<?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-227659699263711744</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:40:12.834-05:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='Drifting'/><category term='AE86'/><title type='text'>征天小白兔まおう Full Speed Ahead</title><subtitle type='html'>A rabbit named Maou who wants to conquer the heaven with full speed.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-55778810541508535</id><published>2011-03-12T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T01:09:04.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Star theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;my middle school teacher once told me that people are like the stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;People we see on street that passes us by are like the shooting stars, the appear and disappear in a instant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;People we see often like friends in school are like the comets, they come and go in your life, although they might be back, it is only by chance(fate)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;And lastly the people that are with us everyday are like the stars, they stay for a very long period of time and shines over us, but eventually they will disappear too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Stars in the sky, whenever I look above I think of the people I am with and the people that I missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;It also reminds me of how important it is to treasure the time I have with them while it lasts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-55778810541508535?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/55778810541508535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2011/03/star-theory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/55778810541508535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/55778810541508535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2011/03/star-theory.html' title='Star theory'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-5583370882564345630</id><published>2010-11-23T03:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T03:49:45.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The stuff that kept me awake</title><content type='html'>Research paper rough draft # 1&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“Out of the sight, out of the mind”, says the old proverb. The Deepwater Horizon disaster was not a accident but a manifestation of our negligence toward offshore drilling. Evidently, the direct cause of the spill was BP and the operating contractors used the plan that was less expensive and time consuming for drilling. Then the government approved BP and its contractor including Transocean to use their plan to drill 5000 feet deep offshore. However it is the consumer market that drives the major oil company and government to allow risky business and cutting corner plans to happen (See “Catastrophic Thinking” by the editor; Scientific American, August 2010). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“A donkey does not fall in the same gutter twice”, says the Arabian proverb. Sadly for human, history does repeat. Although BP’s Deepwater Horizon oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico was a preventable disaster. The attitude of government and corporation toward offshore drilling has caused the same disaster to happen again. June 1979, an oil rig’s blow out preventer failed like the one in Deepwater Horizon, and eventually caused the whole platform to explode and sank into the Gulf of Mexico causing the second largest oil spill in the history of mankind (See “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="" name="citation"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm;"&gt;Gulf oil spill draws parallels to worst case ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: citation;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;” by Chris Hawley; USA TODAY, May 24 2010). The oil rig was known as the Ixtoc. Ixtoc was owned by the Mexican oil company PEMEX and operated by the company called Sedco which later became known as Transocean. Transocean is also the company that operated the Deepwater Horizon when the disaster happened in April 2010. Chemical dispersant were used to reduce the oil from the Ixtoc spill on the surface while the engineers figuring out different ways to try to stop the oil flow such as shooting iron balls, pumping mud into the well, and containment dome that was promised to collect up to 90 percent of oil. All of their attempts were unsuccessful in stopping the leak, and the spill lasted for 9 month until 2 relief well were drilled to release the pressure of the well. Although the methods that were used 31 years ago for the Ixtoc incident were exactly the same as the Deepwater Horizon, the Ixtoc oil well was only 160 feet underwater compare to deep water horizon’s 5000 feet underwater oil well. Although the technology for drilling underwater advanced, the technology to prevent and stop oil leak remained the same. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Although Ixtoc disaster being the worst oil spill in the history at that time was the perfect opportunity for the company and government to study and learn, the funding for research soon dried off from the government and corporation along with the Ixtoc oil well after it was capped. Many scientists considered the Ixtoc disaster as a missed opportunity. (See “The lost legacy of last great oil spill” by Mark Schrope; Nature, July 2010) The news report related to the Ixtoc disaster began to slowly vanish and moving onto the newest hot topic of the time. And before people realize it, just like the BP oil spill, the information and public trend completely died off [need articles to support this claim]. Certainly it is human’s nature to make mistakes, but to look away from the mistake instead of learning to prevent it was unforgivable and unacceptable. A donkey would do a better job at operating oil rig when it comes to disaster prevention.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Many people argued that there is no other way around offshore drilling because without offshore drilling the gasoline price would be much higher. Some people also said it was just one accident out of hundreds of oil rigs that used the same design and it was inevitable as long as we need oil(See “How to think about oil spills” by Steven F Hayward; The Weekly Standard, June 2010). [Needs more related article on opposing viewpoint] However we need the ocean to stay clean just as much so we can have clean waters to drink and healthy fish to eat. And all it takes is for one oil rig to sink and leak unstoppably for the ocean to be ruined and fish to disappear completely. BP oil spill took the best part of the year for people around the gulf to make a living and everyone else to enjoy the nature. We as the only contributor to this planet’s pollution are responsible for the disaster and obligated to rethink our approach toward oil and offshore drilling. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;MLA Works cited&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraph" style="line-height: 200%; margin-left: 18.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-para-margin-left: 0gd; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;"Catastrophic Thinking."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm;"&gt;Scientific American&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;303.2 (2010): 30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm;"&gt;Academic Search Complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;. EBSCO. Web. 21 Nov. 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraph" style="line-height: 200%; margin-left: 18.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-para-margin-left: 0gd; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Chris, Hawley. "Gulf oil spill draws parallels to worst case ever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm;"&gt;USA Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;n.d.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm;"&gt;Academic Search Complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;. EBSCO. Web. 21 Nov. 2010.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraph" style="line-height: 200%; margin-left: 18.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-para-margin-left: 0gd; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Hayward,&amp;nbsp;Steven&amp;nbsp;"How to Think About Oil Spills."&lt;i&gt;The Weekly Standard&lt;/i&gt;. 21&amp;nbsp;Jun&amp;nbsp;2010:&amp;nbsp;Research Library,&amp;nbsp;ProQuest. Web.&amp;nbsp; 21 Nov. 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraph" style="line-height: 200%; margin-left: 18.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-para-margin-left: 0gd; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Schrope,&amp;nbsp;Mark.&amp;nbsp;"The lost legacy of the last great oil spill". &lt;i&gt;Nature&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;466.7304&amp;nbsp;(2010):&amp;nbsp;304-305.&amp;nbsp;Research Library,&amp;nbsp;ProQuest. Web.&amp;nbsp; 21 Nov. 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraph" style="line-height: 200%; margin-left: 18.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-para-margin-left: 0gd; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;===================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraph" style="line-height: 200%; margin-left: 18.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-para-margin-left: 0gd; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;This is a rough draft, any proof reading or comment would be appreciated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-5583370882564345630?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/5583370882564345630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2010/11/stuff-that-kept-me-awake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/5583370882564345630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/5583370882564345630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2010/11/stuff-that-kept-me-awake.html' title='The stuff that kept me awake'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-2782276195188449880</id><published>2010-11-05T21:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T21:48:20.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooi mich no saki de anata no koto wo zutto omou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;So after I finished bo-staff practice tonight, I looked up in the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;And I thought, the sky look awfully alike when I was in Taiwan, Alabama and other places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Then I imagined that my surrounding was somewhere in Taiwan and Alabama, and it felt like I was there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I imagined I was in Taiwan, in a country side school yard where I used to attend, not far away from the city with high rise buildings. I saw a airplane flew by with signal lights blinking. "Ah.. airplane, thats how I got here" I could hear the wind and the tree clashing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I imagined I was in Alabama, in a car driving to somewhere, the view from the side window and the windshield, voice of chatters, I can see the night sky slowly moves around me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;So I thought that was pretty cool, because no matter where I am, everyone I know all looked at the same night sky, and some of them might even look at the sky at the same time I looked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;an awful familiar feeling reminded me of the times that I looked at the night sky in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Then I thought, I have to be even stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Because only then, I will have the time and ability to go hang out with those who I miss and those who I want to meet and haven't met yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I have to be stronger, and keep on going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I have to be stronger, and get ahead of everyone. Only then I will be able to wait at the end of the road and greet everyone with a smile. (and brag about it...lol jkjk)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;(jpop music kicking in)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I like to look at the sky, be cause every time I look at the sky, I think about the last time, location, and with who I looked. It makes me energetic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;hmm.. a Hsin-Cheng's gotta do what a Hsin-Cheng's gotta do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Back to my homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dimijianimages.com/More-p20-Madagascar-p7/4233-night-sky-at-25-degree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://www.dimijianimages.com/More-p20-Madagascar-p7/4233-night-sky-at-25-degree.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; 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It was a great experience and I learned a lot about how to be a leader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I got home I discussed about what I learned in the conference with my father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shared one idea with him, it was "a good leader does not carry all the weight upon himself, because once he leave, the group fails. A good leader should be able to make the team self-sufficient even when the leader is not present, a good leader should make himself as replaceable as possible."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he was like... "Of course, isn't that obvious?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was like.... ughhhhh I didn't know that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he said, that is indeed how a leader is suppose to be. However the guy that told you this is misleading you by pointing you to the right direction before you even start to figure it out yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this leads me to the idea that everything I've learned so far that is taught by book or person are all misleading?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Applying that logic....If what he said is the right way, then isn't he misleading me right now?? XDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I get his point (I'm probably mislead right now). However I feel that I should be more cautious about the knowledge that are passed to me. Every information that are passed to me should be carefully&amp;nbsp;exam-ed, tested before apply it to my outlook on life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that the more I know, the more stupid I feel about how little I know and understand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that in the end, I am merely a frog sitting at the bottom of a well looking at the circle-shaped sky that is presented by the opening of well. Not knowing how vast and unreachable the sky is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I need to know so much? Is it because that I feel insecure for not knowing everything? Trying to grab any knowledge that I can hold on to so I can feel safe in every situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why bother?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my homework due on&amp;nbsp;Tuesday&amp;nbsp;and a life to take care of. Maybe I should even cut time thinking stuff like the one I am typing right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why so serious?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, I am misleading you right now. I'm sure whoever that reads this are probably very confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's normal, don't worry. XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-3630148732605878031?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/3630148732605878031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2010/10/words-can-barely-describe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/3630148732605878031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/3630148732605878031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2010/10/words-can-barely-describe.html' title='Words can barely describe'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-3763980650691677609</id><published>2010-09-22T23:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T12:34:51.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A interview with Christian Johnson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 24.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 24.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tai-Chi is not only a way of fighting technique, but it also has a realm of enlightment that is incomprehensible without many years of learning and practicing.I was excited when the President of NOVA Tai-Chi Club, Christian Johnson, invited me to the first meeting. As I started the warm-up exercise for the routine Chen Style Tai-Chi 18 Form, I began to learn more about Christian by asking him questions about him and Tai-Chi during and after Practice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 24.