<?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-386868535608405232</id><updated>2011-12-12T00:05:39.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Came, Rain Fell</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-2411441985981926775</id><published>2010-08-28T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T15:45:47.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Love Starts To Become A Waste...</title><content type='html'>Nowadays, I've come to realize that loving someone is not that simple. True, it doesn't need a reason. But what do you expect? What do you expect from loving someone? Do you expect them to love you back? Or you 'just' love them, whether they love you back or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that unconditional love is real love. Or is it, really? Is it really what we want? Unrequited love sure sounds cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking... For what? For what do I have to have this feeling? Loving someone who doesn't even love me back... I mean, what? All of this is starting to become a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, let me put you in a condition. You like someone. You might even love them. But you're not sure if they're going to love you back or not. And now what? Do you approach them? Do you try to get closer to them? Or you choose just to sit back, and see if they approach you first?&lt;br /&gt;Then what if they don't approach you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any courage to approach someone. And I really can't see the reason to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little by little, I feel that my feelings for someone has become a waste. I feel that I have no reason to like someone.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I produce a large amount of bread, but no one buys it. Sooner or later, I become bankrupt and I have to close my bakery. Can I call this the same case? Do I really have to close my heart forever?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-2411441985981926775?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2411441985981926775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=2411441985981926775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/2411441985981926775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/2411441985981926775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-love-starts-to-become-waste.html' title='When Love Starts To Become A Waste...'/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-23884044269966763</id><published>2010-06-04T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T08:32:56.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I Didn't Know I Was Looking For Love&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was alone thinking I was just fine&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t looking for anyone to be mine&lt;br /&gt;I thought love was just a fabrication&lt;br /&gt;A train that wouldn’t stop at my station&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Home alone, that was my consignment&lt;br /&gt;Solitary confinement&lt;br /&gt;So when we met I was gettin around you&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know I was looking for love until I found you…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coz there you stood and I would&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wonder could I say how I felt and not be misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;A thousand stars came into my system&lt;br /&gt;I never knew how much I had missed them&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slap on the map of my heart you landed&lt;br /&gt;I was coy but you made me candid&lt;br /&gt;And now the planets circle around you&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know I was looking for love until I found you…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we build from here with love as the foundation&lt;br /&gt;In a world of tears won consolation&lt;br /&gt;And now you’re here there’s a full brass band&lt;br /&gt;Playin’ in me like a wonderland&lt;br /&gt;And if you left I would be two-foot small&lt;br /&gt;And every tear would be a waterfall&lt;br /&gt;Soundless, boundless I surround you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I didn’t know I was looking for love until I found you&lt;br /&gt;I just didn’t know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-23884044269966763?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/23884044269966763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=23884044269966763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/23884044269966763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/23884044269966763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-didnt-know-i-was-looking-for-love-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-8994927752614066076</id><published>2010-03-24T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:49:01.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Chrono Cross&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaaahhh this game. Fucking awesome. I don't care that you'll laugh at my face telling me that it's TOO late to play this game. Who cares?? At least I can taste the awesomeness MWAHAHHAHAHAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the system is not so bad. At first, I'm confused. RPG that doesn't have EXP points?? You gotta be kidding me. How am I suppose to gain levels -_-"&lt;br /&gt;But then, that's when I knew... That Chrono Cross is kindly enough to NOT make its player tired. You know sometimes people just abusing the level-up system like 'level grinding' by fighting the monster over and over again. That's what I usually do, though HAHA&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I level-grind is... I WANT 'EM MORE THAN DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrono Cross won't waste its player time to level-grind because their calculations of levels is just awesome, yes?? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I'm not exactly impressed by the idea and system. But I made a decision that I shouldn't judge too quickly. Read below post, if you're still confused.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm hooked. Looking forward when I can play again. I can't because that fucking exam is on Friday. Sheeessshh &amp;gt;:[ I never liked exam (but then again, who does??)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-8994927752614066076?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8994927752614066076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=8994927752614066076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/8994927752614066076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/8994927752614066076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2010/03/chrono-cross-yeaaaahhh-this-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-2635210163104793368</id><published>2010-03-21T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T03:33:18.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Free Times To Play Games&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when I didn't have time to play games anymore??? This is SO NOT right!! There are too many games I have yet to finish, let alone try. Psssshhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this may sound weird, but I want to try all RPG games. In every platform. Or, at least, I have to try the famous ones. HAHA gimme a break. Even a gamer freak somewhere out there could never try ALL games. But seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the time being, I guess I'll have to catch up with old RPGs in old platforms, because I don't have any money to buy a next-gen platforms. My parents won't even buy me one. I even play PSX games on emulator. So I stopped being a baby who asks some toys from their parents... Screw it. When I graduate, I'll find jobs eventually, get a lot of money and the first thing I'll buy is gaming platform WOOOYEAAAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why am I feeling lazy? Sheeesshh. I just want to sleep all day than to do something. I even skipped lunch just because I was lazy to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I knew, that when I'm feeling lazy JUST to play games, there's something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm lazy to play some games, I could be lazy to do all things!! Nooooooo ;A;&lt;br /&gt;I have to change this. Start from the game. Tonight, I'm gonna play Chrono Cross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-2635210163104793368?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2635210163104793368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=2635210163104793368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/2635210163104793368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/2635210163104793368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2010/03/free-times-to-play-games-since-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-4545308544796305221</id><published>2010-03-06T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T04:27:18.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Art of Giving Attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just don't get it. Sure, giving attention is one of the procedure of approaching someone, but come on. It's so corny. And it just doesn't make any sense anymore. &lt;br /&gt;"Have you ate yet?"&lt;br /&gt;"Have you did your prayer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I look like a grade schooler to you?? Huh?? What the fuck man. I'm 22. I totally know when to eat and when to do prayers, and to do other primary things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I doubt that people who say this to me really care about me having dinner or not. Somehow, it sounds like they just trying to make a conversation. Almost all people do this when they approach someone, the honesty level is too low. They do this as if it's the ritual of approaching... Don't they have a better way to give someone attention??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I say, "No, I haven't ate yet", they always answer, "Why? You'll get sick". You know, I HIGHLY doubt that NOT having dinner in 8 PM would get me sick. I always eat in 9-10 PM, because I have to wait for my father first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is inside the mind of these kind of people. Do they not realize that their 'attention target' is an adult? I honestly think that even middle schoolers know exactly when they have to do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Unless your target is a grade schooler, which I think it's a perfect way to approach them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I make such a fuss out of this. Maybe almost men I met always do this trick. Now I know why I don't have a boyfriend. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-4545308544796305221?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4545308544796305221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=4545308544796305221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/4545308544796305221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/4545308544796305221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2010/03/art-of-giving-attention-sometimes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-1006142193573488075</id><published>2010-01-22T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:31:15.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Fictional Character Look-a-like&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminiscing about my childhood yesterday (well, sort of...). I remember when I was around... 10? 11? Around that. I loved to watch MTV. All day, all time. I never watched anything else except MTV (that time, now I don't care about TV anymore...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was a techno group called &lt;i&gt;'Eiffel 65&lt;/i&gt;'. Haha LOL I thought they were French, but they were Italian. I just found out yesterday -_-" Btw why the heck did they named it 'Eiffel'?? Geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not actually a fan of techno music, but Eiffel 65 is pretty catchy :D&lt;br /&gt;I assume you know their biggest hit &lt;i&gt;'Blue Da Ba Dee'&lt;/i&gt;?? No? Ah it's okay. It's been a long time anyway. And they broke up in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to 'my reminiscence'. I watched their videos on YT, haha it's always fun to reminiscence. I started with their biggest hit video, Blue Da Ba Dee. Then I remember there was a hot member that I kinda like... But I didn't really remember. Was it the keyboardist?? Was it the DJ?? But it's obviously not the vocalist, though HAHA. Sorry no offense, I think the vocalist is quite cute actually, but I can't stand bald guys... T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the DJ. His name is Gabry Ponte. 1st impression (haha not actually the 1st, but meh): He looks like a game character. ...Or anime character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means he's hawt, yeah HAHA. And to tell you the truth, he's one in a million westerner that look like game character :D A lot of game character look-a-like are from Japanese, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't remember what game... Was it Tekken? Or was it Cardcaptor Sakura anime?? And what makes he looks like a game character? I think it's the eyebrows -_-" Now that I think about it, it's pretty strange LOL. But seriously. I think he looks a lot like a character that CLAMP (the old style, Cardcaptor Sakura era) would draw :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make him more look-a-like, he does martial arts :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s243.photobucket.com/albums/ff38/FouLu_4/?action=view&amp;amp;current=GabryPonte.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff38/FouLu_4/GabryPonte.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-1006142193573488075?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1006142193573488075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=1006142193573488075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/1006142193573488075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/1006142193573488075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2010/01/fictional-character-look-like-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-4716069638323099072</id><published>2010-01-20T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:45:45.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Smiling Long-Haired Glasses Guy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I played 'Hiiro no Kakera' DS and currently I'm reading 'Trinity Blood'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Which makes me think that... There's a similarity. &lt;i&gt;Smiling Long-Haired Glasses Guy&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah except Oomi Suguru in Hiiro no Kakera is not silly like Abel Nightroad in Trinity Blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaannddd!! Need I mention the other Smiling Long-Haired Glasses Guy (my, that was long)?? Okay, if you insist, then... Do you remember Kristoph Gavin??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... Long haired guys in reality can never be as hot as the fictional ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to state my opinions about Oomi Suguru and Abel Nightroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oomi Suguru&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First impression: He looks gentle. I used to like these type of character, but now... Mmm, how should I put this... Oomi Suguru is not my favorite character in Hiiro no Kakera. I like Yuiichi Komura better. But Oomi Suguru can be the 2nd one :D&lt;br /&gt;I mean, he's TOO gentleeeeee grrr a man should have some toughness, you know. Rrraaaahhh!! But I like the seiyuu. Daisuke Hirakawa &amp;lt;3 !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abel Nightroad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. This guy is irresistible. But he can be a turn-off to me if he puts a idiot face like in the anime (like in eps 1, he starts drooling like he never sees sugars -_-"). But I like him in the manga!! His clumsiness and silliness is adorable (somehow it's different from the anime). There are times that he makes us laugh, and other times he makes us go 'aaaawwww...', the other time he makes us 'kyun-kyun' and 'doki-doki'...&lt;br /&gt;And he's silver-haired. Wooooyeaaaaagghh like Sephiroth *squeeeeee*&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize that Trinity Blood is a SHOUJO manga?? LOL I didn't realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some traits in characters that always attract me.&lt;br /&gt;Blue-haired. Silver-haired. Always smiling. GLASSES (need I say more?). Silliness (sometimes, not all characters). Formal performance (be it a uniform, or a tuxedo, or just a plain suit...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa *squee*&lt;br /&gt;Now I know the reason why I don't have a boyfriend. It seems like I'm too into fictional guys *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-4716069638323099072?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4716069638323099072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=4716069638323099072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/4716069638323099072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/4716069638323099072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2010/01/smiling-long-haired-glasses-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-756225549308575871</id><published>2010-01-09T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T05:28:14.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Parameters To The Key of My Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened if you play too much TMGS. But I guess it makes sense. For instance, it's like this... Everyone is different about taste. Concerning love interests, too. Maybe you like sporty guys, but I don't. Maybe you like a guy who's in a band, but I don't. Get what I mean??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo if I were a chaseable girl in TMBS (Tokimeki Memorial Boys' Side), you should have parameter would be like this to get me:&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence: 150&lt;br /&gt;Fitness: 50&lt;br /&gt;Style: 50&lt;br /&gt;Arts: 100&lt;br /&gt;Social: 50&lt;br /&gt;Charm: 150&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes&lt;br /&gt;Elegant, then sporty (hates Sexy)&lt;br /&gt;Accessory: Watch, &lt;strike&gt;glasses&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain this a bit. Ahem. I like smart guys. It's even better if he has an artistic side, such as playing piano or drawing. And I like guys with good manners. I don't give much a damn for his style, fitness and social.&lt;br /&gt;For clothes, I like elegant the best. Ooooohh yessss. Elegant clothes + smart &lt;strike&gt;+ glasses&lt;/strike&gt; = SMEXY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to expose your body, showing off your sixpack and muscles just to be sexy. It's better if you have good manners and act gracefully &lt;strike&gt;like those English gentlemen&lt;/strike&gt; teehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-756225549308575871?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/756225549308575871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=756225549308575871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/756225549308575871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/756225549308575871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2010/01/parameters-to-key-of-my-heart-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-3736773550928978115</id><published>2010-01-05T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T02:23:51.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WRONG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;by Potret&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, you're still thinking that&lt;br /&gt;I always wait for you&lt;br /&gt;It's been 2 weeks since you came&lt;br /&gt;Because you were out with someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How pity I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;Because you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Until now, everytime you didn't come&lt;br /&gt;I was never at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been cheating on you too&lt;br /&gt;But you never know&lt;br /&gt;You think that you hurt me&lt;br /&gt;No, no, it's not you, honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How pity I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;Because you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Until now, everytime you didn't come&lt;br /&gt;I was never at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always say&lt;br /&gt;that I'm not as kind as you think I am&lt;br /&gt;I never wait for you&lt;br /&gt;I love you, but&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean that I'm not cheating on you&lt;br /&gt;Honey, you judge me so wrong&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah baby. My favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you out there, please don't waste your time with a guy that doesn't cherish you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-3736773550928978115?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3736773550928978115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=3736773550928978115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/3736773550928978115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/3736773550928978115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrong-by-potret-until-now-youre-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-8024420915757300412</id><published>2009-12-23T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:54:25.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The 'I-Don't-Care-About-You-Anymore' Songs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know songs that shouts "You've hurt me. I don't care about you anymore"??&lt;br /&gt;It's about 'getting even' with the guy. Not about revenge, but to prove that we're still perfectly okay without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always like these kind of songs, you know. It just shows what you call 'Girl Power'. Some girl just cries for days and weeks, mourning their jerkass boyfriend. Girl, don't you realize that he has hurt you? You gotta wake up, man. Open your eyes that he wasn't man enough for you. Sure, you love him. But that doesn't mean he can just go around as he pleases and hurting you. Falling in love doesn't mean that you have to be an idiot. Love is mutual feelings. You gave him love, and he should be giving you too. If not, why are you wasting your time with a guy like that?? There are 100000000000000000 guys out there who's kinder, sweeter, gentler, a thousand million times better than your jerkass boyfriend, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for you, jerkass boyfriends. After you realize that you hurt your kind girlfriends, stop bothering them!! Don't you have any face?? Man you already hurt them. You weren't man enough for them. They're WAY better off without you. Now have some face and pride, stop begging her to come back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this because there's a boy (yea, he's still a boy, if you know what I mean...), he was all like, explaining about his relationship with this girl. He said, "I didn't mean to tell her I love her. I was just joking around with different languages. But then she told me 'me too'. After that, everytime we meet, her behaviour towards me changed and she calls me everyday. I don't like her. I like you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh puh-leazeeee... What else is on?? But oh well. Let's just hear his speech out and see if I care. Just like Rihanna says, &lt;i&gt;"You look so dumb right now. Standing outside my house, trying to apologize... You're so ugly when you cry. Please, just cut it out..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you girls out there. Open. Your. Eyes. Life is still good without him, I promise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend you these:&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna - Take A Bow&lt;br /&gt;Potret - Salah&lt;br /&gt;Hepburn - I Quit&lt;br /&gt;Whitney Houston - It's Not Right, But It's Okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney Houston - I Learned From The Best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More coming up :) Probably I'll translate Potret - Salah into English.