the time I wanted to buy caramel sweets back.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged my shoulder and Aki swatted my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me as if I had found out a secret, which apparently was the fact and he found it very hard to believe that I knew. He fidgeted in his seat and I reached over to take a sip of my milo before nodding at my fellow classmate that walked into the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It was obvious.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He jerked his head towards me and his eyes widened,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That can't be. I never said anything; I didn't do anything.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook in his seat and I stretched my fingers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, I could tell.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That doesn't mean they...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him and he chewed onto his bottom lip. I could tell he was dead-right worried, then again, who wouldn't be when a secret was leaked out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't worry.' I passed him a smile and he seemed to have relaxed just a little,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're secret is safe with me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave out a soft breath of content and smiled back at me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yours is too.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't made long ago, and all I can say that a silent promise is not to be broken, even when one didn't say it out aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you keeping your promises?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-5766280408026556698?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/5766280408026556698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/06/captain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/5766280408026556698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/5766280408026556698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/06/captain.html' title='Captain.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SkNbOFJ0-cI/AAAAAAAAANc/iqzfDdSorhs/s72-c/DSC00477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-7682874640911821383</id><published>2009-06-15T22:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:12:31.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idolmaster'/><title type='text'>Ceramic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SjZZXhFo_9I/AAAAAAAAAMs/UF9OFA3GrEY/s1600-h/200109-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 67px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SjZZXhFo_9I/AAAAAAAAAMs/UF9OFA3GrEY/s200/200109-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347559868102934482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I am glad to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth chapter of 'Companion' is out! Makkron Forest: Reflections. Stay tuned for the second part of this sensational chapter. On another part of 'Companion', the below image was done to show the height difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; between Natsuki, Shizuru and Mai in Companion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, one will roughly know who is the tallest amongst all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SjZZX7ZzRwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pNycTa4nlHE/s1600-h/CCI10062009_00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SjZZX7ZzRwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pNycTa4nlHE/s200/CCI10062009_00000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347559875166816002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apart from that, the results of the poll on 'Your favourite Mai-Hime one-shot' remains closed until a clear line on which one-sho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; is the most favoured among the Mai-Hime one-shots series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Those who do not know the stories that fall under the one-shots series, they are as followed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More than Fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photos of only you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phantasm Finality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Limitations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are not in order of favourite, so... just vote on the one which you like best! Until the line is distinguished, I'll be keeping a new one-shot from being released. That, one will have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Onto another SS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SjZZYDK3DgI/AAAAAAAAANE/-cf1gVO5vps/s1600-h/DSC00475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SjZZYDK3DgI/AAAAAAAAANE/-cf1gVO5vps/s200/DSC00475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347559877251632642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'Perfume Jukebox~remix', the first chapter will be coming soon to feeders, veiwers and much more. Stay tune to what happens after the prologue, one won't know whether there will be any ShizNat interaction or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't miss out on the ShizNat fun mixed along with Chihaya and Yukiho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That includes the bookmarks too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SjZZX5EshgI/AAAAAAAAAM8/YIlWczpaFtQ/s1600-h/035miomiya-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SjZZX5EshgI/AAAAAAAAAM8/YIlWczpaFtQ/s200/035miomiya-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347559874541422082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Miyafuji Yoshika and Sakamoto Mio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that I already had an eye on these two for a long time, and with the new season for Strike Witches... I hope I see more interaction from these two. Even if it means getting them into petty arguments in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; who goes after the Neuroi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I met lil'nutcase today, for about five minutes before she had to take off to catch her train back home. So we had a very fast linear conversation that went across the railing that separated in from out. It went somewhat like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, sorry, this.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I handed my gift to her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Here.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reached inside her bag and pulled out a bar of chocolate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, I got this for you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me inquiringly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You can eat chocolate right?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smirked and nodded while I accepted the bar from her hands. Soon before I could even start up a conversation with her, she went on about her being able to see me more often since she was going to move near my school. With that, she needed to leave and she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Can you give me a hug?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her exasperatedly and she pouted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You don't get to see me so often!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chuckled and I leaned in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, one has to realise that life has its moments of comforts and sometimes the moments of realisation that the ones that you have depended on are still there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To, lil'nutcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-7682874640911821383?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/7682874640911821383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/06/ceramic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/7682874640911821383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/7682874640911821383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/06/ceramic.html' title='Ceramic.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SjZZXhFo_9I/AAAAAAAAAMs/UF9OFA3GrEY/s72-c/200109-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-73768165947691358</id><published>2009-06-07T22:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:16:08.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idolmaster'/><title type='text'>Ten.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daydream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Setback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which way shall we take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transcend the Ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SivTE5hKL_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/gNnPCUV5Z8c/s1600-h/DSC00779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SivTE5hKL_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/gNnPCUV5Z8c/s200/DSC00779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344597463918063602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;X&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SivUz4WOJBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jtAUY-N10Wc/s1600-h/DSC00781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SivUz4WOJBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jtAUY-N10Wc/s200/DSC00781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344599370569229330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Perfume Jukebox~remix' has Perfume inside? But who is starring as the three?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KSYK x Kisaragi Chihaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nocchi x Hagiwara Yukiho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A~Chan x Hoshii Miki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WakamuraP does splendid PVs of Perfume using these three, one should check it out if one is interested. The originals are posted on Nico nico Douga, but one can't view unless one is a member. Nothing to worry, some users on Youtube have kindly got it off Nico and here are some of the links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="description"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perfect style, Perfect star&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IiwwqYPLCcI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Secret, Secret&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qXsJTVDJYyY&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream Fighter&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cdCmcy6ksEI&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twinkle snow, Powdery snow&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rsS0VYKv_w&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby Cruising Love&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BLS595c2Lsg&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And much more! If one is interested in 'Perfume meets Idolm@ster' medley, Recycle Volume 02, just head to veoh.com and type in wakamura and it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; will lead you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one has a Nico Nico Douga account, feel free to drop by Wakamura's livedoor blog that will lead you to his videos. The link to his blog is at the link column.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? When you have Idolm@ster and Perfume together, you get a SS created in commemoration to the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splendid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aki is back from vacation and this is the result upon meeting her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SivTFMMTN4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/-Pa3v5MgP7E/s1600-h/DSC00775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SivTFMMTN4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/-Pa3v5MgP7E/s200/DSC00775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344597468930848642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had a care-free, non-controversial conversation over tea, well I had coffee, and she had tea and a slice of cheese cake which she had to forcefully shove into my mouth since how much I dislike the taste of confectionery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chewed, agonisingly. She had pulled back from her lean across the table and smiled deviously, which I in turn glared back and spat after swallowing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ugh.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's nice, isn't it? Maybe I should order...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kicked her in the legs and she winced. After a minute or two of trying to avoid her advances of her fork, we landed on a nice topic to talk about since she had brought me the gifts she had gotten for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to say, she forgot the pencils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had finished her cheese cake with a lick of her fork and I leaned back to get into a comfortable position after so much movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You can add another bear to your shelf.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'll name one after you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She threw a look at me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm flattered.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed and she pinched me, for the very first time on the hand, and I flinched. I looked at her hard and the next thing she did was to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Puni, puni.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said it again and she reached over suddenly to poke me softly on the cheek. Smiling, she said the words once again and laughed. I then realised what she meant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm not squishy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You certainly are.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raised my arm up and flexed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Meet Mister Bamboo.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that we both laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from Aki, I had a short conversation with A.K that went somewhat like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'3 to 5 hours of class. How about you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'2 to 4 hours.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waited for me to say something back, which I did, about a full minute later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Stress?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Not really. I'm quite relaxed actually.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed noisily, remembering that I had my design assignment to finish. I fished my pen from my pencil box and drew a small robot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When are your exams?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'After the holidays. What exactly are you doing now?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My work.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept silent for another minute and I stared at my screen, soon he answered back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Work?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I procrastinate.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sure he was grinning or snickering, either one, it was his trademark action when I did something out of my usual self. I smiled inwardly when he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I have to leave now.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination is like making a cup of tea, procrastination is like choosing the right pen to use, procrastination is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we all procrastinate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-73768165947691358?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/73768165947691358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/06/ten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/73768165947691358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/73768165947691358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/06/ten.html' title='Ten.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SivTE5hKL_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/gNnPCUV5Z8c/s72-c/DSC00779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-6427360822993275675</id><published>2009-06-02T22:49:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T01:20:06.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idolmaster'/><title type='text'>Fighter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preview, preview, preview!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One, two three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, from the Mai-Hime SS 'Companion ~the tales of the Orion~' comes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SiVCifGiZXI/AAAAAAAAALM/JkTh0uyUcuA/s1600-h/20090602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SiVCifGiZXI/AAAAAAAAALM/JkTh0uyUcuA/s320/20090602.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342749693176866162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third chapter of 'Companion'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon to feeders, viewers and much more. Catch the third installment that now follows Natsuki, Shizuru and the fiery Meister Mai into the realm of the Burning that breeds in the deep Makkron Forest that borders the Land of Merros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The above illustration was done for the draft cover of 'Companion', but then again, Production 797 said that I need not to rush for the cover design just yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Another time, for another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;New on the list of the coming series of Mai-Hime SS, a collaboration with Ryou Aki, comes the a brand new Mai-Hime SS; titled, 'Sweet Liaisons'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Summary below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the near end of the 19th century in Victorian England, comes the dangerous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; game of love, desire, jealousy and power struggle. Along with it is the young &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Baron Kruger and her relation to the gentry. However, li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;fe isn't all that simply for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; the young Baron when precarious affairs start to grow at her front door; present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, past and future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here is just a privilege quick illust for those who want to see what Natsuki would look like in this story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SiVCiQpv1DI/AAAAAAAAALU/mib_UbBpdpI/s1600-h/20090602-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SiVCiQpv1DI/AAAAAAAAALU/mib_UbBpdpI/s320/20090602-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342749689298015282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Note: I have placed Natsuki's title as Baron and not as Baroness for a valid reason. I hope that there is no confusion caused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thirdly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come heaven of hell, let me take you back seven years before 'Innocent Starters' and set foot onto a new scene of the prequel: 'Innocent Starter: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Exclusive.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Innocent Starters: Exclusive' will take one back to where and how Natsuki and Shizuru were separated after the end of the Carnival and show how they reunited after their separation of three years as stated in 'Innocent Starters'. It will delv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e personally into both their lives, their lifestyles, their guilt and of course their never-ending love that will eventually bring us back to where 'Innocent Starters' starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seven years, but I'm sure it's worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now and then, I get under the influence of my friends, and get into a drive where I do practically nonsensical stuff like freezing my dessert and eating it a week later when it is freezing-icy solid. Hence that explains the picture above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SiVUhXHUDPI/AAAAAAAAALc/-NsZEt9eKUE/s1600-h/DSC00754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SiVUhXHUDPI/AAAAAAAAALc/-NsZEt9eKUE/s320/DSC00754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342769465062067442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had six brain freezes in five minutes; definitely not a nice experience. Then again, on a hot summer day, it is worth the freeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Perfume Jukebox~remix' gets a head start, from it comes the first set of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bookmarks that I will be doing, and be given to those who bothered to a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sk for one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Done and mounted by me, so don't expect a professional bookmark you get at those corner bookstores. The first simple one to lil'nutcase :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SiVWsxv2rzI/AAAAAAAAAME/i-jOX5wDdC0/s1600-h/DSC00719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SiVWsxv2rzI/AAAAAAAAAME/i-jOX5wDdC0/s200/DSC00719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342771860213247794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one features Kisaragi Chihaya and Hagiwara Yukiho from Idolm@ster. The bookmark ranges from single to double. Featuring characters will be only from 'Perfume Jukebox~remix', that includes, guest star three girl band, Perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if one wants a Nao or a Chie, or whatever others than those mentioned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aki and I made a deal over the phone that I if I lose this bet that I made with her, I would have to do three quick illusts that she will describe on the spot, vice versa. Hence, over the phone the bet ensued, and after thirty minutes, there went my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, unusually, this was what she wanted me to draw. Surprisingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; the firs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;t was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SiVUwuTXKyI/AAAAAAAAALs/A7j0iA8srXw/s1600-h/20090602-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SiVUwuTXKyI/AAAAAAAAALs/A7j0iA8srXw/s200/20090602-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342769728984656674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The second:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SiVUwuCLY7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/zzossO_n6Gs/s1600-h/20090602-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SiVUwuCLY7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/zzossO_n6Gs/s200/20090602-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342769728912581554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The last:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SiVUw2wURwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/BGksaLdbbQE/s1600-h/20090602-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SiVUw2wURwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/BGksaLdbbQE/s200/20090602-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342769731253585666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I noticed what I illustrating, I wanted to just tell my muse that all she needed to say was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Mai, Natsuki and Mikoto.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple as one, two and three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk, pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast enough to say that I arrive at the station a good five minutes before an average person does to walk to the station. Impressive, but then again, why the rush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it all about the destination? or the journey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we spend our time to smell the flowers? Take a look at our surroundings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, when there is nothing to see, why waste the given time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time waits for no man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-6427360822993275675?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/6427360822993275675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/06/fighter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/6427360822993275675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/6427360822993275675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/06/fighter.html' title='Fighter.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SiVCifGiZXI/AAAAAAAAALM/JkTh0uyUcuA/s72-c/20090602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-326030797401642611</id><published>2009-05-19T21:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:54:17.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><title type='text'>Macaroni.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KSYK&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A~Chan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nocchi&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel awfully wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nonetheless, this is what I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/ShLFoozrHSI/AAAAAAAAALE/zovXgwNEw04/s1600-h/DSC00479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/ShLFoozrHSI/AAAAAAAAALE/zovXgwNEw04/s320/DSC00479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337545810327051554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I bloody hell just waste more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reduce the amount of time you can on commuting to the time you can think up on the next chapter. That means, I haven't been writing lately and my mind seems to have drifted completely off track when I look at the papers of my SS Mai-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hime&lt;/span&gt; stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Companion' the third chapter is coming, but at an extremely slow rate that I tend to only write a paragraph &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I look at it. The same goes for 'Paper doll', 'Innocent Starters' and 'Perfume Jukebox~remix'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;However, something has struck me to say that I have more ideas coming into my head than writing down the details for the current stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to deviate as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aki&lt;/span&gt; called from vacation, over the telephone, and she had a very long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;conversation with me. I first asked her whether she was using a payphone, since she usually spends her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; nights in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Harajuku&lt;/span&gt;. However, she told me she was at home, using the house line to call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered, that was odd for her, especially how she desperately wanted to spend her nights in the heart of Tokyo, shopping until she really dropped. She dragged me once, I've never seen my wallet empty so fast and my hands get filled with bags of different sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dismissed the thought as fast as she said that her sister was back and they were having a celebration. It was ten plus over there and nine here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Aren't you going to say something?