<?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-3010466399588123697</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:33:08.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Nice Guy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hatori Kitsuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740714997243678203</uri><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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010466399588123697.post-3104367240373798953</id><published>2009-04-14T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T02:43:31.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't you say something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky looks blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So does our school skirt you don't need to look that far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's nice... my bag is blue too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;... I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess... NADASHIKO FLOWER'S!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;once again you have no life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Danna... how's your maths revision today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel like vomiting blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that bad... Least you do understand a little with Kim's help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still feel like vomiting blood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Easter's week... I'll get you some chocolate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ya you better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 bars... You owe me 8 fucking bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Danna... Cookies 'n' cream, Hershey's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ya you better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmhmm.... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done by: Karin in bold and Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make something up because Danna want's me to do it... So Yup... Rain here anyway... Chocolate... I can only think of chocolate... I'm sorry... It's Easter... I know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; HAPPY ONE MONTH TO HATORI AND RAIGA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the 15th so I'm wishing you both earlier... Soon the both of you would receive my letter... That's the only thing I can do for this month... I've been busy with homework... I'm so sorry... Yup... Okay... I can't think anymore thanks to Danna and Kim for polluting my mind on the phone with Jonny... Okay... I'll stop here. Yup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Updated-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010466399588123697-3104367240373798953?l=hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/feeds/3104367240373798953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/3104367240373798953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/3104367240373798953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Hatori Kitsuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740714997243678203</uri><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-3010466399588123697.post-392036876235451317</id><published>2009-03-24T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:04:07.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since i've posted.&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy for a long time, especially with White Day and Recordings :)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you once again PsychoSomatic for sending me the tracks on time. The completed version will be returned to each of you in time..&lt;br /&gt;Flowers!! Everywhere. They decorated the corridors and scented the hall. every room received an iris for White Day, with concise instructions from Yayoi. Thank you for... um. The manly decorations. No offence :) I liked the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;TSUBAKI!! (I believe i might be high.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid... Afraid...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010466399588123697-392036876235451317?l=hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/feeds/392036876235451317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-everyone-its-been-long-time-since.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/392036876235451317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/392036876235451317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-everyone-its-been-long-time-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Hatori Kitsuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740714997243678203</uri><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-3010466399588123697.post-5468395371303533578</id><published>2009-03-19T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T05:19:16.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Japan!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we're here now... in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which is HUGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It IS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Whatever suits you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I met Yoi koi's parents yesterday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, it seems homosexuality runs in our veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think they like me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... No kidding, genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They gave me a car!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gave US a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Same thing. Cause you're not going to use it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... touche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok, well, Yoi koi's sister is adorably...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;... Annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, i'm sorry. She is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's fine. She's just a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overprotective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, she's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overbearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD, she's just DAMN IRRITATING, ok?!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because she's straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just cause she's Hetero she can hate my guts!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course not! Where did you get the idea she hated you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, i don't know... when she threw her freakin' DINNER at me!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh wow, an accident when a plate of sushi flies DIRECTLY into my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And also, the baseball just HAPPENS to hit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;... Nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... you get an idea how it's going over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up. We'll drive around tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Really!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm. That's about it, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010466399588123697-5468395371303533578?l=hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/feeds/5468395371303533578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/03/greetings-from-japan-well-were-here-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/5468395371303533578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/5468395371303533578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/03/greetings-from-japan-well-were-here-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Hatori Kitsuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740714997243678203</uri><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-3010466399588123697.post-2956868570718460934</id><published>2009-02-13T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:25:25.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Start of Years had ended not long ago.&lt;br /&gt;Cosplaying, as we all know, originated from Japan. Dressing up as one of your favourite characters.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised. i haven't gone as far as to cosplay myself, but i have friends who spend tons of money and lots of time on this, and sometimes they even get paid for it. Not all of the pictures below feature people i know, but some do. And sometimes, in the past, i would be asked along to a photoshoot. The most vivid one i could remember was a Deathnote one, and a Final Fantasy one as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWN9h5J3LI/AAAAAAAAAE8/zv0JkbQDuNs/s1600-h/Yuna+from+FF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWN9h5J3LI/AAAAAAAAAE8/zv0JkbQDuNs/s400/Yuna+from+FF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302300224508255410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yuna from Final Fantasy!! This wasn't the shoot i had gone to, though, so i didn't know this person. But she is very pretty, i suppose. But Yuna's hair was better when it was shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWN9Q8fT6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/-A3E3Jv0qhg/s1600-h/Shinrei+From+Samurai+Deeper+Kyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWN9Q8fT6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/-A3E3Jv0qhg/s400/Shinrei+From+Samurai+Deeper+Kyo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302300219958841250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWN9Sh1nmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4mJVFb74XJc/s1600-h/Rosiel+from+angel+Sanctuary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWN9Sh1nmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4mJVFb74XJc/s400/Rosiel+from+angel+Sanctuary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302300220383927906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Asakura Midoru was my friend in Grade school ^^ isn't she pretty up there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWN9W2x04I/AAAAAAAAAEk/KUtd_GQSRVo/s1600-h/Kurapika+HXH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWN9W2x04I/AAAAAAAAAEk/KUtd_GQSRVo/s400/Kurapika+HXH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302300221545501570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This should be Kurapika from Hunter X Hunter. Those contacts must have cost a bomb. The detailing in them is very fine and precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWN9LlAnCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DqA2PDvVKQc/s1600-h/Kaga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWN9LlAnCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DqA2PDvVKQc/s400/Kaga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302300218518182946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWNoZykNpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4DvkJg4m2L8/s1600-h/Hokuto+and+Subaru+from+Tokyo+Babylon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWNoZykNpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4DvkJg4m2L8/s400/Hokuto+and+Subaru+from+Tokyo+Babylon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302299861555885714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was where Karin got her images for the drawing she gave me, so we know who these 2 are!! Our very own Hisagi and Yayoi used to be professional cosplayers. Hisagi hates this picture because he says he looks too girly =D Yayoi loves it for the same reason.&lt;br /&gt;The picture was taken about 2 years ago, so they look very different now. Both grew taller, Yayoi's slightly taller, and his hair is long, down to midback. Hisagi's hair is the same colour, but slightly grown out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWNoU-eJRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ig9GGvUsr5Q/s1600-h/Hikaru+from+hikaru+no+go.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWNoU-eJRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ig9GGvUsr5Q/s400/Hikaru+from+hikaru+no+go.