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-8024420915757300412?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8024420915757300412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=8024420915757300412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/8024420915757300412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/8024420915757300412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-care-about-you-anymore-songs-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-6989741206268909875</id><published>2009-12-22T00:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:36:23.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;2010: I'M A FULL TIME FANGIRL.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You read the title alright. Two things (or there might be more, we'll see...):&lt;br /&gt;1. Tokimeki Memorial Girl's Side: 3rd Story&lt;br /&gt;2. Gyakuten Kenji (English Version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaaaaaaaa YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I still don't know when the exact date TMGS 3 will be released (I thought it was on January 2010, but I suppose I was wrong), but still. I'm gonna berserk so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're back in Habataki Gakuen, eh? Hmm I wonder Himuro-sensei would be there as a cameo (well he should be!!). So far only 3 characters we know. The main char, the sporty and the brainy.&lt;br /&gt;The main char... Didn't really catch my eye (I never fall for main chars, though). The Sporty. Eh. Looks A LOT like Ichigo from Bleach.&lt;br /&gt;The Brainy?? Ahh-haaaaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s243.photobucket.com/albums/ff38/FouLu_4/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BsLogTMGSTamao-614x461.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff38/FouLu_4/BsLogTMGSTamao-614x461.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*don't ask me where I got this image. I googled it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megane + senpai + always smiling = MY TYPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I knew I loved him before I met him&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably would think that I'm such a pathetic girl, but I do NOT care.&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Not hating the real guys, I just haven't meet the right one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people couldn't live without love. They gotta have a boyfriend/girlfriend. They even go out with someone they don't even like. What's the point in having a relationship without the real feelings? Sometimes I don't get people (including my best friends), that's why love becomes such a 'cheap' thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends already got a boyfriend/girlfriend. Although a week ago, they said that they still don't want to have a relationship. They said they still love their ex-s. But now they even go out with someone who they said, "no, I don't like him". It's good to finally see them moving on again, but don't they seem a little bit pushy? It seems that they just want to have boyfriends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what people think, I don't even care that I'm single. I don't care how long it'll take... What I want is a relationship, not a mere boyfriend. I prefer to stay single than spending time with a guy I don't even care about. Sorry if that sounds different to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-6989741206268909875?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6989741206268909875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=6989741206268909875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/6989741206268909875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/6989741206268909875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010-im-full-time-fangirl.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-7894558426731767839</id><published>2009-12-16T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T09:44:48.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Said I Wasn't Interested In Love, But Then...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I never thought that I could be so satisfied,&lt;br /&gt;Everytime that I look in your angel eyes.&lt;br /&gt;A shock inside me that words just can’t describe,&lt;br /&gt;And there’s no explaining.&lt;br /&gt;There’s something in the way you move, I can’t deny,&lt;br /&gt;Every word from your lips is a lullaby..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Pop Goes My Heart - Hugh Grant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLLLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;This is what I called IRONY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;I remember I said this to my parents when they asked me to come to a wedding party, "I'm not interested. Forget it". The thing was, my parents wants me to dress up and show up in the wedding party, to see if anyone's interested in me. Pfft. Yeahhhhh I'd rather stay in my room, playing FF VII (which I did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;It happened around 2 weeks ago. I remember EXACTLY why I said, "No". Because... I really wasn't interested. I just had my heart broken and booohooooo I don't want to get involved in guys. YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;I have games and college to think to, I don't want to love. Love just messed up my whole world. And why the hell does my mother get all worked up, ordering me to find search for a boyfriend?? When I was in Junior High School and High School, my mother was angry with me when I talked about guys. Now what?? Sheeessshh I don't get my mother sometimes. Shouldn't she be happy that her daughter is still by her side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Just 2 days agoooo... I started playing Tokimeki Memorial Girl's Side again. Yes, the 1st one and the 2nd one. Just to reminiscence. Hmm... Why did I start playing again? Ahhh. This. Toshiyuki Morikawa is Wakaouji-sensei's seiyuu. Still don't get it? Toshiyuki Morikawa?? Doesn't it ring any bell to you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estuans interius, ira vehementi... Estuans interius, ira vehementi... Sephiroth!! Sephiroth!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Yes. Sephiroth is Wakaouji-sensei. LOL. I'm shocked also. Because his voice sounds so menacing as Sephiroth, but it's much lighter and gentle when he voiced Wakaouji. Sweeeeeeett. Still don't get it?? Just so you know, I LOVE Sephiroth. No need to ask why. Because he's just so goddamn sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Hearing Toshiyuki Morikawa's voice as Wakaouji, it's like hearing a lullaby from Sephiroth *yeah I know I'm exaggerating, but still*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;So I played TMGS again, just to hear Toshiyuki's sweet voice as Wakaouji. Suddenly I remembered Himuro Reiichi from TMGS 1st Love. Ahhh it's been so long I didn't hear his sexy voice. I played it back again from the start. I miss being greeted by Himuro-sensei at the beginning of the game &amp;lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;How sexy. From EVERY aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s243.photobucket.com/albums/ff38/FouLu_4/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sensei-sama.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff38/FouLu_4/sensei-sama.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://s243.photobucket.com/albums/ff38/FouLu_4/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sens.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff38/FouLu_4/sens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;*sorry for the 1st picture (I got it from otome_hime@LJ. Credit goes to her). I know that's so suggestive you'd want to bang him right here. Right now*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;He makes me want to love again. I think I'm the happiest person in the world when I can have someone like him by my side. I shared this with my father and then he said, "You're one to talk. Geez, you have high standart. There ain't no person like that in the world. Forget it". Then, he continued, "a girl like you is not the one to choose.". Man, don't I have a REALLY supportive family or what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Then I shared this with my friends too. She was all like, "MY GAWD. ANOTHER FICTIONAL CHARACTER??". Yeah I'm just so pathetic like that. But she told me that I could fin guys like that in the Bank. She was sending her resumes to several Banks, she said that the workers are just so pretty and handsome. Yeah well that makes sense. But that doesn't make sense if I had to hang out and flirt in the Banks!! Geeeezzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Anywaaaaayyy he makes me wonder when can I finally find my true love. *have this sudden urge to puke*. &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;;; Maaannn this is so NOT me. Me thinking about true love? Yeah. Pfft. Riiiiiggghhhtt. Even the thoughts in my head are all laughing at me. And then I suddenly wanted to hear Mulan Jameela's "Makhluk Tuhan Paling Sexy". That's when I know that there's DEFINITELY wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;I want to start drawing again. It has gotten worse T^T I can draw faces quite well. But the anatomy... FAIL. I guess I have to "STOP BEING A BABY. GRAB A PENCIL AND PAPER. START PRACTICING."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Himuro-sensei, you gave me a new hope&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt; &lt;/strike&gt;*gasp* I did NOT just say that. *puke*&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/386868535608405232-7894558426731767839?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7894558426731767839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=7894558426731767839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/7894558426731767839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/7894558426731767839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-said-i-wasnt-interested-in-love-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-1425595544245070064</id><published>2009-12-14T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T09:01:28.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Vincent Valentine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of Final Fantasy VII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, people. I'm gonna fangirling again. Why, you ask?? Because I'm a fangirl. It's simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent Valentine... is not really my favorite character, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;inner thoughts: Then why the hell did you write this post, woman??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill, dude. Dark, tall, emo, never-forget-his-past, constantly blames himself, cool, and blahblahblahblah *insert all Vincent-y here*... NOT my type.&lt;br /&gt;P.S: But I do NOT hate him!! *afraid that some rabid Vincent's fangirls are all after me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think that he is a great character with an 'awesome' past (I'd seriously baaaaawwww ;_;). Who designed his character?? I'd glomp him so hard (yea, it's gotta be a HE). From personality (not my type, though. But Vincent surely got himself quite a... umm.. big fanbase), looks, story, and CLOTHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent's clothes. It suits him so perfectly. I've never seen a game/anime character who wears red so perfectly. He makes ordinary black and red so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*suddenly wants to draw/write about Vincent's clothes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Red. Red is my favorite color. It suits your skin perfectly"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gyakuten Saiban doujinshi-&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-1425595544245070064?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1425595544245070064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=1425595544245070064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/1425595544245070064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/1425595544245070064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/12/vincent-valentine-of-final-fantasy-vii.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-4949572658573371103</id><published>2009-12-11T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T06:58:12.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Final Fantasy IV on DS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like IV better than III. The III was... Meh. III is just too hard, you know!! WTF I have to fight Bahamut in a quite early game (after I get to change jobs)!! THAT THING HITS 600++ WITH A SINGLE ATTACK DAMMIT. And my chars' HP are just.. Around 300++!! Seriously, how long do I have to level up?? It's gonna take forever... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in IV... It's SO much better. But the one thing that annoys me is the chars' wardrobe. And the speed at ATB -_-" SO ZETTA SLOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the story gets pretty much interesting. So I tried to take a peek at FF forum, just to see what's everyone's opinion. They said IV on DS is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?? Really?? I don't really have any problem??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm back from two hours ago after I typed things above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take back my words. I got no choice but DIE because suddenly I ran into a snake-like thing, I couldn't slay it and I DIED. Son of a bioooooooootttcccchhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm... Cid Highwind really gaves me a bad influence, doesn't he? Tee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-4949572658573371103?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4949572658573371103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=4949572658573371103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/4949572658573371103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/4949572658573371103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/12/final-fantasy-iv-on-ds-i-like-iv-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-2360047652931366825</id><published>2009-12-06T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T03:53:03.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I Wonder Why...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Yaoi makes me giggle??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I think I have this 'instinct' ever since I was in a high school. But seriously, when I was in high school, I never read or watch anything that has to do with boy-lovin' -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I just... Have this instinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to say, "Ew, that's so gross!!", "They're not supposed to be like that!!", "You're sick", "I want to puke". And someone DID say that that I was horny, reading that kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCUSE ME?? WTF?? That's when I ended up yelling in class. Stupid jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell wouldn't feel offended if someone actually said that in front of your face?? And to top it off, we don't even know each other! I mean, sure we're in the same college and I know his name, but we NEVER talk!! Geez some people can be really rude. Next time he talks something like that again, I'll smack his face from wall to wall. Bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And FYI, I'm not into smut stuff, you know. I think they're kinda boring. Because it doesn't have any 'real' story!! It just goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;Boy A: "Hey"&lt;br /&gt;Boy B: "Hey"&lt;br /&gt;and the next thing I know they're having secks. LOL what did I wrote? SECKS?? XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like fluff stuff. Ones that would rotten your teeth out of its sweetness. Mmmm... Ahaaaaa.. This type of boy-lovin' always makes me giggle. Not the smut ones &amp;gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I was so angry when he (yes, he's a HE) said that. He doesn't even know what yaoi is. He doesn't even know the difference between yaoi, shounen-ai, smut, or fluff. He. Doesn't. Even. Have. A. Single. Clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO JUST SHADDAP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Why did I suddenly end up ranting? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Sooooo I wanna introduceeeee my new favorite pairing!! Yaaaaaaayyy!!&lt;br /&gt;Now count to three!!&lt;br /&gt;1...&lt;br /&gt;2...&lt;br /&gt;3...&lt;br /&gt;It's...&lt;br /&gt;VALENWIND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wha? What's Valenwind? It's a term for 'Valentine and Highwind' a.k.a Vincent and Cid from Final Fantasy VII teeeheeeeeeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I like this pairing? Hmm... Let's see. Because they're completely different as each other. Btw I like Yuffentine (Yuffie x Vincent) too, with the same reason :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-2360047652931366825?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2360047652931366825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=2360047652931366825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/2360047652931366825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/2360047652931366825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wonder-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-8201073850308440273</id><published>2009-09-16T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:38:03.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M SWOONING. OOOOOHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I watched 'Love Actually' last night. Nice movie, I'd say. But no, I'm not going to give a review in here (and what do you expect? That movie was 6 years ago -_-").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm going to write is... ALAN RICKMAN, THE HOT GRANDPA. Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I kinda don't want to call him 'grandpa'... Because it's weird!! Me liking a grandpa? Oh please. I liked a boy who's 4 years younger than me and the next thing I know... BAM!! I like man who is even older than my Pops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know... It's a guy-girl thing. It's normal. Eventhough he's old, he's still a man!! Eventhough I'm like this, I'm still a woman!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he's old and all that... His hair is white and his wrinkle is everywhere... But awh. He still has his 'handsome'ness on his face. But that's not what makes me like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His voice. Oh my Gaaaaaawwdd why didn't I notice it before? I watched Harry Potter 8 years ago yet I notice it now?? I never hate Severus Snape. In fact, just recently (around 3 months ago), I realized that he is a great character and he became my favorite character in HP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when he talks... Really. *swoon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sh... Should I download his every saying and put it in my iPod?? *grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-8201073850308440273?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8201073850308440273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=8201073850308440273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/8201073850308440273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/8201073850308440273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-swooning.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-8789074302079554784</id><published>2009-08-15T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T09:55:39.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;OH MY LIFE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?? Why it feels so miserable??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough this is a holiday, I have to study because the carbon-chain grade...&lt;br /&gt;I want to play games but suddenly the emulator didn't work...&lt;br /&gt;There's actually someone's liking me and I'm starting to like him too, but we can't meet. Nor talk. And I don't even remember his face&lt;br /&gt;Next week I'll be going to Medan again and I kinda don't want to see my sister yet but I want to go to Medan!!&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WANT TO SLEEP SO THAT I COULD FORGET ALL THIS BUT I CAN'T GRR FEELING GUILTY I'M NOT STUDYING&lt;br /&gt;AND WHEN I'M TYPING THIS WHY DOES THE BOLD CHARACTERS KEEP POPPING OUT GRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything makes me depressed!! Well, not exactly 'depressed' like I was in 4th semester... I'm just feeling... DUH. I mean, it's like... There's a great opportunity out there and I sit here, hesitating &amp;gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, people seriously. I'm gonna rant tonight yes Imma rant so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm on my holiday. Why do I have to study grr this is SO against the rules. No one's allowed to study in holiday!!&lt;br /&gt;2. I have the emulator, I have the somewhat the-configuration-tools-and-utility-blahblahblahidon'tunderstand, but suddenly it didn't work!! &amp;gt;:[ Breath of Fire III I played several weeks ago was starting to get interesting!!&lt;br /&gt;3. He likes me. And I like him. Why can't we meet? Why can't we talk? Why can't we go out together? Why can't I remember his face grrr WHY CAN'T I EVEN HAVE HIS PICTURE &amp;gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;4. I have my own home in Medan yet I don't feel like spending much time there. Nuts sister ruining my life. 6 years, I tell ya. 6 YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ooohh grrr I should've study. This is a great opportunity to change my grades!!&lt;br /&gt;6. Oh no the bold characters' gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw fuck this I don't want to think about all this. I don't want to think about my shitty life that brought my grades go down (thanks jerk classmates), I don't want to think evil sister that ruined my life, I don't want to think about him because he's making me lonely, I don't want to think about the emulator because it doesn't work, I don't want to think about Medan... I think I'll just have to concentrate on my study. On holiday oooohhh grumblegrumbleajda;ldjas;ljdals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to lead a normal, simple and happy life. I just want to think that... "so what if my sister doesn't like me the way I am? I don't like her the way she is either!!", "so what if I can't put make-ups on, I still can look decent and sweet", "so what if we can't meet or talk? That doesn't mean that I can't be happy without him duh get a grip", "so what if the emulator doesn't work I still have my NDS", "so what if my grades are bad all I have to do now is changing it"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a simple thinking like that... Enough all this.&lt;br /&gt;*put Pink - So What on iTunes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Don't. Want. To. Think. About. It.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-8789074302079554784?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8789074302079554784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=8789074302079554784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/8789074302079554784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/8789074302079554784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-4135339661793215039</id><published>2009-08-12T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T04:08:15.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HE'S DRIVING ME CRAZEH!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Never know that it'd end up this way T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ridiculous. How could, in front of my own best friend, I got shy?? Just because she's his sister, but she's still my best friend, for crying out loud!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, when I wanted to ask her if he had girlfriends before... I hesitated. What the hell did I hesitate for??? In the end, I asked her. But I still felt like an idiot -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet him, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD I WANT TO MEET HIIIIIIMMMM!!