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hummed a tune into the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's not saying something.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed my pencil down and stretched on my chair, cracked my knuckles and looked at my design homework. Bloody grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Can you buy pencils back for me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Excuse me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chuckled, I heard distance laughter from the other side and the soft click of the door closing upon the hinges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Of all things you ask me to buy pencils.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'8B.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You can buy it yourself.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved over to my penknife and tucked it into my holder. She said aloud,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Can we talk about something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;else&lt;/span&gt;, other than me buying pencils for you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flipped my papers and padded across my room with my phone tucked between my ear and shoulder. I came back to my table, placed my phone on speaker, and said out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Enlighten me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, come on.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smirked to myself, but frowned when I noticed the silence that stretched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Do you ever get bored talking to me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, I really rushed to the phone and picked it up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another long silence and I thought I heard her muffling something on the other side. I kept my phone to my ear and the next thing I heard was a soft voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I've got you a bear from Hokkaido.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I already have one of those.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice became louder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You should have told me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You never asked.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it continued, until the fact that I heard her mother's voice in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder whether she can really hear me saying that I do miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/ShLFoJEImZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/EbxRQqG_O7I/s1600-h/DSC00713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/ShLFoJEImZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/EbxRQqG_O7I/s320/DSC00713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337545801806158226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life is good when you see shapes, but when you see it for the first time, real and up front. One will start to think, why must we be created with all these shapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Geometry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might as well, love the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-326030797401642611?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/326030797401642611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/05/macaroni.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/326030797401642611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/326030797401642611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/05/macaroni.html' title='Macaroni.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/ShLFoozrHSI/AAAAAAAAALE/zovXgwNEw04/s72-c/DSC00479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-7163901897647874066</id><published>2009-04-17T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:17:43.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idolmaster'/><title type='text'>Starters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SeiFZeREyUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5zCT0cw5oz8/s1600-h/200090417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SeiFZeREyUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5zCT0cw5oz8/s200/200090417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325653232033515842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Tomoe as much as I like other female characters, but the only thing that strikes me more is that of her impassive expression that she carries twenty-four seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I picture her as a doll in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is a request that was asked of me. I should ask for a pay, my pens aren't unlimited. Well, if only I could wish for that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai-Hime SS are put on a hold a week, I have to sort out my new week's schedule. I don't want yet another year of bad time management, I hate it when things go haywire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My system has gone extreme. I state so for I take more than my usual 30 minutes of 'trying-to-go-to-sleep' state to actually fall asleep. I'm taking an hour to do so, and I'm not getting enough sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aki says that it's the music I listen to before I hit bed. I just say that I think to much before I go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electronic Music and Massive amounts of Brain power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely a bad mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find my classical CDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crossover SS of Mai-Hime and The IDOLM@STER is down in draft form! I'm ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The names stated below will appear as main characters in the crossover, there is no order in the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuga Natsuki, Fujino Shizuru, Tokiha Mai, Kanzaki Reito, Kisaragi Chihaya, Hagiwara Yukiho, Hoshii Miki, Shijou Takane and Kikuchi Makoto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be the special use of my favourite three girl band, Perfume, and stunning Nico Nico Douga MAD art director WakamuraP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The setting of the crossover SS will be held in the real world of metropolitan Japan and Production 797 is willingly to help in to file in the information from Japan to make this crossover story a mix of reality and fiction. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am so glad Aki is still on vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters from the worlds of Mai-Hime/Otome will be taken off from the anime Mai-Hime. The characters from the world of The IDOLM@STER will be taken off from both the anime Xenoglossia and the game play of Project IM@S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With concern to the the characters from The IDOLM@STER, the personalities of Yukiho, Chihaya, Makoto will be a mix from both the anime and the game play. Miki and Takane, will be taken off the game play. So that overall means that the characters are OOC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that about it for the crossover SS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was offered to eat and drink, but realising that I was kind of eating off the person, I declined politely. However, things persisted and I ended up eating a bun and drinking hot tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I felt bad doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, just accept humbly. Things end up like that anyway, I had to learn that the long way. However, now and then, it depends on the situation your in. For some people, no means no, and that is just the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-7163901897647874066?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/7163901897647874066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/04/starters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/7163901897647874066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/7163901897647874066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/04/starters.html' title='Starters.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SeiFZeREyUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5zCT0cw5oz8/s72-c/200090417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-905764624305275484</id><published>2009-04-15T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:53:59.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idolmaster'/><title type='text'>Companion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perfect star,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Music Maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Production 797*J-Crusader presents 'Companion. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Tales of the Orio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n~&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds cheesy, but Aki insisted that I put in the last part, since it does describe the whole story. I agree with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'Companion' for short, debuts today in the Mai-Hime category on Fanfiction. I was itching to get it posted up, for no rhyme or reason, I just had the itch to sense something was tingling at my fingers to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SeW7c8La2eI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NBCzIyT1hLg/s1600-h/CCI15042009_00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SeW7c8La2eI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NBCzIyT1hLg/s200/CCI15042009_00002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324868240300235234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SeW7clWVvLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/I1vQ2_1RUgE/s1600-h/CCI15042009_00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SeW7clWVvLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/I1vQ2_1RUgE/s200/CCI15042009_00001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324868234172021938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above sketches compliment the story, however, the outfits given to the two are not the ones as described in the story, these were the first of the drafts I did for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 'Companion' aside. It seems that I am actually very happy today, since I made a double posting on fanfiction. 'Paper doll' comes in second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Paper doll' chapter 14 is out, everyone that has been awaiting on how Natsuki will tell her past, it is in this chapter that the hint is given. A huge hint that is, I am sure no one will miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a plan, a plan that I usually don't do, since I am very disturbed by it somehow. However, somehow, this time, I really plan to do one even how uncomfortable I may feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to write a crossover story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am insane, but I want to give it a shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worlds I plan to over cross are the worlds of Mai-Hime/Otome &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(that's not really a surprise)&lt;/span&gt; and the world of The IDOLM@STER. Now that's a surprise. I have the tendency to bring the things I have a liking for together. That simply means I crave to write something from The IDOLM@STER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an addiction to it. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also seems that I cannot leave out my favourite pairing of Shizuru and Natsuki from my works. They are a pair I just cannot stand to put aside. Now I wonder how indulged I am in the world of Mai-Hime/Otome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deviate once again, my apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The crossover would, of course, include the wonderful characters like of Shizuru, Natsuki and Mai from the worlds of Mai-Hime/Otome, and not forgetting the stunning characters like of Chihaya, Yukiho and Miki from the world of The IDOLM@STER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a note: There will be no cross pairings &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(if anyone is worried about that)&lt;/span&gt;! That's confirmed as a no! Shizuru stays with Natsuki and that is final!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I can't wait to get my hands on pen and paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that those that read my usual Mai-Hime stories would give a peek at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; this story when it is uploaded. I don't mind if no one reads it, I am happy just writing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to starting drafting, however I am terrified of getting into a nagging lecture from Aki of why I can't finish my other stories first before moving to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time management is essential, that is what she tells me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SeW7coUOStI/AAAAAAAAAKc/L_IAnKGOCt0/s1600-h/DSC00674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SeW7coUOStI/AAAAAAAAAKc/L_IAnKGOCt0/s200/DSC00674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324868234968451794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wind is free.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-905764624305275484?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/905764624305275484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/04/companion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/905764624305275484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/905764624305275484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/04/companion.html' title='Companion.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SeW7c8La2eI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NBCzIyT1hLg/s72-c/CCI15042009_00002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-5853563836393416303</id><published>2009-04-06T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:08:38.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idolmaster'/><title type='text'>Practition.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hear me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SdnagZL48EI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KWn71YJPuqI/s1600-h/20090406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SdnagZL48EI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KWn71YJPuqI/s200/20090406.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321524684766376002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is described as how rushed and frightened I am. I cannot precisely explain how I am feeling at the moment, but all I know is that my strokes in a illustration show how I am feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is not complete. However, oh well, I signed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not really in the mood to pen down anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched 'Idolmaster: Xenoglossia' not long ago, well actually quite long ago. Since it came out in around the year 2006 to 2007 if I am correct, forgive me if I am wrong. It is a Sunrise Studio production, so it caught my eye like how it caught my attention to the Mai-Hime productions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a great liking to it towards the end, well actually in the middle, since it involved girls really liking a robot. Furthermore the 'like' isn't just like, but the 'like-like', if one can grasp my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry, but I just cannot take it when someone falls in love with a gigantic robot and calls it their boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my distaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back, then why in the first place did I even bring up 'Idolmaster: Xenoglossia'. Well, simple to the fact, is that I have now quite an addiction to the game THE iDOLM@STER, or the simple term Project IM@S. The two, being it the game and the animation share the same characters, but the story is completely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had thought that the animation would be the same as the game, but I then found out that they were two different worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then from now, I will go on rambling, mind me, you can skip this if you must:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being it the game or the animation, I still have the same liking for Yukiho and Chihaya, despite Chihaya being very different in the animation. Yukiho does not really change whether be it in the animation or in the game play, she is still the innocent, yet hardworking girl. Chihaya on the other hand, in the animation is the robot obsessed girl that wants to pilot her first robot again. While in the game play, she is mature, cool and serious vocalist as she would call herself instead of the title of an idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are in different worlds, but the two in both the animation and the game is wonderful despite anything. That makes me get glued to playing THE iDOLM@STER and watching the animation, just that the personality of the characters being obsessed with robots just ticks me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is unfair, live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rambling on, and I will not stop, since I have the urge to let off some steam that I have been keeping within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say it, but I must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing now because I am jealous. Jealous of what? I am not really sure too. However, I know I now that the main emotion I am feeling within the whirl of feelings is jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil'nutcase, Major and A.K. , they would know why I am feeling like this. Or do they really? Ah, that I also don't even now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, much to say that thinking is bad for me. Suddenly a particular scenario which happened about two and half years back played out in my mind. I was shocked at first that I forced my eyes opened to clear my head, but then again, it came back right after I closed my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remembered that I should have slung her arm around my shoulder, instead of carrying her on my back. Furthermore, I should have just left her to cry then to tell her to stop crying while wiping her tears off. Lastly, I should have just said nothing then something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Everything is going to be alright.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I sounded like some cheesy person, hoping that the sky would fall because of who I am and what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I am hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I think about what I did to her then, it seems that now everything is going to be alright for her. She indeed has someone else that can say that to her. Part of me happily says that I am happy for her. Then again, the other half says I am jealous, not of her, but of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this it is enough. Nothing is going to happen if I still keep on going and complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life co-exists with emotions, without them, then what are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major and I spent an evening together. It happened after we decided to part from the celebration that was being held in our old school. I was suppose to take Major out to eat ice cream, but 'look at the time' and I proposed that she just drop by my place to eat some ice cream I had in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked out of the school together, and it was somewhere along the time where she was talking about walking in her heels and how her feet were sore from standing in them for so long during the celebration. As we walked towards the bus stop down the road, she talked about forgetting to inform someone about her leave from the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said about just giving the person a call, she said she'll just pass a text. From that, I had no idea how she found out about my secret, like lil'nutcase, she found out about it by herself and she simply just guessed it like in a snap of my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scared and uneasy about her finding about it. However, I realised she would be one that would have easily found out sooner or later without me even telling her or giving her hints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on the train to my place, she told me how she thought about my behaviour and she heard my end in return. What I said went somewhat like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'For example, Terry will always stay as Terry. The personality in fact stays the same, whether be it boy or girl.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*(My mindset here is co-linked to how Shizuru thought in the Mai-Hime SS 'Innocent Starters' chapter 2, refer to the story if one must.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major just nodded on silently as I explained myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hence I will love Terry despite he/she being a boy or girl. It is the person I am attracted to and not the gender.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mused,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Does that make me different from what other people in the society think?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It escalated into something more profound, so I won't delve to much in the conversation we had much later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days passed, I caught myself wondering, when she, not Major, but someone else told me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Who ever said that a female is a female and a male a male. Who ever classified that? A female can actually be a male and a male a female, right?. However, the world it is today say that cannot be true because of what happened in the past that presented itself to the future. Hence, now, a female is female and a male a male.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her and she smiled, ruffling my hair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am not making any sense am I?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lowered my head and stared at my food, I kept quiet and soon pulled myself out of my reverie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You actually are making sense.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past shapes the present, the present shapes the future. What makes us today, is what had happened in the past. How we (I) think now is what people have thought in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't I partially correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world was made the world is it now, from the previous things and thoughts that were made, practised, written and recorded in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what makes mindsets in society similar and different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what made me different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However it is, after all, me. My mindset, the way I think and feel is different form the norm, but, it is still me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am J-Crusader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-5853563836393416303?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/5853563836393416303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/04/practition.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/5853563836393416303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/5853563836393416303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/04/practition.html' title='Practition.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SdnagZL48EI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KWn71YJPuqI/s72-c/20090406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-340696200727876634</id><published>2009-03-31T23:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:43:46.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='神聖'/><title type='text'>Disfunction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149979;"&gt;神聖!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SdIxpBXIy0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/0cRQoQeCuAE/s1600-h/20090308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SdIxpBXIy0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/0cRQoQeCuAE/s320/20090308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319368690687855426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I promised, the above illustration is the March post for 'Shinsei'. It is much more elaborated then compared to the previous ones, but then, I realised I drew it with a lot of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply adore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially with Shizuru's hand reaching back for an uncertain Natsuki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SdIxpxVuV7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/GQB57lBE5BY/s1600-h/20090331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SdIxpxVuV7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/GQB57lBE5BY/s320/20090331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319368703566829490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The simple oekaki above is none other than a reminder, for me actually, that I have to do up the Shinsei post on the 8th of every month. I tend to forget to upload the illustration, but I do get it done by the 8th. The final touches always change my signing date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's another side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO SACRE, NO LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said two sentences that made me feel so vulnerable to the world. However, I realised that was how life was, that was how life is going to be, and it won't change just for me. I (we) have to learn it the hard way, but I (we) can change my (our) behaviour for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Still water runs deep.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wise men stays quiet.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is something I will keep with me. He is after all someone that has lived so long for me, and to love me, he gives me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that I am glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-340696200727876634?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/340696200727876634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/03/disfunction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/340696200727876634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/340696200727876634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/03/disfunction.html' title='Disfunction.