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302299860263642386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha!! Hikaru from Hikaru No Go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWNoVmbGiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RDa6Lst0dQw/s1600-h/George+From+Paradise+Kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWNoVmbGiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RDa6Lst0dQw/s400/George+From+Paradise+Kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302299860431215138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This shot reminded me of the bassist in NaNa, the movie. In one of the scenes, he was wearing something similar. But the Bassist's, Shin's, that is, hair colour was silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWNoB1I5zI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dZYApR3w7o4/s1600-h/Code+Geass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWNoB1I5zI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dZYApR3w7o4/s400/Code+Geass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302299855124227890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Code Geass cosplay was Amazing. The entire thread ran for a month and a half!! And his contact lenses are emerald green, one of the colours i don't have. (Yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWNoDvZ1tI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_G6uR27Wwoo/s1600-h/Chii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWNoDvZ1tI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_G6uR27Wwoo/s400/Chii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302299855637042898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chi. The picture of innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWNap0YcTI/AAAAAAAAADs/_-GrSyvhd9w/s1600-h/Hitonari+Hiiragi+from+i%27ll++crazy+kouzu+basketball+club.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWNap0YcTI/AAAAAAAAADs/_-GrSyvhd9w/s400/Hitonari+Hiiragi+from+i%27ll++crazy+kouzu+basketball+club.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302299625340301618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This guy was one of my friends in middle school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWNaa1cEXI/AAAAAAAAADk/epn3oy7sm0k/s1600-h/Tachibana+Akane+from+i%27ll++crazy+kouzu+basketball+club.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWNaa1cEXI/AAAAAAAAADk/epn3oy7sm0k/s400/Tachibana+Akane+from+i%27ll++crazy+kouzu+basketball+club.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302299621318201714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This guy, too. both were major fans of this anime, I'll/Crazy Kouzu Basketball Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWNaawtkGI/AAAAAAAAADc/P2ls21fpAok/s1600-h/Winry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWNaawtkGI/AAAAAAAAADc/P2ls21fpAok/s400/Winry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302299621298376802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Ever classic FMA cosplayers. This is, obviously, Winry Rockbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWNafXOy7I/AAAAAAAAADU/8c50Pwk_fnc/s1600-h/Riza+Hawkeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWNafXOy7I/AAAAAAAAADU/8c50Pwk_fnc/s400/Riza+Hawkeye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302299622533680050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favourite Riza Hawkeye Cosplay. She was my classmate for a year. Then she migrated, sadly. Not sure where, but the photographers are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWNaYiSLLI/AAAAAAAAADM/Jhj5P8SHI2c/s1600-h/edward+elric.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWNaYiSLLI/AAAAAAAAADM/Jhj5P8SHI2c/s400/edward+elric.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302299620700990642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, of course, Edward Elric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWMvhKbArI/AAAAAAAAADE/O4HVOym5Gng/s1600-h/Sasuke+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWMvhKbArI/AAAAAAAAADE/O4HVOym5Gng/s400/Sasuke+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302298884282450610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWMvT73buI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eTCOlRlOucE/s1600-h/Sasuke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 359px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWMvT73buI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eTCOlRlOucE/s400/Sasuke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302298880731737826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictures of Sasuke Uchiha, as always. A very widely played character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWOG2O3goI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QtE-zO7ahfo/s1600-h/Yondaime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWOG2O3goI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QtE-zO7ahfo/s400/Yondaime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302300384586859138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like this Yondaime picture the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWMuaYNF6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/NVXh7G0pYTs/s1600-h/L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWMuaYNF6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/NVXh7G0pYTs/s400/L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302298865281341346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L in one of his screen shot-phases. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWMr-EdoJI/AAAAAAAAACs/gzYba-Dh518/s1600-h/Light+Yagami+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWMr-EdoJI/AAAAAAAAACs/gzYba-Dh518/s400/Light+Yagami+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302298823322607762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light Yagami looks like he has orange hair with this lighting. I know this guy, he's still in my school now. (Hohoho.) His name?? Not telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWMrBLmh4I/AAAAAAAAACk/epLi8SlcIc0/s1600-h/Light+Yagami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWMrBLmh4I/AAAAAAAAACk/epLi8SlcIc0/s400/Light+Yagami.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302298806977988482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Same as the person above.&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/3010466399588123697-2956868570718460934?l=hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/feeds/2956868570718460934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/02/start-of-years-had-ended-not-long-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/2956868570718460934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/2956868570718460934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/02/start-of-years-had-ended-not-long-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Hatori Kitsuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740714997243678203</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SZWN9h5J3LI/AAAAAAAAAE8/zv0JkbQDuNs/s72-c/Yuna+from+FF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010466399588123697.post-3501514481468479534</id><published>2009-02-12T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:44:53.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;WELCOME KEA AND NATE TO SINGAPORE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it's really so great... I've realised how much Kea hates the weather here... ==" He couldn't stop talking about how ****ing &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; it was ==" When he was talking, that is...&lt;br /&gt;but then again, the climate is extremely different from that in France.&lt;br /&gt;No blaming him or Nate, i guess ^^&lt;br /&gt;We're going to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RECORD&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday ^^ I can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Earth Angel [Death Cab For Cutie], I Hate Everything About You [3 Days Grace], Never Too Late [3 Days Grace], Tainted Love [Marilyn Manson] and I Hope You Dance [Lee Ann Womack]. If we have the time, All Out Of Love [Air Supply].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Earth Angel: Everyone will be singing on record, with the instrumental recorded before hand.&lt;br /&gt;-I Hate Everything About You: Everyone will be at their usual positions. I and Kea on vocals.&lt;br /&gt;-Never Too Late: I and Ian on vocals, and the usual positions.&lt;br /&gt;-Tainted love: Prerecorded vocals of Kea, the rest of us on instrumentals.&lt;br /&gt;-I Hope You Dance: I and Nate on vocals, usual positions.&lt;br /&gt;-All Out Of Love (optional): All on vocals, prerecorded instrumentals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!! I know, Kea has mastered the insane beats for Tainted Love. Plus, he managed to send me his track &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(AMAZINGLY)&lt;/span&gt; on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;[Kea: THANKS.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've done Welcome To The Black Parade and I Miss You via the sound mixer program in our school's Digital Media club ^^ I can't believe it!! Thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Psycho Somatic&lt;/span&gt;!! Sending in your tracks on time really made everything so much easier!!&lt;br /&gt;It's good we're all together... we need to record a few good songs to complete our 4th album before you 2 go back to France, Paris!! I swear, i'll treat everyone to a nice dinner, since Saturday is, after all, Valentine's day?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, those 2 are going off on their own, so Raiga will be joining us ^^ just for the afternoon, he has something on in the morning and night. Besides, SJS policy states we shouldn't actually be going out, but hey. whatever. And besides, Yayoi and Hisagi are doing it. In fact, i'm a student council member, and i'm doing it!! Mustn't matter too much, then ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to go out tomorrow!! It's fine if we just go for a movie or something, really. Birthdays aren't all that important, they're just another day of 365. I'll be meeting everyone at the MRT station, and Kea will pick us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;THE NIGHT WILL BE DECLARED TO BE THE BEST NIGHT OF POKER AND SAKE EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;You'll get cheered up... just barely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;, though.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry, Kea kun.&lt;br /&gt;But he'll get out sooner if he behaves, which is something i'm sure Jonny kun is capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Every Room made kept Awake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;By Every Silent Scream We Make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010466399588123697-3501514481468479534?l=hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/feeds/3501514481468479534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-kea-and-nate-to-singapore-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/3501514481468479534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/3501514481468479534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-kea-and-nate-to-singapore-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Hatori Kitsuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740714997243678203</uri><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-3010466399588123697.post-6827088464164482504</id><published>2009-02-07T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T06:31:13.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Valentines Day is Nearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what a big thing this was for girls. Everyone in our school is kicking up a huge fuss about this. Generally, all the guys are together on one thing: we feel it's kind of a waste of time. But alright, if it's really important to all girls, we'll just go along with it and try our best to smile while mobbed.&lt;br /&gt;It is, after all, only one day in the entire year which is a day dedicated to, erm, love. (? the motive is now questionable.) I know for a fact that prices of chocolates and roses go up in singapore on this day. What a way to make money. Yayoi's family must be having a field day with their Ikebana business. I know he's having a field day coming up with the Valentino Flower Arrangement for our school. And planning ahead (WAY, WAY ahead) for the White Day Celebration, which is, apparantly, the big day for *AHEM* manly guys like us. (==") Honestly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you lost the debate, Karin san, Kim san.&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel too bad, there'll be 2 more chances, right? And this time there wasn't any real challenge anyway, stylistically. Temasek can't debate at all. The videos on the internet are appalling.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, the Chief Adjudicator went with your side of the house, and awarded one of you best speaker, right? That means you did something right. That's a good thing, and the other 2 judges just have noodles for brains. Don't worry about them. You're convincing the right person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know what you're thinking right now, Karin san. "Stop trying to psycho-analize me, you dumass, i'm not falling for it.")&lt;br /&gt;I swear i'm not trying to cheer you up. I had a video of one of your debates viewed, you're comparable to schools who were better. It's just a pity that your policy wasn't followed up on. And you shouldn't read from your speech. That's one of the things that was extremely noticable about your speech. Other than that, you and the rest of your team did very well.