<?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-947159087260000313</id><updated>2012-01-03T00:10:29.518+09:00</updated><category term='song'/><category term='nikki'/><category term='Tomo'/><category term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>My Resting Place</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>My Resting Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094408443777822507</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>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947159087260000313.post-3880442678017555316</id><published>2012-01-02T00:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T00:10:29.532+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikki'/><title type='text'>It's been so long!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;10 years ago today, I came to this little island called Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;17 years old, full of dreams, naive and proud young girl :)&lt;br /&gt;It has been 10 years...&lt;br /&gt;fulfilled some of old dreams, found a few new dreams, still a little naive with unchanged Pride, no more young woman ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I start something new like I did in 2002.&lt;br /&gt;Should I change job?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Should I move to another country? &lt;br /&gt;10 years in this little island is too long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret how I spent those years although I didn't accomplished much.&lt;br /&gt;I made mistakes, big ones and bigger ones but I am what I am now from all the things I went through.&lt;br /&gt;I want to thanks all the people I met in this 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;Some still my best friends, some not in contact, some hate my guts :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I changed most when I got to know him. His philosophy to life made me a clam person that I am now.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Tomo for the strength and path you show me in my depressing days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's work for better 2012 ne...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-3880442678017555316?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3880442678017555316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=3880442678017555316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/3880442678017555316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/3880442678017555316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-been-so-long.html' title='It&apos;s been so long!!!'/><author><name>Chocolaier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465795802077503194</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-947159087260000313.post-24080349308848460</id><published>2011-12-12T12:20:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T12:33:07.854+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikki'/><title type='text'>Resolution ka!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;N&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ew Year is fast approaching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I see other people crossing out their last year resolutions, I feel jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I didn't have one for last year or previous years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I will be 28 coming year and I don't have any goal or dream yet. Am I a loser in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So... I will make resolution for 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Very first thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1) to be able to communicate in Japanese by end of 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2) send my parents on 5 Star Cruise Holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3) At least get 1 A in exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4) get back my ideal weight ie. 52kg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5) take less than 10 days leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;6) go to Japan for concert of a)Tomo b)NEWS c)AAA d)Mr. Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I hope I can fulfilled at least 4 of those 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jyaaa let's see which I can crossed out in Dec 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-24080349308848460?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/24080349308848460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=24080349308848460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/24080349308848460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/24080349308848460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2011/12/resolution-ka.html' title='Resolution ka!!'/><author><name>Chocolaier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465795802077503194</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-947159087260000313.post-4609948903784612137</id><published>2011-10-07T12:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T12:17:39.693+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tomo'/><title type='text'>7th October 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4 days after my birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Toma's birthday... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The day my dream of watching 6-nin NEWS concert was destroyed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tomo and Nishikido left NEWS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Remaining 4 will carry on as NEWS because they don't want NEWS to disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why Tomo has to be the one who leave?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know he has his reasons but still WHY???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I naively thought that I knew him so well. Ha! I didn't know shit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We will forgive him when he told us his reasons and KYA-ing with starry eyes. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wish 4-nin new NEWS all the best and NEWS fans won't make me scared to check on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After all I am traitor's supporter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Soredemo Daisuki dayo Tomo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-4609948903784612137?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4609948903784612137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=4609948903784612137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/4609948903784612137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/4609948903784612137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2011/10/7th-october-2011.html' title='7th October 2011'/><author><name>Chocolaier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465795802077503194</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-947159087260000313.post-1351208393514307143</id><published>2011-09-06T15:06:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T15:45:03.217+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tomo'/><title type='text'>Times are flying by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When they say time flies, it is only metaphorically.