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SdIxpBXIy0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/0cRQoQeCuAE/s72-c/20090308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-6772893729948888555</id><published>2009-03-30T22:02:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:04:33.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>New.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SdDR8JjODAI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zYfv_0xvAss/s1600-h/20090330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SdDR8JjODAI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zYfv_0xvAss/s320/20090330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318981991210552322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow, yes tomorrow...It is going to be a big and long day for me. However, I do not feel a thing for it. How depressing. Oh well, I just have to wait until the next day then, to see what exactly is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SdDUwauqKlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/AOoFjJw9Ypc/s1600-h/CC2009032620090330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SdDUwauqKlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/AOoFjJw9Ypc/s320/CC2009032620090330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318985088198388306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that this a preview picture of the March shinsei post illustration. I had forgotten to upload the picture, but no avail, I will have it up by tomorrow. It is after all the end of March tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must do what I must do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'To be continued...' is a story I want to pick on today, since I realised that many reviewers had popped in messages saying that they wanted me to do a sequel for the one-shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some said that they wanted the story of Natsuki and Shizuru when in University to be written, while others wanted me to do the lemon/lime scene when the two were in the tea ceremony room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in contemplation on both, for I am afraid of making another mess like 'Photos of only you'. Then again, I realised that 'To be continued...' doesn't have a whirl and a twist in it, since its storyline is the simple relationship between the Lone Wolf and the Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my age limits me to write what exactly happens in university life. I am not even at an age to call myself an adult yet! Hearken, and I call myself a writer. Bah! Furthermore, I don't even know whether I can write a good lemon/lime. All my other stories have a dose of citrus, but not that explicit, with the exception of 'More than Fine' and 'Phantasm Finality'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sequel, or might as well say an exclusive story, just to please the readers for supporting my stories so much. I think I shall attempt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take my words as actions. I think everyone will see an exclusive chapter just for 'To be continued...', a lemon/lime or the love story in adult life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is for one to guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-6772893729948888555?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/6772893729948888555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/03/new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/6772893729948888555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/6772893729948888555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/03/new.html' title='New.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SdDR8JjODAI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zYfv_0xvAss/s72-c/20090330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-1245798180258465460</id><published>2009-03-26T16:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:41:33.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>Autumn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/ScsoPgg5jhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MKzgeiVWzy8/s1600-h/CCI25032009_00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/ScsoPgg5jhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MKzgeiVWzy8/s320/CCI25032009_00000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317388031932075538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/ScsoQbI65vI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Rvu2jpXyR04/s1600-h/CCI25032009_00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/ScsoQbI65vI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Rvu2jpXyR04/s320/CCI25032009_00001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317388047669192434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/ScsoQ8teTkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_3B7ifPoXks/s1600-h/CCI25032009_00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/ScsoQ8teTkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_3B7ifPoXks/s320/CCI25032009_00002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317388056680877634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As one can see the above sketches of my experiment, which the end result and product is the creation of the newest story, part of the Mai-Hime one-shot series, 'To be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am thrilled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never done up a story that were based on sketches that I had did out of pure boredom. Let me just say that I was low on impulses and I needed to get something out from my dying brain of mine. Sitting down all day doesn't suit me, I don't even know how I am surviving illustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime, the human body impresses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More like the human mind actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does wonders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Paper doll', chapter 11 is coming! The second arc is something not to be missed, I assure all that it will definitely surprise some but maybe not, since I have already given such a huge clue on the past for both main characters. It all depends on how one sees it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the hard work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Mature warning- Nudity is shown below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Scs4TIElZVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/BrSbXGLAk1o/s1600-h/Untitled-Scanned-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Scs4TIElZVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/BrSbXGLAk1o/s200/Untitled-Scanned-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317405686276384082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above illustration is titled 'Aki No Hoketsu' which means Autumn Vacancy, or simply Autumn's Vacancy. Neither or them makes a difference. Those whose have already seen it in my deviantart homepage, I am sure you would know why the illustration is drawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I post it here to tie it with an answer to a simple question from another reviewer that had sent me a private message; that does not want to be mentioned by her penname. Anyway, her question was a such, I quote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'J-san, it sounds weird to be asking you this, but my curiosity gets to me every time I read about her when you mention her in your postings. Who is Aki?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give a huge a smile in return. That's a first, since no one really bothered to ask about Aki, I never bothered to bring up who exactly Aki is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who is Aki?&lt;br /&gt;A: She is my muse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one may ask what has the illustration to do with anything about this current topic I am talking about. Well, just to say that when I translate Aki's name into English, it means Autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, part of my Japanese name when said is 'Aki'. Ironically, my muse and I share the same name, in Japanese that is. However, 'Aki' in my name doesn't share the same meaning as my muse's name. Mine on the other hand means vacancy and much more to the meaning of emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the illustration is a tie in to 'Autumn Vacancy', if one gets what I mean. Just a quick note, if one has read my original fiction 'Autumn Vacancy', it has references to my life and Aki's life, as well. Well said if I would say that she was the one that inspired me to write that story since she said that I had the identity crisis then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aki, aki, aki... We use to mix each other up back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, the illustration above can might as well be said that it is a representation of Aki and I. One can go and guess who is who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That my readers, is another story, for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-1245798180258465460?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/1245798180258465460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/03/autumn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/1245798180258465460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/1245798180258465460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/03/autumn.html' title='Autumn.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/ScsoPgg5jhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MKzgeiVWzy8/s72-c/CCI25032009_00000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-2424464636062433116</id><published>2009-03-22T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:43:49.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>Innocent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/ScYCa46ojyI/AAAAAAAAAIk/QZk-FrkHedk/s1600-h/DSC00653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/ScYCa46ojyI/AAAAAAAAAIk/QZk-FrkHedk/s320/DSC00653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315939071135616802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; nothing but the result of falling sick on the last two days of a sailing competition. I can't help but say that it does bring to do a lot more than I thought I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a product of a try. I have never ever used &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;copic&lt;/span&gt; markers to colour my art pieces and this one is indeed a bold try or rather risk to take on such an illustration. I was terrified when colouring. Much to fact that my colour orientation will lead me to bring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt;  face into a shade of purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;katakana&lt;/span&gt; written on the illustration reads, it is none other than for my current Mai-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hime&lt;/span&gt; fan story 'Innocent starters'. It is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;surprising&lt;/span&gt; for me to throw in my all time favourite character, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tokiha&lt;/span&gt; Mai, into the lives of those two innocent starters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bad to say that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Reito's&lt;/span&gt; hair is grey this time round. Quite sorry to say that I didn't have any colour darker than C3 grey and marker black. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Yuuichi&lt;/span&gt; makes his presence with a grown up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tokiha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Takumi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew just pencilling down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Takumi&lt;/span&gt; would earn me quite a lot of eraser dust. This is called no reference illustration... No wonder why my table is littered with dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I hope all will continue reading 'Innocent starters' until the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*The exclusive chapter will come, but only until the very end of the coming winter. It is not part of the new year isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Paper doll' chapter 10 is going to uploaded soon. Followed closely by the ever so intriguing and exciting chapter 11 of the second arc of 'Paper doll'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally titled as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Katashiro&lt;/span&gt;, the second arc of this addictive story brings the readers into a new insight of the life of the one and only religious paper doll maker &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kuga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Natsuki&lt;/span&gt; and the mysterious past of her paper doll servant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Shizuru&lt;/span&gt;. What will happen within the confines of the Grand Shrine of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ise&lt;/span&gt; located in quietness of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kansai&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to the conclusion of the first arc and the start of the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all will enjoy and continue to read 'Paper doll'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-2424464636062433116?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/2424464636062433116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/03/innocent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/2424464636062433116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/2424464636062433116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/03/innocent.html' title='Innocent.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/ScYCa46ojyI/AAAAAAAAAIk/QZk-FrkHedk/s72-c/DSC00653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-2629516739837933935</id><published>2009-03-17T21:05:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:57:16.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>Insecurity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is called a post to ease all the words that have been stored up within me from all the reviews I get from fanfiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a quick post note, this post will be like all reviews, center on the topic they critique on. This lucky Mai-Hime fan story that has been chosen to be picked upon is none other than the very recently updated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Innocent starters.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I had done one post much centered on a review by Waffle, refer to post title 'Melty', whose review on 'Innocent starters' caught my attention like a moth to a flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, here, I realise that no one bothers to read my notes I put at the end at each chapter! I am quite angry, but I notice that not everyone has the time to drop by and read a boringly long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I really do hope that my reviewers for 'Innocent starters' read this. Simply because, I hate the fact that I'm repeating myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I will not babble on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Waffle had noticed, another review penned by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WouldBeSenpai&lt;/span&gt; wrote in his review, I quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why a JR line conductor? True, the job doesn't seem completely unlike what Natsuki would do. Yes, she is a rebel, but that attitude often puts people at a disadvantage when it comes to employment. So I could understand why she may not have done well in the job market. But how did she actually get the job?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first question I would like to answer with another review penned by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glowie&lt;/span&gt;, who wrote this, I quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I have to say that I couldn't agree with Natsuki's job (not saying that she enjoys it but...). I know most fics make her somewhat "stupid" but she's the rebel that does things she enjoys...conductor of the local JR line just spells "boring" and "putting on a smiling face" and it just doesn't seem like a job Natsuki would take even if she's starving.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I nod my head and give a meek smile. Now here I would give a bow of acknowledgement and say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I really thank you for the reviews that make me think and answer in a way that makes me excited and at the same time awkwardly intrigued about how everything is proceeding.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just seems that some just can't figure out why I put Natsuki working as a JR line attendant at Mitaka Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Read the post titled 'Melty' first if you want to know where I'm heading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waffle reviewed saying that the fandom reduces a character like Kuga into something like a blue collar worker or some part of the the 'working class'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to state a fact that yes being a JR line conductor is a blue collar job. Sitting behind the glass of the attending counter at the station is tiring to no end, furthermore, attending to more than a hundred people in a day. Work shifts of the rush hour and control the trains that travel in and out of the station. I must say that working as JR line attendant, time will never be their friend, because everything must be spot on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else everything will run late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I am not joking, a month or so in Japan is something I realised that time is essential and everything is clockwork, systematic and sometimes suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why a JR line conductor?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Natsuki is a rebel. That a fact that I'm sure everyone knows. It is a hard attitude to break, but so many things can happen in those seven years that one changes completely. A few may say, 'Show me the figures.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may say that I don't have such figures, but apparently I am one that has undergone such a big change in around the same length of time of five years, from a delinquent/rebel much like Natsuki to a person much more well-mannered, listening and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to promote myself or put Natsuki into a character much like me. However, I do know that changes do happen, much unexpectedly, at the most unexpected times, to the most unexpected people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 'Innocent starters', I would just like to say that Natsuki is the unexpected person to fall into the category were she undergoes changes were she, her attitude and personality of being a rebel is suppressed to allow herself to show who she actually is behind the girl that was hooded by seeking revenge for her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Environment and the people around can impact one just like that. It is an impact much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take seven years, since it was the time I mentioned in the first chapter, it is much enough to change one from a rebel into someone totally different. Much to say, that I have friends that are so. I write base on experience, though some may argue to say, 'How old are you to say that you can base on experience?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age does limit me. I am not even at the age to say I am an adult, however, I can say, that I have experienced more than I even want to know. I own my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I state, why Natsuki has apparently been noted in my story that her 'rebel attitude' is placing her in the wrong job, like a 'boring' JR line conductor. My answer is simple,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Natsuki has changed.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, some would argue, Natsuki is stubborn, how could she have changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would then humbly bow into defeat and say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Say what you have to say, think what you have to think. I cannot force you to think like what I want you to think.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer my readers to stay the way they are to anything. It is what makes us different and unique. That is what makes things interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WouldBeSenpai&lt;/span&gt;, I hope that answers why Natsuki was actually able to get the job as JR line station attendant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the feeling that another question would then be, 'If Natsuki changed for the better, then why isn't she working like in a business like Shizuru?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer is another simple one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Please read 'Innocent starters' again, for I know that I have stated in one of the daily slices of life that Natsuki had another job before working as a JR line station attendant.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one would ask,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then why did she change her job from that to a JR line station attendant?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh it off and bow humbly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then you would have to read on to find out.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not plainly throw in random information without thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WouldBeSenpai&lt;/span&gt; then carried on with another question, I quote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why were they(*Shizuru and Natsuki) separated for three years, and why would Natsuki suddenly return?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh happily. Simply because I have to say that I am already planning to do an exclusive chapter to just show you how these two innocent starter reunited. Natsuki didn't go and find Shizuru, neither did Shizuru go and find Natsuki. It was just to say...a coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spoiler by the way, but then, it keeps the suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to backtrack, because further on, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WouldBeSenpai&lt;/span&gt; stated that Natsuki IS a rebel and Natsuki would want to provide for her partner. I agree to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one would question me and state that I just contradicted my explanation. I look on in amusement and state logically,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Natsuki's rebel attitude didn't vanish completely despite being changed completely. Her rebel side/attitude was just suppressed by her true self, but indeed she does have times where her rebel attitude resurfaces momentarily.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stated that previously, the word suppress doesn't mean vanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, that is why I agree to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one didn't notice, I have written Natsuki to have matured into someone more mellow and listening than into someone just dashing out to do plain rational actions. It is all based on the fact that Natsuki personality has changed in those seven years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you WouldBeSenpai for such a wonderful review, you have actually made my tired day much less tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bow: Thank you for the hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison! I might say that I am happy that you have enjoyed the recent chapter of 'Innocent starters.'. I'm surprised that one likes summer, is it not hot like a furnace under the summer heat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn much to my liking is in tie much to my Japanese name. Hence I have too somehow grown a link in liking Autumn when I usually visit Japan in the Autumn. I would gladly say that the chapters to come would be something like the first two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Innocent starters' is a story that allows me to relax, so I tend to go with the flow when I write. I don't think so much like when I write 'Paper doll'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the love stones at Jishu Shrine...Yes I do have quite a bad sense of direction, that is a very good guess! However, almost into a bush, it makes me laugh, in a happy way, that I'm going nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not destined to find love at such a young age. Even though most may say that love is best enjoyed when young. However, I find that I am still bit too young to find love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress like always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are a gift and I am extremely happy with them because here I type to all that have been reading my fan stories, even those who are not interested but have clicked on it to give it a peek:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-2629516739837933935?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/2629516739837933935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/03/insecurity.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/2629516739837933935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/2629516739837933935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/03/insecurity.html' title='Insecurity.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-4023544427332563052</id><published>2009-03-14T23:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:06:38.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>Exclusive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SbvSKKw9sXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/X6CHxGG0I1o/s1600-h/CCI14032009_00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SbvSKKw9sXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/X6CHxGG0I1o/s320/CCI14032009_00001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313071257543881074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonder that 'Paper doll' is getting me more focused on my daily activities. Maybe it's simply because of the fact that I have to use my diary to get everything planned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I have said from chapter 9 of Paper doll, that chapter 10 will be the end of the first arc and chapter 11 the start of the second arc. The above illustration is a quick not-detailed one that I have done up for the second arc. As one can see that two more characters will be inside the second arc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, it is still a story centered around Natsuki and Shizuru. The appearance of Tokiha Mai and her brother Takumi is just to make the story more visual and realistic in the olden times of Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from 'Paper doll', I've been doing up the second chapter of 'Innocent starters' because of the simple fact that I needed a break from writing such typical and upsettingly long one-shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to curse myself. Pardon my weird behaviour. Stress has somehow not kicked my gear box yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, Thank you for all the hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a seminar recently and I noticed that one of the speakers spent seven more minutes talking about himself when 5 minutes earlier was used to introduce him to us, the listeners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely listened after the first 7 minutes and I nodded off looking through the papers I was given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times like these, I wished that I had at least looked through what the programmes and talks that would be held were going to be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-4023544427332563052?