&lt;br /&gt;Just note all the things you've done wrong and remedy them in your next debate, and note all the things you've done right and capitalize on them as well. You'll do great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitsukake sempai, I KNOW you're coming on my blog. Don't lie to me. Tag it!! Sheesh. Just a hello, come on. We see each other everyday in school. You too, Asaki san!! Or i won't tutor you in Maths!! (Just kidding. Don't worry =)&lt;br /&gt;More studying with Yayoi ensues!!&lt;br /&gt;Only that tonight, it's going to be on the roof, with lots of wind, so we're going to have to bring our jackets and some hot SAKE. (yesssssssssssssssss.) Hisagi and Raiga are going to join us once they're done helping Wakako san and Narumi kun with  with their group assignment. And they'll bring up their literature texts so we can study those because THEY need tutoring in it. For now, time for some serious World History!!&lt;br /&gt;(I need to figure out why on earth i'm so excited.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you the one for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;What if i said those magic words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Would I subject myself to your pity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't give me your pity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I only want you to love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;My past is my burden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Not a reason for tainted love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The Catalark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Climb aboard sapphire wings&lt;br /&gt;And we shall travel to where the Catalark sings.&lt;br /&gt;Hear their familiar tunes from when we met:&lt;br /&gt;- Dreams and past lives,&lt;br /&gt;- Bleeding tears and sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;Recall the time when the Catalark swam&lt;br /&gt;And all our memories together began.&lt;br /&gt;Watch as the Catalark sails through the sky&lt;br /&gt;And misting water as it dives.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss my lips&lt;br /&gt;And fade too deep;&lt;br /&gt;Into the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;And into sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Taste the frost of the Catalark's breath&lt;br /&gt;As it sings about life after death.&lt;br /&gt;Touch the sun&lt;br /&gt;And lick the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back&lt;br /&gt;Or wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;Caress my face one last time&lt;br /&gt;As the Catalark's clock ticks away nine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010466399588123697-6827088464164482504?l=hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/feeds/6827088464164482504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-is-nearing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/6827088464164482504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/6827088464164482504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-is-nearing.html' title=''/><author><name>Hatori Kitsuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740714997243678203</uri><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-3010466399588123697.post-1628348651384734413</id><published>2009-02-06T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:52:14.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH MY GOD THAT'S FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago, we had PE.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i'd like to express how Hisagi kun's aiming was &lt;s&gt;very much&lt;/s&gt; not directed at Yuki's face, it just HAPPENED to hit her &lt;s&gt;on purpose&lt;/s&gt; by accident.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I haven't blogged for quite awhile... i guess it's more of a i'm extremely busy kind of thing. There has been countless projects since the start of the semester, and tests, too. I have to study for Physics soon.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Yayoi and Hisagi are all the school's been about these few days. It's somewhat akin to a scandal ==" They've never let anyone on about them being together, and since Yayoi's the level president and Hisagi's in the council with him, lots of speculations have occured about what goes on behind closed doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Some of which aren't completely untrue...&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which isn't the point.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, since it's all out, i'll tell you something about both of them. They're what Karin san calls "interesting". And i have t say, they are, in a corrupted, double sided kind of way. I've been told that when they're with others, Hisagi's generally more commanding and demanding. But when they're in private, the opposite seems to ensue. Heh. If you know what i mean. (It's an inside joke ==")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayoi's actually a distant relative of a royal. (It sounds ridiculous, but it's true.) If you trace all the way back to ancient Japanese history, he's a direct decendant. His mother was of the royal bloodline. Yayoi's family consists of his 2 mothers, an older brother and 2 younger sisters, all of whom are adopted. (Yayoi is ok with letting people know about him as long as they don't talk about it when he isn't around.) He loves his family very much.&lt;br /&gt;Yayoi's family specialises in Ikebana, the Japanese art of flower arrangement. His mothers and sisters have practise in this field (forgive the terrible pun...), and from time to time, Yayoi helps the school spruce up its festivities with flower arrangements according to the season. His older brother is a doctor who specialises in cardiac arrest and organ transplant operations and Yayoi hopes to be a literature scholar in future. He holds the highest grades in the whole school, followed by me and another student named Ochiai in third.&lt;br /&gt;Hisagi's father is the brother of one of the Japanese team football players. (Not saying which one.) His family specialises in sports, and consists of his mother, his father, and 3 brothers, one younger in grade school, and 2 older, one in Uni and the other working and married.&lt;br /&gt;Hisagi can play any sort of sport except ice hockey, water polo and sports of a gymnastic theme, like &lt;s&gt;(HAHAHAHAHAHA)&lt;/s&gt; ribbonic gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;Hisagi was, 3 times in a row for the previous sports days, deemed the most fit and sporting.&lt;br /&gt;He also specialises in Akido, Kendo, Karate, Judo, and his best skill, Hokuto Shinken. This may be described as destructive accupuncture, whereby a person's vital points are accurately stabbed in order for the nevous system in part of the persn's body to cease functioning, thereby paralysing part of his or her body. Well, that was a little o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;n the sempais. Yesterday was friday, wasn't it? They had soccer practise yesterday, Raiga and Hisagi. They were still juniors in terms of age, but Hisagi is the team captain, and Raiga is the vice. Me and Yayoi had been studying some on the roof and were tired, so we went down to get some drinks (HORLICKS for me, NesCafe for him) and managed to catch some of their practise.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, one of the older seniors who had to repeat a year started picking on Hisagi. He started&lt;br /&gt;making fun of his gender preferences, and after about 5 minutes of no reaction, switched to making fun of Yayoi. A couple of seniors who didn't like a younger team captain joined in. The moment they started on Yayoi sempai and his parents, i saw Yayoi's face get angry and Hisagi directed a kick at the largest guy's gut.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, all three of the seniors started in on Hisagi, and when Raiga tried to help, one held him back. Hisagi received a cut on the side of his head and he sprained his wrist. He yelled with pain, and Yayoi grabbed a rake from the shed beside us and went down to the field. I tried, but&lt;br /&gt;failed, to stop him. (Yayoi gets this black mood thing when he's angry, and then you just feel like... staying away.) &lt;/span&gt;He broke off the metal part with the flat of his foot and taped the 2 guys holding Hisagi on their shoulders with the wooden stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Yayoi: "Let go of him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which, of course, they didn't respond. Which left Yayoi to hurt them with his makeshift kendo sword. Hisagi was attended to by Raiga, who, with some of my help, managed to throw the guy holding him back off, and was currently groaning in a near comatose state.&lt;br /&gt;Then Yayoi jabbed his stick at the neck of the guy who first started it and he adopted a mad grin in his eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: H... hey... This isn't good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Raiga: Are we going to run or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hisagi: No way. This is better than Bleach!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Raiga: You still watch Bleach?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: What's wrong with watching Bleach?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hisagi: Hey, shut up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before i go on, everyone has to understand the nature of Yayoi's upbringing. (Which he only dared to share with us when he was really, REALLY drunk. His alchohol max intake is surprisingly low.) When Yayoi was 10, He and his brother had a wide age gap, so even by then, his Brother was already working. Yayoi's childhood games consisted of educational biology games, where he was taught precisely where each organ was located, and where to cut in order to conduct a operational transplant. (If he was lucky, he'd get to play with his brother's Scalpel. Heh. Again, inside joke.) A freaky but interesting childhood, the kind which would result in a person like Yayoi.&lt;br /&gt;So now, when Yayoi pulled out a PERMANENT black marker from his pocket and uncapped it, we all kind of had this small chill running up our spine. It was like the temperature dropped some 80 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;Yayoi tilted his head as though considering something, and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Now, where should we dissect?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy started yelling at him to shut up and hurling abuse at everyone. Yayoi jabbed his neck sharply and he went into a coughing fit, which escalated at Yayoi stepped on his stomach. He glanced at Hisagi, who was yawning, and smiled at the person under his foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Yayoi: What did you call me before? A Gay? Well put then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began writing something on the guys chest, which all 3 of us bystanders nosily leant in to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Raiga: I... Got...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Owned... By...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hisagi: A... Gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Raiga and Hisagi: PFFT............... HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as Yayoi, smirking, left his and Hisagi's initials below the clear, double lined message, the sky turned orange and we made plans for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention Attention,&lt;br /&gt;May i have all your eyes and ears,&lt;br /&gt;To the front of the room,&lt;br /&gt;If only...&lt;br /&gt;If only for one second...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010466399588123697-1628348651384734413?l=hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/feeds/1628348651384734413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/02/hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/1628348651384734413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/1628348651384734413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/02/hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha-oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Hatori Kitsuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740714997243678203</uri><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-3010466399588123697.post-6151869997806786844</id><published>2009-01-19T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T01:41:51.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look, Yuki.&lt;br /&gt;You don't come onto my blog ever again.&lt;br /&gt;Ever.&lt;br /&gt;And if you insult Raiga or me ever again, I will not hesitate to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;And if you know me, do not try me.&lt;br /&gt;Do not try me.&lt;br /&gt;I will do it.&lt;br /&gt;We are not in a gay relationship. Do not say things that are not true.&lt;br /&gt;It irritates me to see you on my comment box.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention your comment IN my comment box.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, it is spelt "F I D D L E", with 2 d's. Not one.