&lt;br /&gt;But I can't... I have some problems with my sister and that makes me reluctant to go back home... Then again, by the time I can finally go back home, it's already fasting days... It's just not interesting and appropriate to hang out in fasting days!! T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God... it's up to you. I give my all to you. It's not the way I plan, it's yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-4135339661793215039?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4135339661793215039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=4135339661793215039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/4135339661793215039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/4135339661793215039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/08/hes-driving-me-crazeh-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-4284029730352282857</id><published>2009-08-11T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:26:31.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sound Horizon - Elysion "Tragical Abnormal Love Stories"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so impressed by this album. With the band too. Where else you can find a band with songs that creates stories?? And the lyrics too. It's like reading a novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love 'Elysion' album the most. The others are good too. But Elysion is unique. It's about love stories, but it's abnormal and tragic. Only sick people would understand these things MWAHAHAHAHHA. *wait. I shouldn't be laughing about that...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. 'Baroque' is about lesbian, 'Ark' is about brother-complex, 'Yield' is about father-complex.. And they all end up killing the ones they love. Basically, it's all about unrequited love. It's sad, actually...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-4284029730352282857?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4284029730352282857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=4284029730352282857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/4284029730352282857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/4284029730352282857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/08/sound-horizon-elysion-tragical-abnormal.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-2968975997152006585</id><published>2009-08-09T21:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:42:10.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Please, God...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;God... Is this feeling based only by my loneliness? Am I so desperate? Am I a fool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God... Is it so wrong to ask to be loved by somebody? Is it wrong to ask for a happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even this feeling is mine, only mine. I'm not sure about it. I don't want to have this feeling just because I'm lonely. I want it for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all things that I planned go smoothly. But please, God... Let me meet that person. I'm not sure if this is a lonely feeling or not... But I'm really looking forward for us to hang out together... I want to know him better. Not from his sister. From himself. From my own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God... I always believe in you. Good events or not, I'll always believe in you. I always believe that you love me, although you give me bad fortune. I always believe in you, so I pray to you... I'm asking you... Please let us meet once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God... I don't even remember his face because he seems to look away from me. Will you let me meet him once again, so I can recall his face... So that we have our own memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that only in you that I can pray. Only you that can make it happen. So please, God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Fujita Maiko - Aitai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-2968975997152006585?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2968975997152006585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=2968975997152006585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/2968975997152006585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/2968975997152006585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/08/please-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-5855305220861269878</id><published>2009-08-05T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:04:31.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;OH. MY. GAWD.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Shinee - Noona You're So Pretty, I'm smiling widely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. The thing is... I'm flattered, 'kay? My friend's little brother is -so she said- in love with me. What the hell!!?? It makes me want to laugh... But at the same time, I'm quite happy and flattered tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend said that her brother said that I was such a sweet girl, yet cool and he fell in love with me at the first sight. She said that his brother wondered why I don't have boyfriend. She even said that he kept dreaming about me. Was that a joke or what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I'm happy with this, I can't have a relationship with him. What, are you kidding me?? He's 4 years younger than me!! He's only a high school student!!&lt;br /&gt;*oh wait I suddenly remember 'Seifuku Jama wo Suru'*&lt;br /&gt;*play it on iTunes*&lt;br /&gt;*...wait. This is not what we're supposed to talk*.&lt;br /&gt;We can't possibly make it forever, right? I told my friend that I'd love to go out with him for only a month (for this holiday only). She said, "Hey!! That's my little brother, you JERK!!". -_-" As I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, he's my friend's little brother. Okay let me explain a bit. My friend has 4 siblings. The 2nd one is my friend too. 3rd one is a guy (and is a pilot now), the 4th one is him, and the 5th one is a cute little girl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what that means?? HE'S MY 2 BEST FRIENDS' BROTHER, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!! That's too much. I mean... What if something happened and I have to defend myself from my 2 best friends?? NO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend once said, "Don't worry, he won't desert you". Oh okay... What if... What IF I'm the jerk?? Now you see how complicated it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't you think it's kinda fun to go out with a guy who's 4 years younger than me... A guy who just laughs nervously and smiles shyly in front of me?? And to top it off... I want a boyfriend this holidayyyyy ;____;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tempted... Somebody please stop me or I'll lose my 2 best friends T^T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-5855305220861269878?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5855305220861269878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=5855305220861269878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/5855305220861269878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/5855305220861269878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-2063627531314346185</id><published>2009-08-01T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:09:57.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"I Love Hot Teachers" statement is approved!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayum. I like another teacher again.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;He never teaches my class, but he teaches me... -ehm, well... Us- outside the campus. He's quite young. I think he graduated only this year. We're only 4 years younger than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wears glasses and he has a sweet smile. Unfortunately, he's a bit... Short -_-" (IF NOT TOO SHORT!!). As for his personality, I think he's too kind. You can somewhat tell it from his face. He teaches people for free. He's not really strict, there were times that I got the feeling he couldn't make up his mind. But don't get me wrong, he's smart, you know (duh, it's obvious that teachers are smart!! -_-"). He's a bit religious (I think?)... So I don't want to approach him any further...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Indeed, people say, "Find a new love if you want to forget the old one". That is SO true. It helps, really. Pfft yeah. I talked like he's mine, duh -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's going to be another unrequited love because... You know. Meh. He's religious, and I'm... He's smart and I'm... He's short and I'm... Taller than him tee heeeeeeee &amp;lt;&amp;lt; Okay, this one, I'm joking.&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is... We're different. He's that and I'm this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he's popular among girls. Eventhough he's a shortie, but he's handsome, smart, kind, religious, gentle (I think??)... All you can ask for a partner. He's absolutely a boyfriend material. Or even... Husband?? Teeee heeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The competition (to get him?? What do you think he is? A prize??) is too high. I can't compete (and I kinda don't want to). But it's okay for me to make him as an eye candy... Hmmmm sweeeeeeeeett *evil smirk*&lt;br /&gt;And his glasses?? NICE. *grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-2063627531314346185?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2063627531314346185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=2063627531314346185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/2063627531314346185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/2063627531314346185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-hot-teachers-statement-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-1261579760820242636</id><published>2009-07-28T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:57:16.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Who's The Crazy Guy??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...That plays game when the exam is near?? You know who it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Gawd why games are so tempting!! Especially when exam is in front of my eyes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing that my Emergency and Traumatology score are all B. YAAAAAAAAYYY!! *kinda don't believe it, though. Remembering I was such a slacker* -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thank You, God :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About half hour more I'm going to study with my friends... I'm so sleepyyy ;_;&lt;br /&gt;GUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy... But I want to play game!! Oh my. This is starting to become like a dilemma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-1261579760820242636?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1261579760820242636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=1261579760820242636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/1261579760820242636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/1261579760820242636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/07/whos-crazy-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-9168498630222621465</id><published>2009-07-18T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T12:20:59.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Damn Misread Signals&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a girlfriend".&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when a guy you like suddenly say this right to your face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll feel disappointed, I bet. Because that's another way to say, "I'm not interested in you".&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. THE PAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be cheered up by that guy when you said you felt disappointed. OH THE IRONY.&lt;br /&gt;I mean... That guy. He made you disappointed. And you were cheered by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually quite funny. Really, I'm dead serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-9168498630222621465?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/9168498630222621465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=9168498630222621465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/9168498630222621465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/9168498630222621465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/07/damn-misread-signals-i-have-girlfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-7616304337370915731</id><published>2009-07-10T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:34:21.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I noticed... My true feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA. YEAH. PFFT RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;And I also noticed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That romance is NOT a thing for me. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... Come on, who am I kidding? You expect a lazy and unattractive girl like me to have a romantic story just like in the comics and novels?? No!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't suit me. I'm not suited to a condition that makes my heart goes doki-doki, or fidgeting all the time... And any other stuff that girls do when they fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pathetic, yes. But I'm just trying to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is the thing that suited me, you ask?? IDK... Games??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-7616304337370915731?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7616304337370915731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=7616304337370915731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/7616304337370915731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/7616304337370915731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-last-i-noticed.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-6685042420437603496</id><published>2009-07-08T01:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T02:10:52.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHOTACOOOOOOOOOONNNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very stressed around... 15 minutes ago. NOW I'M HYPER AGAIN FFFF YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something disappointed me. I was about to cry but when I heard 'Tomorrow' song, I became happy again. Yeah, that 'Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you...' song. That song makes me think that even if I'm sad, I have to keep smiling. Ha yeah that's pretty simple. That's a child's song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember there was a child idol in my country. They're called AFI Junior. I don't really like the adult version. I think the kids sing better.&lt;br /&gt;So I remember one of them ever sang 'Tomorrow' song. I googled it, and there he is... "Ari" is his name. I remember he had such a cute voice. That song is my favorite song in the whole AFI Junior album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But shoot... I didn't find the 'Tomorrow' that sang by him T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked some random blog and... I found his photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSDHALJSDNHALKSHDKALSHDLASHD&lt;br /&gt;WHUT. *NOSEBLEED*&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO CUTEEEEEE GIVEEE UPPPPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s243.photobucket.com/albums/ff38/FouLu_4/?action=view&amp;amp;current=huahahahashotakon.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff38/FouLu_4/huahahahashotakon.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I was like... Totally forgot all the bad things that I thought about the 15 minutes earlier!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hair looks a lot like my classmate (who is, btw, younger than me tee heeeee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I... Uh, don't like him THAT way. But everytime I see him is just like... AWWWW SO CUTE ALJKDSHALKSHDLAKAHDALSKD&lt;br /&gt;And he acts so mature too, you know. He calms me when I tried to stitch, so that my stitch would look neat. That's like... OMG A REALLY OBEDIENT CHILD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, he has this boyish smile that makes him looks even younger, a tall and slim body, a short cute boyish hair... He tends to get panic when it's about college matter, he studies a lot, but sometimes it seems he acts like he's all right, but it's okay since he's so cute and he's like the little brother in the class, he has a friend (ah well, he's actually my friend too) in the class, they seem so close, they went together to the beach just like a date and they often make eye contact and smile to each other a lot OH MY ASDLHAKLJSDHALKSHDLKAHSDLHALSD THIS IS SO MOE *MAJOR NOSEBLEED*&lt;br /&gt;You know that I can't resist cute boys and yaoi!! :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T I SOUND DANGEROUS HURR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME TO SHIONEE-CHAN MUHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-6685042420437603496?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6685042420437603496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=6685042420437603496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/6685042420437603496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/6685042420437603496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/07/shotacoooooooooonnnn-i-was-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-2759580411097887229</id><published>2009-05-16T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:25:38.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random People in My FB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fffff some random people added me in FB. I don't even know who they are!! At this rate, FB doesn't have any difference with FS &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My purpose that I active in FB is to get in touch with some old friends. Not searching for some random guy to hook up. They added me in FB, added me in YM... And when we chatted, we talked nothing more than, "where are you from? You're in college? What major?". Pffftttt CAN WE TALK SOMETHING MORE INTERESTING PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;And some guys I chatted with, asked the same questions twice. "Where are you from?". FOR GOD'S SAKE I TOLD YOU I'M FROM MEDAN DAMMIT. This is the prove that they didn't respect the conversation. So how am I supposed to prolong the conversation with people like this?? &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just me who being too... Terse. Well you see, I'M NOT THE NICEST PERSON IN THE WORLD. BEAT THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-2759580411097887229?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2759580411097887229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=2759580411097887229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/2759580411097887229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/2759580411097887229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-people-in-my-fb-my-purpose-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-1159596360758971222</id><published>2009-05-15T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:03:49.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fluuuuuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I caught a cold. Or what is it?? Common cold? Influenza? Avian Influenza? Or... Swine Flu?? *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know where I got it from. I can't sleep peacefully because of this fffking stuffy nose. Yeah, mainly because of that. I don't think my fever is that high. Instead, I don't feel I have a fever. I do feel the chill, though. Wait... Is it any difference??&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS STARTING TO GET CONFUSING!!! &gt;:[ &lt;&lt; says the medical student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of any difference between Influenza, common cold, Avian Flu or Swine Flu!! I woke up in 3.20 AM to check whether I got swine flu (*gasp* OH GOD AM I GOING TO DIE). They say the symptoms are fever, sore throat, stuffy nose, coughing, fatigue, headache, etc... Your ass. Those are the symptom of common cold and flu you reference bastaaaaaaaaarrddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna throw this noseeeee please get me out of this misery T^T And on Tuesday I'd be going with my classmates for recreation ;_________; WHY GOD?? WHYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw fuck this I'll skip on class today &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-1159596360758971222?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1159596360758971222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=1159596360758971222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/1159596360758971222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/1159596360758971222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/05/fluuuuuuuuu.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-6846129803591735443</id><published>2009-05-13T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:30:33.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Team A 5th Stage song - 恋愛禁止条例&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Another AKB48 post. This blog might as well turn into another AKB48 fanblog -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read other blogs about AKB48 and apparently, they didn't like 恋愛禁止条例 so much. They said it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was okay, all right. But to me, as 'ordinary' or 'okay' as it sounds, I can't stop listening to it. The lyrics... Hmm, not too good, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It must be the melody&lt;/span&gt; fuck yeah. I really like the song's tune, and the trio's voices. I searched for the video of them performing, but I didn't found it ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I found the video of them performing 恋愛禁止条例 in AX100 (I think? I don't watch too many videos of them...).&lt;br /&gt;My impression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takamina, as always, have excellent voice.&lt;br /&gt;Miho... I didn't know Miho is that popular among fans &gt;_&gt;;; When she started singing, all fans shouted so hard that their lungs would popped out. Funny that they didn't shout so much when Takamina and Miichan sang. I kinda like Miho's voice &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;Miichan. Oh Miichan. My favorite member from team A. I always like her dancing. It's like... She dances with her body, you know. Eh wait that sounds weird because how can we dance without the body!! &gt;_&gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;What I really mean is... Her body is moving freely. Like it's... Too natural. It's like she talks when she dances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it's me... My heart wants to dance but I don't know why my bones and muscles don't agree with it -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-6846129803591735443?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6846129803591735443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=6846129803591735443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/6846129803591735443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/6846129803591735443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/05/team-5th-stage-song-another-akb48-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-6341983587522840831</id><published>2009-04-29T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:50:22.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AKB48 Team K 5th Stage Saka Agari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooohhh AKB48. Why are you so awesome. I can't stop listening to you, seriously. THIS. This has to be questioned.&lt;br /&gt;"Why the hell H!P girls are more famous than AKB48?"&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY, REALLY DON'T UNDERSTAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a biased thoughts, I really mean it. I like Super Junior, but I don't approve their quality. They're inferior to DBSK and 2 AM. *except for Super Junior K.R.Y, that is*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate H!P. You know rabid fans are always crazy about their fandom and bashing other people's fandom. I'm not a RABID fans of AKB48. I just... Don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While AKB48 may sound like a school choir, but their voices are synchronize with each other. The songs are catchy and easy listening. And... LYRICS. All hail Aki-P. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... Keibetsu Shiteita Aijou? *and the B side single song too, Namidauri no Shoujo*, Hitei no Requiem? End Roll? Darui Kanji? Kuroi Tenshi? Temodemo no Namida? Sakurairo no Sora no Shita de? Ahh too many to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching for a translation of K 5th Stage songs' translation and I ended up finding it in a forum. I read their discussion and one of them said something like... "AKB48 lyrics are deep. Meanwhile, Tsunku's wrote H!P lyrics like mad-libs". Oh yes. This speaks the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I think about AKB48's awesomeness, I always wonder what's so good about H!P. Give me a reason, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough ranting, otherwise maybe some H!P fans who stumble upon this blog... They chase me to death -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;End Roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rhythm flows out from the broken jukebox&lt;br /&gt;He liked this&lt;br /&gt;old salsa from Cuba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;The lingering scent of someone's cigar is sweet&lt;br /&gt;Even though the smoke has already disappeared,&lt;br /&gt;it's still there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The pale moon falls from the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and dyes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a sad color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Without even a hint of a goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I waited at a bar in the slums,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and I know that no one will come, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't be anywhere but here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;While mixing up the flow of time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the ceiling fan slowly revolves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and tries to make me forget my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The end of our love was one-sided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You disappeared suddenly one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Yeah! With this pitiful&lt;br /&gt;No! No! ending, it's the&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Yeah! end roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Melted ice sits in a sweaty glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;with a mint leaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't drink my memories away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;On the counter there are long matches and lies&lt;br /&gt;The flame is still burning&lt;br /&gt;in a corner of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby!&lt;br /&gt;The disappearing evening taps my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;and I'm at a loss&lt;br /&gt;I crossed my arms&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted some warmth...&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that the door would suddenly&lt;br /&gt;open, and that someone would&lt;br /&gt;sit next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too soon to go home&lt;br /&gt;I can't find the next coin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't enjoy my life anymore, and I'm left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;in the middle of loneliness and silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I know how to give up, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't forget my long-lost love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Yeah! It's too painful&lt;br /&gt;No! No! It can't end&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Yeah! It's the end roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The pale moon falls from the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and dyes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a sad color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Without even a hint of a goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I waited at a bar in the slums,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and I know that no one will come, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't be anywhere but here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;While mixing up the flow of time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the ceiling fan slowly revolves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and tries to make me forget my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The end of our love was one-sided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You disappeared suddenly one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Yeah! With this pitiful&lt;br /&gt;No! No! ending, it's the&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Yeah! end roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*credit to: &lt;a href="http://forum.nihongogo.com/index.php?s=530388c05e4247ffe7868d92b1476db8&amp;amp;showtopic=1844&amp;amp;st=0&amp;amp;p=50119&amp;amp;#entry50119"&gt;This link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-6341983587522840831?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6341983587522840831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=6341983587522840831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/6341983587522840831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/6341983587522840831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/04/akb48-team-k-5th-stage-saka-agari.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-8682094332980696473</id><published>2009-04-26T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T02:29:56.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damn Facebook Applications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was taking a look at my friend's facebook profile. Then I stumbled upon an application like this on his down left corner of his profile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s243.photobucket.com/albums/ff38/FouLu_4/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tem2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff38/FouLu_4/tem2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...FFFFFFFFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he's cute and I've told him a million times about it, but I NEVER SENT SOMETHING SO EMBARRASSING LIKE THAT. And what's 'may I know you better' for?? WE'RE LIKE... IDK, BFF??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who created that application?? &gt;:[ Sheeeeeeeessshhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-8682094332980696473?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8682094332980696473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=8682094332980696473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/8682094332980696473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/8682094332980696473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-facebook-applications-i-was-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-6481285812305516847</id><published>2009-04-17T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T01:08:15.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harukaze Chorus Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;去年君くれた&lt;br /&gt;リュックのポケットに&lt;br /&gt;「がんばれ」って書いた手紙&lt;br /&gt;今季節が変わる&lt;br /&gt;新しい風よ吹け&lt;br /&gt;この声届けもう一度君の元へ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this part of the song. I like the melody and I think Ryuuta Yamamura (the vocalist) put a lot of feelings singing it. And it makes me sounds good when I sing it tee heeeeee~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-6481285812305516847?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6481285812305516847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=6481285812305516847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/6481285812305516847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/6481285812305516847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/04/harukaze-chorus-bridge-i-really-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-4891214313834139913</id><published>2009-04-16T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:07:50.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby Got Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sssshhhhhh****tttt... -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Today he came to our class with grumpy face. Yes. That Mr. Grumpy. To tell you the truth, I never really see him smiling. It's just a small smile or smirk. I guess he was in the bad mood (isn't he always??), he talked about our late friends and our bad behaviour. After he finished grumbling, he started the lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before that, we had test. It was not so hard, though. But I don't know why the things I already learned the night before, suddenly disappeared. I saw my friend beside me opening the book when he was out. I thought I could open the book too. But when I opened the book... My hand trembled!! I was SO scared he would find out that I was cheating!! T^T&lt;br /&gt;You know, I've never been like this before. I mean, I always take a good chance to cheat if there's a chance. But this time... T^T&lt;br /&gt;So in the end even I opened the book, I closed it again, and I didn't see a thing... T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he started the lessons. God why was it so hard to concentrate??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started to explain how to do intramuscular injection. He said that you could do it on the arms, on the thighs, and on the... BUTT. AND HE EVEN TOUCHED HIS BUTT. Oh God why did he have to do that in front of his pupils!!! Especially in front of me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it doesn't mean a thing. It's just that I was being a little bit perverted because the of  mental image of Edgey's dancing scene in Phoenix Wright Musical by Takarazuka. Actually, the dancing scene doesn't contain 'butt shaking' at all. It's just... Ok I'm a pervert okay!! I read too much P x E or K x A yaoi and smut fanfics!! &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;Want it or not, 'Baby Got Back' and 'What What In The Butt' popped in my mind!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Takarazuka Troupe, the rest of the class time, I kept thinking him wearing Edgey's suits, and him dancing the dancing scene &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's sexy, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-4891214313834139913?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4891214313834139913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=4891214313834139913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/4891214313834139913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/4891214313834139913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-got-back-its-sexy-though.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-4012563571783722113</id><published>2009-04-08T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:49:20.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's this guy. When I last went to my hometown, I met him. Well yeah my sister made him took me to bus station. We didn't talk, and I barely could see him because I was shy and it was dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was another guy, but when I went into his car, I was like... "OMG... Check this thing out. BBBBZZZZNNGGGGHH!!". But you know, meh. I only sit there, staring out the window, trying to be cool *but failed, meh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sometimes I think about him. His smile looks like Hankyung from Super Junior. Geez. You read what I wrote?? HANKYUNG, BB!! I think I'm hot for him. Yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now my sister went out and left her FB account logged in. CHANCE DA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE'S A YEAR YOUNGER THAN I AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God. My face. Priceless. If only blogger has tegaki board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make it worse... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE WAS MY KOUHAI IN JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I didn't notice him!!??&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait... I was in Junior High School and never really care about hawt guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that I called him 'bang' when I said 'Thank you for the ride'... God... OH GOOOOOODDD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he laughed at me and said to himself, "WTF I'm a year younger than you are!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this 'ill-feel' thingy going around in my heart when I knew he is younger than me. I know some of you might be saying, "only a year. Not a big deal". It is NOT a big deal. Age doesn't matter. I liked some guys younger than me. But... Before I knew he's younger, I used to think that he's some kinda mature guy, you know... Already graduated from college, working... But now?? Aalsdfjhalk;jd;aljsd;lajsd;ljaslkdj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. He already has a girlfriend anyway. And to top it off, she's hawt. &gt;_&gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-4012563571783722113?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4012563571783722113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=4012563571783722113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/4012563571783722113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/4012563571783722113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/04/whut-so-theres-this-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-7250224889280364713</id><published>2009-03-28T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T08:15:14.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY-GO-LUCKY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoshi- everything suddenly went just fine. Oh no, REALLY FINE. WTF I'm not used to a situation like this. Is something bad going to happen??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's hear this out.&lt;br /&gt;1. My 3rd semester KHS was already out. I thought I can't join the remedial... Just because this KHS. And hell what ugly scores I had. B, C, C, B. Yesss ugly enough to make a chain carbon hurr. But I need that KHS to join the remedial. Thank God that Sir *censored* already took care of it. Tasya told me to give him brownies LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. MY GRADES FOR 5TH SEMESTER ARE ALL B. WTF?? ME?? A CARBON-CHAINER?? Not to sound arrogant, but really. I wonder about it. What in the world just happened?? But not that I mind, though. I just feel... That this all is going TOO FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you know, my life is full of shit. So when everything goes just fine, I'm afraid that something bad would happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Gawd please don't. LET ME EXPERIENCE THIS HAPPINESS FOR JUST ONCE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-7250224889280364713?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7250224889280364713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=7250224889280364713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/7250224889280364713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/7250224889280364713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-go-lucky-hoshi-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-1688318322645884478</id><published>2009-03-23T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:10:47.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hotel Dusk: Room 215&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Unique artwork, interesting gameplay, nice story, great soundtracks. What's not to like??&lt;br /&gt;But can you believe that Hotel Dusk is actually last a day?? It has 10 (or 9? I'm not finished yet) chapters, but it's actually just ONE DAY. Just from December 28th 1979 to December 29th 1979. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the game that makes me feel like I'm the main character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft I don't know what to write anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes!! Last Saturday my class had a hospital tour in ER. It was okay, though. I don't hate it. When I was standing behind one my classmate, I can't help but thinking... "Now where do I ever see this kind of expression?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized that HE LOOKS SO MUCH ALIKE KYLE HYDE. Hurr. I'm not kidding, yes. The way he tilt his head, his frowns, his nods... They look like Kyle Hyde's. Their hairstyle is not really different. My friend's hair is just a bit longer than Kyle Hyde's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, actually, I had a crush on him 2 years ago hahah. Even now, I still think that he's hawt. Hello?? Of course he's hawt!! HE LOOKS LIKE KYLE HYDE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm not going to write his name on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I cut my hair (again?). This time I cut it like Iwakura Lain's hair. WTF it doesn't look like her hair at all T^T My hair is not thick, so yeah... T^T&lt;br /&gt;Ughhh. I like it when I used Maeda Atsuko's hairstyle... But now?? I look like somekind of a punk &gt;_&gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Indonesian calls this 'gonjes' hairstyle. And I REALLY DON'T LIKE THAT HAIRSTYLE. In my opinion, short hair is okay, as long it makes you cute, not looking like a guy or a punk or somefin' &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Ah well. Hair grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-1688318322645884478?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1688318322645884478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=1688318322645884478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/1688318322645884478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/1688318322645884478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/03/hotel-dusk-room-215.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-5444323046337335653</id><published>2009-03-17T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T03:36:56.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am I flirting??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;From what I read in the internet, I'm flirting alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked deeply in his eyes, intensely... But I don't think he gets the idea &gt;_&gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I asked my sister about this, she said, "what are you doing? You'll freak him out!!". WTF. The internet doesn't say so, sister!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I was sitting to one of my guy classmate (who is easy to talk to). And suddenly he asked me about our classmate that has very intense glare.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Hey, what's wrong with that girl? Why does she glare at people like that?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Him: I freak out, you know. The way she looks at me is just... Creepy.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (uh-oh...) I don't know about that.&lt;br /&gt;Him: *pointing at her* There, there!! Will you look at that? Man, creepy.&lt;br /&gt;Me: &gt;_&gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I know what's wrong with that girl. A friend told me that she has some kind of... 'Psycho' disease (if you can call it a disease, because I prefer calling it 'personality disorder'). But because I don't want to bad mouthing about her (even if it's right!! I'm afraid that I'd be killed by her... Oooohh talking about Psychopath!!). But enough about her, okay? That's not about her that I want to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... It turns out that intense glaring is indeed freak people out, huh??&lt;br /&gt;No wonder Mayen laughed when I said that I flirt with 'looking deeply into his eyes'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a good way to make good impression of you in front of him, Shi.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-5444323046337335653?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5444323046337335653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=5444323046337335653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/5444323046337335653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/5444323046337335653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/03/am-i-flirting-actually-i-know-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-9164375844526037174</id><published>2009-03-14T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:36:42.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haruna Ai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;( はるな愛 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Holy moly. WTF. She doesn't look like a guy AT ALL. Oh my medical world, you're so amazing that I think you're insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transexual is not really a new thing for me, because Indonesia has a famous transexual too. Dorce Gamalama, I'm sure you all know her, if you live in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still can see the 'man' in Dorce, somehow... But Haruna Ai? No. No. That girl (guy?) is waaaaayy to cute to be a man. Just look at the PV. OMG. OMGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I didn't know anything about her at all. All I know that she has a single, which the title is very weird, IMO. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I U Yo Ne~"&lt;/span&gt;. And she has somewhat big boobs that can pop anytime from her dress &gt;_&gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;WTF. When I saw the cover, I was sure that she has that squeaky Japanese girl's voice. And I thought she was one of a H!P girls!! &gt;_&gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;There's no way that I'd download that. Nuh-uh. I had enough of H!P girls. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ended up seeing a choreography for her I U Yo Ne~ MV, and I... Like it -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so catcheeeeyy. You know you can never go wrong with catchy songs!! And the most interesting part is... She sings with her man's voice!! XDDD LOL I have weird taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously. The song is so catchy and the choreography is funny too LOL.&lt;br /&gt;If you love catchy songs, you have to try her!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-9164375844526037174?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/9164375844526037174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=9164375844526037174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/9164375844526037174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/9164375844526037174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/03/haruna-ai-holy-moly.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-4355107807414895156</id><published>2009-03-12T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:38:05.