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/4023544427332563052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/03/exclusive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/4023544427332563052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/4023544427332563052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/03/exclusive.html' title='Exclusive.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SbvSKKw9sXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/X6CHxGG0I1o/s72-c/CCI14032009_00001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-7081812419594146596</id><published>2009-03-05T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:25:13.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>Premiere.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Sa_eT0KVJcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/utFAc1gI8DQ/s1600-h/010209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Sa_eT0KVJcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/utFAc1gI8DQ/s320/010209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309706917693957570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like always, I have my share of love with the norm and I like it to be that way for a while. The above &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;illust&lt;/span&gt; is dated from last month, but I couldn't take my eyes of it for a while, so I decided to share the love from it with all. I hope one enjoys it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is decided that the story 'Paper doll' will have an exclusive short illustrated story put aside. I know I have a lot of illustrations for my stories yet to be uploaded here, but no avail, I will upload it when my scanner is not causing so much problems for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be centered, like its' fiction, around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shizuru&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Natsuki&lt;/span&gt;; an event prior to the main story that is currently in-progress on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fanfiction&lt;/span&gt;. This story has taken quite a lot of attention from me lately, and it somewhat gives me the urge to continue to write more. Slightest due to the fact that I have to make every chapter short due the fact I'm writing it with pencil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such an excuse...bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Akeome&lt;/span&gt; the longest battle' chapter 4 is currently under draft stage, so as said in the previous post, it will most likely come out after the upload of a new one-shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold all thoughts, but sadly the up coming one-shot is not 'And I was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;concierge&lt;/span&gt;'. I am very sorry to all that have been anxiously waiting for its arrival, but that one-shot has a long history that I have deal with. However, I assure that it will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I have been looking for someone to do a collaboration with since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aki&lt;/span&gt; is busy for this month. So if there is anyone out that is in to do up a challenge, let's see what we can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the hard work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher picks on me since my name that is called in class is the easiest to remember. All she does is just say: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;my&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;my&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;my&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it is fun when you answer to your name that you always wanted to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No a lot of people call me by that name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood in front of the shop, looking quite dumbly at the set that was displayed out in front. My eyes skipped to the price and I realised my wallet had not even a single cent inside and I had to find a way to get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after some time, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;managed&lt;/span&gt; to pull myself away from the shop. Another time, I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. How much public transportation cost these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/my&gt;&lt;/my&gt;&lt;/my&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/2602191079019359620-7081812419594146596?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/7081812419594146596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/03/premiere.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/7081812419594146596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/7081812419594146596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/03/premiere.html' title='Premiere.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/Sa_eT0KVJcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/utFAc1gI8DQ/s72-c/010209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-5912500475557001800</id><published>2009-02-28T21:58:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:29:35.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>Comment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Please me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend not to get over reactive when someone mentions something bad about characters from Mai-Hime/Otome. However, when I noticed something that was aimed at particularly Shizuru, I kind of just blew my top. Just to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It is, particularly, not nice to Shizuru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she has that very dignity that inspires me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted for a while, since I landed up with a lot of things on my hands lately. However, now... I think I'm free to update the stories on fan fiction. Firstly, Chapter 5 of 'Paper doll' will be posted up soon, it will be a short chapter this time round, but then again, it has its share of interaction between master and servant. Secondly, 'Avant-danse' the first chapter may be uploaded onto fanfiction. I feel kind of bad for leaving it around in my computer. Thirdly, 'Akeome the longest battle', Chapter 4 will come out soon after the release of an up and coming Mai-Hime one-shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise that this one-shot won't disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it is common for me to give out the title of the one-shot, but for now, I think I'll leave it hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SalGeIHwfAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ENMm3DA2tiM/s1600-h/CCI19022009_00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SalGeIHwfAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ENMm3DA2tiM/s320/CCI19022009_00001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307851119222881282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I realised that 'Akeome the longest battle' is the very first Mai-Hime fan fic I wrote for the category. I don't really remember it having a solid good storyline like 'More than fine' or 'Phantasm Finality'. However, I do remember that it was one that made me actually take out a pencil and illustrate what Natsuki would look like. I couldn't find that illust I did, but I certainly remembered what I drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, the above illustration is to celebrate my first Mai-Hime fan fic, 'Akeome, the longest battle'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the readers and reviewers that are supporting this story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give a deep bow and lift up with a warm smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick conversation, but a meaningful one and it was like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Look, at me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to look at her and she smiled, showing her dress at me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Isn't it nice?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Kind of, I suppose.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Really?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Should I be honest?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you living in a lie? A fabricated fog just for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it is another person's lie that you're living in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-5912500475557001800?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/5912500475557001800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/02/comment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/5912500475557001800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/5912500475557001800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/02/comment.html' title='Comment.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SalGeIHwfAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ENMm3DA2tiM/s72-c/CCI19022009_00001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-5070313210682363034</id><published>2009-02-21T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T02:06:52.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged'/><title type='text'>Formo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I came back from supper and realised that I hadn't off my computer and I realised that I was tagged by none other than the Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yuuki&lt;/span&gt;. So for the fun of it, I'm doing this just for you (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yuuki&lt;/span&gt;), here it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Are you male or female?&lt;br /&gt;-光 , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Utada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hikaru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I feel that I'm suppose to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fall in&lt;/span&gt; love with myself? Aw, shit.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Describe&lt;/span&gt; yourself.&lt;br /&gt;-秋爽 , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kotoko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ah...I think it suits my Japanese name (just) perfectly.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3)What do people feel when they're around you?&lt;br /&gt;-ダイアモンド クレバス , シェリル・ノーム starring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;May'n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[It's long, long, goodbye...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4)Describe your current relationship&lt;br /&gt;- 乙女心, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kotoko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yes sir! I'm single!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5)Where would you like to be now?&lt;br /&gt;-SECRET AMBITION , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mizuki&lt;/span&gt; Nana&lt;br /&gt;[...What am I suppose to be? A magical girl?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6)How do feel about love?&lt;br /&gt;-約束の場所へ, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Yonekura&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Chihiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The promised land...ugh how cheesy.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7)What's your life like?&lt;br /&gt;-Face of fact, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kotoko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Is this some kind of sick joke?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8)What would you ask if you had only one wish?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tsubomi&lt;/span&gt;-blue dreams-, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Suara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ah, the words from the heart. Dreamy...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9)If someone says 'Is this okay?', what would you say?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ライオン, ランカ・リー (中島愛), シェリル・ノーム starring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;May'n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I won't sleep!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10)How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;-Innocent Starter, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Mizuki&lt;/span&gt; Nana&lt;br /&gt;[I look into the sky and wonder.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(11)What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;-What 'bout my star?@Formo, ランカ・リー (中島愛), シェリル・ノーム starring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;May'n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Darlin&lt;/span&gt;', No you, No life. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt; that's absolute!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12)How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;-Fatally, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Kotoko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;gundam&lt;/span&gt; pilot!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(13)What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;-Resolution of soul, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Kotoko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ookami&lt;/span&gt;!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(14)What would you do on a first date?&lt;br /&gt;-アイモ O.C., ランカ・リー (中島愛)&lt;br /&gt;[I don't searching for a warm ocean.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(15)What do you often think about?&lt;br /&gt;-ノーザンクロス, シェリル・ノーム starring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;May'n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Makes me sound forlorn; ironic.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(16)What is 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;-Changes, Baseball bear&lt;br /&gt;[Change, change, change!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(17)What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;-Shooting star, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Kotoko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Am I suppose to be happy about this?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(18)What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Kuchibiru&lt;/span&gt; Daydream, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Misato&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Aki&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[Great, it makes me sound like a pervert.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(19)What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;インフィニティ, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;シェリル・ノーム starring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;May'n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(20)What do you think about when you set sight onto the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;-Wing my way, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Kotoko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Well, that title is kind of true, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;lil'nutcase&lt;/span&gt;, you should know&lt;/span&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(21)What will you dance to during your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;-恋におちたら, Crystal Kay&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Ooo&lt;/span&gt;, I really don't mind this song.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(22)What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;-ひまわり, Sugar&lt;br /&gt;[I think I will be brought back to life.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(23)What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;-Love so sweet, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Arashi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Well, it is quite true.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(24)What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;-Sentimental Memory, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Saeko&lt;/span&gt; Chiba&lt;br /&gt;[I am definitely going to shout:DURAN!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(25)What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;-Second flight, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Kotoko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Enemy plane in sight.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Yuuki&lt;/span&gt;, I hope that satisfies you. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt; apparently wanted my life to be filled with Japanese songs, so sorry if you don't know any of the above songs. Then again, I had fun laughing at the mockery it was making out. Well then, I hope to hear from you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-5070313210682363034?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/5070313210682363034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/02/formo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/5070313210682363034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/5070313210682363034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/02/formo.html' title='Formo!'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-168036722093082075</id><published>2009-02-20T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:22:51.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>Paper.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SZ5lUANQl0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/k80uOhyJx4E/s1600-h/200209190209-PD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SZ5lUANQl0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/k80uOhyJx4E/s320/200209190209-PD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304788805416425282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The above illustration is none other for the current Mai-Hime fanfiction that I am currently writing. Give a hand for 'Paper doll'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is something that I always pictured when I was writing the chapters of 'Paper doll'. The sad thing is that my writing hand is getting a little sore from writing continuously. True, is why I am not using the computer to type out the chapters? Simply because, I realised that when I write it out with pencil, the less distracted I am and the more focused I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That more or less explains it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It keeps me away from deviating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I don't really talk about why I start stories, but Aki came by and asked why I started 'Autumn Vacancy'. I didn't really know how to answer her so I just smiled at her and told her to just keep on reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it just came along in a haunting dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came along a little girl that sat on a bench near the train station. The surrounding was blurred and all I could see was this girl that sat alone on the stone bench. She looked at me and I stared back. There was typically no sound within this dream of mine and all I could feel was the winter chill rise upon my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me when I sat down next to her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Who are you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how to answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-168036722093082075?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/168036722093082075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/02/paper.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/168036722093082075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/168036722093082075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/02/paper.html' title='Paper.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SZ5lUANQl0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/k80uOhyJx4E/s72-c/200209190209-PD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-3444999870160666814</id><published>2009-02-18T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:46:10.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kargo'/><title type='text'>Immortal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I want red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want no red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want no red but red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SZviKWeuIWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0l7aoEK2V_o/s1600-h/180209-GHN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SZviKWeuIWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0l7aoEK2V_o/s320/180209-GHN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304081653619892578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The above illustration is none other for Blue Lone Wolf! For another wonderful and sensational chapter of 'Go Home, Natsuki.' this is my illustrated review for you. Once again, I present a picture as my review, one can say that actions speaks more than words. Those strokes are my actions, I really enjoyed the very recent chapter of that fanfiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese words by Natsuki reads: I'm Home, Shizuru.&lt;br /&gt;Shizuru replies: Welcome back, Natsuki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give a smile and bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next chapter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Paper doll', chapter 3 will be uploaded, followed very soon by chapter 4. I hope by then people would have picked up the hint of what Shizuru is, and roughly figure out what is the relation between Natsuki and Shizuru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Avant-Danse' would be turned into a series of chapters, after I realised that if I would put it into a one-shot, I would be still typing away like 'And I was the concierge.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, set up, I'm ready to write either. Both stories excite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deviate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Celebrating 'Kargo, the longest journey''s 1st anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SZvllTsipAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zLFXdrxY3mc/s1600-h/170209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SZvllTsipAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zLFXdrxY3mc/s320/170209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304085415263904770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was digging through my papers and I found this short drabble that I had written quite a long time ago when I was first introduced to Mai-Hime, it was around the time I was writing 'Akeome'. So here I decide to have some fun again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'It's expensive.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stated, as a matter of fact, to me. I looked at the price again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I...agree.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave it a long look and I scratched my head, she glanced at the glass panel for a while and she let out a long sigh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Natsuki, forget it. You can get me something else.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let out a frustrated groan as she tugged me on the arm and tried her best to lead me away from the display. I held my stance and pulled her back with my free hand, I was not letting my goal just slip away like water,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No. I'm getting you that.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me exasperatedly and hit my chest softly. I growled playfully at her and her stared hard at me with her crimson eyes, my emerald just shone in brilliance. She pleaded with me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Come on, you'll spoil me like that.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took hold of her hand and I pulled her closer and breathed into her face,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Aren't you the only thing I'll spoil?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pinched my cheek in a flash and I jumped back, rubbing the sore spot. She placed her hands on her hips and she huffed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't treat me like a child!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved back to stand next to her and I eased a breath,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yet aren't you the one that said you rather be my child?' I continued without much thought, 'With that you could always ask me to...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hands covered my mouth and I saw the tinge of pink rush across her face...Score! I kissed her palm and she released her hold and grabbed hard onto my arm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'With that I could always ask you to get me something else!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt myself being tugged away from the display panel and I smirked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, yes,' I tightened my hold on her hand, 'Anything for you, Shizuru.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Thus ends the drabble-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that I was already in love with those two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet intoxication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2602191079019359620-3444999870160666814?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/3444999870160666814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/02/immortal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/3444999870160666814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/3444999870160666814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/02/immortal.html' title='Immortal.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SZviKWeuIWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0l7aoEK2V_o/s72-c/180209-GHN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-14150497658159480</id><published>2009-02-14T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:45:16.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library wars'/><title type='text'>Vacancy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SZbdHm-lx3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/SxhlLMrIVBo/s1600-h/130209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SZbdHm-lx3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/SxhlLMrIVBo/s320/130209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302668734067230578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And are you my prince?