&lt;br /&gt;Leave Raiga alone.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like it, leave me alone, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010466399588123697-6151869997806786844?l=hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/feeds/6151869997806786844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/01/look-yuki.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/6151869997806786844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/6151869997806786844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/01/look-yuki.html' title=''/><author><name>Hatori Kitsuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740714997243678203</uri><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-3010466399588123697.post-6160335255776407622</id><published>2009-01-15T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:49:00.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SW8PDOZubAI/AAAAAAAAACU/THTAdywhBeE/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291464635263642626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SW8PDOZubAI/AAAAAAAAACU/THTAdywhBeE/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to right, Hisagi Rotoko, Yayoi Mizuki&lt;br /&gt;Picture comissioned from SuiSide on DeviantArt, Karin san&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, YAYOI AND HISAGI SEMPAI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[Blogging with Permission from both parties]&lt;br /&gt;On this very date 3 years ago, Yayoi and Hisagi sempai met on a plane bound for Singapore, from their same school in Japan, Tokyo. They had not met before, nor did they care about what happened to the other. They were seated next to each other on the plane, and were assigned as dorm partners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subsequently for a year, Yayoi and Hisagi sempai hated each other. Or at least, they thought they did.&lt;br /&gt;But after second Sem, something changed.&lt;br /&gt;They began to see only the good things in each other, and when glimpsing the bad, liked it as well, liking each other completely and fully. Liking each other as a whole. In third Sem, Yayoi began to realize first, his feelings for Hisagi. Hisagi, the more stupid of the relationship [sorry ^^'], only realised later on in forth sem.&lt;br /&gt;On this very day a year ago, Yayoi sempai confessed his love to Hisagi sempai in front of the whole class!! And Hisagi sempai publicly reciprocated his love. Isn't that so nice?&lt;br /&gt;They've been together for a whole year!! That's so great for them ^^&lt;br /&gt;Like it says, the picture was done by Karin san ^^ Thank you so much, your style has improved from last time. And the bonus drawing below is really good, too :] I really appreciate it. However scanlations had to be done on your office scanner, i understand, so the pictures were slightly modified. I totally understand, scanners screw things up sometimes. I hate that too =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, Congratulations to Yayoi and Hisagi Sempai!!! May your relationship last through thick and thin!!! ^^&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291464636498864818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SW8PDTAOarI/AAAAAAAAACc/kei1nq932k8/s400/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The idea is there ^^'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010466399588123697-6160335255776407622?l=hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/feeds/6160335255776407622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/01/left-to-right-hisagi-rotoko-yayoi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/6160335255776407622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/6160335255776407622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/01/left-to-right-hisagi-rotoko-yayoi.html' title=''/><author><name>Hatori Kitsuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740714997243678203</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SW8PDOZubAI/AAAAAAAAACU/THTAdywhBeE/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010466399588123697.post-3037085750426602615</id><published>2009-01-10T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T06:26:20.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why does&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; EvErYoNe&lt;/span&gt; keep asking??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Particulars]&lt;br /&gt;Name: Hatori Kitsuke&lt;br /&gt;Age: 17 this year (2009)&lt;br /&gt;School: Singapore Japanese School&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: 13/02/1992&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Medical]&lt;br /&gt;Blood: AB&lt;br /&gt;Medical Conditions: I have a low white blood cell count. I fall easily to sickness. And i am very frail, apparantly, which i find, frankly, quite stupid =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Physical]&lt;br /&gt;Height: 169cm&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 62.5kg&lt;br /&gt;Hair colour: Matte black, or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Hair length: Shoulder length, able to be tied up.&lt;br /&gt;Eye colour: Black.&lt;br /&gt;Contact Lenses: Silver tinted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Favourites]&lt;br /&gt;Food: Sushi!! And i have an intense liking to Subway cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Beverage: Sake and Sapporo, water.&lt;br /&gt;Colour: Black, Silver, Crimson Red, White...&lt;br /&gt;Animal: Cats and Snakes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;001. Name → Hatori Kitsuke.&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname(s) → Hattie, Hattee, Ha'...&lt;br /&gt;003. Status → Away from Home.&lt;br /&gt;004. Zodiac sign → Aquarius, I think...&lt;br /&gt;005. Male or female → I am a Male 0.o&lt;br /&gt;006. Elementary → Through with it.&lt;br /&gt;007. Middle School → Mm hmm!!&lt;br /&gt;008. High School → According to Singapore or Japan's system?&lt;br /&gt;009. Smart → Supposedly??&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair color → Black.&lt;br /&gt;011. Long or short → Medium, maybe... to my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;012. Loud or Quiet → Usually quiet.&lt;br /&gt;013. Sweats or Jeans → Jeans, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;014. Phone or Camera → ...Phone.&lt;br /&gt;015. Health freak → Maybe a little?&lt;br /&gt;016. Drink or Smoke? → I drink, but i don't smoke. And i can hold my liquor.&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone? → Perhaps??&lt;br /&gt;018. Eating or Drinking → Don't they always come together.&lt;br /&gt;019. Piercings → Currently, 2 on my left ear, one on my right.&lt;br /&gt;020. Tattoos → Not ever going to get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;023. First piercing → When i was... 8.&lt;br /&gt;024. First best friend → Raphael Kea!!!&lt;br /&gt;025. First award → 1st place in interschool English speech competition in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;026. First crush → Hahaha. Very funny.&lt;br /&gt;027. First pet → A snake. A small grass snake.&lt;br /&gt;028. First big vacation → To France!!&lt;br /&gt;030. First big birthday → ... My parents never did let me have a "big birthday".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;049. Eating → I'm chewing a cube of ice.&lt;br /&gt;050. Drinking → Water.&lt;br /&gt;052. I'm about to → Continue chatting on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to → Never Too Late, 3 Days Grace&lt;br /&gt;054. Plans for today → You mean tonight? To sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE:&lt;br /&gt;058. Want kids? → Haven't thought that far. I just want my sister!! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married? → I'm not sure...&lt;br /&gt;060. Careers in mind → A Musician!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH GIRL/BOY?&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or eyes → Eyes. Window to the soul.&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or taller? → Taller/Shorter, it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or spontaneous → Spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;073. Nice stomach or nice arms → What are you talking about??!&lt;br /&gt;074. Sensitive or loud → Both, depending on the current situation.&lt;br /&gt;075. Hook-up or relationship → Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;077. Trouble maker or hesitant → Hesitant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses/contacts → Once. Only once.&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home → In a way, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken someone's heart → I don't know, maybe unconciously?? Never intentionally, though.&lt;br /&gt;085. Been arrested → No!! *is proud* A clean record is hard to maintain in Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone died → Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE:&lt;br /&gt;089. Yourself → Haha. Again, very funny.&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles → Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;091. Love at first sight → Highly doubt it. Scratch that, it's a negative.&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven → Yes!!&lt;br /&gt;093. Santa Claus → ... No... yesssss.&lt;br /&gt;094. Sex on the first date → No!!!&lt;br /&gt;095. Kiss on the first date → No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there one person you want to be with right now → Yes. There is.&lt;br /&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life → No, i have aims.&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God → Yes.&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 truths and tag → What? What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some stuff you might ask me is in here... Just know where to look is all ^^ There we go then. Don't ask me What i look like anymore!!! It's all thereeeee ^^'&lt;br /&gt;The earring is hurting my ear less and less. I'm glad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010466399588123697-3037085750426602615?l=hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/feeds/3037085750426602615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-does-everyone-059.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/3037085750426602615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/3037085750426602615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-does-everyone-059.html' title=''/><author><name>Hatori Kitsuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740714997243678203</uri><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-3010466399588123697.post-6937255061025576213</id><published>2009-01-09T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:45:27.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;愛。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Ai? It's a hanyu pinyin for love in Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;I have not found it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010466399588123697-6937255061025576213?l=hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/feeds/6937255061025576213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/01/ai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/6937255061025576213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/6937255061025576213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/01/ai.html' title=''/><author><name>Hatori Kitsuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740714997243678203</uri><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-3010466399588123697.post-3019557615715527467</id><published>2009-01-09T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:49:58.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And So, As The Story Goes, Write Me A Haiku, Tell Me Your Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a few days since the start of school now.&lt;br /&gt;Many of us are still somewhat in the holiday mood, and school begins in mid-morning up till mid-afternoon. The rest of the time is given for revision or free time to use as you please. We are allowed out of campus only on certain days, and today is not one of them. Leaving the school may be approved by your teachers as well, on a case by case basis, and only if your results are stable. Stable in a Positive way.&lt;br /&gt;I already miss the holidays, and i'm sure many students who are trapped in school agree with me, as well. Of course, there are always exceptions, but when it comes to school, exceptions are what we call "extreme cases".&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;That sounded exquisitely gay...&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it's back to work. This year, i have a few things to achieve. But first, my top priorities are:&lt;br /&gt;- Definitely practising more difficult songs on the guitar!!! [Acoustic and Electric] You'll never know how far you'll go unless you try. I'll also be trying other songs on the violin so that i can broaden my experience with the classical instrument, in case PsychoSomatic ever plays with a quieter crowd.