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad I got a stomatitis and I need- OOOOOUUUGGGHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I bit my tongue and there it is, stomatitis. Or 'sariawan' in Indonesian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts like biotch because it's on the tip of my tongue. We all know that there's no way we can avoid the pain. Because we eat, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked Daddy to buy me a Redoxon. It may not heal quickly, but at least it reduces it. And he forgot to buy it. Psh. How many times do I have to send a message about it to you, Dad? &gt;:[ I'm not impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed my not-impressedness to my Dad. And he knew it, so he offered me a medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust my Dad (if I can't trust a doctor for a sickness, who else would I trust? Technician?? &gt;:[ It's obvious, Shi. Duh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he put a drop right on that cursed stomatitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"SHHIIIIIIIIIII-------" &lt;/span&gt;*censored*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASLDJA;SLKDJASLJDLASJD IT HURRRRRRRRTTTSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my pillow and held on tight to it. I even cried a tear ;_;&lt;br /&gt;You: You were such a wuss. Stomatitis? Come on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now go get a stomatitis and go to my Dad for a medicine. I'm sure you will like it A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drooling so much. Maybe because my body thinks that saliva would reduce the pain. *and it does, actually*. But my Dad said that I had to let my tongue out until it dried, so I kept on weeping my saliva. I was gross, yeah I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a while, the pain turned into somekind of a 'throb' on my tongue. It still hurts, though. But I kinda like the feeling of that 'throb' on my tongue mwahahhahahaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah people... Tongue has so many nerves that it can turn you on. That's why there's a thing called 'French Kiss'. Mmmmhhhhmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL I'm so naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-4355107807414895156?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4355107807414895156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=4355107807414895156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/4355107807414895156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/4355107807414895156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/03/dad-i-got-stomatitis-and-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-6248056684913822726</id><published>2009-02-10T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:57:48.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OSCEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quoted from Apollo Justice first case:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Panicked... Palms sweaty... I can admit it. I'm nervous. Mind going blank... Don't panic... Ack, too late!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;al;jfdal;sdjl;asjd;asjd;asd&lt;br /&gt;I already studied, yes I did. But OSCE is just so nerve-wrecking, you know -_-"&lt;br /&gt;With all the instructors see us... ACK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm panicking like this, I can't even continue study anymore so I just try to... Chill. *but failed, anyway* -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I pretend as if I'm Apollo on his first trial, I kinda... Excited about it?? XDD&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. Sounds like another nonsense, eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;5th semester's OSCE... Here goes nothing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-6248056684913822726?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6248056684913822726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=6248056684913822726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/6248056684913822726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/6248056684913822726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/osceeeeeeeeeeeee-quoted-from-apollo.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-2169876099391627193</id><published>2009-02-07T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T05:44:37.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What, exactly, is a woman??&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You read the title. Now what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to rant right now. So if you don't want to read it, better go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always see me as a tomboy. I don't know why, but that's what they always see me. Even my own crushes. You know how sad is this, our crushes see us as one of the guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt; a tomboy back then. When I was in 5th and 6th grade. But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; in Junior High School, Senior High School... And now!! Seriously, people. What are you thinking?? I wear a skirt everyday and you still judge me as a tomboy??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me, you know. When people see me as a tomboy, I'm insulted, to tell you the truth. Imagine if my crushes say that right to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm not a girly girl either, but definitely I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; a tomboy. What, just because I play some games, have somewhat low-toned voice, not put on many make ups on my face, not bring any make ups in my bags everytime I go, etc etc... Means I'm not a girl!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How narrow-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I have to do? Do I have to sit in the kitchen all day, gossiping about some bitch everyday, squealing and giggling everytime I see handsome guys, wearing pink from head to toe,  etc etc to be a girl??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you, people. Actually, the definition of woman is... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOMEONE WHO HAS A VAGINA AND UTERUS.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. I, as a medical student, have spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare saying something like, "wow, Shi. For a girl, you doesn't act like one". Or I will talk to you right back to your face. Believe me, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; want me to talk back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this basically because all my over-girly hometown friends are like, "awh come on, can't you at least act like a girl?". The next time they ask me that question, I'd make sure they regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me to be a girl? Then I'll be one. Don't come crying to me begging me to come back to my old-self. Because I can be the bitchest bitch among all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-2169876099391627193?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2169876099391627193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=2169876099391627193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/2169876099391627193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/2169876099391627193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-exactly-is-woman-you-read-title.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-7843279589576937192</id><published>2009-01-28T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T06:48:49.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time to get my lazy ass up and go get a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, i went to a computer rental for a job. Darn, they expected a full time job. I might be take that if I hadn't have this stupid college. Psh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the owner that I can only work 12 PM onwards, I gave him my cell phone number and he said he would contact me if I'm hired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha some of our conversation made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;The owner: Aren't people who live in Lampriet rich people??&lt;br /&gt;Meh: ...N-no, not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. You think I want to get my lazy ass up to work? Pfft. I want to get a job because I want to buy that damn tablet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PEOPLE!! PRAY FOR ME SO HE'LL HIRE MEH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-7843279589576937192?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7843279589576937192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=7843279589576937192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/7843279589576937192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/7843279589576937192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-to-get-my-lazy-ass-up-and-go-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-6550186014880723563</id><published>2009-01-27T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T05:08:07.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>akjshd;kalsjdla;jsdal;jsd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a tablet ;_;&lt;br /&gt;After all it's ridiculous to draw with a mouse!! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... But... It's expensive... And my parents wouldn't think that I need that thing. I'm a good-for-nothing medical student, after all... ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO I REGRET THIS SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Dad... The article that I wrote for you, if the publisher is already paying you for it... Can you use the money to buy me a tablet?? ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akljdhaldhadslajsd;as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO SICK OF THESE. JUST BECAUSE I'M A MEDICAL STUDENT, SO THAT MEANS I CAN'T PUT A LITTLE CONCENTRATION ON THINGS I LIKE SUCH AS DRAWING, PLAYING INSTRUMENTS, PLAYING GAMES ETC... &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO BE A MEDICAL SLAVE&lt;br /&gt;SOMEBODY PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-6550186014880723563?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6550186014880723563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=6550186014880723563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/6550186014880723563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/6550186014880723563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/akjshdkalsjdlajsdaljsd-i-want-tablet.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-7319200227617571218</id><published>2009-01-26T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:25:27.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holy Sh*t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother: Do you know how fast it was to download this in my office?&lt;br /&gt;Meh: What, like, 15 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;My brother: 2 minutes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holy sh*t. Don't get me started on this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother: The speed was 880KB/sec, stable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WHOA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked him to upload it in Mediafire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother: Oh mai the uploading was even FASTER. 2,5MB/sec, stable, 50 seconds :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I won't be ranting about how bad Indonesia connection from now.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-7319200227617571218?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7319200227617571218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=7319200227617571218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/7319200227617571218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/7319200227617571218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/holy-sht-my-brother-do-you-know-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-3299126588642602254</id><published>2009-01-20T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T03:49:17.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm Fighting The Urge To Play Some Games... DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After struggling with a really bad internet connection, I finally downloaded 2 games. Tokimeki Memorial Girl's Side - 2nd Kiss and Time Hollow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*is it just me... Or teachers are starting to look hot? XDDD*&lt;br /&gt;Wakaouji. He's my type (You said Himuro is your type, now Wakaouji... How many type of boys do you like anyway??!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... To tell you the truth, the boys aren't as hot as the 1st one *sigh* &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Except for Wakaouji-sensei, that is tee hee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried NOT to play the games after the exam is over... But I lost ;_;&lt;br /&gt;They are so tempting!! They are... Temptress!! XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm afraid that I'd end up staying up whole nights again playing Tokimeki Memorial, I stopped and started to play Time Hollow instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was even worse -_-"&lt;br /&gt;I spent 4 precious hours to play it... Dammit ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... So much for the better grades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-3299126588642602254?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3299126588642602254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=3299126588642602254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/3299126588642602254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/3299126588642602254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-fighting-urge-to-play-some-games.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-4382110116975822266</id><published>2009-01-13T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:05:28.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AAAAARRRGGGHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get it out of my head!! Oh my I'm such a rabid yaoi fangirl -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Well I saw a Klavier x Apollo fanart (damn those uber cool Japanese mangaka!!). I can't read most of the Kanji. But the picture itself tells its own story *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klavier comes out from nowhere, grabbing Apollo's breasts (as if he has it... LOL). I don't know what happens next, but Klavier's hands are still on Apollo's breasts. Maybe he says, "Why don't you react a bit?!" LOL not sure XDDD&lt;br /&gt;Well then Apollo's hands are on Klavier's breasts!! I can totally read the hiragana and I know the meaning VERY WELL. And THIS. IS. WHY. I. CAN'T. GET. IT. OUT. OF. MY. HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klavier: "Kyaa!! Iyaaaa~~nn! Odeko-kun no E.c.chi &lt;3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes. Oh yes. He says it with a blushing, happy smiling face. &lt;/span&gt;*Not in shy mode LOL*&lt;br /&gt;You get the picture. While Apollo keeps grabbing his breasts with an emotionless face *SFX: momi, momi = grope, grope*!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAARRRRGHH  gotta request this on Kink Meme. But requesting is currently off... ;_;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-4382110116975822266?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4382110116975822266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=4382110116975822266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/4382110116975822266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/4382110116975822266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/aaaaarrrggghhh-i-cant-get-it-out-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-22013402233892668</id><published>2009-01-11T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T06:07:45.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHY DID I HAVE TO READ THAT FANFIC NOW I'M CRAVING FOR THE UPDATE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a gorgeous fanfic, really. Not that it's about Kristoph being nice, but it's just... Beautiful. The way the author wrote it... Describe every single Amnesiac!Kristoph... It's just too beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah maybe it's not the Kristoph we know, for he suffers from amnesia. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ljcmt11352676"&gt;Shortly after getting out of jail, he's horribly injured in an accident and loses his memory. He doesn't remember anything or anyone, even his own name and his own brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's TOTALLY different without all the jealousy that caused him being evil. Amnesiac!Kristoph a is nice, caring person. He reminds me a lot of Morimura Sakuya, though &gt;_&gt; *still in Tokimeki mode*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Speaking of Tokimeki Memorial, I gave up for Sakuya and got Himuro-sensei's ending instead. Why? Some biotch stole my Sakuya &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Apparently, people still thinks that he is just the same, jerk Kristoph, even his own brother. So mainly the questions of the continuation of this fanfic are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="ljcmt11352676"&gt;Who takes care of him? Who tries to take advantage of him? What happens when the people he screwed over want revenge? What happens when he gets his memory back, if he does get his memory back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ljcmt11352676"&gt;AND THIS IS WHY I'M CRAVING FOR THIS. I think there will be a lot of angst, especially if Amnesiac!Kristoph finally knows who he really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fic was filled in August... And this is January 09 ;_;&lt;br /&gt;But I still left a comment for that fanfic, though. Because I really want to know what happens next. HEAR ME CRY WRITERNON!! T^T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="shoutouttxt" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ljcmt11356516"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-22013402233892668?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/22013402233892668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=22013402233892668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/22013402233892668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/22013402233892668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-did-i-have-to-read-that-fanfic-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-9198006050946639234</id><published>2009-01-09T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:42:16.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I've been playing Tokimeki Memorial Girl's Side - 1st Love. Oh. My. GAWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a;ljhdal;jdajsd I told you I'm a pathetic single girl who would swoon over this. OVER A BUNCH OF PIXELS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for swooning over the boys!! Shall we??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kei Hazuki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAWT. Smart, a model, loves cat *YAY*, excellent athlete, loves to sleep *double YAY* etc etc... He's perfect. All you ask for in a boyfriend. And because of this, his requirements of a girlfriend is high too so I'm not into kind of guy. *but because this is a game, I'll try to get his ending*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sakuya Morimura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTEEE. He's kind-hearted, loves plants, loves video games *YAY*, smart (although he lost to Hazuki and ME XDDD). But he's kinda short, and is too delicate (almost like a girl). Definitely like Uke type. He's not really my type but I decide to get his ending. Because I swoon over his voice. Ishida Akira FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kazuma Suzuka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this guy D: Well, not 'hate' per se, but he pisses me off!! (oh come on, it's just a game...) Well I kinda messed up in Bunkasai and he came to me saying something like... "Don't be ridiculuos". I think he also says harsh things to me... DX&lt;br /&gt;He's sporty, that's all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madoka Kijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Let's see. He's tall, a biker, loves to cook *YAY*, loves dates and girls D:, tanned-skin (Klavier much, hm?), loves to have fun.But he doesn't like me to study D:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really into him, but I guess he's okay. Easy to get along with. He likes DDR O.o" Eeeeekkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shiki Mihara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adlsja;ldjaldjasld what is this narcisstic guy who's prettier than me?? I thought his hair is just shoulder-length but I just found out that it's actually went down to his back O.o"&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's so wrong, but it seems he always at his :( status to me. GAH and everytime we go to a date, he wears weird clothes O.o" With frills... Eeeekk. Err... I'm not into this guy D: He kinda creeps me out eventhough he has such sweet voice *swoon*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reiichi Himuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOTTT TOTALLY MY TYPE. A math teacher, has Maserati (it's a car), serious but sweet personality (Edgeworth much? XD), a bit stiff but it's okay &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;He kinda pisses me with his study dates (because he often messes my sleep time). Haaa~~ When he complements me and starts smiling... AAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wataru Hibiya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kouhai. A bit loud with a lot of passion to be 'cool', he kinda annoys me a bit XD But he's easy to get along with so it's okay. And I like him with his bangs down :D&lt;br /&gt;He gets jealous easily (I think?) because I'm busy dating Morimura... I often see a bomb even his status is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ikkaku Amanohashi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEKK school's chairman. I like older man, but he's just... D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goro Hanatsubaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He creeps me out. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHIHARU AOKI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEKKK HE'S MY TYPEEEE (along with Himuro-sensei, that is XD). He wears uniform like Karasuma and he mysteriously text message me &lt;33 Awww...&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;LOL I spent nights playing this game. Smirking while I get a good reaction from guys mwahahhahaaaa *maniacal laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I replayed Apollo Justice 1st case, the moment when Kristoph appeared, I DID THE SKINSHIP *of course it didn't work XDDD* IT'S TRUE I MEAN IT.&lt;br /&gt;SKINSHIPPP SKINSHIIIIIPPPP *desperate* XDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-9198006050946639234?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/9198006050946639234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=9198006050946639234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/9198006050946639234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/9198006050946639234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-ive-been-playing-tokimeki-memorial.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-1396248258498832693</id><published>2008-12-31T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:49:02.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is Dilemma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for double post &lt;&lt; WTF we're not even in a forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I like Kristoph. I really like him. When I first saw his official art, I knew that I was going to like him *err... I think we've heard these words before...*.&lt;br /&gt;His official art is really, really appealing to me *dayumyouCapcomyoureallyknowhowtomakegorgeouscharacter*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st impression:&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. Who is this guy? He's totally my type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that he is the prosecutor of the game (because he really looks like Klavier). To tell you the truth, I called Kristoph 'Klavier' the very first moment of the game. Because 'Klavier' is an unique name, I remembered it, not Kristoph XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the way he smiles and keep his cool headed. And he has a nice 'objection'. *swoon*&lt;br /&gt;To know that he is the main villain, it's just so... Sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is contradictory. This is OBJECTIONABLE!! T^T&lt;br /&gt;1. I like Phoenix too. Well not in a lust *wait... Did I just say 'lust'?* way. How could Kristoph do that to Phoenix? T^T He made the whole PW fans sad. He might as well made Edgeworth sad. T________T&lt;br /&gt;2. I adore Klavier. Bagai pinang dibelah dua, he looks alot like Kristoph. But I heard *or so I read in the spoilers. Yeah I don't mind spoilers. As long as it's not too spoiled XDD*, Kristoph hates Klavier. T^T How could someone hate his own brother?? And Klavier is such an adorable kid!! I'm asking what is contained in Kristoph's brain... T^T&lt;br /&gt;3. Apollo is cute. Kristoph hates him too T^T  How... How could!!