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The desire to write about a good Mai-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hime&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fanfic&lt;/span&gt; for Valentine's day has apparently not gotten over my head just yet. Maybe I should, or maybe I shouldn't. That depends on my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Katashiro&lt;/span&gt;' will be uploaded soon, the very first chapter will be uploaded followed soon by the second if I have a good response, or else I will scrap it. I hate to do it, but I just seem to find that incomplete stories with a lack of response just puts me down. Then again, I believe that the reviews does make the writer happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy reader makes a happy writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A review makes a writer write more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reader makes a review that is worth so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is my theory so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I don't like to force people to write a review. It somehow pains me to ask to R&amp;amp;R. However, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;personally&lt;/span&gt; feel happy when I upload a story for people all over the world to read. It makes me feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are thinking of what is the Autumn Vacancy tag that is on the sideline? It simply leads one to the site of one of the original fiction that I will be posting on another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blog spot&lt;/span&gt;. The summary is as followed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In the endless search for her own identity, she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;accompanied&lt;/span&gt; by this unknown young girl that tags along with her through her journey. As the days passed with this mysterious young girl, can one really find who she truly is? Or is she simply living within the fabrication of her shadow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hence it starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a mix of genres inside, but usually it revolves around the main idea of finding one's identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking how fun it would be to write in such a way. So if one reads it, I hope you would enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the hard work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone! Spread the love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here I pass you a rose, a purple one in fact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SZbeNHkLwUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/CuY3Zu314KU/s1600-h/DSC00633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SZbeNHkLwUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/CuY3Zu314KU/s320/DSC00633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302669928225816898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was caught in traffic, well human traffic, and this was one of the conversations I heard while trudging along side this couple. The boy was tall and the girl was short, and I realised how the girl seemingly tried to reach the boy's height by wearing quite high stilettos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The girl clung onto the boy's arm and I heard somewhat as followed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached up to pull my headphones down and I wondered why there was such a crowd in front of me. I looked at the side and I realised that there was a tall boy standing next to me and to his left was a girl. I had thought she was tall but I looked down to find her wearing heels. The girl had a high pitched voice and she whined,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why aren't we moving?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned back and realised that the crowd I was in was moving at a slow pace, I took a small step back to try to ease into a slower pace. The boy just shrugged his shoulder and grumbled something about a sale going on up ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then why did you bring me here?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said an apology to the woman on my left and I perked my ears to hear his response. He sounded tired,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, you wanted to come here.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, when did I say that?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed my headphones back on and drummed in the music. I smiled at everyone and murmured to myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Lucky me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-14150497658159480?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/14150497658159480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/02/vacancy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/14150497658159480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/14150497658159480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/02/vacancy.html' title='Vacancy.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SZbdHm-lx3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/SxhlLMrIVBo/s72-c/130209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-1508303181277807669</id><published>2009-02-13T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:27:19.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>Memorial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SZVmzBSy2sI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wL5JfN3QMH4/s1600-h/120209-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SZVmzBSy2sI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wL5JfN3QMH4/s320/120209-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302257163005254338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The illustration above shows how I doodle about when I typically just wait for the time to take the train up to my training venue. I didn't really have any orientation for the illustration, I started off with Mai and then just progressed along to just draw out the following characters from Mai-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hime&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wasn't really into who I was drawing so I just roughly made out the characters, so I apologise if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nao&lt;/span&gt; doesn't look like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nao&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Takumi&lt;/span&gt; looking a little more grown up. I was just in a drawing phase, that meant I was just drawing with no sense really, that explains why everyone in the illustration look disappointingly down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That has apparently been taken off my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of readers who didn't state their name popped in a message in my mail box, asking me whether '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Katashiro&lt;/span&gt;' and '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Avant&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Danse&lt;/span&gt;' is part of the one-shot series. Well, this is the answer Mister Anonymous:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Katashiro&lt;/span&gt;' will not be a one-shot, though I stated it in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fanfiction&lt;/span&gt; profile under  up coming one-shots. Though it will somewhat be alike 'Phantasm Finality' it will not be a one-shot. It has a reason I will not state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Avant&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Danse&lt;/span&gt;' on the other hand is under a state of dilemma because I have the notion to bring it under a one-shot if I plan not to drag the plot. However, if I take in all the loopholes, I will have it as a series of chapters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, 'And I was the concierge' will stay a one-shot, even though it has to be one bloody long one-shot. I will stick to my word on what I had said in the chapters of 'Prologues.'. I will not bring it down into a series! I will not!! For as long it has to take me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not intend to take back my word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't have the slightest clue what to do when my two of my friends came up to me and asked me out for a all-singles day on Valentine's day. I looked dumbly at them and at that moment when I was trying to think of an answer, my mind just went into a crash. So in the end, I eventually said yes. I moved along agreeing and insisted I would be buying the drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So here I am, trying to think of what kind of drinks do I need to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I hadn't been asked out on Valentine's day so I'm quite surprised and happy in a way even though I'm celebrating with my friends. Cheers! I'm looking forward to it. Love comes in all sorts of ways, apparently I share it through time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is simply just irreversible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I wish everyone a Happy Valentine's Day for tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed the shopping trolley over to her languidly and gave out a loud sigh. At that, she picked up my reluctance and turned over from where she was browsing at the cleaning liquids,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Stop groaning, if you didn't want to come, then you shouldn't have.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up my heavy head and stared at her, I huffed out noisily,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What, so you don't want me to spend time with you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a glare and I raised my hands in defeat. She moved back to her browsing and I pushed the trolley behind her and I noticed this on one of the shelves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SZVw4E-trtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/68wuHIGXaBM/s1600-h/DSC00622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SZVw4E-trtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/68wuHIGXaBM/s320/DSC00622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302268245010394834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Japanese words read: Hair colour, Apricot brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at it and I let out a laugh, she caught it and stood behind me asking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What now?', she moved over to look over my shoulder, 'You want me to dye my hair?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bit on my laughter and I held my mirth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, not really, I was just thinking how that girl on that cover looks a little like you!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a blank stare and smacked me on the back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Please. Flatter me in a more appropriate way.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She moved away from me and I snapped that picture with my phone, she does look like that girl on the cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was the one that once called me charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;, and here I thank her for the good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2602191079019359620-1508303181277807669?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/1508303181277807669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/02/memorial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/1508303181277807669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/1508303181277807669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/02/memorial.html' title='Memorial.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SZVmzBSy2sI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wL5JfN3QMH4/s72-c/120209-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-2964393095359037781</id><published>2009-02-12T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:00:00.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library wars'/><title type='text'>Joker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SZPS4VuPOLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UlGzw-bKIBo/s1600-h/110209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SZPS4VuPOLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UlGzw-bKIBo/s320/110209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301813051690793138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For 11.02.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SZPS4TuwK1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/x_OXeBD2Wm4/s1600-h/120209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SZPS4TuwK1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/x_OXeBD2Wm4/s320/120209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301813051156081490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have yet to satisfy my desire to draw ShizNat interaction in my daily illustrations. Ooo, I must learn to stop re-watching the series, yet I think that will make me yearn for more. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, I shall start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Alison or simply Blue Lone Wolf! Why is it so upsetting to have 'And I was the concierge' broken down into a series of chapters? It's simply because from the very start I wanted it to be part of my Mai-Hime one-shot series. Refer to 'Prologues' if you want a better picture, I started there. If I were to break it down into chapters, I will have the loopholes to allow me to drag the story even more and I don't want it to collect dust like 'Akeome'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, that's why I'm upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, that notion of breaking one-shots down puts me on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this is for another round of fun: I was reading something on the net and suddenly someone's messenger personal message popped up and read exactly this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Shiznat? O.o'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at it and then rubbed my eyes, my eye brows rose and I coughed. I didn't know who this person was, since apparently he/she added me to her contact list without bothering to tell me who he or she is. Then, after much thought of trying to find out who this person was, I burst into a fit of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told lil'nutcase about it and she told me that maybe that someone read my blog and didn't know what exactly this Shiznat I was rambling about. I answered lil'nutcase in a monotonous voice that shouldn't that person just go to the net and google the word: 'Shiznat?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil'nutcase followed on to me that maybe that person didn't think about it or maybe the person didn't even know that such a word or an abbreviation even existed. I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried it out myself and after pressing enter to search for Shiznat, the first thing I saw was images of Shizuru and Natsuki, followed by links that led to explanations of what Shiznat meant. Which simply means, Shizuru and Natsuki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that friendly quiet person, I hope you understand what Shiznat means. You can google the word like what I have done if you're not satisfied. Then again, cheers to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aki popped by with a few illustration in hand and showed me the new doujinshi she was going to finish. I looked about it and realised that again, she made the impossible possible. Like before, she took Macross characters like of Brera and Sheryl and made them in a couple. (Relate to previous post 'Interface'.) I thought that was impossible to write about those two, but she surprised me. Then now, she took Library Wars characters like Kasahara and Shibaki and turned them in a couple when they are totally straight in the series!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! She makes my head spin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, she told me that I have to learn to review, that this doujinshi that she was illustrating is a one-sided affair with the feelings of mostly Shibaki. She moved on to tell me that though she faced a lot of problems while writing the plot up, she made it a little easier for she looked and took in small details between the two characters that weren't explored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She poked my chest and stared at me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You better be writing a good one.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have, 'Avant-Danse' is one that I have been writing that has more twist and turns that I could have ever imagined. I hope I don't put Aki down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick one happened not long ago and I took note of it. Hence the conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the salad sauce and slobbed on a lot more than what I had did for my mayonnaise and he looked as if he wanted to stop my very actions. My vegetables were more or less covered in thick sauce, I think I was eating the sauce that the salad. Drinking, more or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finished his plate while I chewed on mine effortlessly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How has she been doing?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eh?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouth was full and he stared at me. I swallowed hard and I fingered the lettuce,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I don't know. I don't really care nowadays.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'She and you are the same.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him this time and sneered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What do you know?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That both of you won't care about each other because neither of you want to take the courage to just ask a simply question.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He paused,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Like: How are you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's not like she'll care.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave out the loudest huff of breath, frustrated at my choice of words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're an idiot!' He crossed his arms over his chest, 'There's no harm in asking.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked back at my plate and scrunched up my face,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How do you know?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Because I took the first step.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked my salad and I closed my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you be as bold to take the first step?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-2964393095359037781?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/2964393095359037781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/02/joker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/2964393095359037781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/2964393095359037781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/02/joker.html' title='Joker.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SZPS4VuPOLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UlGzw-bKIBo/s72-c/110209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-1852830127523689254</id><published>2009-02-10T19:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:17:08.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>Away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SZFRS4qYWMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7cj_eT-DjQ4/s1600-h/100209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SZFRS4qYWMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7cj_eT-DjQ4/s320/100209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301107621281421506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Avant-Danse' is up and running. 'Katashiro/Paper doll' will be put on hold and lastly 'And I was the concierge' will likely be broken down into a series of chapters, that I cannot stand for I just can't see a one-shot to be broken down into something I thought was so intangible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;m upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot let that happen. God I feel useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for some fun that I haven't had in a while:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was actually part of 'Innocent starters' but due to the constraints of which drabble I was going to put in the final, I left this particular one out. So out of the draft this one came:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natsuki threw on her shirt, as she buttoned it up, she made her way pass the bathroom to check on her partner. She glanced at the beauty that stood in front of the mirror and spoke loud enough for both of them to hear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You don't need to doll up, we're just going to eat lunch.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm not.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then what are you doing in front of the mirror that takes 5 minutes of time away?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was said in reply and emerald eyes stared briefly at her companion. Getting tad a little impatient, the midnight rider eased out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'll wait at the door.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes passed and Natsuki stared back at the walkway to their room and looked down back to her boots. She gave off a breath and wondered what was taking Shizuru so long just to get ready for lunch? She untied the laces of her boots and kicked up from the front step and headed for the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Shizuru?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natsuki called out hesitantly as she approached the bathroom, then as she turned to step through the doorway, a flurry of brown was seen and suddenly she pressed against the wall. Hot lips smeared against hers, clear emerald eyes widened at the impact and resisted at first to only realise that her brown haired companion was kissing her. Arms went around her neck and she fought back for dominance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, after a long passionate battle, and when a draw was finally met, both pulled apart for air and she realised how red Shizuru's lips were. Touching the sides of her lips, Natsuki stared at the crimson substance and growled,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Lipstick!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracing the jaw of midnight blue, Shizuru smiled deviously and purred innocently,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I always wanted to do that.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at her partner that was slumped against her, Natsuki groaned,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ugh! How much did you put on!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Enough for me to do it once more.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Natsuki saw was the haze of desire in those crimson pools and then the rest was history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thus ends this short drabble-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was written on the 01.01.09. It seems that I had my own fun on the first day of the New Year. Then again, I remember all I had with me was my book and my little hermit self that sat in the room. I wondered where everyone went to then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said once, I'll say it again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My presence was more of an absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had not talk to her for quite some time and not too long ago when she came to pick me up, we had a small conversation that went somewhat like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the buildings that whizzed past us and turned to look at how fast was she was driving. She caught my stare and instead of telling me what I thought she would say, like how she knew she shouldn't be driving so fast, she said this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You seem down.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned away and let out a weird noise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ughzzt.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She chuckled,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What is that suppose to mean?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm out of battery.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed this time and I slumped further back into the cushion of the front seat. She moved her eyes back onto the road and I gave out a sigh. Soon enough, she just spoke aloud,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Maybe it is just not your cup of tea?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked down at the huge blister on my left hand that had burst recently and I forced out a weak smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah, maybe it is.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned the car into the tunnel and I watched the scenery change and the tunnel lights flood my view. She continued after me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's alright, you'll find something else you would enjoy even more.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I smiled a true one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Something that is to my favour of my taste buds.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that, we both laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you doing what you like? Or are you forcing yourself too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-1852830127523689254?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/1852830127523689254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/02/away.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/1852830127523689254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/1852830127523689254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/02/away.html' title='Away.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SZFRS4qYWMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7cj_eT-DjQ4/s72-c/100209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-2736508131086448597</id><published>2009-02-08T00:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:55:02.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>Reunion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Enter the Dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, the fascination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How illusioned by the nature of precision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SY2zhucrKZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/uGtzgrJ7ULo/s1600-h/070209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SY2zhucrKZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/uGtzgrJ7ULo/s320/070209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300089728470296978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above illustration will be coloured soon enough. This is what happens when one watches too much Mai-Hime and Mai-Otome. Now with that happening, all I need to get a happy grin to be smeared across my face is to see some ShizNat interaction. I think I'll never get enough of them; that is what makes me stick to writing Mai-Hime fanfiction stories. They are just one irresistible pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I draw with delight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as in not believing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the daily updates of my progress of my writings. This, I am happy to say that I have finally gotten back the spirit to write with no distractions. That is something for me to rejoice, I'm glad that all that sputtering nonsense has gone out of my system. With that, I thank all for waiting long, I will try my best not to disappoint after all the delays. Once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This is a slice of life just for you; Bones!