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Christian has been learning martial arts since he was 13 years old. At that time, he was just like most of us who are interested in the martial arts, he wanted to know cool looking martial art moves like those in the movies. He started learning the martial art known as the “Long Fist”. As the name says, “Long Fist” is a aggressive and long range fighting style that tends to engage opponent at a longer distance compare to other martial arts. He said that “the Long Fist is very practical when engaged in multiple opponents, because the opponents are usually knocked out before they reach their attack distance”. He was glad that he learned martial arts because there were times that he had to use the skills to defend himself when he lived in Richmond.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 24.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Although Christian spent times in practicing martial arts, he also has broad interest toward other different hobbies and skills. First of all, he can speak German, Franch, Russian, and Italian fluently, and he is learning Japanese, and Chinese at the moment as well. He likes archery, riflery, horseback riding, and he is skillful at piano. He also has done many work from restaurant mangement to being a sushi chef. As a person who also has broad interest toward many hobbies and skills, I still find it amazing that Christian is able to learn this many hobbie and skill at such a young age.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Later on in his life, he started to learn different style such as Ba-Gua, Xing-Yi, Wing-Chuan, Wushu, Kung-Fu and eventually Tai-Chi. Although he enjoys fighting in Xing-Yi style, he finds Tai-Chi more intriguing to practice because Tai-Chi is a martial art that not only builds the sense to adapt and be flexible both physically and mentally, but also focus on self-awareness of a person’s mind. By learning how to relax and empty the mind through the practice of many forms, a person will be able to relax even during a fight, which unlike most of martial art, Tai-Chi does not stress a person’s physical and mental state.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The principle of Tai-Chi states that no matter how great of the force or stress is presnt, a person should accept and adapt to the situation instead of fighting against it. Although there are still much to learn about Tai-Chi, I can somehow faintly grasp the picture of that state of divinity that Christian and Tai-Chi is trying to portrait.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-3763980650691677609?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/3763980650691677609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2010/09/interview-with-christian-johnson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/3763980650691677609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/3763980650691677609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2010/09/interview-with-christian-johnson.html' title='A interview with Christian Johnson'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-2496064523175899878</id><published>2010-09-09T01:19:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T02:21:22.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A late summer evening of 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; tab-stops: 24.0pt 48.0pt 72.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It’s been a while since last time I observed the surrounding and enjoyed the time without distractions from the modern technology such as mp3, computers and etcetera. I simply observed the&amp;nbsp;environment&amp;nbsp;and let the time pass. It made me feel a little more centered and not so bothered by the fact that I have homework, and daily chores to attend. The summer of 2010’s weather was much hotter than last summer, and this summer came later than last summer. It was a unique experience to enjoy the late summer in September. And because of that, I decided to go out and enjoy the last bit of 2010 summer for this writing assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The front yard looks clean after it was mowed this afternoon. The height of grass is evenly leveled, and I can smell the scent of freshly cut front yard’s grass. A gentle breeze blew by and touched my skin, and swept through the forest with the sound of leaf clashing. A ray of light peeked through the wall of trees and lighted up the place where I sat. It was almost like it gave the light to me to write this paper on purpose because it was a little dark. How nice of the sun. There were sounds of construction not too far away, but it did not disturb the scene, and somehow blended in rather nicely. &amp;nbsp;Although the trees and flower are still green and colorful, the temperature of weather already felt more and more like the summer is about to end as the day pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;As the evening approaches, children start to came out of their house, and gathered up at the center of the neighborhood. A couple of adults came out as well. A man and a boy is throwing tennis balls. While another man is showing the latest I-Phone to a crowd of children, but the curiosity of one of the most symbolic 2010 gadget soon dies off within the crowd of children and left the man alone with his I-Phone. It seems the ball that the children are playing is much more entertaining than a 400 dollar cell phone to the children. I wonder when was the last time a ball was more interesting to me than an I-Phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;As the amount of mosquito increases and amount of sun light decreases, I decided to take my fighting staff out to practice martial arts and swing it against the mosquitoes, which was a good work out and a rather effective tactics against mosquitoes. Just like how the main character of the movie “The last air bender” uses his staff against the country of fire, I use my fighting staff against the mosquitoes. After a good one hour of work out, I can feel my muscle tighten up and I also felt that my muscle has gotten bigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love summer, because it is only around this time of the year that I get to go out and sit under a tree to enjoy the day and write papers, or lay down on the grass till the sky go dark. And It is the season that I can get away from modern civilization the most.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 24.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Sidenotes :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;1. This is my English assignment, the topic is Observing the scene. Proof reading is appreciated!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;2. Pandora.com has awesome musics for writing. I listened to the New Age&amp;nbsp;genre&amp;nbsp;music while typing and editing this paper, and it gave me a lot of great idea for editing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Nova day, I will be at the International club table and say hi to people. I'm very excited, and kind of having hard time to sleep because of it. =_=;; I'm looking forward to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-2496064523175899878?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/2496064523175899878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2010/09/late-summer-evening-of-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/2496064523175899878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/2496064523175899878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2010/09/late-summer-evening-of-2010.html' title='A late summer evening of 2010'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-827918418777633334</id><published>2010-06-24T23:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:29:00.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is the only constant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Lots of things have happened in a short amount of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;When I can again open my arm and embrace the experience and excitement of life.&amp;nbsp;I'm again moving toward the goal I want to achieve and getting closer to the way I am. (I take a break and check out the scenery of the different stage of my life quite often)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;I might become the president of one of the biggest club in my college. Although it's still a couple month away from the new semester, I am already excited about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;I'm in engineering major right now. However, I have a few jobs that I have in my mind that I really want to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;The first one is to become a teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Why? I'm still asking myself that question too.. It pays bad, big work hour, dealing with younger people, dealing with higher ups....etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;However I can feel my passion as a teacher. I'm sure if I ever become a teacher I will be the best teacher of that school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;The second one is to become a politician.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Why? I'm again asking myself the same question too.. It makes a lot of enemy, it makes you die early, it gives you heart attack, it makes you turn to the darkside (jk)...etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;I can hear the crowd cheering for me as I become a awesome politician that helped many people's life become better. I'm sure I can do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;The third one is to become a Engineer. A engineer that designs spacecrafts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Why? I'm still not exactly sure yet. What I know is, whatever came through the hand of Hsin-Cheng it turns into something awesome. (Legos...wooden blocks... etc)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;My creativity is almost infinite, I can come up with stuff that no one thought of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;I'm the type that never uses blueprint, instead I make my own blueprint that works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;=========================================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;recently I've been thinking about why do I have to share my idea so strongly to a level it's almost like imposing them onto people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;For some reason, I started to understand that not everyone&amp;nbsp;perceive things like the way I do, and there is no need to inform them that there is a "better" way to do it (or my way lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Quite funny now that I think of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Here is the first line of a book named "Dao De Jing"(The Scripture of Way of life and Virtue) wrote by a chinese taoist monk named Lao Zi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;"Everything that can be explained, every rule, way of life, things, beliefs, and etc. Can NOT be explained"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Because whoever that is&amp;nbsp;explaining is only&amp;nbsp;explaining&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;it through their "OWN" personal experience. Not yours, and a lot of times their experience does "NOT" apply to you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;This also includes what I just typed above. Don't believe what everyone said until you have experienced it yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;With that said, now that I look back on my past, I learned that it was actually quite imposing of me to go about teaching others about what I think is the best. When I am also just another guy who still has a lot to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;However now I feel I can become a better person by not imposing my personal beliefs onto someone, even tho it's what I think is the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Instead, I am&amp;nbsp;experimenting&amp;nbsp;if I should just stay curious and step into their reality and understand how they&amp;nbsp;perceive&amp;nbsp;life, and just enjoy it like I'm experiencing what they are going through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;If I see some of their idea quite useful, or all of their idea, I shall learn and adapt and create a even better life for "MYSELF"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;I feel that I am a bit more open minded than the way I was before. However there is still a distance to travel to be better. I will do my best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-827918418777633334?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/827918418777633334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2010/06/change-is-only-constant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/827918418777633334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/827918418777633334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2010/06/change-is-only-constant.html' title='Change is the only constant'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-1993256521695156022</id><published>2010-05-29T22:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T23:11:23.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>隨緣 Allowing</title><content type='html'>非黑也非白, 不好也不壞&lt;br /&gt;not black nor white, not good nor bad&lt;br /&gt;沒有勝又還來敗?&lt;br /&gt;What is victory without defeat?&lt;br /&gt;天空海闊, 自有我風采&lt;br /&gt;I am excellent in my way in this infinite world.&lt;br /&gt;非虛也非實, 不慢也不快&lt;br /&gt;not real nor fake, not slow nor fast&lt;br /&gt;沒有動, 又哪有靜?&lt;br /&gt;What is serenity without dynamic?&lt;br /&gt;沒有去, 又哪有來?&lt;br /&gt;What is gain without loss?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-1993256521695156022?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/1993256521695156022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2010/05/allowing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/1993256521695156022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/1993256521695156022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2010/05/allowing.html' title='隨緣 Allowing'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-2749583792170575706</id><published>2010-05-23T00:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T00:43:41.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Invincible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;So, I had a conversation with my friend about what is invincible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, true invincible is to embrace all force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked, then how long can you embrace them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, if you are strong, you can embrace it for a very long time. If you are not strong enough, then you can only embrace so much until you explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head, and I said, one thing I always tell myself is to not hold grudge inside of me. I don't think my tolerance toward outside force can ever be infinite. What is tolerance, what is strength, what if the opponent is better than you (at embracing force), my strength is still limited no matter how much I can embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used a example I've experienced recently and brought up the idea of don't tolerate, but don't work up too much for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, someone is behaving badly toward me, I don't tolerate their behavior by speak out and let them know that's not respectful, but when they wants to press on and escalate the situation I will leave it alone and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what my theory for not embracing outside force, but also don't stress myself out to force things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is invincible? hmm, a state of mind that is in touch with oneself, able to be not attached with all the shenanigan yet still has a care for the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another things I've realized recently is that, a lot of things I perceived to be true might not be true, my reality is always in some way altered in comparison to the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, one accident, ten witness, ten different stories. All because their reality is not the reality but what they perceived to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the thought that, I'm thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;(that would be a shitty line to end the thought so I'm gonna keep going)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can ever perceive the reality as the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, here is a line I really like "knowing that you don't know, you are one step closer to know&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/227659699263711744-2749583792170575706?