&lt;br /&gt;Time doesn't fly, silly. Time teleport!&lt;br /&gt;It still feels like I met Tomo yesterday. But it already been 4 months and 14 days.&lt;br /&gt;A lot happened between these months.&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my home country after 3 years, passed all my exams and started another semester, doubted Tomo for his sincerity, almost given up on NEWS, lost nice amount of weight.&lt;br /&gt;Of all those thing why did I doubt Tomo????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew all along that if I lost my trust in Tomo, my life would be meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a teenage emo kid who gonna kill herself for an idol.&lt;br /&gt;What I mean is, he said very meaningful things, things you can learn from, things that made you rethink about your life, your action, your goals and your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;If I can't trust him anymore, what will happen to all these I followed.&lt;br /&gt;When someone preaching these values was lying through his teeth, what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;You can say he is just one guy. There are other people who are truthful.&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know Tomo. He practice what he preached. If he truly lied, he was a damn good liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had all those conspiracy theories in my head. Tomo is actually a very cunning guy.&lt;br /&gt;He masked his true self with all those righteous words. When he got tired of all fame he will show his true self.&lt;br /&gt;But after all that trip and photos, I am scared about my theories coming true.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when the thing you believe in what just a sham. My pride hurts. My brain hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My heart hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you truly love someone, you will forgive their mistakes. Is it really true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;I will continue to love him but I won't forgive.&lt;br /&gt;Yurusanai!!! dakedo aishiteru &amp;lt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-1351208393514307143?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1351208393514307143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=1351208393514307143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/1351208393514307143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/1351208393514307143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2011/09/times-are-flying-by.html' title='Times are flying by...'/><author><name>My Resting Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094408443777822507</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-947159087260000313.post-208338058761964532</id><published>2011-04-27T13:56:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T14:43:03.136+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tomo'/><title type='text'>Dreams do come true</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;23rd April 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I finally met him in person. Everything passed by in a flash. Everything is still like a dream. He is really handsome and nice just like everyone said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrr I really don't want to write. I feel like my feelings will disappeared after I write down everything. I still can't believe I met him, I went to his concert, I sang Happy Birthday to him. Tears are still flowing when I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, they had a very fierce thunderstorm starting around 3:30pm. We went there early to collect tickets and buy goods. But we were stuck in the rain. Lots of people came early for goods too. We lined up for concert goods in narrow place. After we got what we wanted, we went out for dinner. We were back just before 7pm and security was very strict for camera. Stage settings were very nice and flags with dragon logo were pretty. I felt like I was in some kind of palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the light dimmed and music start playing, everybody rushed to the railing. I didn't expect that so I was a beat late. Being short and two-bodied layer away from railing, I opt out to watch just standing near the seats. He didn't sing much live. But I didn't really care. He danced with all his might. He spoke very clear and good English. Things went by very fast from here. I am going to kept those memory only in my heart. One thing for sure, we didn't have any eye contact. Not even once, I caught his eyes. I didn't expect I will though I wished so much. When I think about it now, I can't even recall all the songs he sang. I almost cried when he sang Saigo no Love Song. One girl in front of me cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;開演のアナウンス響いてる&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;きっと君は来ないだろう&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;約束した頃は　こんな日が来るなんて&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;思わなかった僕たち&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The curtain call announcement resonates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I’m sure you didn’t come back out&lt;br /&gt;Back when we promised about how we&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t believe this day would come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;大切な夢のために頑張っている　君の姿が好きで &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;「どんな時も僕が応援する」なんて&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;言ってたくせして　旅立つ君のこと責めた&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved that figure of yours when you tried your best for the sake of your precious dreams&lt;br /&gt;I said “I’ll support you no matter when”&lt;br /&gt;It was a habit, so I blame you as you set out on a journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;恋なんてしないほうが　幸せな気がした&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;そんなラブ・ソングに　胸の奥が熱くなる&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;何回も君と聴いた　その言葉が突き刺さる&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ひとりぼっちじゃ　悲しすぎる歌だね…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would have felt happier if I haven’t had fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;That love song makes my heart warmer&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again when I listened with you, the words pierce me&lt;br /&gt;The song is too sad to listen to all alone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;初めて会った日を思い出す&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;今日と同じコンサート&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;斜め前の君は　僕と目が合うたび&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;笑いかけてくれたね&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day when I first met you&lt;br /&gt;It was concert like today's&lt;br /&gt;You were diagonally in front of me and our eyes met&lt;br /&gt;You laughed at me, didn’t you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;叶えたい夢のために遠い街へ　君が行くこと聞いて&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;「離れてても二人変わらないよ」なんて&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;誓っていたのに　夢見る君のこと責めた&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you went to a far away town in order for your dreams to come true&lt;br /&gt;“Even if we’re apart, we won’t change”&lt;br /&gt;We vowed that but, I