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (I hope you enjoy it after all you have said to me, I feel honoured to have such an amigo like you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title of this post is 'Reunion', I start off with a tinge of happiness. Since the end of last year, I always had the tingling feeling within me that seem to inkle away that I won't be able to meet up with my friends. However, it seemed to have be proven wrong by the fact that I have recently met up with the group of friends I see as best; with no coloured glass to hinder my view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, my happiness moves on to utter glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot help but feel giddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back on this day, I had series of interesting conversations with mainly two people. Each living a different life by looking through different points of views, aiming for different visions, and each engulfed with a very different sense of sensibility. However, as I review, I seemed to have indulged myself with the former, hence I will state only one. I met up with Major and had quite an intriguing conversation that went along the lines like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train jerked and I wobbled on my stand, grabbing quite desperately onto the pole, Major apparently seemed unfazed by it. After the nasal announcement of the train rang over our heads, Major looked at me with quite a depressed look, she continued with our small talk that we had left when we boarded the crowded train. Agitated to get it out, she spoke,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It just seemed unfair, that I had to hear the information from someone else.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept quiet and smiled at her, I allowed her to continue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It does not feel right to have that happen, especially when I am involved.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on my face somehow could not be wiped off and I took my turn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Things like these happen...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major bit back, harshly but with not a single hint of venom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But, with all that I have done?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept up with the forced smile as she continued. I briefly looked away and muttered under a heavy breath, with much assurance that she could not hear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then what can you say about me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Major ended the conversation on a happier and more relaxed note. Things just happen and things are made the way they are; that's special. Then again, there are always the pros and cons to a coin with two faces. With that there is always the presence of either the head or the tail. One can't have both, but at least one can experience the trial to be able to have a second try to flip the coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you lucky or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil'nutcase once told me that I had the slightest chance that my type of love could prevail, but something inside of me told me to tell her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'This cannot keep up forever.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil'nutcase smiled a sad smile, pity likely for me, and I smiled a real one to myself under the security of the darkness. I pulled my hands to my face and I took in how big my hands were, how much can I hold? Time has finally passed and I recently stood listening to the voices that have ultimately reached my ears. Now I smile the same sad smile like that of Lil'nutcase, but this one that encases sympathy that is filled along side remorse. For me to feel and see, I give into a forced smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My compliments are my losses, with that I am somewhat happy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.K hid his face behind the buzzing screen and typed in somewhat sadness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm sure you would feel much more better this way.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'Congratulations.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-2736508131086448597?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/2736508131086448597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/02/reunion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/2736508131086448597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/2736508131086448597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/02/reunion.html' title='Reunion.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SY2zhucrKZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/uGtzgrJ7ULo/s72-c/070209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-4302143651676502117</id><published>2009-02-06T19:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:48:39.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>Interface.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A thousand years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYwUf4U8WkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/J9hYz1GrYfA/s1600-h/060209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYwUf4U8WkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/J9hYz1GrYfA/s320/060209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299633399436958274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have never been so happy to be able to draw such an illustration that has the both of them together. I should do a coloured one, but then again, I rather do another pose for these two or else there won't be any fun in it. When I mean ShizNat interaction, I really mean it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said in my previous post, 'Katashiro' and now with a new impulse story, 'Avant-Danse', can make a quick short debut on fanfiction. I can't really say it is a one-shot type of material, but it can have the potential to be, if my distracted mind can stay on the path like it has not been for 'And I was the concierge'. Then again, I have the notion to keep it like 'Akeome.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it seems that it will be left to collect dust like 'Akeome.' Ah, that is why I like writing one-shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it to come at one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One-shot it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aki never mentioned that she will be sending me mail of a storyline for a macross frontier fan story. Well...not until I received it in my mailbox, then did I realise what she wanted from me. I read it through and took a huge notice on the pairing and I was quite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was very amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, there was a request for me to just do up a simply cover illust so she could get the feel of it and this is what I did for her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYwUgA7cbAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1nKtvXYgOk4/s1600-h/060209-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYwUgA7cbAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1nKtvXYgOk4/s320/060209-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299633401745927170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Titled: Deep Purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a dilemma on whether I should put the pairing on and I got over it soon enough when I noticed how awkwardly awesome if these two got together. Since these two particular characters are at the ends of each other's world and they seemed to have no interaction between them throughout the whole series, I might as well give it a go at supporting the both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know but... this pair may come to certain liking, if one can mess up their lives so badly that they can fall for each other. I'm really, really amused that it can actually work by just reading Aki's fanstory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you next deculture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.K and I have the best conversations. I've never noticed it before, but I seem to enjoy talking to him at times even when he's complaining and whining. Times like these are fun, that I have to just say that we had a conversation that went somewhat like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I plan to take over the world.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh. Heil Hitler!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.K looked at me and I laughed at his confused expression. I flipped through the pages of my textbook and reached over to take my highlighter, at that moment he got up and asked me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you want tea?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eh?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tea? You know like green tea?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my Pocari can and shook my head. He smiled at me and I watched him walk over to the vending machine to punch out a can of tea. He came back to the table and popped the can open, he stopped to talk to me before he took a swig of his tea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you know that tea keeps you healthy?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, I do know that.', I did a quick scan on the page I was reading and flipped to the next, 'But you can't drink so much of it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What makes you say that.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My six sense.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed and he sneered at my apparent looseness of the topic. I held back my laughter and I fingered the can with my highlighter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's artificially flavoured and it has too much sugar. Why don't you drink the ones that are really made from tea leaves.' I looked at his expression, 'That makes the healthy aspect a hundred percent true.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bah! Like I am going to do that.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged my shoulders and snickered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'All the best, oh conqueror of the world.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raised his arms into the air,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm not going to die of diabetes!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Whatever suits you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that, I returned to doing up my notes as he drank about another four cans in the next fifteen minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, I don't know who to have a tea party if not for A.K. Thank you for always being there with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-4302143651676502117?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/4302143651676502117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/02/interface.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/4302143651676502117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/4302143651676502117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/02/interface.html' title='Interface.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYwUf4U8WkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/J9hYz1GrYfA/s72-c/060209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-8695180531038855767</id><published>2009-02-05T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:34:58.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='神聖'/><title type='text'>Dance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Follow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show your smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say: Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYra6E3FIkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7AYPixgCbMQ/s1600-h/040209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYra6E3FIkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7AYPixgCbMQ/s320/040209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299288602826842690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149979;"&gt;神聖!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For February 2009. Since the last illust post was Natsuki, this month will be for Shizuru!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To follow up with that, this particular illustration goes to Blue Lone Wolf! This is up for her current Mai-Hime fanfiction titled 'Go home, Natsuki.'. Though I may be a author, but I have my limits to write a review for an on-going story. Truth be told, I can't write a good review, and I won't write one even when I'm forced or not forced too. I can't express my own feelings, personally, in words. However, at least I allow the picture to paint a thousand words. That is my review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Blue Lone Wolf! This is my review to you, I'm very moved by your story, but I hope you would really follow the title as you said in your latest chapter. I hope to read that Natsuki will go home to the place where she will feel belonged and receive the love she has pursed for so long. Well, that is what I picture a home to be. I look forward, in anticipation, to your next update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And I was the concierge' is really on a delay. I am really sorry to all, but my mind can't personally function properly with all these distractions and annoyances that are happening all around. I will try my very best to finish this long one-shot as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bow once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;本当に悪い。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'Katashiro' or simply 'Paper doll', an on-going story like 'Akeome - the longest battle' will be uploaded onto fanfiction. Details are not important at this very moment, but it is a part of the delay for 'And I was the concierge'. This impulse was something I couldn't just ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I hope you can wait long for another Mai-Hime one-shot from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be tad a little unfair for everybody, or that is what Aki says to me every time I ask her the infamous question: 'How's life?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She popped by, stayed and watched about 2 hours of Mai-Otome with me. We watched about the last few episodes and we had a conversation in between that went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crunched on a pear and she looked at the screen before her, and in annoyance, she spoke,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I hate Tomoe!' (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I'm sorry to all Tomoe fans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her and murmured about a phrase that went,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I don't dislike anybody.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's impossible.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my pear around and bit onto another part,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Impossible is nothing.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rolled her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'There can't be anyone out there in the world that does not hate you, neither can you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh you're right at that, there's many out there that dislikes me for no rhyme or reason.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She poked my in the arm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So, you only hate someone for a reason.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The word 'hate' sounds vulgar,' and I said flatly, 'Yes, words are said for a reason. If you have no reason, then you're just being irresponsible.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me with a look that spoke volumes of 'you're insane' and I forced a smile at her. Looking back at the screen and reaching out for the remote, she paused the disc,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So you don't hate anyone?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I have no reasons at this very moment of life.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leaned into me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're too nice a person.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took out another bite on my pear and took the remote from her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I take you have a reason for that too.' and she shrugged me away, grumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you have a reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-8695180531038855767?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/8695180531038855767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/02/dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/8695180531038855767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/8695180531038855767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/02/dance.html' title='Dance.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYra6E3FIkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7AYPixgCbMQ/s72-c/040209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-3039153940904244527</id><published>2009-02-03T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:02:23.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>Rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Believe in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I say, how do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYfHIbnpyYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/AXYyv6x2qlU/s1600-h/020209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYfHIbnpyYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/AXYyv6x2qlU/s320/020209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298422434291632514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I deviated for the last two days, I'm terribly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the quick illustration above is for the little Yuki Kuran-sama or ~StrawberrySaint. I wasn't able to produce a good illust for her when she came by two weeks ago...nonetheless I here present another little gift for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like it, little Yuuki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How many nicknames do you have?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the Mai-Hime fun, I proceed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And I was the concierge' is now on a mind battle with another up and coming fic which I have planned in my head. The exoticness of this new Mai-Hime one-shot is that it goes a little along side the genres of 'Phantasm Finality'. Therefore I have this tingling feeling to write it as I did when I wrote the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ugh, my irresponsible behaviour is getting out of hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then again, I cannot allow myself to delay the upload of 'And I was the concierge'. I'm sure everyone is waiting to read since the time I had closed the polls...I cannot delay any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some 620x620 oekaki I promised a day ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Continued from the previous oekaki:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hence Kuga Natsuki starts her day at 0629hours:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYfK7vRygmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MFMFMVGSOoM/s1600-h/-no+title-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYfK7vRygmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MFMFMVGSOoM/s200/-no+title-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298426614276850274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYfK7vBi_eI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0G1rFwD9SCo/s1600-h/-no+title-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYfK7vBi_eI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0G1rFwD9SCo/s200/-no+title-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298426614208724450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYfK72axOdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9kwy6Qra98Y/s1600-h/-no+title-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYfK72axOdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9kwy6Qra98Y/s200/-no+title-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298426616193563090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYfK8KvsYlI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8KL8w-iGLK4/s1600-h/-no+title-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYfK8KvsYlI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8KL8w-iGLK4/s200/-no+title-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298426621650035282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYfK8asuQJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DRXAV0j2jeg/s1600-h/-no+title-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYfK8asuQJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DRXAV0j2jeg/s200/-no+title-06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298426625932542098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At 0800 hours, she starts her office work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we await her afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYhJztV6a4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/XnkZb3nXXeM/s1600-h/DSC00626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYhJztV6a4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/XnkZb3nXXeM/s200/DSC00626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298566114295049090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye' -Little Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day that I spent the whole afternoon in my former teacher's classroom doing up the wall behind with his favourite character, the Little Prince. I've never drawn an illustration on the wall before, but I have now. When I was doing so, he had a conversation with me and it went somewhat like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked down at him and stopped my stroke on the wall. With both my hands occupied with one carrying the palette and the other the brush, I eyed him from on top of the table,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What is essential is invisible to the eye?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes.' he paused as he realised my confused expression that I had put on, 'Essential things like...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took out his mobile phone and waved it at me, 'This is not essential, money is not essential...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But money makes the world go round?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped when I focused back onto the wall and he said, 'You know what essential things are. Like life, like...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Like love?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed heartily and agreed; I smirked as I continued painting the little prince's face. I amused myself further as I said to no one in particular,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So with the heart, then can one see. Rightly.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-3039153940904244527?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/3039153940904244527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/02/rain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/3039153940904244527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/3039153940904244527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/02/rain.html' title='Rain.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYfHIbnpyYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/AXYyv6x2qlU/s72-c/020209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-7310688222105526725</id><published>2009-02-01T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:08:13.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>Fine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm more than in bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYRnNDjgK-I/AAAAAAAAADg/RJGuqQl_U5E/s1600-h/morethanfine3101092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYRnNDjgK-I/AAAAAAAAADg/RJGuqQl_U5E/s320/morethanfine3101092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297472535684721634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'You should dress warmly Miss Viola, you are already turning red.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I started off with 'Phantasm Finality' and now, I can happily say that I can start off with 'More than Fine.' Nothing can get a better start than one of my favourite one-shots! I, personally, think that this one can have a sequel...but then again, I can help but say that it has to stay a one-shot. I can't have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;another Ren running around in my stories. One in 'Photos of only you' is enough, I can't deal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;with so many annoying Shiznat interaction spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ahem! Back to the present, the illustration above is none other for the great ~Krubone! For a great illust that he had done up for 'More than Fine'. Thank you! As for the link to the ~Krubone's fanart, the link is stated below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://krubone.deviantart.com/art/More-than-fine-111302000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nonetheless, like ~AndOrochi, ~Krubone picked up on another scene that had happened in the story. I'm so happy to say that I'm really warmed by the fanarts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; done for my stories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give everyone a bow and a wide grin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In response to his fanart, I hope to say that I'm not so ironic this time. At least I had so much joy within me to be able to pour out my thanks into the illust. (I should do that more often, it makes me happy too.) As the Japanese words st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ate in the illust, I would say again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you! For all the hard work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! Now for some 620x620 action! Let's start off with the first two...:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A normal day of Kuga Natsuki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYRsfytNkeI/AAAAAAAAADo/NkIHEsHyOtA/s1600-h/-no+title-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYRsfytNkeI/AAAAAAAAADo/NkIHEsHyOtA/s320/-no+title-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297478355137696226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYRsf-ZVgsI/AAAAAAAAADw/g3Kim80-H5U/s1600-h/-no+title-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYRsf-ZVgsI/AAAAAAAAADw/g3Kim80-H5U/s320/-no+title-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297478358275556034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Well, don't expect much from the morning sequence, it'll come tomorrow, that I promise.