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/2749583792170575706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2010/05/invincible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/2749583792170575706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/2749583792170575706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2010/05/invincible.html' title='Invincible'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-1154058126677727341</id><published>2010-05-22T16:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T17:50:28.052-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>May</title><content type='html'>Month of May is nice, school is over, and everyone is free to hang out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although a few friends has drifted away from me, I started to meet a lot of new friends. I wish all of them well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been a bit down lately, mainly cause the school is over and I suddenly have much more free time which makes me dwell a bit in the past and wonders about the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I admit it, I'm depressed, and I'm not gonna fight it. I'm gonna post whatever that's gone through my mind recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However I'm constantly telling myself it's not going to do any good to dwell in the past nor wonders about the future. So I'm ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a list of things I did that was perfect for dwelling in the past. (Try them, very effective)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Play world of warcraft. (major emotional shock)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Google maps &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Doing things that reminds me of the past &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Listening to musics that reminds me of the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Dreaming dreams that reminds me of the past (nothing I can do about)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm going through right now.... is a very unique growing experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(side note... I can smell the smell of the rain through the window next to me at this moment while I'm typing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I can understand better what it feels like to feel lost, hurt, and alone. I can relate to people who is going through similar experiences. And I grew up and learned more about myself. It's almost like a new part of my brain has just developed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was playing World of Warcraft, I felt nostalgic. I saw everything is still the way they always were, except the people that was in the picture aren't anymore. This experience is not comparable to anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first time I've ever felt this weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, to look at the bright side, I've been filled with loneliness, sadness, and low self-esteem. This is very painful. And because of that, I've been pushing myself out of my comfort zone to seek out help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm attending a few classes that helps me let go and not dwell in the past. And also helps my mind to grow stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started to actively practice my martial art, which helps me understand many things about life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started to work out. The confidence a chest muscle and six packs can give you is unbelievable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started to read a lot of book. Most of them about  relationship, but some of them are just for hobby. And I'm more educated than the way I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And at a time of crisis like this, I saw many kindness in people. Many of my friend were offering their help tirelessly, especially my Mom and Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, let me end this afternoon's thought with a poem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May, may the point of departure be a well bid farewell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bon voyage to the next point of our life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eternal sunshine and starry night might never cross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they were never separated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-1154058126677727341?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/1154058126677727341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2010/05/may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/1154058126677727341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/1154058126677727341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2010/05/may.html' title='May'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-2589781508289936861</id><published>2010-03-28T00:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T00:45:37.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>So I recently watched a movie called "She is out of my league"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, despite how much "fictional" and fortunate the main character is, I still had learned something very valuable from the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna do any spoiler, but here is the message that movie tried to convey to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not about if you are good enough for anyone, but if you are good enough for yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't love anyone if I dont even love myself. I can't respect anyone if I don't even respect myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything if I dont treat myself right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to love myself by getting good grades as much as I can, work out and have a healthy mind and body. I need to respect myself and accept my own defects, my own defeats, and my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can't do any of those above, there is no way I can truly love and respect any person I meet and met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be authentic, genuine to everybody I meet and met. I want to smile. I want to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening : Hey Soul Sister - Train&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-2589781508289936861?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/2589781508289936861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2010/03/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/2589781508289936861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/2589781508289936861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2010/03/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-8054287846963844598</id><published>2010-03-23T23:04:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T15:40:00.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Critical thinking</title><content type='html'>Hello, friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'd like to talk about critical thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Critical thinking : suspend judgement while inquiry continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically what it's saying is that, do not make judgement about something before you have collected enough supproting facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to reflect that on this world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got racism, sexism, prejudice, stereotype, social condition, propaganda, and many many fucking more, but those are some of the major issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people... make their judgement, before they had the chance to find out about the issue. Some of them even openly admitted that they make their judgement just bacause they are on the same standing point with certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm all for obama because he is black!" &lt;---- wth??? you support him because he has better plan for people or something like that based on your own research about him. (same goes to the republicans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nice guy finishes last" &lt;----- False! Nice guy who suck at dating finishes last would be more appropriate. NOT all nice guy finishes last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a example of a some overheard generalization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only they could apply a bit of critical thinking into their thought processing. If only most of people can just do that for a bit. The world would be so much more peaceful, because there would be less confusion, less people gonna fall for stupid lie and propaganda, less people are gonna support things that does not agree with their conscience, and this applies to any issues that requires you to find out it's truthfulness and integrity! Such as religion, society, rule, constitution, social conditioning, dating &amp;amp; relationship"s", anything that will take you more than a minute to find out if it's true or not, you might wanna try this. (critical thinking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... why do people make judgement so quick? Sometimes so quick that they dont even get a chance to know about the thing they are judging. "Frankly, I don't even know what's in the health care bill, but I just know that I don't want it!!" - a woman from the tea party protest in DC. People could make their judgement based on look, gender, race, GPA (LOL) and even more ridiculous, because lots of people thinks so!! (It's from the world history textbook! it must be true!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a quote that I like "Truth only belongs to those who can stay skeptical about informations, because they are constantly trying to find out about it's truthfulness. On the other hand, truth will never belong to both non-believer nor believer because instead of making a effort to find out about it, it's MUCH more easier to just believe or don't believe, becuase there would be no effort, and if they don't make a effort to find out about something, they will never find out." - Osho from The Conspiracy of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, human mind indeed is always seeking the magic pill, the quick solution. It's easier, they want to just let someone else decide so they can go to sleep. To believe or to not believe, that is NOT the question!! To find out or don't find out, that is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In politics, there is an idea of when making a decision that requires votes. There are 3 choices, one is yes, one is no, and the other one is go fishing, and when the issue is so complicated, people will say... "fuck it John, grab your pole and lets go fishing" and leave their rights to other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that is just a example of how dangerous it can be if we don't use critical thinking to solve issues. If we just blindly follows, and take sides, and go fishing. We gave ourself up to the people who get to make the decision for their own best interest, or even worse, fall of democracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If humankind can at least stay somewhat open minded about the informations around them.... dude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wouldnt be any weapon of mass destruction in Iraq from the start!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-8054287846963844598?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/8054287846963844598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2010/03/criticle-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/8054287846963844598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/8054287846963844598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2010/03/criticle-thinking.html' title='Critical thinking'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-821098943506538913</id><published>2010-03-08T01:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T01:51:29.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The fiery yet willow heart</title><content type='html'>Dance!! Dance!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dance with all thy strength. On your way to that distant sky.&lt;br /&gt;Like the azure dragon.&lt;br /&gt;Howling, Clinging.&lt;br /&gt;To that unattainable height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance!! Dance!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dance with all thy heart. On this stage of life.&lt;br /&gt;Like the crimson lotus.&lt;br /&gt;Burning, Radiating.&lt;br /&gt;For this short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance!! Dance!!&lt;br /&gt;Dance for thy passion. In this ablaze world of infamy.&lt;br /&gt;Like the fiery phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;Relentless, Fearless.&lt;br /&gt;Charge forward. Invincible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance!! Dance!!&lt;br /&gt;Dance for thy peace. In this crumbling world of insanity.&lt;br /&gt;Like the willow oak.&lt;br /&gt;Embracing, Unyielding.&lt;br /&gt;Gently sweeps away sorrowful heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-821098943506538913?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/821098943506538913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2010/03/fiery-yet-willow-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/821098943506538913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/821098943506538913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2010/03/fiery-yet-willow-heart.html' title='The fiery yet willow heart'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-1705221583520353455</id><published>2010-02-20T16:16:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T18:56:23.134-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Michi (Journey)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;On our journey in this life &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/S4BTmFilQfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/m90btlN_u_c/s1600-h/15850_126559916016_518681016_2724302_6205720_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met, we laugh in happiness, grateful and glad that we found each other&lt;br /&gt;We part, tears flow, with grand wishes for the best of each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grass is greener, Sky is higher, Ocean reliefs the pain, Sun is brighter&lt;br /&gt;White sand and blue sky, small town and friendly folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/S4BW946IULI/AAAAAAAAADo/9PWyZrsEenQ/s1600-h/15850_126559916016_518681016_2724302_6205720_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/S4BXiEu3dKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2lK4pcoO-EE/s1600-h/15850_126559916016_518681016_2724302_6205720_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440444592761042082" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 238px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/S4BXiEu3dKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2lK4pcoO-EE/s320/15850_126559916016_518681016_2724302_6205720_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this road together, walking under the sun&lt;br /&gt;On this road together, walking through blizzard&lt;br /&gt;On this road together, walking under the starry night sky&lt;br /&gt;On this road together, walking through our time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day we part, I bow to you with a smile and tears in my eye&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of words had no time to express&lt;br /&gt;Gratefulness, Sorrow, Happiness, Anxious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my journey in this life &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/S4BTmTMPOII/AAAAAAAAACY/e3USTmJbWZk/s1600-h/5700_126559861016_518681016_2724291_7736250_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward with no regret &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With this burning feeling in my chest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Without you, I'd still be trapped in my own hell &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Without you, I'd still be confused&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Without you, I'd still have debts that drags me down &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Without you, I'd never learn how to love &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You saved my life &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know that God has sent you into my life with great gifts &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;countless thoughts expressed in two words &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/S4BXY1mRq6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/JlyoBuOc7p0/s1600-h/5700_126559861016_518681016_2724291_7736250_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440444434079656866" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; 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Life</title><content type='html'>So I couldnt fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to watch some youtube videos.&lt;br /&gt;And I came across Vaughn Gittin Jr's drifting video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did a amazing job and I really like his aggressive style in drifting.&lt;br /&gt;The car he drive is also insanely fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a 2010 Mustang fully modded, lightened at the horse power of over 800, and at the weight of 2500 pounds!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fully moddd AE86 weights about 1800 pounds and the horsepower can have about 250 max at the wheel if you use the original motor with very extensive modifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you use other motors such as SR20 or F20c then you might be able to go up to 800 or more. But thats a whole nother level of tuning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of how I wanted to be able to compete in that kind of level and be able to have fun with everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to slack off.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to clean the fuck off of my room, not going to sleep in the middle of the day, go out and sale stuff with my Dad, and sleep before 10pm today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi has been really supportive to me recently, Im really happy. Even at the down time of me she still stays with me patiently. Which makes me want to work hard for her too. Lots of times I get amazed how perfect she is for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been thinking about how my greater goal should be ever since I moved back to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting my dreams, career, Heidi, and other things into fator.