&lt;br /&gt;4. He wears nail polish *or so I read in the spoilers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how could I like a character like that? T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this because I read a doujinshi about Phoenix, after losing his badge. He looked in the mirror, he stared at his suit. No badge on it, he started to look down, remembering Maya, Mia, Edgeworth... It's just too much. Kristoph is pure evil. T^T&lt;br /&gt;And I read about Edgeworth crying after he saw Phoenix suit, without a badge on it... And Edgeworth started to cry, then Phoenix held him... T_________T&lt;br /&gt;Well it's doujinshi. But it's still sad!! Kristoph did make Phoenix lost his badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is dilemmaaaaaaaaaaaaa T________T&lt;br /&gt;So hot, yet so evil... Arrrggghh you can't just say, "try to like Klavier. He's not evil. He looks a lot like his brother. Just tell him to stop tanning himself and start to wear glasses". Klavier is NOT Kristoph T^T Huhuhuhuhuhuuuuuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you see how I play game wholeheartedly, don't you? Keep calling me freak, I don't care!! T_______T&lt;br /&gt;I'm saddddd!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-1396248258498832693?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1396248258498832693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=1396248258498832693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/1396248258498832693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/1396248258498832693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-dilemma-sorry-for-double-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-6749291897566232888</id><published>2008-12-31T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:12:55.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUZZAH!! 2009!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was chatting with my brother. We were talking some kind of 'self-confidence'. Then one thing led to another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My brother:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Kristoph asks, "have you do your homework?" while Klavier comes with flowers and love letters, that doesn't mean that Kristoph doesn't like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Your words are like fanfic, really made me flattered. Please go on. *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, that is one good opening for this year, bruder. I laughed maniacally and I'm sure I was blushing like mad that time. All of this because it sounds so good when others write it, it feels so... Real. *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My brother:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristoph: Shishi, have you do your homework?&lt;br /&gt;Meh: Yeah. Why did you ask? Do you want to copy it? Here, take this!!&lt;br /&gt;Kristoph: *cries in the depth of his heart*&lt;br /&gt;Klavier: Hey Shi-shi have you received flowers that I sent to you a week ago?&lt;br /&gt;Meh: Yeah *thinking that only monkeys are attracted to me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my brother has a talent for writing crack fanfic, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dita wrote me a fanfic to my request.&lt;br /&gt;alfhaldj;lasjdd;a;sjd;lasj IT HAS JONGHUN AND YESUNG IN IT.&lt;br /&gt;HUZZAH FOR 2009!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-6749291897566232888?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6749291897566232888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=6749291897566232888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/6749291897566232888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/6749291897566232888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/huzzah-2009-i-was-chatting-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-7303957025424725994</id><published>2008-12-28T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:59:17.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Team B 3rd Stage "Pajama Drive"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell I'm late for listening this stage now. But hey! It's AKB48. It's very worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For story short... AKB48 NEVER FAILS TO AMUSE MEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like every single songs (well, not all. But ALMOST all). They are so much fun and unique. I wonder why Hello! Project is much famous than them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense, H!P fans. Face it, AKB48 sings SO much better than H!P. I tried to listen to H!P. Morning Musume, Berryz Koubou, etc... And I was like, WTF?? So far, I only like 3 songs of H!P. Sakura Mankai, Furusato and Hare Ami Nochi Suki. I think I will never listen to H!P again. No thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about H!P. I thought this B 3rd stage is some kind of 'underdog' of the stages of Team A and K. No No Nooooo I was SOOO wrong. Team B 3rd Stage is awesome. They are as awesome as their senpais.&lt;br /&gt;Hell... 'Shonichi' makes me cry again ;_; It's generally a cheerful song, but when you understand the lyric, you'll know... ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite is 'Temodemo no Namida' song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Even though I wanted to meet you like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         Even if I like you like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         You pass by before my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         Even so, like this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         I’m looking at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         From this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         Even though I wanted to meet you like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         Even if I like you like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         You won’t even look back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         Even though I’m raising my umbrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         My cheeks get wet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         I can’t do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         About these careless tears&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-7303957025424725994?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7303957025424725994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=7303957025424725994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/7303957025424725994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/7303957025424725994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/team-b-3rd-stage-pajama-drive-hell-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-976499344642747972</id><published>2008-12-27T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T18:37:34.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tokimeki Memorial Girl's Side - 1st Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh my. This game is really tempting for someone single and pathetic like meh XDDD&lt;br /&gt;No... Kidding. *in case there's people who read and play the game...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only played it for 20 minutes because I just got the game this morning.&lt;br /&gt;The game seems fun. Good thing that we can hear what they say, because I can understand what they say, but read the kanjis, katakanas, hiraganas... Not so much &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really understand the gameplay because of the damn Japanese characters... I only know that we have to adjust certain status and attract certain boys. Something like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met 3 boys already. The first boy I met was someone who bumped to me in the first day of school, and the second was the teacher, and the third was a guy I met on the rooftops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But I kept running to the teacher. Is it because my 'knowledge' is only 36?? Or is it... A good sign?? *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to practice Japanese. For my own sake, if you know what I mean... *maniacal laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-976499344642747972?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/976499344642747972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=976499344642747972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/976499344642747972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/976499344642747972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/tokimeki-memorial-girls-side-1st-love-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-2654162399496391976</id><published>2008-12-25T21:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:52:54.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apollo Justice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I'm kinda disappointed that Phoenix is not the main character again. Then I knew that almost all old character are not in GS4 anymore, I'm really disappointed. I'm more disappointed when I knew that I can't even see a single Edgeworth. WTF? Then I look at Apollo's picture... "He is NOT a lawyer. He's just a beyblade player" &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what the hell is wrong with his 'objection'? It doesn't fit his childish appearance... Rawr. I WANT PHOENIX BAAAACCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;But this is an great Ace Attorney game. It won't do me harm to play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. The graphic is awesome. The music sounds a bit better than the previous game. And who is this gentle-looking lawyer in glasses I see in the first case?? He's hawt. My type *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here comes Justice... He really doesn't look like a lawyer at all. Maybe because of his face? His clothes? &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psh. Even Payne made his appearance in this game. Why doesn't Edgeworth? T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I play, I enjoy it. Apollo's kinda cute &lt;3 I like his reaction when he's in court XD And knowing that he always be the victim of everyone's prank, makes him even more cuteeee XD hahahaahha *Phoenix is evil*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Then I learned that blonde lawyer in glasses is the villain. WTF I don't care. Dahlia is cute and she is pure evil *maniacal laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobo Phoenix is HAWT. Seriously, 7 years has passed and he became this cool? *drools* I can't believe it after I played the previous games. Feenie &gt;&gt; This usual Phoenix Wright we know and love &gt;&gt; Hobo Phoenix &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trucy. She's cuteeeee!! It made me laugh when she and his 'Daddy' prank Apollo. Wahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ema Skye. Oh my. She's changed. But she became prettier. Haha snackoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klavier... &lt;333 He looks a lot like Kristoph *without glasses, of course*, that means he's hawt and he's my type =3 And he's quite friendly too, not like other prosecutor tee hee. He's got this cool rock theme song. Awww he's so dreamy... *swoons*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I like Apollo!! Well I can't compare him to Phoenix. Phoenix is number 1 defense attorney in my heart &lt;3 But this game is not bad at all. I like looking at the graphic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S TIME FOR FANGIRLING APOLLO X KLAVIERRRRRR MWAHAHAHHAHAAAAA *maniacal laugh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-2654162399496391976?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2654162399496391976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=2654162399496391976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/2654162399496391976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/2654162399496391976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/apollo-justice-psh.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-1205625266604873916</id><published>2008-12-25T04:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T04:45:56.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is this feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alsjdlas;jd;lajs;dlj&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like him. The first time I ever see him smile, I knew it. I knew that I was going to like him. He always smiles. Always. Sweetly, freely... Kindly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why when I saw him looking down (it was only that one day, though. Other than that, I never see him looking so down), I can't help but worried. What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I don't have any intention to approach him. After all, he seems really happy to be beside her. No wonder though. For she is really nice to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose a song from my playlist. A song that I've heard of, but I never really know the meaning... Until now. I just knew it from the melody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;Goldfish Fireworks by Ai Otsuka&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The goldfish swimming in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fall in love, making my feelings grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning bright red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though I know this love is never to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But still I wished to be with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scent of summer in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Goldfish fireworks drip down&lt;br /&gt;The light is dazzling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And for an instant I can see your kind face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the goldfish swimming in my heart&lt;br /&gt;To be surrounded by ugliness&lt;br /&gt;I know they'll only live through the summer&lt;br /&gt;So just give me a little time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But still I wished for your happiness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scent of summer permeates the night&lt;br /&gt;Goldfish fireworks drip down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't put it into words at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And for an instant I can see your kind face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scent of summer in the rain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-1205625266604873916?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1205625266604873916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=1205625266604873916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/1205625266604873916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/1205625266604873916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-this-feeling-alsjdlasjdlajsdlj.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-7370916678870961537</id><published>2008-12-22T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:02:42.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was playing PW (finishing the damn cool case XD), then Mayen sent me an IM. She said that there was an argument&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in the forum. I read the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...What is madness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that someone would answer a question that rude. It's not like a dumb question. It's just a curiosity. Not spam. Just an inquiring mind wants to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like...&lt;br /&gt;You: Excuse me... Where can I get to...?&lt;br /&gt;Him: STFU DON'T ASK DUMB QUESTION THE BUS IS NOT HERE YET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you respond to that? If it's me, I'd think that this dude has some serious constipation. You know how constipation can affect our mood that much XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, why he was so fussy about that? I mean... Is he the director? Is he the actors/actresses? Is he the producer? You bet your ass that he is NOT. It won't cause him lose out any money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just don't know how to behave properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care that if he's best friend with the global moderator, a smart college student who uses big vocabularies and sarcasms. That doesn't mean that he can do as he pleases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, I can't get to forum right now. I don't know why. Maybe because all that arguments. Ha...!! Erase it all you want,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I already saved it into my PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-7370916678870961537?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7370916678870961537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=7370916678870961537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/7370916678870961537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/7370916678870961537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-madness.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-6398812719628313244</id><published>2008-12-21T06:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T06:51:28.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dayum my drawing skill is getting worse. It's because I rarely draw again!! Or to tell you the truth... Almost never drawing again. It makes me sad because I can imitate others drawing so easily, but I can't make my own drawing. Ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to draw Edgeworth posing 'Tell Me' dance. I don't know what's so wrong about the drawing. Somehow... It doesn't look 'real' and not Edgeworth enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my piano skill is getting worse too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bad at everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-6398812719628313244?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6398812719628313244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=6398812719628313244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/6398812719628313244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/6398812719628313244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/dayum-my-drawing-skill-is-getting-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-4531205691495664966</id><published>2008-12-18T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T04:17:10.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMFG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, someone knocked on my door house. It took me some seconds, or nearly a minute, to go downstairs to open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Just when I grab the key to turn it, something black suddenly came in through the narrow space of my base door house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed like a girl -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I heard someone's voice over the door, saying, "SORRY!! I'M SORRY!! I thought there's no one at home!!".&lt;br /&gt;When I opened the door, it was my neighbor, giving a wedding invitation -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy sh*t my heart felt like stopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-4531205691495664966?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4531205691495664966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=4531205691495664966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/4531205691495664966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/4531205691495664966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/omfg-just-now-someone-knocked-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-6611708790360990483</id><published>2008-12-17T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T07:27:00.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been thinking that... How do this feeling disappears, and then reappears again? You think that you don't like him anymore, then BAM!! He haunts your mind again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhh... I hate to have this feeling over and over again. What exactly am I thinking? I know very well that his kindness doesn't mean anything. Psh. Get a grip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda get the feeling that I'd fall again -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-6611708790360990483?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6611708790360990483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=6611708790360990483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/6611708790360990483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/6611708790360990483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-thinking-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-2429245223190299483</id><published>2008-12-15T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:31:30.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Overslept OMG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying NOT to miss the lecture again. I choose not to let my angsty feelings take on me. But... What can I do when it's about a really nice sleep!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I can't sleep early last night so I played PW until 3 AM. I set the alarm in 6.15 AM and 6.30 AM, but I set it off unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Meh: Mmmhh... *eyes to the clock*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Clock: *7.50 AM*&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Meh: He... HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE???&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I screamed. That's not over reacting because that was I really reacting -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't even do my 'better-not-take-a-bath-and-just-go-to-the-campus' plan because the lecturer is the scariest doctor ever in a whole campus' stories!! T^T&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I've been there, in his lecture. Ones who come late, don't come or you'll embarass yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Just... Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-2429245223190299483?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2429245223190299483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=2429245223190299483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/2429245223190299483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/2429245223190299483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-overslept-omg-ive-been-trying-not-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-5743409525118565088</id><published>2008-12-15T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T04:30:44.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chrono Trigger DS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You go back in time, and you change the whole world. Pretty tempting, huh? It's not that tempting when you have to save the world by defeating the monsters -_-" But that's game. And it's RPG. So... Yeah XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, this is the first time I ever play the game with active time battle system. *YeahbecauseIdon'thaveanyPSsoIneverplayFinalFantasybeforeSatisfied??*. And I'm not get used to it. YET. I'll get over it. *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Going back or forth in time. That's pretty sad. Why? Because you see the future. If the future is not nice as you are in now, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;*yeah I tend to play the game wholeheartedly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I enjoy the game. Do you know what do I like about this game the most? It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the music&lt;/span&gt;. God, what an enchanting music they got there. So fits with the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaannndd!! We can hear the music game in 'Extras' on the main menu =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-5743409525118565088?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5743409525118565088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=5743409525118565088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/5743409525118565088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/5743409525118565088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/chrono-trigger-ds-you-go-back-in-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-152070919845025603</id><published>2008-12-10T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:03:32.