&lt;br /&gt;- Getting the whole band together. I'm hoping that we could meet here in Singapore, so that we might be able to meet Tiffany and Stacy chan, and just maybe Rain san and Kim san should we have the time from making music before you guys have to go back. We have to make use of every possible moment together!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Making more progress on my search for where Yusa could possibly be. The cell number from my parenst have given away the fact that she is still in Tokyo, but Tokyo's huge. She could be in any part of it, and i need to narrow it down to a region, or better still, a neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;- Connecting with more of my school mates. I'm going to be here awhile, anyway. And i guess the whole anti-social/introvert thing is as Raiga says, getting a little old.&lt;br /&gt;- Maintaining my school grades so that i won't get sent back to Japan. Because if i do, my parents have made it crystal clear that they won't take me in. The pact was to last till i was 20, and that's in 3 years time. Unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;- I want to help Raiga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010466399588123697-3019557615715527467?l=hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/feeds/3019557615715527467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-so-as-story-goes-write-me-haiku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/3019557615715527467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/3019557615715527467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-so-as-story-goes-write-me-haiku.html' title=''/><author><name>Hatori Kitsuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740714997243678203</uri><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-3010466399588123697.post-4204272849552285667</id><published>2009-01-08T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T05:16:47.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I enjoy collecting strange looking jewellery.&lt;br /&gt;Most were online, and some were from dubious websites, but all in all, i have many, many pieces which i enjoy wearing at appropriate occasions. Many people in my school enjoy asking if any new pieces have been added each time they see me.&lt;br /&gt;I have only managed to collect the images of 10, but i assure you there are more than 60 pieces in the entire collection. However, due to the fact that i ordered pieces from many different websites, i just went to 3 of them, from which i bought the most number of items from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SWXuJ4k7plI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9vUsRlxOjYY/s1600-h/Alchemy+order+of+the+black+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288895190990038610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SWXuJ4k7plI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9vUsRlxOjYY/s400/Alchemy+order+of+the+black+rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alchemy Order Of The Black Rose. Many gothic pieces like these may be found in The Rally Shack, and out of the 3, it's the website i visit the most to see if they have anything new. Their pieces are intricate and detailed, and i like that. The stones that they use are also clear cut and consicely figured. It also looks good on a black satin band, or a black leather strap. This is one of my favourite pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SWXuJ-8TEaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ieXaS6RLSbs/s1600-h/renaissance+cross+of+passion+pendant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288895192698655138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SWXuJ-8TEaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ieXaS6RLSbs/s400/renaissance+cross+of+passion+pendant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Renaissance Cross of Passion pendant. This one was bought with alot of uncertainty, but it proved to be very worth it when it arrived. The sheer worksmanship out into this was amazing, and the fine lines on each tendril of silver was remarkable. The heart in the middle was slightly to the right, but it isn't as noticible as the cross holding it anyway. Hanging the pendant on anything other than a chain is inadvisable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288895678456575426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SWXumQiAtcI/AAAAAAAAACM/RqjuAZh4vbA/s400/tpa_2036_6718369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacob's Engraved Dragon Ring. No, not Jacob from that book series called Twilight or whatever. I heard it's a big hit now. The dragons are traditional Chinese dragons, which was what attracted me to the rings in the first place. The edges of the dragons are shined, which clearly distincts then from the brushed metal base band of the ring. This ring can fit on my last right finger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288895673486731106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SWXul-BG52I/AAAAAAAAACE/S0QhOddIMy8/s400/tpa_2036_6683207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jupiter's Men Stainless Steel Ring. Although fairly common, the numericals still fascinate me. The ring had a seperate band with the numericals printed on it, and that one is able to turn. The numerics read one to twelve, and the rotating thing keeps me occupied in a social suicide situation, which occurs very often. I can wear this on my right middle finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SWXs6RRccoI/AAAAAAAAABk/o7Iy3blNuoo/s1600-h/tpa_2031_22360277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288893823229653634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SWXs6RRccoI/AAAAAAAAABk/o7Iy3blNuoo/s400/tpa_2031_22360277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grant's Steel Men's Band. The base band of the ring is dark steel, and the upper band is slightly lighter steel with raised design. The edges of the design are rigged, and this ring is also a rotating ring. The design was kickstarted by a tribal tatoo sort of inspiration, and it ended up like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why risk having to get a laser operation when you can have a "tatoo" ring. You won't be stuck with a scar for the rest of your life even if you change your mind. I put this on my left index finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288893820901086242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SWXs6ImRVCI/AAAAAAAAABU/2DrzM9LYL4g/s400/Immortal+kist+poison+ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immortal Kist: Poison Ring. This ring is very interesting. It has a magnet catch that opens if you pull hard enough. The top is a blood red enamelled coffin, and it is apparantly the secret compartments of a vampire. This ring goes on my right ring finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SWXs6TZUxtI/AAAAAAAAABc/b8nkaUshmu8/s1600-h/product_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288893823799576274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SWXs6TZUxtI/AAAAAAAAABc/b8nkaUshmu8/s400/product_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Alchemy Bethrothal Ring. This ring was one of my favourites in the past, because the red gem in the middle is actually darker than it seems here. If you see it in real life, it looks very beautiful. And it was very expensive. Larger than it looks, the Alchemy ring can fit my left ring finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SWXs5zWXPjI/AAAAAAAAABM/mySfFqZDIA4/s1600-h/Ceur+noir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288893815197220402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SWXs5zWXPjI/AAAAAAAAABM/mySfFqZDIA4/s400/Ceur+noir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ceur Noir, representive of a dark Passion, filled with Hidden motive. This earring is of cuff-and-stud variety, and it is also from The Rally Shack. I prefer this earring, usually, over the other one below. Sold in sets of one only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SWXs5IjWq5I/AAAAAAAAABE/bPtKbtW6yxY/s1600-h/alchemy+chaosium+cuff+stud+earring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288893803708984210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SWXs5IjWq5I/AAAAAAAAABE/bPtKbtW6yxY/s400/alchemy+chaosium+cuff+stud+earring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alchemy Chaosium Earring. Also cuff stud variety. Fairly simple design, with less worksmanship required. I sometimes regret buying this piece, even though i still keep it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288895187864571042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SWXuJs7wzKI/AAAAAAAAABs/O7sSwcMGq9I/s400/kisame-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest addition, I'm still wearing it. The cross on the earring kind of reminds me of Fullmetal Alchemist, for some strange reason. This earring was from Yellow, and Raiga had bought it for me on the night of Hasaru's san's birthday, when we sneaked away from the party and went for a walk. I had my right ear pierced again that night, as well.&lt;br /&gt;Today while i was in Japanese / Romanji, Mitsukake told me my ear was bleeding again. I reached up and tapped my earlobe. He seemed to be right, and Raiga, who was sitting next to me, hastily told me to remove the earring. I took a piece of tissue paper from Shana san, who was behind us, and tapped lightly at my ear, telling him to ignore this and continue listening to the lesson. Soon, the bleeding stopped.&lt;br /&gt;As i threw away the tissue after making sure the earring was clean, and resumed my notetaking, copying Mitsukake's notes where i had missed out, because i knew Raiga never took notes, insisting he had a "photographic memory".&lt;br /&gt;While i winced at the searing pain in my ear, i saw Raiga smile again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suddenly, the pain and the bleeding didn't seem to matter much anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010466399588123697-4204272849552285667?l=hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/feeds/4204272849552285667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-enjoy-collecting-strange-looking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/4204272849552285667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/4204272849552285667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-enjoy-collecting-strange-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Hatori Kitsuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740714997243678203</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SWXuJ4k7plI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9vUsRlxOjYY/s72-c/Alchemy+order+of+the+black+rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010466399588123697.post-4858464560384930647</id><published>2009-01-07T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T07:20:53.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Let's Leave The Party."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday left me in a flurry of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;It's very vivid.&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the hotel, i mingled a little with the crowd before feeling slightly ill. Since Hasaru san had booked a suite for people who went swimming to take turns and have hot baths, i decided to head into one of the rooms. One by one the guests filtered out and i was left alone. I didn't mind. I liked the quiet.&lt;br /&gt;The room was big, and it had windows from the ceiling to the floor, which was a dark red carpeting. I sat on the bed for awhile before moving to the window, which had a view of the pool. I made out faces, even in the darkness, because the pool was well lit in the night, and i could see everyone. A few of my friends were chatting amongst themselves by the pool seats, and even though i saw Yuki san, i couldn't see Raiga.&lt;br /&gt;Then Raiga came into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Raiga: Hey, Hatori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: Hello Raiga. Why aren't you outside with Yuki san?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Raiga: ...Why do i always have to be with her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: Because Yuki san is your girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raiga didn't respond. This was unlike him, as he usually retorted everything i said, and when he had nothing to say, he would punch me on the shoulder, something i was accustomed to. I walked over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: Raiga, are you alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raiga held my hand for a few minutes, looking out of the window. Then he sat down on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Raiga: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began to cry. I didn't let go of his hand. He was shaking quite alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Raiga: Yuki is no longer my girlfriend. She was secretly was going out with Fuuji.