&lt;br /&gt;I can sort of see the answer, and the dim lights of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm researching on the admission and tuition of the college Heidi and I are going to attend, and I'm figuring out which profession should I take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad said I should choose a profession that can be of use to my permanent career.&lt;br /&gt;Which makes good sense, but now I'm having hard time deciding what profession I should choose. Because I'm still uncertain abut which career path I should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many path I have in mind and all of them are pretty intereting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a engineer (except Heidi kind of discouraged me a bit the other day with her math HW, GAH!!! I REMEMBER THOSE NIGHTMARES!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a teacher (a quite possible choice, except the pay suck balls.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a business man that works for corporations that can use me for what Im good at, such as they can send me oversea to Asia as their representative. (very good choice and good potential, but Im still debating with being a engineer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live a happy life with my future wife, be able to hang out with my kids and pass them down many great wisdoms my asian cultures has given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, not much of wisdom really, but I still want to be with my kids and wife in the future as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IhPI2VJBzOs&amp;hl=zh_TW&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=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/IhPI2VJBzOs&amp;hl=zh_TW&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things, many great things.&lt;br /&gt;They are in my dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-2363216601628698038?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/2363216601628698038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2009/10/drifting-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/2363216601628698038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/2363216601628698038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2009/10/drifting-life.html' title='Drifting &amp; Life'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-918417214746010561</id><published>2009-10-22T02:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T02:41:50.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UNt26e8xgkU&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/UNt26e8xgkU&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance!! Dance!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dance with all thy strength. On your way to that distant sky.&lt;br /&gt;Like the azure dragon.&lt;br /&gt;Howling, Clinging.&lt;br /&gt;To that unattainable height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance!! Dance!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dance with all thy heart. On this stage of life.&lt;br /&gt;Like the crimson lotus.&lt;br /&gt;Burning, Radiating.&lt;br /&gt;For this short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance!! Dance!!&lt;br /&gt;Dance for thy passion. In this ablaze world of infamy.&lt;br /&gt;Like the fiery phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;Relentless, Fearless.&lt;br /&gt;Charge forward. Invincible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance!! Dance!!&lt;br /&gt;Dance for thy peace. In this crumbling world of insanity.&lt;br /&gt;Like the willow oak.&lt;br /&gt;Embracing, Unyielding.&lt;br /&gt;Gently sweeps away sorrowful heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-918417214746010561?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/918417214746010561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2009/10/dance-dance-dance-with-all-thy-strength.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/918417214746010561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/918417214746010561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2009/10/dance-dance-dance-with-all-thy-strength.html' title=''/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-205958383559512474</id><published>2009-10-14T01:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T02:34:05.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xl52sdBRX_Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/xl52sdBRX_Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, after I left my work, I've been relaxing too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday is so relaxed that its scary!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of time sipping away from you, slowly, painfully, and getting old. It's like losing your blood little by little!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the sentence above was suppose to be funny fyi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaitaina.... ano tokoro ni...&lt;br /&gt;ima minna wa nanio suruga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I havent went back for a very long time. I started to miss that place a lot now since I have a lot of time to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what does everyone think about their life? Whoever thats reading this blog. What do you think about your life? your current life, your college life, your highschool life, your childhood life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I want to live a life that I can laugh at the end of the day by always work hard and give my best at whatever I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 years old of me miss the city life, I misses the lifestyle of city, tall skyscraper, people walking pass the street, busy but very optimistic. It makes me nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 years old of me misses the country life, easy going people, delicious specialty food. Peacefull and lay back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 years old of me misses the high school life, I miss being a leader, I miss be able to bring happiness to people. I miss to be admired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonigaku, donna mirai mo ii, ore wa nandoka itsumo mae ni susumimasu!! ore wa hoka no mich wa nai desu kara!! Isshokenmei ganbaruzo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soshite, itsuga, sonohi, sono haruka katana wo zettai miruyo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to keep practicing my guitar and piano and cello and I want to learn violin!!!&lt;br /&gt;I also want to get better at my cookings too!&lt;br /&gt;I want to be involved in a group, I want to be the Hero, the leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta start working again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepsleepsleepsleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-205958383559512474?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/205958383559512474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2009/10/man-after-i-left-my-work-ive-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/205958383559512474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/205958383559512474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2009/10/man-after-i-left-my-work-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-5722551562187581518</id><published>2009-09-15T00:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T01:02:47.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent stuffs</title><content type='html'>Hmm, what do I feel right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I need to accelerate. I can't sink myself into this pit of laziness (correct spelling?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been procrastinating very much in life recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I recieved my patriarch blessing, it promised me many things and gave me a general spiritual guidelines of what I could become. Pretty encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;It says I will save lots of people if I desire so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I will be a hero like I always wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;Thats pretty cool! I've always wanted to be a teacher like Onizuka.&lt;br /&gt;I could live a life like that, although teacher's pay sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to become a server, no matter what it takes.&lt;br /&gt;I need to be better at everything.&lt;br /&gt;I need to come out of my shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now what do I feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired :p&lt;br /&gt;retire to bed I shall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-5722551562187581518?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/5722551562187581518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2009/09/recent-stuffs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/5722551562187581518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/5722551562187581518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2009/09/recent-stuffs.html' title='Recent stuffs'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-6906457697804779036</id><published>2007-12-23T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:42:27.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just a note</title><content type='html'>I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should treat my family better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Xmas everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-6906457697804779036?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/6906457697804779036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/6906457697804779036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/6906457697804779036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-note.html' title='just a note'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-4790382655408168058</id><published>2007-12-13T23:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:41:00.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drift?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmZgFaLZIoI/AAAAAAAAABk/IkMiTJUrPHg/s1600-h/n518681016_496768_314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361078052473873026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmZgFaLZIoI/AAAAAAAAABk/IkMiTJUrPHg/s400/n518681016_496768_314.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is drifting so attractive to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm...It's not the speed I like, but the rhythm of drifting that attracts me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, drifting is not the fastest way to go around corners. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, drifting is like a type of dance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like waltz. Drifting is a art. The moment of let go but in control, the dare to question the gravity, the limit, the rule, when to turn, when to brake, when to accelerate, when to pass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are moves just as much as dancing, there are tons of techniques to master. The faster you drift, the better you are, the better you are, the more freely you can drift and express the rhythm the way you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unlike other drifters.... I dislike the sound of burning rubbers and the smoke of burning tires too, it ruins my rhythm, and it pollutes air. (that's why I prefer drifting in the rain, it's less noisy, it save more tires, and it needs more skills)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad drift ruins stuff for sure. Both your car, and the mood. But that's why we practice (on the track of course).I want to use drifting as a way to express myself. Just like singing, martial art, or playing instrument.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the best thing in drifting is the moment when you are almost colliding with someone you totally don't know in a high speed, knowing the risk of crash and very likely death, that feeling is ecstactic, because you have to trust them just as much as yourself to collide with each other although you totally don't know the person. (It requires guts and self-esteems, seriously)The moment you are colliding with them, your mind is shared with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what they are thinking, they know what you are thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a video of drifting with music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1F4j97RyUwU" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1F4j97RyUwU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-4790382655408168058?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/4790382655408168058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/12/drift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/4790382655408168058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/4790382655408168058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/12/drift.html' title='Drift?'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmZgFaLZIoI/AAAAAAAAABk/IkMiTJUrPHg/s72-c/n518681016_496768_314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-7245999782143491896</id><published>2007-12-04T22:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:33:58.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peh.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmZebV3XzyI/AAAAAAAAABc/4TDzPdif77E/s1600-h/n518681016_479986_747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361076230250024738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmZebV3XzyI/AAAAAAAAABc/4TDzPdif77E/s400/n518681016_479986_747.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man.....No matter how optimistic a person is, a bad family really kills it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really shouldn't talk about family stuff over the internet, but this is getting more annoying as the day pass. I don't want anything from them, all I want is give me a break. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stop asking me to do something, stop your expectations, stop telling me that you are gonna snap sometime soon, and just friggin leave me alone! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I see through everything you suggest, hint, and I can predict what you are going to say, so stop your foolish act. I just want a simple life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really! Even tho I said I want to be someone big and blah and yadda. I really really really just want a ordinary life with a ordinary family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I don't do everything myself, it will always turns out the way I don't want it...I might be too picky btw... exp: breakfast, if i don't make it myself, I will have to eat some weird ass fish head soup with fish eyes staring at me, and the orange juice you just made... you forgot to peel the skin off Dad... which tastes very bitter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The lunch is the fish head soup again!! And the dinner is the Fish head soup!!! that's just the funny part, and it's nothing compare to the serious part. Do whatever you guys want! Divorce! Split money! Kill each other! Whatever!You guys never been good since I was born anyway. You guy's misunderstanding of me has reach a critical level and needs to either leave me alone or fix your image of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish I'm a bird and fly away and never be seen again! I also wish that I will never walk on the path you guys went(which I'm afraid to be very likely since the study suggest that children tend to copy the way their parents act). Bad family really destroy a person's dream. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since you guys gave birth to me, I will not blame you guys anything. I just wish that if you guys can at least stop asking me to take sides! It would be nice if you guys can stop feeding me with your story about each other too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the first time I swear on this place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I envy whoever goes outstate for college.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;BTW I'm 20 now. me knows how to cook, laundry, and make money. Me no 2 years old so stop treating me like one.&lt;/p&gt;maybe that's why I want to kick those bad guy's ass so bad, because I never felt been treat fair.and i really should start a rock band now... a grudge heavy yelling till you die metal band(don't like it that much tho).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-7245999782143491896?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/7245999782143491896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/12/peh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/7245999782143491896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/7245999782143491896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/12/peh.html' title='Peh.......'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmZebV3XzyI/AAAAAAAAABc/4TDzPdif77E/s72-c/n518681016_479986_747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-5223402996543709609</id><published>2007-12-01T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:28:42.