blame you for seeing dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;恋なんてしないほうが　幸せな気がした&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;そんなラブ・ソングに　身体中が震えてる&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;どうやって君を忘れ　今日からどう生きてゆく&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;この先ずっと　こんな歌は聴かない…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would have felt happier if I haven’t had fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;That love song shakes my whole body&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to forget you, how am I going to live from today&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I’m not going to listening to this song…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ほんとはもっと言いたいことや&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;確かめたかったことがあったのに&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;今さら遅すぎる　何もかも全部&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;拍手の波の中　僕だけが飛び出していた　ひとり&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, there was more that I wanted to say and&lt;br /&gt;Things I wanted to confirm&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s too late, everything and anything&lt;br /&gt;In the sea of applause, only I am leaping out, alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;恋なんてしないほうが　幸せな気がした&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;そんなことないよと　胸の奥が叫んでる&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;何回も君と聴いた　ラブ・ソングが遠くなる&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ひとりぼっちじゃ　悲しすぎる&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;それでも僕は　君に会えてよかった・&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would have felt happier if I haven’t had fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;My hearts screams that it’s not true&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again when I listened with you, the love song feels distant&lt;br /&gt;Being alone is too sad&lt;br /&gt;Even so, I’m glad that I met you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every second with him was Heaven. Every air I breathed in have his present. I believe I can talk to him one day. I can touch his hand one day. After all, DREAMS DO COME TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Tomo, imademo, korekaramo, itsudemo aishiteru kara aimassho ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-208338058761964532?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/208338058761964532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=208338058761964532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/208338058761964532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/208338058761964532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2011/04/dreams-do-come-true.html' title='Dreams do come true'/><author><name>My Resting Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094408443777822507</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-947159087260000313.post-4668230942991607528</id><published>2011-02-01T18:32:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T18:45:39.838+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tomo'/><title type='text'>Love Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I want to shout out loud if possible that I love Tomo with all my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I was wavering so much from younger ones to younger ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Now I realized that nobody can replaced Tomo. No matter how young, handsome, talented they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Tomo has passion for his work, love for his fans and gratitude to his profession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to love him and called him my Idol. He really is an Idol. MY IDOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-4668230942991607528?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4668230942991607528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=4668230942991607528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/4668230942991607528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/4668230942991607528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-song.html' title='Love Song'/><author><name>My Resting Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094408443777822507</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-947159087260000313.post-1243729579995866696</id><published>2011-01-26T15:15:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T15:25:16.024+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tomo'/><title type='text'>Conflicted "I"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First post of the 2011. woot woot...&lt;br /&gt;Best NEWS of the year goes to "I am meeting Tomo in April". YAYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;Worst NEWS "I failed two subjects last semester". Yayyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to title, I feel so conflicted between letting go and clinging on.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to let go but if I let go, maybe I might not want to catch it again.&lt;br /&gt;If I don't catch it again, my existence will become meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;But clinging onto it is also extremely tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This problem make me don't want to study. I can't afford to fail any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometime (almost all the time) I want Tomo's determination. See you in April Darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-1243729579995866696?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1243729579995866696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=1243729579995866696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/1243729579995866696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/1243729579995866696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2011/01/conflicted-i.html' title='Conflicted &quot;I&quot;'/><author><name>My Resting Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094408443777822507</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-947159087260000313.post-5497407015278663421</id><published>2010-09-07T14:39:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T14:48:22.452+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Bored and bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;I feel like doing nothing...&lt;br /&gt;I have to study, work, exercise. I can't seem to have mood to do those.&lt;br /&gt;Having stuffy nose doesn't help either.&lt;br /&gt;It's a relieve that I don't have school today.&lt;br /&gt;I need something exciting to happen in my life.&lt;br /&gt;What should I do? hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;All the slow songs playing from my Ipod is not really helping the mood. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this song... SHINee - Last Gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Was it yesterday when things started going to amiss?&lt;br /&gt;Where did it all go wrong exactly?