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Blog Skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wow. Didn't see that coming. O.o"&lt;br /&gt;You: What?&lt;br /&gt;Me: The new skin.&lt;br /&gt;You: Yeah what's wrong with that?&lt;br /&gt;Me: There's nothing wrong with the skin, there's something wrong with ME!!&lt;br /&gt;You: ?? *tilt head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people, we know that is a pretty skin, but do you think it's kinda girlish?? I mean... TOO girlish?? What's gotten into me anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I AM a girl. That's not a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. These are about me lately:&lt;br /&gt;1. I can still hear the 'Takbir'. OMG FOR GOD'S SAKE THE ID ADHA IS OVER PEOPLE!! I mean... Come on!! I'm home alone hearing the 'Takbir' while my parents are having fun in America. That's not fun, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tomorrow's exam. I don't think I can pass it really well. Too much reading fanfic and doujinshi, I think I'm gonna get a C again.&lt;br /&gt;3. Here's my plan when the exam is over. I will go home directly, no need to ask, "so? How the exam went for you?" to friends *because they would ask the same thing to me, and I don't really like answering it*. NEVER MEET YOUR FRIENDS AFTER EXAM. Especially the, "Oohh I answered that and I was right!! YAY!! How about you?". This is the kind of friends that you should avoid after an exam. FOR YOUR OWN SAKE, AVOID YOUR FRIENDS WHEN EXAM IS OVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That's it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-152070919845025603?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/152070919845025603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=152070919845025603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/152070919845025603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/152070919845025603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-blog-skin-me-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-3469494568404344558</id><published>2008-12-06T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T02:36:09.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phoenix Wright/Miles Edgeworth??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this time I won't tell you my fangirl craziness XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just kinda have a thought after reading some topic in court records forum, "If you had to marry one PW character...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha yes of course the one who came first in my mind was Edgeworth XD&lt;br /&gt;But something is just not about right -_-" Let's analyze this for a moment, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;Edgeworth is... some kind of a high-class man. He's into classical music, tea, intelligence... etc, etc...&lt;br /&gt;-_-" Psh. We're NOT so meant to be *hell yeah we're not. He's just a fictional character*. But if he's real, we're still not meant to be, because of that reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I had to marry one PW character (other than Edgeworth), I'd choose Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;After I played the games, read some fanfictions and doujinshis, saw some fanarts, I found a conclusion that Phoenix and I would really hit it out :)&lt;br /&gt;He's an easy going, sweet (although I really wanted to vomit when I played Trials and Tribulation 1st case), kind, etc, etc... In other words, Phoenix is just another ordinary man. And that's what makes him so perfect with me &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even love a 'straight' pairing, Phoenix x Maya!!&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phoenix x Maya is the first 'straight' pairing I ever like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the others?? YAOI ALL THE WAYYYYYY...!! XDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-3469494568404344558?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3469494568404344558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=3469494568404344558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/3469494568404344558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/3469494568404344558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/phoenix-wrightmiles-edgeworth-no-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-959039169815473373</id><published>2008-12-01T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T09:48:39.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh God. This fangirling thing gets worse. O.o"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Yes. I even wanted to kick my classmate when she messed with my drawings &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as Franziska said... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"foolish fool who foolishly dreams of foolish dreams".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhh... Oh please. He's just a mere fictional character, for God's sake!!&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should ask Capcom to make a dating game of him XD&lt;br /&gt;But it would make me ended up like Phoenix in my previous entry hee heeeeeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* And here's why I should have get a better life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pertama, kurasakan getaran &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yang kerap goyahkan rasa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Serasa ada sentuhan baru &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sinari hari hariku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pertama, dirikupun tergoda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Kilaunya matamu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Runtuhkan angkuhnya dinding hati &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Koyakkan batas sepiku dinginku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pertama untukku dan tak kulupa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Diriku terjerat cintamu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dan aku tak ingin lepas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Larutkan aku dalam nyata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Riak belaimu yang akan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Temani setiamu padaku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Apa coba...* XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-959039169815473373?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/959039169815473373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=959039169815473373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/959039169815473373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/959039169815473373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-8037117967565063814</id><published>2008-11-30T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:28:12.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLL&lt;br /&gt;XXXXDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY, I CAN'T STOP LAUGHIIIIIIINGGGG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s243.photobucket.com/albums/ff38/FouLu_4/For%20Forum%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=TEGAKI__lawlwhut_by_mozaemonpico.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff38/FouLu_4/For%20Forum%201/TEGAKI__lawlwhut_by_mozaemonpico.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*credit to: mozaemonpico@DA a.k.a momotarou@CR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my... This is SOOOOO... XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-8037117967565063814?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8037117967565063814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=8037117967565063814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/8037117967565063814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/8037117967565063814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff38/FouLu_4/For%20Forum%201/th_TEGAKI__lawlwhut_by_mozaemonpico.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-2281215995560290729</id><published>2008-11-21T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:15:47.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phoenix Wright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooott!! Another great game in NDS. Haha I wouldn't know that it's a great game if I hadn't read the recommendations XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game is so much fun (although yes, NDS games are mostly fun!!). The character is interesting and I think the game is good for brain training XD&lt;br /&gt;*eeehh come to think of it, I should've try the 'Brain Age Academy...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game's story  is quite simple, I think. You're a Phoenix Wright, a defense attorney (I don't know... Is it any different to lawyer?) and have to clear the cases you encounter (I think they're all murders). The cases are connected with each other and the storyline is really interesting. The cases are serious, but it also has a humor thingy in it. If you have NDS, I recommend you these series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, Phoenix Wright has 4 series. Ace Attorney, Justice For All, Trials and Tribulations. I don't know about the 4th one, I think it hasn't released yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing the 1st and the 2nd one, haven't download the 3rd one (I think I'm going to download that now tee hee~), and looking forward to the 4th one XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told you about what's so interesting in Phoenix Wright series. Now I have to tell you the interesting things again.&lt;br /&gt;1. The game is by Capcom. Do you know what it means? It's the same game company of my favorite RPG all the time, Breath of Fire IV!! (and to you who say Final Fantasy is the best... Blerh. I don't buy it)&lt;br /&gt;2. It has my new favorite pairing. WRIGHT X EDGEWORTH FTW!! XDDD *Gee I think I have a serious problem when it comes to yaoi*&lt;br /&gt;3. MILES EDGEWORTH &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... I think... I think!!&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd do well as a lawyer instead of a doctor, don't you agree?? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-2281215995560290729?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2281215995560290729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=2281215995560290729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/2281215995560290729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/2281215995560290729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/phoenix-wright-woooott-another-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-8338070373661267960</id><published>2008-11-16T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T10:51:32.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should have search for my study material for tomorrow's tutorial, but I'm lazy =p&lt;br /&gt;I'm translating 'Gita Cinta' from Indonesia to English with my brother XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to translate it -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Because the lyric is some kind of poem in Indonesian. It's really beautiful and I want to share to you all. I hope I can share my Indonesian ability for you, so you can understand this song well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been translating this for almost 1 hour. Here's the result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hymn of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blossomed sprouted love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Find the first love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was buried by deep yearning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Increasingly deep, increasingly dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beautiful love has ended with sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heaved quietly in the dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adolescence time has ended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moved further away from the fragile thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I'm searching for a path of happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the street that was full of thorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To reach out the melted love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're moving further, further away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No longer i could find your soft smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was walking alone in the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Without any clear path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're just a frozen shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song tells you about a lost broken heart. If Whitney Houston asks you, "Where do broken hearts go?", well I just can say that they just walk in the darkness, without any clear path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It tells you about someone who is heart broken and still searching for the love. He even searches for just a little space of happiness. He even searches it on a street that is full of thorn. But the one he loves are moving further, further away and he couldn't find her soft smile again. He still searches for happiness, even now she is just a frozen shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, talk about the melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I listened 3 songs by Joe Hisaishi from his 'Encore' sheets music, played by my brother :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-8338070373661267960?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8338070373661267960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=8338070373661267960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/8338070373661267960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/8338070373661267960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-should-have-search-for-my-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-1795675535451402397</id><published>2008-11-16T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T07:53:37.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really want to laugh. Out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I was so pissed when I was in Jangka Buya. All my friends were talking about that jerk. Especially about his stories with girls. I really couldn't stand it at that time. I remember I yelled at my friend because she called me. I'm sorry, but that was because my mood was sooo bad. I couldn't explain how bad my mood was. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing them gossiping about him, made me really hurt. But I can't blame them. They don't know what he did for me, and I don't wish them to know either. I just sat there, I even hoped that I could make my ears go deaf (for a while). But somehow, I wanted to hear about it, although it hurts me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after the event was over, I smelled something suspicious between my friend and him. They have been text-messaging a lot in Jangka Buya... Until now. Where did I know it?? No one told me. I only can read between the lines and I'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He is SO easy to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend told me everything after I told her about what he has done to me. She was really shocked.&lt;br /&gt;"How... Wha... I can't believe it!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Shocking, right? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you think that a guy is a good guy because he is not bad-boy like... It turns out that you've been deceived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I began to take it easy. He is a player and I don't have any time mourning about him playing me. Although when my friend said that he taught her about some topic in pediatric, my heart still can feel the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psh. But not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend told me about the real him.&lt;br /&gt;On last Saturday night, they went out together. They stopped by the fast food restaurant, but my friend had to pay her own food. But not just that. There's plenty of stories, oh yes. This entry would be sooo long if I write it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like... "Really??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. Talk about a bad luck. As I thought, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he is dull as always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend was SOOOOO mad. Like crazy. She said that she won't do anything with him ever again. Although I was a bit upset when she cancelled her intention to take revenge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You gotta get what's comin' to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, for all the bad, bad things you do to your ladies!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-1795675535451402397?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1795675535451402397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=1795675535451402397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/1795675535451402397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/1795675535451402397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-really-want-to-laugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-3516951451094909974</id><published>2008-11-09T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:36:48.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ignoring A Guy We Like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah... Girls. Tsk tsk tsk. What we do is kinda strange, indeed -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard about girls who 'fakes' about something? For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/span&gt; It actually means &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate you for doing that. Why can't you understand grr...&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to do that...&lt;/span&gt; Actually means &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you for doing that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh. Yes. I'm one of that girl.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to fake about something, but it's just hard to show what I really feel.&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of that girl, who wants a guy to read between the lines and understand me, without me showing it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently, guys are dull about that things. Yeah. They're very straight forward about things, aren't they?? -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's this guy that I like. I won't babbling about how nice he is because he is nice to EVERYONE. And he usually do a little flirting to girls. Bad? No. Because normal people would think he is just joking *so I'm not normal?* O.o"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I mean is... I can't help it when he flirts. In Indonesian, we call it Ge Er. Short for Gede Rasa. It means that we feel happy and proud about unclear things.&lt;br /&gt;Example: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think he likes me!! I'm happy!! Weeeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in fact: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He doesn't even thinking about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid? Yesss. Why do we have to be happy about unclear things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine how sad is this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-3516951451094909974?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3516951451094909974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=3516951451094909974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/3516951451094909974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/3516951451094909974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/ignoring-guy-we-like-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-531782344628505399</id><published>2008-10-24T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:52:01.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heck... I want to write a comment for him (on FS), but it seems like everything I wrote is like... Whatever -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so wrong? He's my friend, right? He IS my friend, so why does it seem so hard just to write a comment to him? I just want to know what's his activity, why does it seem so hard? It's harder than my exam gah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG here comes the rapid heart beat. O.o"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-531782344628505399?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/531782344628505399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=531782344628505399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/531782344628505399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/531782344628505399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/10/heck.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-1636893144353422435</id><published>2008-10-10T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T08:06:43.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Generation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Kimutaku x Matsu Takako pairing. After seeing them in Long Vacation, I want to watch this dorama too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I finished watching eps 1 and the story is so great. It's not like these doramas nowadays. Ppffftt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda hard to think a 'cheerful' Matsu Takako -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that she was such a shy and innocent girl in Long Vacation, and I kinda get the feeling of 'down-to-earth'ness of her songs... It's just kinda surprising that she got a cheerful (and witty!!) character in Love Generation XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw Kimutaku in 1st eps, I was like, "Nonononooo... Not that hair again". Because seriously, what is wrong with that hair!!?? He looked great in 'Good Luck' dorama, but EEWW in 'Long Vacation'. But near the end of eps 1, he cut his hair and I was like... "OMG hawt!!" wakakkakakkaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people, I gotta get back for watching!! &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-1636893144353422435?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1636893144353422435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=1636893144353422435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/1636893144353422435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/1636893144353422435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-generation-another-kimutaku-x.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-7786038747158732632</id><published>2008-09-14T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:16:37.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so troubled... I wanted to make this blog a happy-go-lucky blog, but I think it's okay to post something crap once in a while. Tee hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's totally a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Glad that I said it in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how could i be so wrong it wasn't my turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to be fooled by him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; loved and left alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Club 8 - Those Charming Men&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-7786038747158732632?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7786038747158732632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=7786038747158732632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/7786038747158732632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/7786038747158732632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-so-troubled.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-3956652762076384586</id><published>2008-09-07T07:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T08:17:57.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got Nintendo DS Lite!