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of me</title><content type='html'>Undeniable, Undebatable,It may be big or it may be small.&lt;br /&gt;It's part of you, it's part of me.&lt;br /&gt;We carry it and move on with our life.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I thought about it I always smile and make stupid faces,and that's enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to get this point clear...I wrote this because I heard some song, not because I'm emo. (I'm not emo btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-5223402996543709609?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/5223402996543709609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/12/part-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/5223402996543709609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/5223402996543709609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/12/part-of-me.html' title='Part of me'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-3387281520629493207</id><published>2007-11-27T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:26:10.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesomeness is priceless!</title><content type='html'>Went out to get some groceries in the morning ---- $14.26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to store and pay for the apple juice I forgot to pay ---- $4.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use the change for a lottery ticket and win ---- $1.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally owned today ---- priceless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-3387281520629493207?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/3387281520629493207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/11/awesomeness-is-priceless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/3387281520629493207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/3387281520629493207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/11/awesomeness-is-priceless.html' title='Awesomeness is priceless!'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-4048433672402730691</id><published>2007-11-21T02:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:24:32.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the one whose without sin, throw the first rock</title><content type='html'>"Let the one whose without sin, throw the first rock" - Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically saying human has no rights to punish each other.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a idea... Say here is this Terrorist group like Al Quada, they do assassination and suicide bombing only to the BAD GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;Just like Kira.(Corrupted Government official, Tyrant, Serious Criminal)&lt;br /&gt;Is that a good or bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing is good or bad, it's just how you look at it.&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been brainwashed by the highly advanced democracy human rights country for 20 years.. My mind is telling me "Terrorist = bad!! no matter what"But if you say they got no rights to do that, then whos got the rights to do that anyway?? (Cops?? LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Kira has no rights to judge and punish the guilty, why does the court and police has the rights to judge and sentence criminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, L is ultimately the guilty, because he is making justice harder to spread.&lt;br /&gt;We are all human, we have no rights to judge and punish each other.But imagine a world without punishment.You got raped and all you can do is cry and run away. Someone likes your TV, they point a gun at you and you must give it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit it, we are living in a world based on fear.&lt;br /&gt;Many people don't do bad thing because they think it's bad, but in addition to that.. You will be punished if you do bad things.The human justice is based on fear.&lt;br /&gt;Which is not right(or is it?). Justice should never build on the fear.Justice should be inside of everyone, they do it because that's the right thing to do(And yeah.... if that really worked, communism would be the way to go). I don't want to face the consequences, so I will be a good boy. (of course, not everyone is like that, but the fear is there to make sure you don't even think about it) President doesn't want to get impeached, so he won't go too far on something ridiculous. Everyone doesn't do something because there is a side effect.So, if the Terrorist only attacks the bad guys.. Is that good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are doing the same thing as the cops pulling people over for speeding(Speeding is attempt murder BTW).That's one way to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;However I do not know how to look at it the other way. Leave a comment if you can see it for me.Right or wrong, how do I tell?&lt;br /&gt;If Reign of Terror can ends a Tyrant government that makes billions of people suffer, is that right or wrong?If Death Note really exist, will the world become better if it is used in the right way?I think I might have misunderstood what Jesus said, someone explain that to me please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-4048433672402730691?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/4048433672402730691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/11/let-one-whose-without-sin-throw-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/4048433672402730691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/4048433672402730691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/11/let-one-whose-without-sin-throw-first.html' title='Let the one whose without sin, throw the first rock'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-2499962599243329300</id><published>2007-11-20T15:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:20:52.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My awesome plans</title><content type='html'>Last night I was alone thinking what would I picture myself 4 or 5 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see myself study in BYU after received the Associate degree , major in Business and International affair.&lt;br /&gt;I should start learning my 4th or 5th language (Arab, Persian, or Spanish). Got a job at a auto shop, or a interim at a business, or international trading company.&lt;br /&gt;Get back to my drum, and learn some Piano and more string instrument like cello or viola.&lt;br /&gt;I should have a useful skill that can supply myself if something happen (mechanics, accounting, or worst.. delivery)&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship. (:P) And a ROCK BAND!! And I want a Malamute.&lt;br /&gt;Travel back to VA from Utah by car every once a while.&lt;br /&gt;Compare to what I use to have in mind, this one is a lot more realistic.&lt;br /&gt;I think..So now, I think that will be my goal, and I will just have to work really hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-2499962599243329300?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/2499962599243329300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-awesome-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/2499962599243329300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/2499962599243329300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-awesome-plans.html' title='My awesome plans'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-8709138668882714135</id><published>2007-11-13T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:18:04.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere I belong</title><content type='html'>Hmm, this general study college does not suit my taste a lot.&lt;br /&gt;It's lacking challenge. I want to move out, it's ok if I will join the workforce now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is some where I can really use my brain, learn more things, experience more stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Day by day, study, work, and life. This is dying, not living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT"S TOO FREAKING EASY FOR ME!!!! OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw the "you go to college because u will need it for a stable job"&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a stable office chairman. Something like bat man would suit me more.&lt;br /&gt;I mean something more challenge than yelling at people in office. Or pulling people over with trunk load of speeding ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not where I want to end up.I know right now is just a transition time for me. But I really can't stand the feeling of mass time wasting like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unbearable, it feels worse than when the car in front of me forget to move when the lights turn green and when he realize it the lights already turn red, however he managed to ran through the yellow light so I'm stuck at the same light for another 5 minutes but he got away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wasted 5 years in High School, I don't want to waste another 5 year in this stupid general study and so called guaranteed job diploma (in fact u dont always get a job just coz u have a college Diploma).If you put this situation in Naruto, than I would be Sasuke.Say if I'm lucky, I get to live until I'm 100. Now I have 80 years and 3 months left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I ever gonna be able to do what I want to do if I don't stop wasting my time now? (and I dont suppose I would be as healthy as I am now when I'm near 100)And while the time has been so slow to me, I felt so weak. While others are moving forward.People say this is just the time you have to endure like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, 90% of people do this, and probably 50 % of those 90% get a good life with stable job, and move on and die.Which is something I dont want.I want that 1% out of the 10%. (You can say bat man is one of the 1% out of the 10%)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-8709138668882714135?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/8709138668882714135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/11/somewhere-i-belong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/8709138668882714135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/8709138668882714135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/11/somewhere-i-belong.html' title='Somewhere I belong'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-9123936171159496361</id><published>2007-11-11T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:24:49.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This movie rocks!</title><content type='html'>Conversations with God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the few slow pace movie that didn't make me fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Although the word in the movie are delivered by author and director, the idea are really talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just one of the stupid people who gets influenced easily by anything that surrounds me, in this case, I feel wonderful, thoughtful, and optimistic after watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;However I still think that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;I actually realized, and learned something. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is very nice.I'm going to watch it again tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-9123936171159496361?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/9123936171159496361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-movie-rocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/9123936171159496361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/9123936171159496361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-movie-rocks.html' title='This movie rocks!'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-6846509746809948992</id><published>2007-10-28T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:12:49.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmYTAHVPzuI/AAAAAAAAABU/n66X2OrfpLg/s1600-h/n518681016_397337_1727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360993299120246498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmYTAHVPzuI/AAAAAAAAABU/n66X2OrfpLg/s400/n518681016_397337_1727.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I was just doing laundry, and when I go over all my pockets in my pants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this unused movie ticket in my pocket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time was last saturday 10:30pm at Springfield mall. It is really scary because I can't recall any of memory of purchasing this ticket at anywhere.I totally cant recall where and why did I bought this ticket. After I found this ticket I went to movie.com and looked it up. The movie is something about people fighting vampires at arctic circle. Actually the vampire looks more like ghoul (mindless blood thirst monster who only listen to the command of the vampire who bit them).Could it be just like some of the anime when the main character is in trouble, the inner person of the main character shows up and made main character went totally rage and take care of the problems?In this case some thing happened and my inner person made me bought this ticket. Which is weird.And that could be the reason why I always can't keep track on how much money do I have/owe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-6846509746809948992?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/6846509746809948992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2009/07/strange-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/6846509746809948992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/6846509746809948992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2009/07/strange-thing.html' title='Strange thing'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmYTAHVPzuI/AAAAAAAAABU/n66X2OrfpLg/s72-c/n518681016_397337_1727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-160124669564710490</id><published>2007-10-01T20:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:03:58.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>take it easy and slow</title><content type='html'>I dont know why. This could be the reason why I mess up so much on many things.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I mess up because I'm too hasty.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason although most of thing is easy for me, but I just can't do it right. And when it's not easy for me, I mess up even more. (although there are some few occasion that I got it remarkably right)In Japaneses class, I understand what sensei was saying and I know the answer in my mind, but there is always some slight mistake, or sometimes worse.&lt;br /&gt;I had this really uncomfortable feeling earlier in class, and so does the other class, I feel nervous, yet I dont know why... it's not like I'm not prepared or the class is too hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where did those feeling came from.The fact is that I can not calm myself down when I need to.&lt;br /&gt;It is really dangerous when it comes to driving, or anything involve other lives.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe go to china and make myself a monk for 10 years will help a little.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe..When I was with you guys, honestly... do you think I'm very pushy, not knowing what to do, or whatever that made you feel uncomfortable? Even if you guys dont feel that way, I know I made myself really uncomfortable when I was with you guys for some reason.I know I can do it, just for some reason I always mess up in the end.geh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to slow down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-160124669564710490?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/160124669564710490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dont-know-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/160124669564710490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/160124669564710490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dont-know-why.html' title='take it easy and slow'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-3576656173937802168</id><published>2007-09-15T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:51:05.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization 2</title><content type='html'>The blog is on my facebook notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/notes.php?id=518681016&amp;amp;style=1#/note.php?note_id=5254347814"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/notes.php?id=518681016&amp;amp;style=1#/note.php?note_id=5254347814&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-3576656173937802168?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/3576656173937802168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/09/realization-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/3576656173937802168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/3576656173937802168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/09/realization-2.html' title='Realization 2'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-2061301190443910074</id><published>2007-09-15T06:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:48:17.