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: Fuuji san is a... san. A girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Raiga: That didn't change her mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to say. Raiga rolled his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Raiga: You have the symphathetic awareness of a wall, you know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: I'm sorry, Raiga. I just... I don't know what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Raiga: I'm going to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raiga stood up to leave. I didn't know if he was going to go back to the dorm or if he was going to simply leave the room to mingle with the rest. I decided to go with him. Raiga was in no fit condition to even hail a car, let alone drive one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: Raiga, give me your car keys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Raiga: ... I'm going to head out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: Out? Out where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Raiga: ... I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: I'll drive you. I don't want you to kill yourself, Raiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the car, i didn't know where we were going. I looked at Raiga. He didn't seem to know either. I started the engine. Out of the hotel carpark was the best bet for now. I kept glancing at Raiga. He looked so helpless and sad. I did not know what to do. Once we were on the street outside, Raiga turned his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Raiga: The others were counting on this car for a ride back to the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: They can get a cab. You, on the other hand, cannot. They will manage somehow. Where do you want to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Raiga: ... Anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove along the roads till we came to somewhere farmiliar. I took to the town side of Singapore, and we got out at one of the shopping malls. Raiga refused to let go of my hand. So i didn't let go of his. He had on a look as though he were interested, but i knew he was only putting on a brave face because his hand tightened on mine everytime we passed somewhere Yuki and he must have gone to before. [I will no longer bereferring to her with an honorific as she has lost my respect.]&lt;br /&gt;We passed by a shop called Yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Raiga: Hatori, did you pierce your ear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: Yes, but my right side closed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Raiga: Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: I suppose i let it. I was out with a pair, but the right one dropped out and i could not be bothered to replace it. The piercing closed up soon after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raiga took me into the shop and asked if i wanted to get it done again. I did not refuse him. It might not be a good thing if i refused him while he was in such a mood. He watched them and made sure the equipment was sterilised properly first. Raiga had experience in Tokyo, with piercing guns and the like. He said that they had not sterilised it properly the first time, and only after 10 minutes, he was satisfied, and the piercing took place.&lt;br /&gt;As the needle went through my earlobe, i gripped Raiga's hand. Although i apologised, i don't believe he minded it much. Later on, after i went out, Raiga had bought me an earring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Raiga: For your right ear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: You didn't have to. The earrings here cost alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Raiga: It doesn't matter, just wear it, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't answer Raiga, and i slipped the earring into my tuxedo pocket. Both of us were still ridiculously formally dressed, but neither minded. Well, i didn't. He didn't look like he cared. But then again, Raiga had a way of behaving differently from the way he thought.&lt;br /&gt;Soon after that, I could see Raiga was tired, and i took him back to the dorm.&lt;br /&gt;Today, he looked much better, but i know he really loved Yuki, and he must feel terrible inside. I feel terrible for him. And on that night, i remembered he asked me to wear the earring. I took it out of my desk drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My ear was bleeding a little, but i wore Raiga's earring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288570823404256434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SWTHJNKBfLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/O85NU6Psucs/s400/kisame-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raiga came into the room and smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010466399588123697-4858464560384930647?l=hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/feeds/4858464560384930647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-leave-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/4858464560384930647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/4858464560384930647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-leave-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Hatori Kitsuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740714997243678203</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SWTHJNKBfLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/O85NU6Psucs/s72-c/kisame-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010466399588123697.post-5801462467169718827</id><published>2009-01-06T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T02:10:59.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SWMoZho7tBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rp_tH6FTlfc/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288114806454989842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SWMoZho7tBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rp_tH6FTlfc/s400/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SWMnjGMTeKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zUMkK81H6c/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288113871374219426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SWMnjGMTeKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zUMkK81H6c/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Cause That's What You Get,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When You Let Your Heart Win...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i'm going out to a party tonight at a hotel called "Grand Copthorne Waterfront Hotel", where Hasaru san's 16th birthday party will be held.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was supposed to be held in one of the ballrooms, but in the end, Hasaru's chichiue decided that since she had about 30 people coming, it would be better if she had a pool party. The pictures above are that of where the party will presumably be held. I'll be heading over with Hisagi sempai, Raiga kun, his girlfriend Yuki san, and her best friend Ruuka san.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unless you're swimming, which i am not, you'll have to head over in something formal. Even those who swim will have to put on something formal later so, so that no one is of exception. I'm beginning to think that Hasaru san has a slight obsession with men in suits... =="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was asking Tiffany chan and Rain san and Kim san for advice on what to wear. In the end, I decided to go with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A classic black tux with work pants (It was decided amongst the men that we would go in a standard uniform, that being the black classic tux.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grey work shirt, loosely tucked (I was asked to by Yuki san, who said it looked better than it not being tucked in at all. I secretly believe this is all an unbelievable amount of fuss, and am at the brink of deciding to turn up in jeans.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silver double striped tie (Thanks for the opinions, Tiff san, Rain san, Kim san ^^;;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tinted silver glasses (Forced to by Hisagi sempai and Yayoi sempai, who said i looked "hot" in them. I have no comment.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black fedora with silver ribbon band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 doc tags (which were a present from Haru san at Christmas. She insists i wear them, as they "match" the colour scheme of my outfit, which all in all, i only picked out the shirt and hat.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it. The pool party will be held at night, so the pictures above do not hold much accuracy to where i will be tonight. There will be alchohol, most likely wine and cocktails, although some people plan to smuggle in some Sake and Sapporo, i heard. I wonder if it will work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food will be light and me and a few others plan to eat dinner beforehand. So i guess i should go now, to prepare and take a bath before i leave. Sorry if i bored you with such a monotonous post ^^' Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010466399588123697-5801462467169718827?l=hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/feeds/5801462467169718827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/5801462467169718827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/5801462467169718827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Hatori Kitsuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740714997243678203</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SWMoZho7tBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rp_tH6FTlfc/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010466399588123697.post-4924603528831267765</id><published>2009-01-05T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:39:18.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;[c=19]TIFFANY[/c] I can't wait for Girls Generation comeback! Gee~ Hwaiting! says:&lt;br /&gt;Okaerinasai~&lt;br /&gt;[c=19]TIFFANY[/c] I can't wait for Girls Generation comeback! Gee~ Hwaiting! says:&lt;br /&gt;ano?&lt;br /&gt;It's you I see... says:&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;... Tadaimasu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long has it been since someone has welcomed me back in Japanese?&lt;br /&gt;Who else could it have been?&lt;br /&gt;Only one person would ever do that in my house.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that they had let me say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had taken the initiative to walk back to her and said one last goodbye before i came.&lt;br /&gt;I did, i did see her. She was looking. And i knew she was looking for me.&lt;br /&gt;But i had to walk away, even if it was the most painful thing i've ever done...&lt;br /&gt;And it'll be the one thing i regret forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a very funny conversation tonight. I'm blogging while it's goin on, actually...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't understand almost any of it!!&lt;br /&gt;Kea, Nate, Ian, i understand now that the male species speak of cars and music, and girls speak of clothes and perfume, and never shall the twin meet...&lt;br /&gt;Haha ^^&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding...&lt;br /&gt;Well, just some of the conversation is over here... I hope they don't mind if I make it known... I took it without permission ^^ Kim san, Rain san and Tiffany chan were online.&lt;br /&gt;Keaaa kunnn!! I miss your terrible temperament, come online soon!! And please practise the drum solo i told you to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;Nate kun, you too!! Come online... and your recording of Welcome To The Black Parade as Excellent.&lt;br /&gt;Ian kun!! For your information, the acoustic piece of What Hurts The Most has been sent over to you, so if you could practise, it would be great. Sorry you have to play the acoustic, which you dislike as the Bass is your forte, but thank you for doing me this favour to record this song ^^&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;What's going on?&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;Rainie.&lt;br /&gt;[c=19]TIFFANY[/c] I can't wait for Girls Generation comeback! Gee~ Hwaiting! says:&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;If you don't say it&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;I will say it.&lt;br /&gt;It's you I see... says:&lt;br /&gt;Okay set I would rather go hell&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;What on earth is going on??&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;Okay&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;I am going to tell Hatori.&lt;br /&gt;It's you I see... says:&lt;br /&gt;Please let me off...&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;-_____________-"&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;Hatori.