&lt;br /&gt;My heart can’t let you go…&lt;br /&gt;Is it really the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy for me like my farewell greeting&lt;br /&gt;My heart won’t become mine to control&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ll have to make an indefinite decision to forget you&lt;br /&gt;So I can bear with it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ring I placed on your finger&lt;br /&gt;Returns to my hand cold (I can’t let you go)&lt;br /&gt;I received my heart back in return&lt;br /&gt;My LAST GIFT&lt;br /&gt;Is this separation…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-5497407015278663421?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5497407015278663421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=5497407015278663421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/5497407015278663421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/5497407015278663421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2010/09/bored-and-bored.html' title='Bored and bored'/><author><name>My Resting Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094408443777822507</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-947159087260000313.post-43540568144001622</id><published>2010-09-03T13:47:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T13:59:59.890+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikki'/><title type='text'>what I feels like doing now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First and foremost, I want to sleep now kekeke&lt;br /&gt;I really want to watch my little guys performing...&lt;br /&gt;but I can sense chaos just by a glance.&lt;br /&gt;I think I am too old to join in that fantastic nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!!! I just want to do only this two things.&lt;br /&gt;I think I had been enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;But I feels good to not have any wants or desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why I am getting further away from my friends???&lt;br /&gt;They have too many worries that I feel not really important.&lt;br /&gt;And they think that I have everything.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have everything. I just don't want everything.&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting everything aka contentment make your life peaceful and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;But, but I really want to meet Tomo in person. *heart* sometimes heart is stubbron kekeke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-43540568144001622?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/43540568144001622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=43540568144001622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/43540568144001622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/43540568144001622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-i-feels-like-doing-now.html' title='what I feels like doing now'/><author><name>My Resting Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094408443777822507</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-947159087260000313.post-4515457762319355462</id><published>2010-07-02T13:42:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T13:53:53.678+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tomo'/><title type='text'>Couples Argh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I realize that our ancestors were wise.&lt;br /&gt;They left words of wisdom for us. One of those is "Never go between Husband and Wife."&lt;br /&gt;Going between means you don't side with one when they are quarreling *like me*.&lt;br /&gt;I was naive or stupid or whatever, and try to reason with my mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't even finished talking why I thought whichever one of them was right, they were giggling and teasing each others.&lt;br /&gt;Just really argh.... for me. I won't never ever gonna justified when they quarrel again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw I move to a new office and I am freaking loving it.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hell yeah!!!! One in a Million is damn good. I love it more than MOLA &amp;amp; Loveless. Tomo daisuki &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/947159087260000313-4515457762319355462?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4515457762319355462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=4515457762319355462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/4515457762319355462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/4515457762319355462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2010/07/couples-argh.html' title='Couples Argh....'/><author><name>Chocolaier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465795802077503194</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-947159087260000313.post-2801213076114699070</id><published>2010-03-12T18:23:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T18:34:18.791+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikki'/><title type='text'>Truely my resting place, this is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am watching some little guys tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;My first time seeing people I love LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I can see him really soon too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the things going around THE GROUP...&lt;br /&gt;I get the feeling someone really trying to do harm to the Group.&lt;br /&gt;All the solo activities and solo cons.... hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;Is JE trying to tell us something? Like if we don't spend more effort on the Group, they are gonna shelf them???&lt;br /&gt;I am going crazy, I know...&lt;br /&gt;It's just that sweden-pair releasing another mini-album making me more nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Even so, there is Joe in Ashita hahaha I know I am lame...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-2801213076114699070?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2801213076114699070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=2801213076114699070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/2801213076114699070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/2801213076114699070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2010/03/truely-my-resting-place-this-is.html' title='Truely my resting place, this is...'/><author><name>My Resting Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094408443777822507</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-947159087260000313.post-133709512304688205</id><published>2009-12-18T13:39:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:33:00.645+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tomo'/><title type='text'>Another Entry; Another Tear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Today, where we were shooting, it has started to snow&lt;br /&gt;It’s been so long since I’ve seen snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was still in elementary school, I used to try to catch the snowflakes in my palm and try to make out the different patterns with the naked eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I was so serious about that (laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I used to be serious about so many things at that age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Everything that I saw with my eyes or felt, I would seriously respond to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Frankly however, now that I have gotten used to this job, I’ve become less serious about many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Now, I'm only serious towards things that I really like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;music, dancing, acting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The more I'm sure about the things I like to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;the more I'm ignorant towards things that I'm not interested in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Also, because I've experienced it before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I do not feel touched at alot of things already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;However, today, as I was shooting in a town near Tokyo, there was a child wearing one of my concert T-shirts, as if he was saying “I’m wearing Yamapi’s T-shirt!”