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hwahhahhahahaaa... The first present I got for my 20th birthday is... NDS Lite (and it's the best present ever!!)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s243.photobucket.com/albums/ff38/FouLu_4/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00297.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff38/FouLu_4/DSC00297.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^the game is FF III~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I never thought I would get this thing!! When I first held NDS in my hand, it was the end of July 2008. It's not mine, of course. It's my friend's.&lt;br /&gt;Then I said to myself, "omg... That thing looks so fuuunn... I want itttt!!". But I know that my parents won't approve it so I just keep silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at the end of August, my brother asked me...&lt;br /&gt;My brother: "What do you want for your birthday? I wanted to give you an iPod but you already bought it&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nah... Forget it. I won't get it even I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;My brother: It's ok. Just spit it out. What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nintendo DS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think he google-ed it for a moment, then he answered)&lt;br /&gt;My brother: Okay. You can have it. But promise me you won't jeopardize your grade, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like... O.o" SERIOUSLY??&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think NDS is kinda too expensive for a birthday present? I felt bad at first, but I must admit that I want that thing. So bad. T^T I'm sorry, brother... *and thanks, btw*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for one week for my birthday, then my brother transfered the money through my friend's BCA account -_-"&lt;br /&gt;*thanks Fauzan!! ^^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahha... I'm so happy (why wouldn't I??) XD&lt;br /&gt;But I don't get to play it so long... Because the new semester was started. And I'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Damn you campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-3956652762076384586?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3956652762076384586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=3956652762076384586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/3956652762076384586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/3956652762076384586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-got-nintendo-ds-lite-xd.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-3342321563059689142</id><published>2008-08-12T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:11:43.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crazy PS-ing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew~ Today I made 4 graphic thingy (what should I call it? GPX?). Starting from noon until middle of the night (or should I say... Dawn?? Because it's 3 AM now -_-").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahha I love Photoshop-ing!! Thanks to the fellows in Sujunesia who kindly posted several tutorials that I need to know for making an icon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I thought making that kind of graphic was really hard. I saw Otto making some of those, and I felt dizzy (while feeling envy also). And when I tried it myself, it's not so hard... Instead, it's FUN!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found great tutorials in LJ. It's quite easy to follow and the result is nice!!&lt;br /&gt;Here's my result (I maybe followed her way, but the result is different a bit):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s243.photobucket.com/albums/ff38/FouLu_4/Show%20Off/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ERLENDresize.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff38/FouLu_4/Show%20Off/ERLENDresize.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? XD&lt;br /&gt;Why Erlend Oye, you ask? Simply because he is an adorable geek :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-3342321563059689142?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3342321563059689142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=3342321563059689142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/3342321563059689142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/3342321563059689142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/08/crazy-ps-ing-phew-today-i-made-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff38/FouLu_4/Show%20Off/th_ERLENDresize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-5737643616251515466</id><published>2008-07-22T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T05:29:00.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The one thing that i hate from asking for my parents' money is... That i can't always buy the things i like *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I rarely ask for something. But when i ask for a thing, that thing must be something i really want. And apparently, the things that i want are all expensive -_-"&lt;br /&gt;That's why, i want to finish my study quickly and make money, spend it to myself. But it's such a far dream. I still have 3 years to go out from this misery. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough babbling. Btw i posted this with my mobile. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-5737643616251515466?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5737643616251515466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=5737643616251515466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/5737643616251515466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/5737643616251515466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-thing-that-i-hate-from-asking-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-7439295902264564660</id><published>2008-07-18T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T08:07:39.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trip To Medan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At first, I felt a little bit pissed because my friend said we would take L300 (it's some kind of little bus, not that big bus I used to get) to Bireuen, then to Lhokseumawe, then to Medan. My friend said that we should drop by at our friends house to eat sate Matang -_-". I mean... We went in the morning, then we arrived in the next morning. If we got a big bus, we could went in the night and arrived in the next morning. That would be a really consuming-time trip -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just tagged along. I had no choice. And the important thing is, I'm going home. That is the big deal :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling with L300 was not horrible as people says. It was actually a lot comfort than big bus. I didn't feel any nauseous when we went up Seulawah ^^&lt;br /&gt;Then, we dropped by at our friends house in Bireuen. We ate sate Matang a lot XD&lt;br /&gt;Tasya ate 7 stick and added 5 times of rice -_-" Wkwkwkkwkw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Lhokseumawe with BE. At first, I didn't have any idea what BE is. My friend even said that we could fly with BE -_-"&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that BE is a short for 'Bireuen Express'. Yeah because it's not moving so smoothly, so we feel like flying XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we arrived at Lhokseumawe. Dropped by at Icha's house. Around 10 PM Tasya and I went to Medan with big bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a surprisingly cheap trip. We just spent around Rp.120k. Meanwhile, if we go with big bus at the first place, we may ended up spending around... More than Rp.150k -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahha it may not a luxury comfort trip, but that was really fun!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-7439295902264564660?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7439295902264564660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=7439295902264564660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/7439295902264564660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/7439295902264564660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/trip-to-medan-at-first-i-felt-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-191793706327102566</id><published>2008-07-10T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T14:03:08.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Randomness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Exam is over. I don't care about the result &gt;.&gt; I hate examssss. OSCE is coming up. I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sungmin is such a hawt when he plays guitar. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;3. Currently listening to AKB48 - Skirt, Hirari. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;4. My old crush sent me a message. Why is he always like this? And why am I always like this? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"           Why? Isn’t there anything I can resist?" - &lt;/span&gt;AKB48 -_-"&lt;br /&gt;5. I want to watch Long Vacation all over again but I'm sleepy and OSCE is coming up T^T&lt;br /&gt;6. Want to try the routine in 'Dear My Teacher', but I'm suck at dancing. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;7. Recently reading: Asatte no Houkou and Kashimashi. Nice stories. Cute pictures.&lt;br /&gt;8. Ono Erena: The Definition of cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;9. New favorite: DEPAPEPE&lt;br /&gt;10. Trying to get back to normal life. I always sleep at 5 AM and this is definitely NOT right. I had vertigo (BPPV) so I should learn a lesson from that -_-"&lt;br /&gt;11. School Rumble last chapter is nice~~ Eri FTW!!&lt;br /&gt;12. Ooohh it's Heechul's birthday!! XD&lt;br /&gt;13. It's 4 AM. Want to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-191793706327102566?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/191793706327102566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=191793706327102566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/191793706327102566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/191793706327102566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/randomness-i-hate-examssss.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-6309452941509357957</id><published>2008-07-05T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:22:42.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AKB48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to this Japan idol group.  I thought the most famous idol group in Japan is Morning Musume, but I was wrong (maybe I was, but to me AKB48 is better ^^).&lt;br /&gt;They have a large number, 48 girls, divided into 3 sub-groups, group A, K and B. Each group has 16 members, I think (and I thought Super Junior have absurd amount of members... -_-").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I like them? Hmm... Let's see. They're quite unique, I think. They're cute (don't get me wrong, who doesn't like cute things? XD). Their songs are fun (I like 'Dear My Teacher' the most). And most important... They wear Japanese school uniforms (seifuku) as their usual image &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm some kind of seifuku freak (maybe I am? XD), it's just that... I never got a chance to wear something like that T^T Those seifukus are too cute!! *and I had to wear those standart Indonesian high school uniform -_-"* I want to wear it... Maybe I should make one... *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommended songs!!&lt;br /&gt;Seifuku ga Jama wo Suru, Virgin Love, Dear My Teacher, Aitakatta!, Dakedo, Sakura no Hanabiratachi, Romance Irane!, Yuuhi wo Miteiru Ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw thanks to Panchili for introducing me about this cute group ^^&lt;br /&gt;PS: Love the karaoke!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-6309452941509357957?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6309452941509357957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=6309452941509357957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/6309452941509357957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/6309452941509357957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/akb48-im-addicted-to-this-japan-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-2835575606123296914</id><published>2008-07-04T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T09:47:17.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friends always ask me, "why do you enjoy so much watching Friends tv-series? It's an old tv-series, for God's sake!". And I always answer with, "Why? It's funny!!". That's what I always answer before I realize why I actually enjoy watching it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it's just a stupid reason. Well, some of us maybe have a hard times in our life (who doesn't? XD), then how do you react for it? Do you cry? Do you sigh? Do you feel depressed? Do you want to kill yourself? That's what us, normal person, react. Now can you imagine yourself, that you're being in a hard time (especially for the mistakes that you made), but you can still laugh at yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I watch from Friends tv-series, is that they are still able to laugh even when they have hard times. They are not making such a big deal of it. Although they don't have a job, divorces, mom killed herself, can't have a kid, and they are all lame with their love relationships... But they are still able to laugh at it... And laugh at theirselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why on Saturday night I always order a pizza and sit in front of my laptop or PC and turn on Friends ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention that they have really strong friendship bond. Just like the theme song laa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Even when I'm at my worst, I'm best with you!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-2835575606123296914?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2835575606123296914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=2835575606123296914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/2835575606123296914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/2835575606123296914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-friends-always-ask-me-why-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-1509924108754256179</id><published>2008-07-02T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T03:10:03.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Henry Lau a.k.a Henrietta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry Lau. The Violin Boy. Ahh~ He really blows my mind. For his talents... And looks XD&lt;br /&gt;From what I read, it seems like he is such a shy guy. I like shy guy XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine him with worry face and a red blush on his face... What a MOE!! *maniac laugh* That's right!! I'm an otaku!! *well that's not a thing to be proud at* I love looking at cute boys especially when they blush, wearing uniforms, with cute innocent face and eyes... Mwahahhaha... *man I sound like a freak* -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. Let's get back to topic, people.&lt;br /&gt;Henry. Violin. He reminds me a lot with 'Gunslinger Girl' anime. Yeah... The main Gunslinger Girl, Henrietta, plays violin. She has a cute face, innocent personality and often blushing. Yesssshh... Henry!! Henrietta!!&lt;br /&gt;Just then, I realized that their name is quite similar and I posted this!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: Now I can imagine Henry holds a gun that comes from his violin box (which is, everyone thinks that is really a violin box), then pouts when he can't accomplish a mission. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;Henry FTW!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-1509924108754256179?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1509924108754256179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=1509924108754256179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/1509924108754256179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/1509924108754256179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/henry-lau.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-1878023094071810969</id><published>2008-07-02T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T02:51:03.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9 PM, my friends (Tasya, Maya and Muli) came to my house to see me. They asked me about my condition and brought me bread ^^ Thanks~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I asked Tasya about campus. She said when she gave my sick letter, my classmates laughed -_-" Yeah. No wonder... Because I'M VERTIGO JUST LIKE IN THE BOOK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasya said it was because my blood circulation. Especially the circulation to my brain. I always stay up so late. This is not an 'acute' condition, so when my brain doesn't have enough blood, I suffer vertigo -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that makes sense. I always stay up so late. I should get back to normal life -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's almost 2 AM in the morning and I'm still with my eyes wide open. Bad meeeehh, I know. This is SO not right. I might end up collapse in college!! Okay I guess I have no choice but tuck myself on my bed... *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-1878023094071810969?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1878023094071810969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=1878023094071810969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/1878023094071810969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/1878023094071810969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/9-pm-my-friends-tasya-maya-and-muli.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-3539133731069176708</id><published>2008-07-01T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T00:44:50.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got sick -_-" I threw up twice. God, I'm so weak...&lt;br /&gt;My father woke me up by opening my door at 8 in the morning. I suddenly woke up, then my father asked me to drop him in front of the hospital. I shook my head to say 'no', because I suddenly felt REALLY dizzy. It felt like... I could feel this world's rotation. And it rotated so quickly -_-"&lt;br /&gt;OMG... What happened to me? Am I... Vertigo?? (In medical world, Vertigo means dizzy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I sat up on my bed. The dizziness was decreased. When I tried to lie down again, I got dizzy again!! What the hell was happening to meee!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went downstairs to meet my dad and asked if he knew something. He said that I shouldn't stay up so late and he checked my blood pressure. 90/60 -_-" How low was that??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes, but it made me dizzier and dizzier... Then... I threw up T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a bit comfort after throwing up, but when I went upstairs again to sleep, when I woke up, I threw up again T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG could vertigo feel this bad!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What am I gonna do? I can't sleep, even I close my eyes I still feel dizzy!! What, do I have to just sit here all day??", I thought of that. Really. I was sick. But I couldn't sleep (I could, actually. But whenever I tried to sleep, I got REALLY dizzy), I couldn't even close my eyes!! T^T This was soooo miserable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I groaned and drowned my head to pillow, searching for a nice position. I finally got to sleep. I guess it was because I felt a lot better after throwing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what's more interesting?&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't go to my college today. And my friend called me, asking whether I was sick or not. I told her all. From waking up until the throwing up. Then she said, "hey!! That was what we learned in class today!! Just like the case in the book!!"&lt;br /&gt;And I said, "Wha...?"&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Yea you're vertigo!! Just like in the book!"&lt;br /&gt;When I hung up the phone, I quickly opened the book. OMG yes. Yesssss I'm vertigo JUST LIKE IN THE BOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The case goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;Mando felt dizzy suddenly after he woke up. He felt his surroundings was turning, he felt nauseous and felt like throwing up and he had cold sweat. The dizziness became more and more when Mando turning his head to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-3539133731069176708?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3539133731069176708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=3539133731069176708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/3539133731069176708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/3539133731069176708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-got-sick-i-threw-up-twice.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386868535608405232.post-5902061436086025599</id><published>2008-06-30T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:08:15.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Days At My Mom's Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My mom's secretary was sick so I had to be the secretary for 3 days. The secretary came to the office in Friday too, but still I have to work there too. Because it was too busy. The deadline was coming to close and my mother doesn't like to lose -_-" *yeah tell me about it*&lt;br /&gt;I wished I recorded those moments because it was such a panic situation we got there. Peoples were running from here to there, yelling at each other (and at me too), and didn't even have time to eat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job was actually simple and easy. I just have to fill the names into the card with Corel Draw 12. How simple is that, huh?? ^^ Yea, I could enjoy my time doing my job, listening to my iPod. To tell you the truth and I'm not bragging about it, I was pretty fast kekeke~ So I chuckled and said to my mom's colleague, "is there anything I can type more? No? Awh that's too bad". Then I sat there, playing Zuma to kill some times until I got another names to type.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the situation became more panic. Peoples were rushing me to do those names and print it!! OMG I almost can't handle those things!! They kept giving me names to type, while I wasn't done doing the previous one -_-"&lt;br /&gt;I could only said to them, "Okay... Coming!!". I almost yelled at them too, but fortunately I still could handle my emotions kekeke XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh... I don't know... Those typing things were nice. Although people were yelling at me and those panic situation... I just enjoyed those moments. It was very tiring, though. But somehow I felt happy ^^&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just drop my college and doing those stuffs?? XDD&lt;br /&gt;Joking.. My parents would be mad if they ever read this!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I got Paper Lace's The Night Chicago Died. It sounds exactly like SuJu KRY singing, only Paper Lace's sounds a bit older XD&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh I recorded my own voice singing 'A Whole New World'. Hey I'm quite good singing men's voices XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now. It's our Super Leader's birthday, Leeteuk!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/386868535608405232-5902061436086025599?l=townofdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5902061436086025599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=386868535608405232&amp;postID=5902061436086025599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/5902061436086025599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/386868535608405232/posts/default/5902061436086025599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://townofdawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/3-days-at-my-moms-office-my-moms.html' title=''/><author><name>Fou-Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