&lt;br /&gt;It's you I see... says:&lt;br /&gt;Please?&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;Yes?&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;Kea is gay.&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;What...&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;0.o&lt;br /&gt;[c=19]TIFFANY[/c] I can't wait for Girls Generation comeback! Gee~ Hwaiting! says:&lt;br /&gt;umm&lt;br /&gt;[c=19]TIFFANY[/c] I can't wait for Girls Generation comeback! Gee~ Hwaiting! says:&lt;br /&gt;exucuse me?&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;He is not!! He happens to be&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;Ok, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;Okay&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;=="&lt;br /&gt;It's you I see... says:&lt;br /&gt;Hey for a second I thought I needed my coffin&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;It was a joke&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;RAINIE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU PLEASE CONFESS.&lt;br /&gt;[c=19]TIFFANY[/c] I can't wait for Girls Generation comeback! Gee~ Hwaiting! says:&lt;br /&gt;err yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;May we please speak of something i understand?&lt;br /&gt;It's you I see... says:&lt;br /&gt;... If danna was here I would already be dead&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;Like sushi? :)&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;Oh jesus christ&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;I am going to say&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;I am not fucking holding back ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;It's you I see... says:&lt;br /&gt;Okay!$!&lt;br /&gt;[c=19]TIFFANY[/c] I can't wait for Girls Generation comeback! Gee~ Hwaiting! says:&lt;br /&gt;HATTY~~~~&lt;br /&gt;[c=19]TIFFANY[/c] I can't wait for Girls Generation comeback! Gee~ Hwaiting! says:&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;It's you I see... says:&lt;br /&gt;No I mean no!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;FINE THEN&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;HATORI&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;Um... I think i should leave if&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;this goes n?&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;*on&lt;br /&gt;It's you I see... says:&lt;br /&gt;Fine fine... I will... Just get me my coffin&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;Don't you fucking go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this shit.&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;Hatori.&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;Some one likes you&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;Um...&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;Do you happen to know who likes me?&lt;br /&gt;It's you I see... says:&lt;br /&gt;Damn you...&lt;br /&gt;It's you I see... says:&lt;br /&gt;Gemini...&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;I DOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;Um...&lt;br /&gt;It's you I see... says:&lt;br /&gt;Fine fine I'll say it&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;Ok? Does that person want this to be made known?&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;Um&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;Raiga needs me&lt;br /&gt;It's you I see... says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;=="&lt;br /&gt;It's you I see... says:&lt;br /&gt;Hatori I like you...&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry. Yuki san is sick again. I should have watched them better yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;Oh? Thank you Rain san ^6&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;I like you too.&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;Ok,&lt;br /&gt;It's you I see... says:&lt;br /&gt;... Damn of I'll go offline&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;Um, may i brb?&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;damn of?&lt;br /&gt;It's you I see... says:&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead (:&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;Um, please hang on for a minute, i'll be right back ^^;;;&lt;br /&gt;Hatori- Was Mysterious In Japan, Being Mysterious In Singapore. says:&lt;br /&gt;This is so confusing...&lt;br /&gt;It's you I see... says:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing...&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;Oh jesus&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Mei&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;Good job&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much/&lt;br /&gt;It's you I see... says:&lt;br /&gt;Hey jie... I think dannas right&lt;br /&gt;[c=19]TIFFANY[/c] I can't wait for Girls Generation comeback! Gee~ Hwaiting! says:&lt;br /&gt;hurhh?&lt;br /&gt;It's you I see... says:&lt;br /&gt;He's oblivious&lt;br /&gt;[c=19]TIFFANY[/c] I can't wait for Girls Generation comeback! Gee~ Hwaiting! says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;[c=19]TIFFANY[/c] I can't wait for Girls Generation comeback! Gee~ Hwaiting! says:&lt;br /&gt;he is&lt;br /&gt;It's you I see... says:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it went wrong...&lt;br /&gt;It's you I see... says:&lt;br /&gt;I knew it...&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;o_O&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=4]♥[a=1][c=0]Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum[/c][/a][/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, the convo went on... but i understood the rest of it ^^;;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe Kea kun can help me traslate this, i don't understand any of it!!! &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010466399588123697-4924603528831267765?l=hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/feeds/4924603528831267765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/01/c19tiffanyc-i-cant-wait-for-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/4924603528831267765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/4924603528831267765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/01/c19tiffanyc-i-cant-wait-for-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Hatori Kitsuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740714997243678203</uri><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-3010466399588123697.post-1150800982420459831</id><published>2009-01-03T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T08:14:32.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hatori, [Electric and Acoustic Guitarist, occasional Violinist, 2nd Lead Singer]&lt;br /&gt;Kea, [Percusion and Electric Drummer, Back up Singer]&lt;br /&gt;Nathan, [Keyboardist and Pianist, Back up Singer]&lt;br /&gt;And Ian [Bass Guitarist,1st Lead Singer]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;We ARE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PSYCHOSOMATIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Not Underestimate Us.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Kea kun!!&lt;br /&gt;I had to let it out.&lt;br /&gt;Kea kun has agreed to play the electric drums for me!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, everyone, you have to understand...&lt;br /&gt;Kea kun absolutely hates the elctric drums ^^;;;&lt;br /&gt;He finds them stupid and tiresome,&lt;br /&gt;Preferring to stick to his usual percussions.&lt;br /&gt;The song: What Hurts The Most' is well underway!!&lt;br /&gt;Nate thinks he can handle the piano fine,&lt;br /&gt;And Ian says it's easy for him.&lt;br /&gt;Kea handles absolutely anything thrown at him,&lt;br /&gt;So the only problem is... um... Me.&lt;br /&gt;...^^'&lt;br /&gt;The violin is the main instrument,&lt;br /&gt;And the last song we did with violin...&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say it wasn't as up to par with some of our other songs,&lt;br /&gt;So we didn't copy it into our main portfolio ^^'&lt;br /&gt;But i hope i can master the song in time.&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten most of the cords right for now,&lt;br /&gt;And the speed gives me alot of allowance,&lt;br /&gt;So please hope i'll get it right!!&lt;br /&gt;Once again... Thank you, Kea kun!!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010466399588123697-1150800982420459831?l=hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/feeds/1150800982420459831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/01/hatori-electric-and-acoustic-guitarist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/1150800982420459831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/1150800982420459831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/01/hatori-electric-and-acoustic-guitarist.html' title=''/><author><name>Hatori Kitsuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740714997243678203</uri><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-3010466399588123697.post-3502400459245009374</id><published>2009-01-02T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T05:13:30.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's Time To Break The Ice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that you could break me apart&lt;br /&gt;I keep a sinister smile and a hole in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;Cause you caught me off guard&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm running and screaming...&lt;br /&gt;I got a closet filled up to the brim&lt;br /&gt;With the ghost of my past and their skeletons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Let's start with a sweet ending.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking my hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You, without a word,&lt;br /&gt;Led me away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It seemed cold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It was forbidden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And yet,&lt;br /&gt;It was more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;No need for money,&lt;br /&gt;Nor fame,&lt;br /&gt;Just You, just Me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Living our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;They'll say it's not right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Back it up with numbers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But we know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;As long as we're together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We'll live through it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who i'm writing this for anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Forget It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you caught me off guard...&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm running and screaming.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010466399588123697-3502400459245009374?l=hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/feeds/3502400459245009374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-time-to-break-ice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/3502400459245009374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/3502400459245009374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-time-to-break-ice.html' title=''/><author><name>Hatori Kitsuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740714997243678203</uri><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-3010466399588123697.post-8125965803969500122</id><published>2008-12-31T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:53:51.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>But the Beauty of Grace&lt;br /&gt;is it makes Life Unfair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286024723859591522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SVu7etOVUWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wgw1h6TXi5Y/s400/kisame-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Happy belated birthday, Ian!!&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since we've properly jammed together, huh?&lt;br /&gt;We've got to get together and do a nice song.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking Welcome To The Black Parade,&lt;br /&gt;You're the only guy i know who can pull it off...&lt;br /&gt;...The front part ^^'&lt;br /&gt;And also, Hero / Heroine, and Face Down.&lt;br /&gt;If you want, we could do Never Too Late,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Here Without You.&lt;br /&gt;And, um, please don't ask me about the picture.&lt;br /&gt;It's NOT by me, my style is extremely different.&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason, it reminded me of you ^^'&lt;br /&gt;So, Happy balated Birthday, Ian.&lt;br /&gt;(Ps, can you please practise...&lt;br /&gt;The bass part for I Hate Everything About You,&lt;br /&gt;Three Days Grace?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kea, if you really want to do The Beautiful People,&lt;br /&gt;And To Be Loved,&lt;br /&gt;You have to master the drums first.