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>風林火山</title><content type='html'>"疾如風、徐如林、侵掠如火、不動如山"&lt;br /&gt;疾（はや）きこと風の如く&lt;br /&gt;徐（しず）かなること林の如く&lt;br /&gt;侵掠（しんりゃく）すること火の如く&lt;br /&gt;動かざること山の如し&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be quick like the wind&lt;br /&gt;Be swift and adaptive as the restful forest&lt;br /&gt;Assault like the raging fire&lt;br /&gt;Be still as the serene mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the four lines that Sun-zi (one of the most famous battle strategist in ancient China) wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This style was adopted by a Sengoku Daimyo named Takeda Shingen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-2061301190443910074?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/2061301190443910074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/2061301190443910074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/2061301190443910074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='風林火山'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-6305927737342220396</id><published>2007-09-10T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:38:10.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SAYONARA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmYK-t3cjPI/AAAAAAAAABM/4ylxhjVSZFI/s1600-h/n518681016_295851_5608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 275px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360984479011474674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmYK-t3cjPI/AAAAAAAAABM/4ylxhjVSZFI/s400/n518681016_295851_5608.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farewell Grandpa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You kind of destroyed my plan for the new years eve, but I guess that can't be helped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I will save the fireworks till the next time we meet I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On your way there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May a good wind be with you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-6305927737342220396?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/6305927737342220396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2009/07/sayonara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/6305927737342220396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/6305927737342220396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2009/07/sayonara.html' title='SAYONARA'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmYK-t3cjPI/AAAAAAAAABM/4ylxhjVSZFI/s72-c/n518681016_295851_5608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-2096969911879876000</id><published>2007-09-04T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:36:14.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jap accent XDDD</title><content type='html'>The song is in my files applicationunder Sentire emo collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the lyrics.Song : Full of Tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics :&lt;br /&gt;Straps are out of my reach.(It is a part of my life.)&lt;br /&gt;Heavy things are always on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;No way to reach the overhead rack!&lt;br /&gt;Someone put his bag on my head （in a crowded train,）&lt;br /&gt;and can you imagine what he told me?&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, you are too small to see.”&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t help the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;What else can I do?I’m short.&lt;br /&gt;For my eyes are full of tears,I cannot see the screen well.&lt;br /&gt;I took a massive amount of milk.&lt;br /&gt;I have eaten a good deal of little fish.&lt;br /&gt;I have NO likes and dislikes in food.But….despite all my efforts, I am still short.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I suppose,I should go along with it for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amzaing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other songs are pretty cool, chk it out sometimes.I like Mochironhorokusa... it's such a sad song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-2096969911879876000?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/2096969911879876000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/09/jap-accent-xddd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/2096969911879876000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/2096969911879876000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/09/jap-accent-xddd.html' title='Jap accent XDDD'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-2179628147480439283</id><published>2007-09-01T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:33:30.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doujinshi!!!</title><content type='html'>Doujinshi - fan comics in Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading some Evangelion doujinshi, to get some more idea about how fan comics look like, and brainstorming a little bit more, and......guh...I felt so hopeless because my mind can not get me out of that fantasy world now.&lt;br /&gt;(The ending in this doujinshi is 10 times more kick ass than the original ending.)&lt;br /&gt;It just made me escaped the real world and actually sought the future in that unreal world. Which is stupid...(BUT..if the genie of lamp just happen to show up on my desk right now, I will turn this world into something like that XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what is this, but is this how you call "mind fucked"? or brain washed, it just made me totally lost it. I felt wonderful, yet kind of depressed by the reality as I do not belong to that world. It reminds me of the innocence, beautiful, simple life back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean the life when I was 14 and younger. Simple life, middle school, friends, hang out, hot summer, ice cream, bike trip, dinner, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so annoying, because I know what's wrong with me but I can not help myself but to keep thinking about those fantasy stuff. I havent felt like this since I beat Final Fantasy 7, 9, and 10.I think I'm kind of in a "in love" statue right now.. except I'm in love with something unreal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-2179628147480439283?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/2179628147480439283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/09/doujinshi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/2179628147480439283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/2179628147480439283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/09/doujinshi.html' title='Doujinshi!!!'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-354939403560249512</id><published>2007-08-30T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:30:24.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For the first time</title><content type='html'>for the first time........or it's being a while I should say.... since last time I'm this crazy about something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG!! EVANGELION IS FRIGGGING BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THERE WILL BE BOTH ANIME AND LIVE ACTION MOVIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OF EVANGELIION!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to put it on all caps, but I'm so so so so so so so so so so so so sosososososososososososososososososososososososososososososo excited, and happy, overjoyed with tears, and crying aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I have chillings all over my body, an incontrollable feeling that wants to burst out of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Action Movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mRB2woVxcQ4" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mRB2woVxcQ4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9M5F2Yr0NEw" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9M5F2Yr0NEw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canon D-DurShinji (cello), Asuka (Violin), Rei (Viola), Kaworu (Violin)This is the song, the first time I've ever heard about Canon, the song I heard at the summer before I came to America, this video reminds me about that summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nMflbaDrfhs" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nMflbaDrfhs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-354939403560249512?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/354939403560249512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/08/for-first-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/354939403560249512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/354939403560249512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/08/for-first-time.html' title='For the first time'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-8530816336298898366</id><published>2007-08-30T20:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:28:24.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainstorming is fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmYIZGeTBdI/AAAAAAAAABE/NX2lUEPVTZ8/s1600-h/n518681016_273178_5999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360981633758594514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmYIZGeTBdI/AAAAAAAAABE/NX2lUEPVTZ8/s400/n518681016_273178_5999.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So me and Tommy was brainstorming about a new story line for Kingdom Hearts comics that he is going to draw. most of detail will be secret..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;roughly... the story begins right after the letter Kairi receive the letter from King Micky. (It did not show the detail of the letter in the game, so we are using that as a starting point.)- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The letter is something about King Micky summoned Sora again because there is something he needs to do to close the Kingdom Hearts completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sora did not receive the message because Kairi intercept it and kept it secret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Strange things happened (Roxas, Axle, Namine, Nobody, Heartless, Oblivion castle, Ansem....etc might appear in Sora's dream, just like how KH1 started) Sora sense something wrong and finds the intercepted letter eventually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sora left without telling Riku and Kairi since it's extremly urgent.- Sora went to a huge battle with Heartless again, used up all his energy to save everyone for the time being, but failed to close the Kingdom Hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sora will lost most of his memories about his past (again =_=;)A lot more detail is not typed. And this is just part one, which is like the first volume of the comics.I havent draw anything seriously for a long time. So my skill really gotten worse. But brainstorming about this new adventure story is pretty fun. We decide to stop at 2 : 00 am because we were exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-8530816336298898366?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/8530816336298898366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/08/brainstorming-is-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/8530816336298898366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/8530816336298898366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/08/brainstorming-is-fun.html' title='Brainstorming is fun'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmYIZGeTBdI/AAAAAAAAABE/NX2lUEPVTZ8/s72-c/n518681016_273178_5999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-8075133471905842666</id><published>2007-08-30T04:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:24:48.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont get peoples</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I was flamming someone over the youtube about the south east asia tsunami..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;user OdaNobunaga is me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mic32768 (1 week ago) I have nothing against these people but...NATURE ROCKS! WHAT A GREAT TSUNAMI!But this should have happened to people in North America instead because they really deserves disasters like this.Sad to say but it's a good thing natural disasters exists, because there is way too much people on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OdaNobunaga (6 days ago) say that again when your family is in that situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mic32768 (6 days ago) You don't have to "poor comment" me, it was my opinion. Family or not, it's a necessity that people die. Almost 7 billions people is way too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OdaNobunaga (4 days ago)I didn't comment on your comment at all. All I said is if you would like to say Natural Disaster is AWESOME!! again, when the Tsunami is right in front of you and your family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gorn9146 (3 days ago) I think you may be misinterpreting the meaning here. Saying something is awesome is not necessarily saying it is cool. Originally, "awesome" was a word to describe something which inspired awe. Think about the phrase "Shock and Awe."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OdaNobunaga (3 days ago) well, wutever, go ahead play words with me, but he also said "NATURE ROCKS!!! WHAT A GREAT TSUNAMI!! But this should happened in North America Instead......." Again, I did not comment on any of your comment. All I said is if you want to say that again when the Nature is ROCKING again right in front of you and your family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OdaNobunaga (3 days ago) and normally people use AWESOME when something cool or great happened. So I don't know, but maybe you would like to yell out AWESOME!!!!! on your father's funeral??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gorn9146 (1 day ago) Yeah, and maybe you'll do the same after you finish fucking your dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OdaNobunaga (17 minutes ago) LOL, did you have nothing else to say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OdaNobunaga (11 minutes ago)You said awesome is actually a inspiration for the word "awe", so I was just assuming you use it like that as well. If you find that any offensive, please pardon me. But I don't have a dog, and I find that gay and perverted for having sex with dogs. And what you said is hilarious plus insulting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmYHsLDYf8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/_QxQPUDeUtk/s1600-h/n518681016_271927_6342.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OdaNobunaga (9 minutes ago)and you didn't answer my question after all! XDOdaNobunaga (6 seconds ago) and maybe I should use "homosexual" instead of "gay", that way you won't misinterpreting my meaning again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't get peoples... How did they just go off topics like that??totally pointless conversation...It's just like..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Hey, hows your vocab quiz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Yeah, it's raining outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It happens a lot. Do different brain tends to function differently?? For example : skip few lines, filter out the words they dont want to see, hear, or even translate a really clear statement into something that totally has nothing to do with it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Don't touch me!! I don't like that!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Okay... (*touch)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: I thought I just told you!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Yeah, you want something to drink?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe if it wasnt human, communism would actually be the way to go isn't it?Monkey might do better than humans if they can develop a society like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmYHsLDYf8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/_QxQPUDeUtk/s1600-h/n518681016_271927_6342.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-8075133471905842666?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/8075133471905842666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-dont-get-peoples.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/8075133471905842666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/8075133471905842666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-dont-get-peoples.html' title='I dont get peoples'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-941824892648554294</id><published>2007-08-27T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:19:17.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First japanese class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmYGnz6lD8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/llOdJFBFxCA/s1600-h/n518681016_267226_7226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 309px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360979687451725762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmYGnz6lD8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/llOdJFBFxCA/s400/n518681016_267226_7226.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, the long await legendary super Japanese class in college!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wasnt really that great..I guess my expectation is a little too high. The class is conducted in a small classroom about same size as the one in Lake Braddock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are about 15 people at most. (or 15 geeks?) 