. He was smiling at me with a brilliant smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It made me really happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I guess he must have gone to one of my concerts, and after watching him, I went on a sudden emotional high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Even though I’ve experienced many things already and my emotions have become less intense, however I’ve realized that in places where I haven’t yet been, there are people who have been supporting me at the sidelines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;At the same time, after experiencing this, I ponder. Where do I stand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And I still don’t really know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;However, that child that looked genuinely pleased to see me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So that anyone who watches me from now on will just let out a smile, I want to give these people new touching or really great music and show them what I feel is the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I feel like this has been written really messily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;From now on, I’ll try everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(translated by pikira)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amongst the fans of every famous person, we, Pi's fans are the luckiest and most spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want proof?&lt;br /&gt;He wrote nikki everyday for 6 years. Vol 2261. Freaking 2261 days... AND THAT"S FOR US.&lt;br /&gt;He broke up with his rumored GF cuz she is playing us.&lt;br /&gt;He do Solo concert to thanks us. (even some will argue that's for him. I would say, "You don't know him well. He don't have to do solo con to earn money. Don't have to practice days and nights for all the dance." Got it.)&lt;br /&gt;Whatever he's doing, he worries what we will think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Never lied to us. Even for tiniest things, he will keep quiet if he don't want to say the truth. But NO LIES.&lt;br /&gt;If he see something beautiful, he will remember us first. (Don't think so? Read his 2261 entries!)&lt;br /&gt;He treasure us. Everyone can see that, feel that, notice that. (You still don't? Go to his cons. Watch his cons. See how he interact with the fans?)&lt;br /&gt;Still don't think so? Re-read the above nikki. Can you understand his heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that I bought a T-shirt for 55$. I might be breaking my rules and out of my principle but am I glad that I bought.&lt;br /&gt;He really is attached to that T-shirt. Well what do you expect, his face is on that. XDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-133709512304688205?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/133709512304688205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=133709512304688205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/133709512304688205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/133709512304688205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-entry-another-tear.html' title='Another Entry; Another Tear'/><author><name>Chocolaier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465795802077503194</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-947159087260000313.post-7809341859823917404</id><published>2009-10-27T14:44:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T15:03:44.694+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Soulmate desu ka...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw one question in web.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in soul-mate?&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a story.&lt;br /&gt;When first mankind were formed they have two brains, two hearts, two heads like two peoples combined. They are so strong and wise. They can win even gods. The gods scared of mankind strength spliced them into two peoples. Then became human as we are. When two correct halves met, they can overthrow the gods. Unfortunately, there is one person when the gods try to split him, one half has two brains and the other got two hearts. Since that day the half-with-two-brains work hard to win Gods but he couldn't because he is just a half. But his brains make him so proud that he couldn't care to look for his other half. The half-with-two-hearts kept looking for his other half because he couldn't do anything without it but he never found his half because he is too dumb.&lt;br /&gt;End of story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which half am I? Shiranai yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-7809341859823917404?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7809341859823917404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=7809341859823917404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/7809341859823917404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/7809341859823917404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2009/10/soulmate-desu-ka.html' title='Soulmate desu ka...'/><author><name>Chocolaier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465795802077503194</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-947159087260000313.post-3717214029316974939</id><published>2009-09-17T10:14:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:51:52.237+09:00</updated><title type='text'>How many times my heart has to break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;It is almost official. He is dating her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eventhough I tried to be reasonable, my heart just won't listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kataomoi&lt;/em&gt; is always painful. More painful when you are longing for the 'STAR'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;When not just any star but brightest and shiniest star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The star everyone waiting with their plam open wide to be fall on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What I wanted is just for that 'STAR' to be shining with all it might over everyone &lt;em&gt;no ni&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do I want the 'STAR' to shine and burn alone for everyone sake? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Of course not! That is the reason I am sufferring now, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Battle of reasons and feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Whichever side wins battle field is always ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;It will left damage and dead bodies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;We want more for everything. Never contenting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;We know reasons yet we scream treason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;It gave its all. We search for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now it found its happiness, we realized what we've lost and feeling sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;So tell me now and tell me true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now this fault lies in who...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'STAR' is not wrong. I wish for his happiness. And I will keep on loving forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kono kataomoi ni owaru ga nai no nara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sore demo ii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kono kataomoi wo mamotte hoshii &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mada nani mo dekinai koi nandesu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-3717214029316974939?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3717214029316974939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=3717214029316974939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/3717214029316974939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/3717214029316974939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-many-times-my-heart-has-to-break.html' title='How many times my heart has to break'/><author><name>My Resting Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094408443777822507</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-947159087260000313.post-3553985208219664716</id><published>2009-09-09T09:26:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:39:54.712+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikki'/><title type='text'>Oh My Pi !OMP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Can someone die from happiness or cuteness?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I almost did... BB ep9 has such a cute start.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop grinning after 5 mins into it.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared to watch further. They said depressing and irritating later.&lt;br /&gt;What should I do ne?&lt;br /&gt;Even though I really hate indecisive guys, Naoki's kindness pulled me in.&lt;br /&gt;Two more weeks? I don't want it to finish. Best romance drama of the year or last 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, FujiTV, for this incredible summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Tomo, kono tanoshii natsu de arigatou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-3553985208219664716?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3553985208219664716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=3553985208219664716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/3553985208219664716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/3553985208219664716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-my-pi-omp.html' title='Oh My Pi !OMP!'/><author><name>Chocolaier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465795802077503194</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-947159087260000313.post-701307127171562638</id><published>2009-08-28T10:11:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:25:42.928+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tomo'/><title type='text'>He's back in the game!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup, you read it right. He is back in the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe becuz of that kiss. But def. he is back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He was in three of four serveys conduct via internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AND above 5th position for all. XDDDD I told you, he is back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Strangely enough, I dreamt of Massu last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder why ne...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He was cute nonetheless. And some pouting of his lips too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did I like Massu that much in my unconscious mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway today is a marvelous day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tomo, daisuki da yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-701307127171562638?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/701307127171562638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=701307127171562638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/701307127171562638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/701307127171562638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2009/08/hes-back-in-game.html' title='He&apos;s back in the game!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>My Resting Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094408443777822507</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-947159087260000313.post-4583859356865906425</id><published>2009-08-18T14:19:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:28:52.860+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikki'/><title type='text'>D*mn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can my english get any worse? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I told my Boss this morning "Oh I didn't SAW you on the bus"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Boss just looked at me with his eye wide open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So shameful that I could die on the spot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG if I recalled again, I felt like dying again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is gonna haunt me at least a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My English is not good but I should know that much, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who say "I didn't saw you." or "You didn't knew that you weren't supposed to said that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Arggggggggg..... Luckily there is no school today. Otherwise I will die, definitely sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Tomo... doushite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-4583859356865906425?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4583859356865906425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=4583859356865906425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/4583859356865906425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/4583859356865906425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2009/08/dmn.html' title='D*mn'/><author><name>My Resting Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094408443777822507</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-947159087260000313.post-4119940795807913224</id><published>2009-08-07T10:04:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T14:11:09.442+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikki'/><title type='text'>New life? New death?