&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll see, cause the drums for The Beautiful People...&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard =="&lt;br /&gt;So it's a Yes, if you can master the drums, ok?&lt;br /&gt;And you have to do a recording,&lt;br /&gt;Send it to me over the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate, can you try the piano part for...&lt;br /&gt;What Hurts The Most, the Rascal Flatts version?&lt;br /&gt;Because if i can get the tune right on the violin,&lt;br /&gt;I thought playing it might not be too bad.&lt;br /&gt;And if i can't get it right (highly likely),&lt;br /&gt;We could try the Cascada version,&lt;br /&gt;But you're going to have to deal with the effects, so...&lt;br /&gt;Please and thank you ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome.&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/3010466399588123697-8125965803969500122?l=hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/feeds/8125965803969500122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2008/12/but-beauty-of-grace-is-it-makes-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/8125965803969500122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/8125965803969500122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2008/12/but-beauty-of-grace-is-it-makes-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Hatori Kitsuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740714997243678203</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SVu7etOVUWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wgw1h6TXi5Y/s72-c/kisame-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010466399588123697.post-6008669884447989015</id><published>2008-12-31T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:08:17.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SVs1ERE-eEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DflcYs9goW8/s1600-h/Akatsuki_Meme_by_DarkWolfDemon123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285876935069431874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHFYratmyX4/SVs1ERE-eEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DflcYs9goW8/s400/Akatsuki_Meme_by_DarkWolfDemon123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it doesn't make much sense&lt;br /&gt;There ought to be a law against&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who takes offense&lt;br /&gt;At a day in your celebration&lt;br /&gt;Cause we all know in our minds&lt;br /&gt;That there ought to be a time&lt;br /&gt;That we can set aside&lt;br /&gt;To show just how much we love you&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure you would agree&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't fit more perfectly&lt;br /&gt;Than to have a world party on the day you came to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ^^'&lt;br /&gt;I used to have hair like Kiriyu.&lt;br /&gt;It's grown out a little.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll post one for you later, Ian, my man!!&lt;br /&gt;As soon as i find a nice picture ^^'&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Rain san!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010466399588123697-6008669884447989015?l=hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/feeds/6008669884447989015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010466399588123697.post-8995319674357928337</id><published>2008-12-29T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:57:42.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aishiteru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though i know it's wrong, i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say PsychoSomatic or you,&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was over.&lt;br /&gt;Nate, Ian and Kea saved me,&lt;br /&gt;Just by being with me in spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Through nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but our music.&lt;br /&gt;So if our friendship comes with a condition,&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to give it up.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it wasn't special for you,&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to say it was special for me.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's end with a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;So Far Away by Nine Days&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school seemed like such a blur,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have much interest in sports or school elections.&lt;br /&gt;And in class I dreamed all day,&lt;br /&gt;Of a rock 'n' roll weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;em&gt;boy&lt;/em&gt; in the front of the room,&lt;br /&gt;So close yet so far y'know &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; never seemed to notice&lt;br /&gt;That this silly schoolboy crush&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't just pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C:&lt;br /&gt;Life goes by so fast&lt;br /&gt;You only want to do what you think is right.&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and then it's past;&lt;br /&gt;Story of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went down my old neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;The faces have all changed there's no one left to talk to&lt;br /&gt;And the pool hall I loved as a kid&lt;br /&gt;Is now a Seven Eleven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went downtown to look for a job&lt;br /&gt;I had no training, no experience to speak of.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the holes in my jeans&lt;br /&gt;And turned and headed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C:&lt;br /&gt;Life goes by so fast&lt;br /&gt;You only want to do what you think is right.&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and then it's past;&lt;br /&gt;Story of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times come and good times go,&lt;br /&gt;I only wish the good times would last a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;I think about the good times &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had&lt;br /&gt;And why they had to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sit at the edge of my bed&lt;br /&gt;I strum my guitar and I sing an outlaw love song.&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' 'bout what &lt;em&gt;you're&lt;/em&gt; doin' now&lt;br /&gt;And when &lt;em&gt;you're&lt;/em&gt; comin' back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C:&lt;br /&gt;Life goes by so fast&lt;br /&gt;You only want to do what you think is right.&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and then it's past;&lt;br /&gt;Story of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;はい、本当。 私は逃す。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010466399588123697-8995319674357928337?l=hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/feeds/8995319674357928337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2008/12/aishiteru.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/8995319674357928337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/8995319674357928337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2008/12/aishiteru.html' title=''/><author><name>Hatori Kitsuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740714997243678203</uri><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-3010466399588123697.post-463063621679194025</id><published>2008-12-28T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:56:16.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Be Quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house, that don't bother me&lt;br /&gt;I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm not afraid to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Every once in a while even though&lt;/span&gt; goin on with you gone still upsets me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days&lt;br /&gt;Every now and again &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I pretend I'm OK&lt;/span&gt; but that's not what gets me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;was being so close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Never knowing, what could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm doing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's hard to force that smile &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when I see our old friends and&lt;/span&gt; I'm alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still harder gettin up, gettin dressed, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;living with this regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know if I could do it over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart that I left unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;was being so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Never knowing, what could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm not afraid to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Every once in a while even though &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;goin on with you gone still upsets me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days&lt;br /&gt;Every now and again &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I pretend I'm OK&lt;/span&gt; but that's not what gets me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;was being so close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Never knowing, what could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What hurts the most,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;was being so close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Never knowing, what could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;/span&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/3010466399588123697-463063621679194025?l=hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/feeds/463063621679194025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2008/12/be-quiet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/463063621679194025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/463063621679194025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2008/12/be-quiet.html' title=''/><author><name>Hatori 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010466399588123697.post-5477436484238524710</id><published>2008-12-27T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T08:22:11.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who will you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, to the following people, who "celebrated" my first Christmas in Singapore with me.&lt;br /&gt;-Kea kun        [Of course, brother, just being online with you helped.]&lt;br /&gt;-Nate kun       [You too, man. Thanks for the great tip on Sapporo in NTUC.]&lt;br /&gt;-Ian kun         [For insulting me, which somehow made me feel better?]&lt;br /&gt;-Stacy chan    [StaceCake!! You're sweet as ever, Merry Christmas.]&lt;br /&gt;-Tiffany chan [Tiffie Taffie, i heard? ^^ Merry Christmas.]&lt;br /&gt;-Rain san        [Thank you so much for being there for me. Merry christmas.]&lt;br /&gt;-Kim san         [You too, Kimberly, hope you had a Merry Christmas.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was different, and kind of lonely in the dorm, but thank you for being with me in spirit. I assure you, you guys saved me ^^'&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had Sake, from Raiga. He snuck out without telling me.&lt;br /&gt;Out of campus, i mean. He went out with Yuki, his girlfriend. He tried to make up for not telling me with a bottle of Sake from where ever he went to. He didn't tell me.&lt;br /&gt;But those 7 people, those special 7... thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Just... Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Um... I love you, Yusa. Merry Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've been housing all this doubt, and insecurity,&lt;br /&gt;And i've been locked inside that house, while you hold the key,&lt;br /&gt;And i've been dying to get out, it might be the death of me,&lt;br /&gt;And even though there's no way of knowing where to go, promise i'm going,&lt;br /&gt;Because...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010466399588123697-5477436484238524710?l=hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/feeds/5477436484238524710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-will-you-choose-thank-you-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/5477436484238524710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010466399588123697/posts/default/5477436484238524710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hattiehatteehatori.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-will-you-choose-thank-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Hatori Kitsuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740714997243678203</uri><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>