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great! Had three great, wonderful, lovely...(I think I could compliment them even further but I think I'll stop) friends over at my place and this is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;conversation we had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel, Lala and A.K sat in at the low table with a bowl of longans in the middle, I on the other hand was chewing on my orange. All of a sudden, Mel looked at me and said oddly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'There is this dusty feeling on the longans'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lala looked down at the fruit she was holding within her hands and I sat up from my slouch. I peered at the round fruits in the bowl and slumped back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'I thought the shell of the longans had small hairs.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Really?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's stupid! How can longans have hair?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at A.K who was chewing onto the peeled translucent fleshy fruit, Lala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;amused herself by looking at the two of us and Mel just chuckled. A.K finished up his comment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, I eat a lot of longans at home. They don't have hair on their shells.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lala popped another on into her mouth and I reached over to pick one up. Then Lala said between her chews,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Maybe it's dusty.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eh?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She amused herself once again by laughing at my expression which had apparently caught the attention of the other two. Finally they broke out in laughter, while I choked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'Dusty? How can longans be dusty?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Did you wash them?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You don't wash longans!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes you do.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at A.K and got up from my sit and walked over to find my mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you wash longans?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No', then my father added, 'You'll get them going rotten if you do.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three looked at me when I returned and I slumped back down, popping in the peeled fruit into my mouth, I glared at A.K,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'You don't wash longans.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we played a round a Cluedo, looking like a bunch of idiots sitting in my room. Finally ending with a movie that was a brain tease. It was fun, tiring...but exceptionally one good hell of a day that I would remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Good friends have good times together, but it gets even better, when you have it written down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a memory to last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And these are those blasted longans, I sigh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYR0cfLzBYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/PFCvfh6kPfc/s1600-h/DSC00625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYR0cfLzBYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/PFCvfh6kPfc/s320/DSC00625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297487094450685314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they aren't dusty. The skin, or the shell of these fruits have a rough and flakey-like texture that gives off the feeling that it is dusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-7310688222105526725?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/7310688222105526725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/02/fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/7310688222105526725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/7310688222105526725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/02/fine.html' title='Fine.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYRnNDjgK-I/AAAAAAAAADg/RJGuqQl_U5E/s72-c/morethanfine3101092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-914979262598819211</id><published>2009-01-30T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:24:57.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>Moderation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for our life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYLd_LWz7sI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Z25YSkAXFDI/s1600-h/phantasm-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYLd_LWz7sI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Z25YSkAXFDI/s320/phantasm-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297040189191089858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Phantasm Finality' has oddly become a one-shot that has caught my second glance, that seemingly means that it has potential to have a sequel written. Same goes for 'More than Fine'. Then again, I can't possibly think of writing a second chapter. As I said before, I like them as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the quick illustration above, it's for ~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AndOrochi&lt;/span&gt; for doing up a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fanart&lt;/span&gt; for 'Phantasm Finality'. I admit that her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;illust&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;addictively&lt;/span&gt; adorable. The link below leads you to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fanart&lt;/span&gt; of Phantasm Finality:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;http://andorochi.deviantart.com/art/Phantasm-Finality-110832401&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;AndOrochi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fanart&lt;/span&gt; picked up on the hilarious part of where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Natsuki&lt;/span&gt; pulled the obvious trick on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shizuru&lt;/span&gt;, while mine on the other hand, is the emotional sequence when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Shizuru&lt;/span&gt; breaks down as she can no longer see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Natsuki&lt;/span&gt;. It's quite ironic of how I repay someone that does up a high and happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fanart&lt;/span&gt; with a depressing one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solitude is getting to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on a brighter note. My schedule happily informs me that I would be able to do the first chapter of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;doujinshi&lt;/span&gt; 'No title' by next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;, if nothing stops me again. So Mai-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hime&lt;/span&gt; fans, get ready for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ShizNat&lt;/span&gt; fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one doesn't know what on earth I am talking about, you can do a refresh on my previous post 'Stage.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for SS, 'And I was the concierge', which is supposedly suppose to be uploaded already is still under a lot of major construction. It's a long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;fic&lt;/span&gt;, but I suppose it's worth waiting for. I hope I will not disappoint anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the hard work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a big day. So is the day after...and I wonder what am I suppose to do later. Hence, I turned on my speakers and flipped ab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;out for a CD, finally deciding on listing to some peaceful, relaxing music...Well, for about the next ten seconds, I gave up and looked into the sky and at the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have wanted to get blind, but I think I rather not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I rummaged in my cell phone gallery to find a picture that would at least perk me up from my boredom and indeed I found one that did. As followed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYLmOVRf0uI/AAAAAAAAADY/9SNIPaEhvsY/s1600-h/DSC00346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYLmOVRf0uI/AAAAAAAAADY/9SNIPaEhvsY/s320/DSC00346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297049245644215010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tail of hair that I remembered how I was chased by one of my teachers to cut it off. It wasn't ideal for a person like me, perhaps. I sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deviated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I sat down in front of my computer, checked my mail and had a conversation with him that went like that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cell phone vibrated for a while before I took the liberty of looking at the caller ID. Ho! Convenient, someone to talk to. He started off first like usual, nonetheless, I always listened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My head hurts.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh really?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said about a throbbing pain despite already popping two tabs in. I scratched my nose and switched him on loud speaker. He complained to me more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What am I suppose to do?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'About what? The pain? Or your life?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How did you know that I was going to ask you that?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a note on my dairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Your head hurts only when you start complaining about your life.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Aw shit.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a shuffle on the other side of the line and he gave off a big sigh. I looked at my calendar and saw how important tomorrow would be. Then again, I looked at my cell phone on the table and heard a shuffle on the other side. Ah, heck with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What's your problem this time,' I paused and looked at the date, 'And you better make it quick.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was just a slice of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-914979262598819211?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/914979262598819211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/01/moderation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/914979262598819211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/914979262598819211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/01/moderation.html' title='Moderation.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYLd_LWz7sI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Z25YSkAXFDI/s72-c/phantasm-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-8749865992999041711</id><published>2009-01-28T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:29:19.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><title type='text'>Changes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mister,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My what distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First for the macross fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYBGeZrrS0I/AAAAAAAAADI/aMRh875U714/s1600-h/DSC00624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYBGeZrrS0I/AAAAAAAAADI/aMRh875U714/s320/DSC00624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296310649891801922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I squealed in delight at the sight of the Febuary issue of Newtype. Adrenaline usage had gotten an overflow in my system that I thought I was going to faint from the sight of these two on the front cover. What's more...is that...There's going to be a macross frontier motion picture!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess who else is singing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Klan Klan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give into a smooth whistle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Something special to add: May'n has a new original mini album and Megumi, a new original maxi single. Oooo, I just can't wait to get my hands on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three cheers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second for the Mai-Hime fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And I was the conceirge' will have a great start and a wonderful long and draggy interface and a terribly romantic interlude and a sweet and super complicated ending. That's the emotional ride for this one-shot of mine that has gone, expectedly, off the 23,000+ word marker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ironic in comparison to 'Phantasm Finality'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Innocent starters' is to my calling of a relaxing and calming story for me to enjoy writing. It doesn't require so much of me using my fingers than I do when I illustrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm verbally pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a man that crouched on side of the pavement and I caught sight when I was walking down to the other side. His face was unshaven and his clothes dirty to the grey. However, what made me stop was the gleam in eyes and the small quirk tugging at his lips. The street was quiet with a sight of a person or two, so I took the time to stop in front of him. I lowered myself to look at him in the face and adjusted the bag I carried in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me for quite some time before I took the bold step forward, who in the first place will speak to such a person? Thus we had a conversation that went like that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How are you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept quiet but I pushed on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're not injured anywhere, are you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes flickered down to the ground like before and I pushed myself up from my squat. I digged into my pocket and I placed a ply of tissue onto the ground before him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You can use this.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned away and headed down the street. Then did I hear an odd smooth voice that said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Fool.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the blind can really see and the deaf, really hear. Maybe, fools weren't meant to be fools but people that said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why do I even care?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than again, who really are the fools?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you and me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-8749865992999041711?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/8749865992999041711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/01/changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/8749865992999041711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/8749865992999041711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/01/changes.html' title='Changes.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SYBGeZrrS0I/AAAAAAAAADI/aMRh875U714/s72-c/DSC00624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-5760459573726121695</id><published>2009-01-23T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:17:33.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><title type='text'>Stage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SXmurudnWKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kvK-ntpbYZA/s1600-h/004sheryl-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SXmurudnWKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kvK-ntpbYZA/s320/004sheryl-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294454903180581026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'Who are you going to kiss?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here; today, I had nothing to do but wake up late and fail to make a start at writing. In the end, I ended up doing up a small oekaki story centred around the very intriguing Kuga Natsuki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this, summary please:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in an Alternate Universe, in metropolitan Tokyo, Kuga Natsuki lives through the days of office work and rest with no excitement or fun. Until one day, a package appears at her door step, opening it to find an egg. This unusual huge dinosaur egg unfortunately cracks before Natsuki can send it back to the post office. To her astonishment, a girl emerges from the egg...Who is it really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join Natsuki in her 620x620 inch oekaki journey with this girl beauty, that grows from a child into a woman in merely a few kisses. Can Natsuki take this turn in her boring life into something much more into the extraordinary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ShizNat only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ends it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a fun thing to do. Especially when everything starts to turn hectic. I'm moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sailing partner once said in disappointment and anger that my words had every way to be sarcastic. She told me even though it didn't sound like one, it was laced with the very inch of sarcasm. I was dumbfounded.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I thought it through and realised how my words could be as such. After sometime, I found the very influence right in front my very eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh...and he's suppose to be the role model. He has the tongue of the serpent and the words of a fox. He's sly and sarcastic and even manner...and to tell me apart from it. I hate it. Then again, I realised that I have endured his very crude remarks for so long that I have been immune to such distaste after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I know where it comes from. Not the genes, but the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch your tongue, or else the cat will get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-5760459573726121695?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/5760459573726121695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/01/stage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/5760459573726121695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/5760459573726121695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/01/stage.html' title='Stage.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SXmurudnWKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kvK-ntpbYZA/s72-c/004sheryl-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-855158442564599413</id><published>2009-01-22T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:20:37.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><title type='text'>Zero.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SXhPp3Bw_qI/AAAAAAAAACw/EDBn8qbWXrA/s1600-h/220109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SXhPp3Bw_qI/AAAAAAAAACw/EDBn8qbWXrA/s320/220109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294068942538604194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Will you kill someone you love?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And I was the concierge' is a one-shot that is getting on my nerves. I'm not complaining. I'm merely stating that it's getting too long to be considered a one-shot. It'll go beyond the word count of 'Phantasm Finality' count of 23,000+ words. Ugh...that's a lot of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I have to do a good story build up or else things will end up too rushed and utterly in a mesh of confusion. For example, 'Photos of only you', the second chapter just made things go simply out of hand since the very moment I brought Ren into the big picture. Now, if only I had a flush button to drag that very character of mine down the sewage pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be much better for me to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil'nutcase asked me once why I was ever able to write such romantic stories since she clearly pointed out to me that I was such a down and weary person to start off. She followed, that I seemed to have no interest in anyone and I never tagged along in admiration to anyone either. She was confused and we had a conversation when we were taking our laundry, it went somewhat like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was humming some tune when we were walking across to our lockers, then she asked out of no notion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How is it that you can write such stories?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eh?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought myself down to open my locker to take my clothes out. She stood behind me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is it from experience?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her a look and she tried hard to hold back laughter. I sighed noisily as I stood up. She ran up beside me as we crossed back to our hostel and gave a thought,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You are the most unlikely romantic person I would ever know, but on the other hand, you are the most romantic writer I have ever met.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Your not making any sense.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hitched into a fit of giggles and we continued to the lobby. She looked hard at me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You still haven't answered my question.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How am I suppose to answer that question?' I smiled at the security guard, 'I don't even know that myself.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That helps.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave out a huff of breath at her sarcasm and pressed for the lift. I finally gave in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's a secret you'll find out very soon.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conversation ended once we entered the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lil'nutcase did find out my little secret and to her surprise, it was right under her nose all the time. I was glad she didn't freak out like I thought she would, but I thank her that she didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give a bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My secret is for me to know and for you to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-855158442564599413?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/855158442564599413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/01/zero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/855158442564599413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/855158442564599413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/01/zero.html' title='Zero.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SXhPp3Bw_qI/AAAAAAAAACw/EDBn8qbWXrA/s72-c/220109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-6701147347188791912</id><published>2009-01-21T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:44:05.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>Melty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A liar lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, he's not considered a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A writer writes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, he's just saying, I prefer movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Innocent starters' is up on fanfiction! I have about two days to post one of the drabbles in illustration...Geez, where is my dairy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I received a intriguing review from Waffle. A lovely fellow with a great review that stated something that I had thought would go unnoticed by readers. It seems that Waffle, you are something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what caught my eye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stated as such that, the fandom reduces a character like Kuga into something like a blue-collar worker or just part of the 'working class' in general like a train conductor.&lt;br /&gt;And:&lt;br /&gt;That the My-Hime fandom doesn't take Kuga seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite shocked at first, but slowly I realised where it was leading. It seems that readers see much about Natsuki that she is able to go into a league of high power. Well, there's nothing to worry, I too see that Natsuki is able to become some big boss of some butt-kicking company in the world. However, I have my limitations in where I place her in my stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natsuki is a character that I can put into an alternate universe and turn her into a hero, a villain, a seducer, a lover, an assassin etc. That, I have my reasons why I put her as such. However 'Innocent starters' is not set in an alternate universe but in the world of Mai-Hime, I cannot simply switch her from a Fuuka Academy delinquent into a business woman in a period of seven years. Some old habits are hard to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've read many other Mai-Hime fanfics to find that authors give Natsuki jobs like be an auto shop mechanic or a typical business woman, an office lady, an artist and seemingly a job which is something that can be seen as well to do off. Therefore, I put myself in a position of contemplation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't imagine Natsuki as a mechanic. She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; can take that up as a hobby, I don't really mind. On the other hand, I can't imagine Natsuki sitting down behind a desk doing paperwork since in Mai-Hime and Mai-Otome, I can't really find a scene where she's actually doing her work or looking focused (with the exception in Mai-Otome where she was really concerned with the Salves and all). In other words, she didn't give off an aura to me that she could withstand the sole purpose of working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I recalled myself really thinking of what kind of job I would have to put her as in 'Innocent starters'. It was not really to my liking that I had to give a good job(It's not that I don't want to, I just can't put my mind through such unrest, even how I know Natsuki can excel in such things if you want to see her do it. You've seen her in Mai-Hime, she's one girl you can't stop if you stand with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the First District.