3 asians (include me, one girls is way behind on her speaking and listening skill) 1 blacks, and the rest white. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might be too mean to call them geeks, but I just can't help it. move on to class...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a hybrid class which combines computer activities, and class room activities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I say 75 percent of work is done on computer since we only meet once a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She asked us to trade our cell phone numbers so we can communicate after class, which is kind of weird... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girl next to me just said "I hate cell phones.... do you have AIM??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was like "Totally" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I learned the kanji for month (ichi gatsu....etc), and the dates of the month.. They also use same listening material as LBSS. (that brought back memories when I heard that oriental flute music again today) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the teacher spent about 40 minutes teaching us what should we say on jikoushokai (self introduction).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you speak to her in English, she will pretend she dosent understand you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was quite embarrassing. The whole class last for 1 hour and 50 minutes. Pretty much same as LBSSWhen the class finished, we did not have the Kiritsu, Rei, Sayonara thing as I used to have back in LBSS. (so does the start).Well, I still went forward to Sensei and said sayonara sensei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she correct me that I should say Shitsureishimasu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(=_=; k....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-941824892648554294?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/941824892648554294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-japanese-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/941824892648554294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/941824892648554294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-japanese-class.html' title='First japanese class'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmYGnz6lD8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/llOdJFBFxCA/s72-c/n518681016_267226_7226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-8282036224127017072</id><published>2007-08-18T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:15:57.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No! I'm not a alcoholic and I don't use drugs.&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes when you are alone, you are really not alone?&lt;br /&gt;I'm the person that always aware about everything. (Although you might not notice)&lt;br /&gt;Many times when I'm alone, I felt like someone is actually with me. well, with me for good purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of times things work out so perfectly (timing, situation, reason, location). So perfect that it's amazing to believe that it just happened. It creates a situation that I must obey or I will go into a big mess, or doing something I will regret later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like its helping me making decisions about a lot of things. And sometimes forcing me to make the choice it wants.A lot of times.... for example..When I was driving... I will slow down for no reason, and later finds out that I will be in a big trouble if I didn't slow down. (happened A LOT)When I want to do something dangerous or not right, something else will happen that keeps me from doing it.&lt;br /&gt;It's more than just influence. It's powerful. It's not a bad thing, at least I felt lucky about a lot of things such as meeting everyone, became a president of a organization, went out with girls, got the car that I dreamed of, always have a better outcome on everything, and many thing else that I can only and used to dreamed of.I felt like its guiding me towards the destination it wants. I fight it, I don't want something destined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never won.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-8282036224127017072?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/8282036224127017072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-im-not-alcoholic-and-i-dont-use.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/8282036224127017072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/8282036224127017072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-im-not-alcoholic-and-i-dont-use.html' title=''/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-8293503592365212622</id><published>2007-08-11T02:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:13:40.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian Thriller</title><content type='html'>So yea, if you know anything about the Thriller by Michael Jackson in 1983.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably a replica of that MV.Michael Jackson's Thriller &lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rT90keJ51bY" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rT90keJ51bY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LbvP7dT3Dx0" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LbvP7dT3Dx0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian version (subed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtJRNyPK-lc" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtJRNyPK-lc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know... but maybe it's because I can't understand it. Coz right now I can't stop laughing!This one is off topic, but it's indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRmqZRPgK1w" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRmqZRPgK1w&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another indian MV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QvGklVDMY5Q&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QvGklVDMY5Q&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really revolutionized about the way I thought about Indian. I used to thought they are really religious, behave...you know.. all that good well human behavior stuff. But from here it looks like they likes to party just as much as we us!the rest of them is off topic. Just something funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ teletubbies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ic8CWo5gKtc" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ic8CWo5gKtc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loituma Techno version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mdMb6bRXt4" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mdMb6bRXt4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loituma - Levas polka oneup hard purjoremix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AgO3RGYJQxA" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AgO3RGYJQxA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-8293503592365212622?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/8293503592365212622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/08/indian-thriller.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/8293503592365212622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/8293503592365212622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/08/indian-thriller.html' title='Indian Thriller'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-9122976304891010056</id><published>2007-08-10T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:11:39.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGTHISISIMPOSSIBLE!!!</title><content type='html'>I used to thought that I would never get fat, but now....&lt;br /&gt;lack of sleeping, too much poppye, and no exercise (because it's too hot outside) at all this summer has made me 15 pounds (or more) fatter!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Like right now, there is no curve on my waist at ALL!! It used to be so curvy and nice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE POPPYES!!! OMG I NEVER THOUGHT THAT THIS DAY WOULD COME FOR ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get my daily jogging habit back again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-9122976304891010056?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/9122976304891010056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/08/omgthisisimpossible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/9122976304891010056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/9122976304891010056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/08/omgthisisimpossible.html' title='OMGTHISISIMPOSSIBLE!!!'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-3856863166924617432</id><published>2007-08-05T21:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:08:28.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>something in my mind</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. My Dad is almost 60.&lt;br /&gt;He just got a job that has to work 12 hours a day 6 days a week in Richmond.(yea he wont be home for almost the whole week or he wont even be home anymore.... like those sailer..)&lt;br /&gt;For my sister's tuition. Hmm.. He could have start traveling around the world if he want.&lt;br /&gt;But he dosent want my sister to go to NOVA. And my sister dosent want to go to NOVA too.&lt;br /&gt;So she decide to go to ECU.&lt;br /&gt;And my Dad decided to pay for her tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. If that's their choice. I should respect it.It's just kind of weird because that I'm respecting his choice of unnecessary suffering for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the least I can do is not to make him worry about me. (anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work harder!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-3856863166924617432?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/3856863166924617432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/08/something-in-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/3856863166924617432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/3856863166924617432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/08/something-in-my-mind.html' title='something in my mind'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-265545195163816233</id><published>2007-07-21T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:06:19.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGTHISSUCKS!!!</title><content type='html'>OMGTHISSUCKS!! INSTEAD OF RUILING OTAKON, I'M STUCK WITH MY JOB IN VA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-265545195163816233?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/265545195163816233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/07/omgthissucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/265545195163816233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/265545195163816233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/07/omgthissucks.html' title='OMGTHISSUCKS!!!'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-3330017429242794533</id><published>2007-07-21T02:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:04:47.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so like... what is your point?</title><content type='html'>I don't know if any of you have this kind of this experience before.. but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me it seems like many people can't have their idea focus when it is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example :&lt;br /&gt;Idiot who can't stay with me : The atomic bomb might be a little too much, but Japanese ambushed pearl harbor too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : The problem is that the Japanese did inform the U.S. navy about the Pearl Harbor Attack.(some believed that it was actually a plot made by US government to make the US public agree with the US pacific strategy which is to drop the goddamn bomb so the Russian would stfu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot who can't stay with me : well, they might ambush the pearl harbor, but there is no way they can make it to the US homeland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me :( NO! NO!!!NONONONONONONONONONONONONO!!!!!!!STAY WITH ME!!!!!!OMG YOU ARE NOT EVEN STICKING TO YOUR OWN TOPIC!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate things like this to happen.so I suppose there is just as many point of view as the population of this world.Sometimes.... what you said might not be what they heard!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-3330017429242794533?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/3330017429242794533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-know-if-any-of-you-have-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/3330017429242794533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/3330017429242794533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-know-if-any-of-you-have-this.html' title='so like... what is your point?'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-342801057007843028</id><published>2007-07-12T03:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:01:47.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So the summer is here~</title><content type='html'>I haven't write something in a long time because my life is way too busy.&lt;br /&gt;Like I would need 30 hours a day to finish everything I want to do. Work, tuning cars, hang out with friends, shopping, church, taking pictures, recording summers, sign up class, taking exams, study??, concert, something illegal, ROCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, Tommy is in UTAH.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle is out of state having fun.&lt;br /&gt;Hanako is in NY&lt;br /&gt;Sam is in governor academy&lt;br /&gt;Mish is in OSAKA!! (goddammit)&lt;br /&gt;Jun is working and having no life&lt;br /&gt;Chan is selling online game treasures to pay his phone bill&lt;br /&gt;Chen needs to clean his room&lt;br /&gt;Patrick is in summer school&lt;br /&gt;Eric needs to stop playing video games&lt;br /&gt;Meron needs a car&lt;br /&gt;Jeff is lacking off&lt;br /&gt;so does paul and Charles and Chrisor are they?&lt;br /&gt;All my J-Club minions are out there somewhere having fun I suppose&lt;br /&gt;All my Taiwan buddies are in Taiwan&lt;br /&gt;All my classmates!!!!! You guys!!!!!! YEAHHH!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is being really busy!!!!!! When I'm alone and thinking about everyone, it just made me smile and really enjoying life. High School.... gave me so many memories. (is it many or much????hahaha) every time when I think about everyone, I felt stronger, I felt I should enjoy my life more, I felt summer is here, I felt like I'm with everyone although I'm alone, but.... I miss you guys!!!DAMN~ I'm planning a road trip to Cali in August. Let me know if any of you are interested.Oh, Michelle let me know when are you guys going to the Otacon. I wanna go too.I can't sleep.... coz there are so many things to do! I'm using my sleep time to organize the memories that happened recently and post it here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-342801057007843028?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/342801057007843028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-havent-write-something-in-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/342801057007843028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/342801057007843028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-havent-write-something-in-long-time.html' title='So the summer is here~'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-3453427101607295372</id><published>2007-07-03T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:57:55.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackboard</title><content type='html'>so uh... I was bored...and I tried to log into my blackboard.IT WORKED!!!!!WOW!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-3453427101607295372?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/3453427101607295372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/07/blackboard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/3453427101607295372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/3453427101607295372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/07/blackboard.html' title='Blackboard'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-5678828435575348218</id><published>2007-07-01T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:57:07.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>American or not??</title><content type='html'>So.. Am I American? or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now come to think of it... I'm not very american. Maybe I'm just a long term foreign exchange student.. yes?&lt;br /&gt;I dont listen to american music a lot (old school type), I'm not very active in this society (clubs, sports, hang out, band, drug....etc). And many more... It just made me think.... hmm.. what else should I do to be more american. (or to be one if possible)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I felt like a outsider because I neglect myself. Inconfident?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I dont think so. A lot of people likes the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;My sister is pretty dumb, but she is way more american than me. WAIT... maybe that's why she is so american. Maybe I should think less. So will the "American dream" that my highschool was trying to install to my brain really happen on me? It looks exciting and beautiful. Very inspiring, but can I be like them although I'm not very american?