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I placed her as attending conductor in one of the JR line station. It looks like it is not a fitting job for her, but, one does a lot as a conductor in Japan. Time is never on their side. Natsuki gets a blue-collared job, but that's fine for me to see her slowly take on the idea that she can do much more, especially if she wants Shizuru to live a better simple life. Oops, that was kind of a spoiler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back again to you Waffle, I hope this explanation to why I put her as such gives you some peace of mind. In the My-Hime fandom, I would never, never reduce someone as important as Natsuki to little nonsense. On another note, I don't really collide my other fics with one another, so that will answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; that guess, that I didn't get the inspiration to put Natsuki as a train conductor since she was working as a train staff in 'More than Fine'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like one-shots as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no more for a certain reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, Waffle, I thank you for that good, intriguing review that made me smile. I hope to hear from you more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My original story has a character clash with Mai-Hime! You would get what I mean when you see part of the illustration of my second main lead. I sigh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SXcvIf1pwnI/AAAAAAAAACY/yxX3o1mQ5_w/s1600-h/edel-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SXcvIf1pwnI/AAAAAAAAACY/yxX3o1mQ5_w/s320/edel-1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293751710029300338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I've breathing too much Mai-Hime/Otome, that it has apparently been induced into my system of thought; when I write, this happens. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I cannot change what I have already written and drawn. It looks that I just have to slowly inter a few injuries here and there to make her uniquely different from Natsuki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be charming. I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She managed to pull out a few tricks from under her sleeves and she could equally pull it onto me as she had done to everyone else. I must say that I am very impressed by her character. After all, I've only known her for four years, I can't say I know her very well. We had a simple conversation that went like that, and I must say it was barely touching the 10 second mark:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How was your weekend?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hot, there was a lot of wind.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ah.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She passed me a smile and I smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'll see you later.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Alright.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was never a later for me. It seemed that she could simply forget like she did always. Maybe it was only me...but then again, I cannot be subjective; I've only known her for four years. Once again, I hope that I can make it pass that 10 second mark of conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am labelled a hermit after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who talks to one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hermit maybe. Ah, the socialising kills the exterior of my solitude. Ugh...irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-6701147347188791912?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/6701147347188791912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/01/melty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/6701147347188791912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/6701147347188791912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/01/melty.html' title='Melty.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SXcvIf1pwnI/AAAAAAAAACY/yxX3o1mQ5_w/s72-c/edel-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-1963657301153753255</id><published>2009-01-20T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:28:47.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>Shake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When the angel sings, I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the devil laughs, I smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When heaven falls, I scorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When hell rises, I mock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world shakes, I die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start off with something that I adore, pardon my selfishness, but I just have to have this. I was looking through my books and noticed that I had a list that had my favourite characters from each and every one. Then I pondered that I should make out which of these favourites is really in my favour. Hence, I came down to making a stand on my three top favourite female and male characters. I'll start of with the male lead, even though the phrase says ladies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;come first. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male, top three favourites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Point: Yukishiro Enishi (Rurouni Kenshin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point: Chrono (Chrono Crusade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point: Terry Bogard (King of Fighters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I cannot help but say that Enishi is someone that is spectacular even though how wrong he is in the story. Then again, he needs some sympathy for losing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;such a wonderful sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrono, is jaw dropping awesome, especially when he's in his demon form. Watch him crack some skulls and save the nun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry Bogard is my all-time favourite when it comes to playing KOF, even in simple art, he's amazing! *There's no particular order in this list for males since they are equally in my adoration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then let's skip to the fun part. My favourite female characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female, top three favourites:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point: Sheryl Nome (Macross Frontier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point: Fujino Shizuru (Mai-Hime)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point: Kaioh Michiru (Sailor moon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scream in delight at the mention of these three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; fair maidens. AHHH! Adrenaline rush! Now this has the particular order of adoration because, I simply love Sheryl Nome! I know I feel kind of bad of pushing Shizuru down to second, but Sheryl is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; one girl I cannot skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's (Sheryl) the all time sexy, talented fairy of the galaxy in Macross Frontier and her voice and singing voice done by Aya Endo and Nakabayashi May respectively brings this original animated character to life. Absolutely Stunning! Not only can I see life in Sheryl but her never dying passion to keep on singing. It was as if nothing could pull her down, even with the Varja within he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;r. Then again, I love her in character in practically every aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shizuru comes in closely behind, because her personality and her sense of love is something that cannot be forgotten. She's the epitome of masked emotions and how she is portrayed through both Mai-Hime and Mai-Otome. It's visually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;attracting, no wonder...that's how I got hooked onto this particular anime, if not for Shizuru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Michiru...let's see. Sailor moon is such an old anime that the only thing that I can remember is Sailor Neptune and her wavy aquamarine coloured hair. I smile in glee. Her solemn expression hides nothing but her desire to keep her beloved ones alive. That's why there's always a happy ending for both her and Sailor Uranus. How...Impressive, if I may say. I'm lulled to her by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I look back, I realise how much Sheryl and Shizuru have in common. They have more facets than a diamond, that I hardly can tell which is the real personality. Nonetheless these char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;acters need some time to contemplate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are they really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to end this long drone of mine, I post this in a glee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SXWSIHoxmFI/AAAAAAAAACI/EL5R8Ig9rQA/s1600-h/sheryl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SXWSIHoxmFI/AAAAAAAAACI/EL5R8Ig9rQA/s320/sheryl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293297605230565458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;シェリル大好きだよ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Innocent starters' will be posted soon! Oh, the excitement and trepidation. Well, I sit and stare at my illustrations to find that I have only done five pages. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I re-read 'Yours will lead mine' by Shezaei-Neko and I ended up crying again! Blast. Then I picked up a scene from it and drew something more memorable other than my previous one of Natsuki crying like a waterfall. Well, this is som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ething that I can at least say, I have read a great story by a simply great author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SXWWg-LUGFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lkJgHktCRKo/s1600-h/141208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SXWWg-LUGFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lkJgHktCRKo/s320/141208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293302430234318930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend can at least hold a good conversation with me for about a good 10 seconds and then we break off to a good silence. This was how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How is lunch?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Good.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Chicken or beef?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The beef is better.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pointed over to my cheek and said there was rice there. I took it off and went over to get my food, coming back to find her gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I could never ever be able to hold a good conversation with her. It doesn't seem anytime soon either. It was a long goodbye to her and I hope she won't forget me. I thank her for the good silent times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-1963657301153753255?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/1963657301153753255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/01/shake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/1963657301153753255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/1963657301153753255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/01/shake.html' title='Shake.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SXWSIHoxmFI/AAAAAAAAACI/EL5R8Ig9rQA/s72-c/sheryl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-3831985017897669844</id><published>2009-01-18T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:39:03.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>Snooze.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your hair is exceptionally long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nodding for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll give it a trim soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think father will like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SXM5juzH09I/AAAAAAAAAB4/xJl6zNUGn3M/s1600-h/017sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SXM5juzH09I/AAAAAAAAAB4/xJl6zNUGn3M/s320/017sleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292637273111122898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's wonderful news and the not so wonderful news. I like the negative when it comes to news; there's the impact and boom, there goes everything. So I'll start off with the gloom.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't think it is really the gloom. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Innocent starters' will be pushed back a little bit later to the end of the week in order to get the priority things around myself done first. I know I'm being a tad bit irresponsible, but I really have to get things around my feet sorted out. If not, I'll have him breathing down my neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not something I really enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, now it's for the positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aki has decided to allow me to post the our first few pages of 'Fallin' in or not', a Mai-Hime net doujinshi, here! Well, there's only the first... like five pages? So hang in there if one doesn't see the ShizNat interaction yet. (Sorry but Aki and I aren't really free to get it going on smoothly.) The original covers is up at my deviantart page so feel free to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*Spoiler below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is set in an alternate universe, where Shizuru, is apparently as usual, the popular girl in school. However, Natsuki this time is not a school delinquent but a servant in the Fujino household. Ah! It gets cheesier down ahead, so expect as much romance you can get out of my Mai-Hime one-shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*End of spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Another lovely one is... Accompanying 'Innocent starters' is a short comic illustration of one of the drabbles written in the one-shot. One can slowly guess what kind of drabble it will be. Three pages of it will be slowly posted in one post after another after the story is uploaded on fanfic. So look out for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends sat down with me one day and stared hard. I wondered what she was doing, so we had a nice conversation, that went like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'May I ask, is there something on my face?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, nothing.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scratched my nose and huffed a breath before looking back to my books. All of a sudden, she reached for my cell phone and snapped a photo. She sniggered and broke out, finally in laughter she choked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You look so cute!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cocked an eyebrow and stopped my writing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm ugly but adorable. I'm impressed.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled coyly and I smirked. In the end, we both laughed. This was the photo she took. I thank her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SXM8lYrdTLI/AAAAAAAAACA/_XIETverY-U/s1600-h/DSC00525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SXM8lYrdTLI/AAAAAAAAACA/_XIETverY-U/s320/DSC00525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292640600068017330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602191079019359620-3831985017897669844?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/3831985017897669844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/01/snooze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/3831985017897669844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/3831985017897669844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/01/snooze.html' title='Snooze.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SXM5juzH09I/AAAAAAAAAB4/xJl6zNUGn3M/s72-c/017sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-8490906904348430391</id><published>2009-01-17T18:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:21:36.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>Bones.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much pool water am I in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waist deep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearken! This is something that I'm not getting anywhere with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Innocent starters' will most likely to be uploaded onto fanfiction on Tuesday or Wednesday. Perhaps...If I can sit down long enough not to get distracted by anything around me. Well, that's most likely a no, if one would ask me personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Phantasm Finality' and 'More than Fine' gets a tie in the poll on most favourite Mai-Hime one-shot. Ah, now I can see the argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point: 'More than Fine.' is the typical romantic and overly love induced story where Natsuki and Shizuru fall in love within the time span of two days and succumb to forbidden love. In the end, they get a happy ending. All of this on a train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I don't know how I did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point: 'Phantasm Finality' is the supernatural story that conveniently displays the love between the unexpected. A human falls in love with a phantom magician that haunts the apartment. They have their up and downs and finally they have sex and a happy, nostalgic ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that is gross! Tell that to me, I was the one that had to include that part in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all in all, there not really an argument(now excuse me)except in the fact that they have different story lines. On a lighter note, I only find one small similarity between the two and that's the romance that I over write in both stories. Ugh. Personally, I'm not a romantic person, hence I have no idea why I can write like that. I'm thinking forlorn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one-shots like 'No Red' and 'No Limitations' are very different from the previous two for their romance between Natsuki and Shizuru is not openly written. It's there alright, subtle, but there. It seems that readers are not able to catch the love within the words. I quote from La La, as she always says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Read between the lines.' or was it look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, never mind that. There's something to look forward to before the arrival of 'And I was the concierge', so I hope that all will be waiting for a post about it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the hard work. I look forward to seeing more from the polls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a conversation with me that went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me if knew something about the period that happens when someone is grieving. I shook my head and said something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Like the time after someone dies?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded and said that the impact strikes so hard at first and then dies off slowly. I agreed along that line, and then I wondered what he was up to now. He smiled and continued that one shouldn't wait after a long time before comforting someone. If so, then what is there to comfort? I looked at him impassively and he chuckled, that's the first time I ever heard him chuckle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You should call soon.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I would like to state or rather shout out to my friend that has moved along with the classes with me. I give you a smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'BONES!! DON'T LOOK BACK! LOOK UP AHEAD BECAUSE THERE ARE ROADS THAT GO MUCH FURTHER. There's no use mopping around, because out there, somewhere, you can find that small road that will lead you...somewhere, someplace, out of the crushing distaste.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you a hug and a pat on the back. I'm will always be there 'ranka-chan!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parapapariya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&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/2602191079019359620-8490906904348430391?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/8490906904348430391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/01/bones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/8490906904348430391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/8490906904348430391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/01/bones.html' title='Bones.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-4110442167095724997</id><published>2009-01-16T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:39:45.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='神聖'/><title type='text'>神聖-Dignity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149979;"&gt;神聖!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SXB8ym-kDCI/AAAAAAAAABg/Gy0xbvPoEgI/s1600-h/160109-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SXB8ym-kDCI/AAAAAAAAABg/Gy0xbvPoEgI/s320/160109-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291866771058592802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149979;"&gt;It's always for Shizuru, but now this year round, I think I can handle the both of them. So for this month of January, Natsuki makes her round first. (Oops! It looks that I wrote the 'sei' wrongly. Sorry about that!) For that, I think there's some dignity in posting a bad oekaki. Cheers once again to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold the four leaf clover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely Aki dropped by today to say a hello to me. Well, that one short hello became a whole day stay of staying in front of my computer and reading practically all my fanfictions; whether be it complete or in-progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lovely indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then right after she finished reading my latest one, we had a conversation that went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked what kind of impulses do I get in my bed. I kept quiet for a while and then she took that as a dirty thought and laughed it off with me grumbling behind blushing badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, there's nothing to think dirty there...In the end, I still didn't tell her what 'impulses' I get in bed to be able to write such stories. Therefore I'm going to write a few examples of my 'impulses' for my lovely friend, since how badly she can blackmail me anytime with that knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, then again, the lil' nutcase I know, know what exactly are my 'impulses'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do a brief one, don't expect so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How 'No Limitations' came about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on my dorm bed, talked to lil' nutcase for a little while about Macross and then laid back to try to drift off into my 30mins of trying-to-sleep state. This is when my impulses start. Behing my closed eyelids, my mind of black imagination just simply puts different things together and wah lah! Well, that goes on and on randomly with different scenes until I drift of to sleep after 30mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I go up to lil' nutcase and say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I have a new story. Do you want to hear it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get it through and together. Wait, I've gone at around the bush, I haven't really told you what actually are my impulses...Ah sorry really, now that's a secret, I can't tell anyone. That's dignity for a SS writer like me.&lt;br /&gt;So to simply put it, my impulses are actually the simple work of my semi-conscious mind. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how a mind works, I'm impressed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you hold the four leaf clover. I laugh and scorn along with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SXCGNLhSeDI/AAAAAAAAABo/CGeRP5kLuP0/s1600-h/160109-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SXCGNLhSeDI/AAAAAAAAABo/CGeRP5kLuP0/s320/160109-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291877123149166642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149979;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear fellow friend, I shake hands with you and say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://jisho.org/words?jap=%E4%BD%95%E3%81%8B;dict=edict"&gt;何か&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jisho.org/words?jap=%E3%81%8C;dict=edict"&gt;が&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jisho.org/words?jap=%E7%A5%9E%E8%81%96;dict=edict"&gt;&lt;span class="match"&gt;神聖&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jisho.org/words?jap=%E3%81%A7%E3%81%82%E3%82%8B;dict=edict"&gt;である&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jisho.org/words?jap=%E3%81%A8%E3%81%99%E3%82%8B;dict=edict"&gt;とする&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jisho.org/words?jap=%E3%81%AA%E3%82%89;dict=edict"&gt;ならば&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;、&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://jisho.org/words?jap=%E4%BA%BA%E4%BD%93;dict=edict"&gt;人体&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jisho.org/words?jap=%E3%81%93%E3%81%9D;dict=edict"&gt;こそ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jisho.org/words?jap=%E7%A5%9E%E8%81%96;dict=edict"&gt;&lt;span class="match"&gt;神聖&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jisho.org/words?jap=%E3%81%A7%E3%81%82%E3%82%8B;dict=edict"&gt;である&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes you special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/2602191079019359620-4110442167095724997?l=j-crusader.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/feeds/4110442167095724997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/01/dignity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/4110442167095724997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602191079019359620/posts/default/4110442167095724997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-crusader.blogspot.com/2009/01/dignity.html' title='神聖-Dignity.'/><author><name>Wei-Ming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDKEFSmAW4/TZc-QDoA-DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTdUQAnbFEI/s220/boo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05RtniRTZ_4/SXB8ym-kDCI/AAAAAAAAABg/Gy0xbvPoEgI/s72-c/160109-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602191079019359620.post-8590292994932248711</id><published>2009-01-15T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:04:06.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mai-hime'/><title type='text'>Fresh.</title><content type='html'>Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something new, but then again, I will say the same thing with my deviantart account when I first joined that fantastico community. I'll do my fanfiction update posting here so it can suit those readers who are non-deviants. Cheers to all, I hope I find myself a spot in a blogging world like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I told myself that I would never ever set up a blog. Ooo...this is bad. Then again, I have to find another place to do my updates and posting of my daily oekaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to me, this time I hold the four leaf clover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from my Hiatus. However that doesn't mean I'll post a fic or two anytime soon. Sailing has been hectic for me. Have to find a new partner...crap, I hate asking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'More than Fine' becomes the all time favourite for those who r