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My way of living in America is to be as myself as possible. I dont want to lost my asian way of thinking. I try to do what asian would do (such as hot blooded, acting cool, asian hair, read asia books, study anything about asia) while I want to adopt and forge the american way to the asia way.K... I've gone too far......Anyway...I asked these questions because I was wondering if I should waste my money to buy fireworks to celebrate July 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=152613&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=2388872814&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=2388872814&amp;amp;id=518681016"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-5678828435575348218?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/5678828435575348218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/07/american-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/5678828435575348218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/5678828435575348218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/07/american-or-not.html' title='American or not??'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-6756805728454622821</id><published>2007-06-27T11:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:54:18.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The future is now</title><content type='html'>a slogan from SNK co. (video game company)good slogan.&lt;br /&gt;I'm inspired.&lt;br /&gt;gonna go finish the paint on my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough the paint really smells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW...oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://www.wingsee.com/ghibli/totoro/music/totoromidi11.mid" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.wingsee.com/ghibli/totoro/music/totoromidi11.mid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this music is awesome, check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dewa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-6756805728454622821?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/6756805728454622821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/06/future-is-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/6756805728454622821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/6756805728454622821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/06/future-is-now.html' title='The future is now'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-576773717008767008</id><published>2007-06-24T12:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:51:55.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyperfest 2007 at West Virginia</title><content type='html'>Man!!! I'm exhausted! Although Hyperfest wasnt as big as Formula D or D1GP, it was still awesome!! One thing that sucked is that I didnt get to drift my cars, coz the spot were filled by the time I get there. (I got there at 9:00, the event starts at 9:30!!OMG!!??)&lt;br /&gt;  You know... when you turn at 80 miles or higher, your head gets bigger. A lot bigger, coz you can feel the helmet is getting smaller and smaller. That hurts.... especially on the race track with all the G-force trying to part your head from your body. (I was like.... OMG!!! my head is gonna explode!! why did I pick this helmet!?!?)It feels a lot different to sit on passenger's seat than I turning at 80 mph by myself. whoever that ever rode with me before... I can feel your pain now......m(_ _)m sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was riding with others, that's why I was on the race track today. We(me, Jack, Patrick) ate at a home made style pizza restaurant in a very country side of WV.  It feels pretty creepy at the begining because there were no restaurant nearby, it was such a country place. (should've brought my guitar and sing the song "country road") BUT!!!! GUYS!!! dont ever judge by the appearence. The owner looks like a criminal and the restaurant looks very cheesy, but the pizza is SO GOOD!!! crispy bread, lots of material (real materials dude, no can food here).Classic country american pizza. Good stuff. We came back to that pizza restaurant for the dinner again.We went to see couple of competition after that.Oh!! there is this competition called "the rice rice challenge". The goal is to make a car as ricy and as creative as possible with some simple hand tools and material such as card board or drill gun and etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would post the pictures if my computer isnt broken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocab :Rice : (adj) Ghetto, Gay, Funny, Inmature.Ricer : Ghetto racer.After the rice rice challenge, I slept a little bit and then went to see the Drifting competitions. Lots of crash, lots of burning tires, lots of fun.someone drove a pick up truck with flame thrower on the top of the truck and smoked the heck out of those drift cars! that was hilarious.The whole event ended with bunch of Big Flashy Fireworks. (I will post the video later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-576773717008767008?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/576773717008767008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/06/hyperfest-2007-at-west-virginia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/576773717008767008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/576773717008767008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/06/hyperfest-2007-at-west-virginia.html' title='Hyperfest 2007 at West Virginia'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-7482885270053971199</id><published>2007-06-16T16:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:49:06.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How am I gonna live my day without you</title><content type='html'>Oh my dear, I can't imagine a day without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every time when I looked at you I felt so happy. You take me to every where, you have always stayed with me.You listen my thoughts, and I cried to you.... now you are leaving me. my day is going to be so boring. water arent as sweet, air wont be so fresh,music wont be as beautiful, food wont be that delicious. Your value to me is more than just money,because the memories I had with you. You are part of me. I can't believed I'm this sad. Now... if only I can live with you one more days...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmX_aV5UnPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LKhtAZWpdCk/s1600-h/n518681016_125974_421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360971759473695986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmX_aV5UnPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LKhtAZWpdCk/s400/n518681016_125974_421.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-7482885270053971199?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/7482885270053971199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-am-i-gonna-live-my-day-without-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/7482885270053971199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/7482885270053971199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-am-i-gonna-live-my-day-without-you.html' title='How am I gonna live my day without you'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmX_aV5UnPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LKhtAZWpdCk/s72-c/n518681016_125974_421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-2237873227762276002</id><published>2007-06-13T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:46:18.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The graduation at patriot center</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning at 7:33. (kind of late coz we gotta be at the Patriot center by 8:00) got there with a dent on my car coz this idiot was trying to turn right in front of me while going 55 mph.&lt;br /&gt;I went through a security check under the sun, and stayed in the humid hall waiting for the ceremony to start. (That was REALLY humid, everyone were dying)&lt;br /&gt;But it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY FRIGGIN DIPLOMA!! YEAH!!!!! NOW I'M OFFICIALLY DONE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight is gonna be awesome! (all night grad party)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-2237873227762276002?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/2237873227762276002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/06/graduation-at-patriot-center.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/2237873227762276002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/2237873227762276002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/06/graduation-at-patriot-center.html' title='The graduation at patriot center'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-1647010602030384054</id><published>2007-06-09T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:44:32.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Y~~M~CA</title><content type='html'>That song stuck in my head now....dang...Last night was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;Although I wasn't super hyper crazy.(but I've never been like that before)&lt;br /&gt;It's actually the first time that I think the dance is not boring and awkward.&lt;br /&gt;Sam was gorgeous and super shiny.&lt;br /&gt;She had a gold dress with gold purse and gold shoes, yea.. oh and she smells good!&lt;br /&gt;That was such a good time!!! My high school is fulfilled!I got 100 on my government finals too!My life is so good. It's about time for me to start a new life tho.... New school, new people, new friends, new LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited and looking forward to meet them! I want to start a Japan club in NOVA too. Of course, I'm the president.&lt;br /&gt;And I want to have a band too. Anyone who is interested let me know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my story, although it might not ends the way I want it... It always have a good ending&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-1647010602030384054?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/1647010602030384054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/06/ymca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/1647010602030384054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/1647010602030384054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/06/ymca.html' title='Y~~M~CA'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-5732218709207525636</id><published>2007-06-07T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:40:51.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My car is hot!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmX9bjqFBdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/P-zB5QNPOEc/s1600-h/n518681016_112357_3824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360969581324469714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmX9bjqFBdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/P-zB5QNPOEc/s400/n518681016_112357_3824.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, I didn't really go to the party today..actually... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is really no such party.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left early coz I don't want to let them see me cry in the class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I drove around the town... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but realized that I really miss that class so I bought a sun flower for Ms. Abram and then I went back to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I should marry my car. She is so hot. And she takes me to where ever I want to go.Last final tomorrow!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will take the bitter to the end and enjoy the sweetness afterwards.Good luck to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-5732218709207525636?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/5732218709207525636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-car-is-hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/5732218709207525636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/5732218709207525636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-car-is-hot.html' title='My car is hot!!'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmX9bjqFBdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/P-zB5QNPOEc/s72-c/n518681016_112357_3824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-8331305042428110924</id><published>2007-06-04T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:38:00.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Final weeks!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmX82WyYDqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/dM9yPKtnbG8/s1600-h/a518681016_106315_3278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 50px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 50px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360968942214450850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmX82WyYDqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/dM9yPKtnbG8/s400/a518681016_106315_3278.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, I'm so not ready.The only thing I can get ready now is probably get ready to die.anyway, I'm gonna stay away from computer this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-8331305042428110924?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/8331305042428110924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/06/final-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/8331305042428110924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/8331305042428110924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/06/final-weeks.html' title='Final weeks!!!!'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmX82WyYDqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/dM9yPKtnbG8/s72-c/a518681016_106315_3278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-4664043548661483698</id><published>2007-06-01T18:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:36:30.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The only heaven I know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmX8XyB7FZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-QEqunp_vNc/s1600-h/n518681016_99350_3396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360968416951473554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmX8XyB7FZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-QEqunp_vNc/s400/n518681016_99350_3396.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's over~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my friend The storm is gone~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I still think of you Yeah I still think of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; You're older~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Grown up You won't believe I still think of you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I still think of you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It makes me sick .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-4664043548661483698?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/4664043548661483698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/06/only-heaven-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/4664043548661483698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/4664043548661483698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/06/only-heaven-i-know.html' title='The only heaven I know'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmX8XyB7FZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-QEqunp_vNc/s72-c/n518681016_99350_3396.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227659699263711744.post-4045673513966628432</id><published>2007-06-01T05:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:33:18.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmX7t4mR-eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oynOLbOuXJ4/s1600-h/a518681016_98498_1562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360967697160075746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmX7t4mR-eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oynOLbOuXJ4/s320/a518681016_98498_1562.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see the light!I guess there is not much time left...Get ready!Get ready for the new day!Get ready for the new life!Get ready to rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/227659699263711744-4045673513966628432?l=seitenmaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/feeds/4045673513966628432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-dawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/4045673513966628432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/227659699263711744/posts/default/4045673513966628432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seitenmaou.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-dawn.html' title='It&apos;s Dawn'/><author><name>征天小白兔まおう</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01178926594408527326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YC3Cp68pQ9w/TqOTnWmBgcI/AAAAAAAAANA/oianM4FW_eE/s220/18_170_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcEM7Z3zbk8/SmX7t4mR-eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oynOLbOuXJ4/s72-c/a518681016_98498_1562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