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I am gonna be damn busy from next week onward. i.e if I do things I should do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;My new life of student is starting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I hope my current life of working adult won't die from exhaustion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Every morning, I am gonna need someone (i prefer Tomo if possible) whispering Dertermination, Perservation to my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I will overcome this 5 years. With Tomo by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Hope I don't piss all of my family and friends off by trying to remain myself sane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jya raigettsu ni aimasho ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-4119940795807913224?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4119940795807913224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=4119940795807913224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/4119940795807913224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/4119940795807913224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-life-new-death.html' title='New life? New death?'/><author><name>My Resting Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094408443777822507</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-947159087260000313.post-5745484896147920481</id><published>2009-07-08T14:14:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:32:07.793+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikki'/><title type='text'>Majide???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I really can't believe my father think something wrong with my head.&lt;br /&gt;What are his reasons???&lt;br /&gt;I broke up with my boyfriend; I don't look for new boyfriend;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to lose weight; I am learning to speak Japanese;&lt;br /&gt;I like one of Japanese Idol; I am dreaming of marrying him (ok this may BE the main point)...&lt;br /&gt;But seriously Dad. I am not going insane over one break up.&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of single women in the world.&lt;br /&gt;If all of them are lonely, I don't mind joining them at pub drowning my loneliness&lt;br /&gt;than cleaning up after the kids or waiting for THE man of the house to arrive "drunk".&lt;br /&gt;That I will pass.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind smiling at other people's kids and buy them ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;But I DO mind scolding my kids and washing their ice-cream stained shirts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no way I can tell my dad all these. and -120% he will convince I am sane.&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;Tomo, dou shiyou ka&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/947159087260000313-5745484896147920481?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5745484896147920481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=5745484896147920481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/5745484896147920481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/5745484896147920481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2009/07/majide.html' title='Majide???'/><author><name>Chocolaier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465795802077503194</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-947159087260000313.post-3970355293890413621</id><published>2009-07-02T12:09:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:25:49.003+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikki'/><title type='text'>!!!Tomodachi wa Taisetsuna-mono desu!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just connected back with the cluster of my ex-schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how much they have change. I, myself, change big time.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, broke up with my boyfriend who everyone thought was my soul mate, other half or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Next, no guys beside me like it used to be, to many of their surprise.&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm learning Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;And, my whole family is here.&lt;br /&gt;And, I am fat...&lt;br /&gt;I want to see how much all this can surprise them.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not much not 'cuz these aren't shocking, but mainly 'cuz they don't care about me that much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had expected that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I was the one who came out from their cluster and went away with my ex-bf.&lt;br /&gt;I was naive back then or in romantic way "blindly in love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I am same old romanticist. So I am happy with "my littele Pi&amp;amp;I world".&lt;br /&gt;But I am naive no more. I am gonna treasure all of them truely this time. Maa... that's what he'd like me to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Yoku Ganbatta sou na... Otsukaresamadesita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-3970355293890413621?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3970355293890413621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=3970355293890413621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/3970355293890413621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/3970355293890413621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomodachi-wa-taisetsuna-mono-desu.html' title='!!!Tomodachi wa Taisetsuna-mono desu!!!'/><author><name>Chocolaier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465795802077503194</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-947159087260000313.post-1094329684409325831</id><published>2009-06-21T02:28:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T02:44:12.862+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tomo'/><title type='text'>another Hært-brǣk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes... another heart-break... but it will heal with his sweet smiles and repeated words&lt;br /&gt;but right now, my heart is in pieces&lt;br /&gt;because of that holding-hands&lt;br /&gt;because of that bright smiles&lt;br /&gt;because of that happy faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life was boring lately but...&lt;br /&gt;I would still choose boredom over this anytime, anywhere, any circumstance&lt;br /&gt;how long will it take this old wounded heart to heal this time&lt;br /&gt;I am not scared cuz I know he will make it healed again...&lt;br /&gt;He will make it jumping with excitement again...&lt;br /&gt;As long as he is with me it will heal over and over again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;iroiro na koto arigatou korekara mo yoroshiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-1094329684409325831?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1094329684409325831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=1094329684409325831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/1094329684409325831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/1094329684409325831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-hrt-brk.html' title='another Hært-brǣk'/><author><name>My Resting Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094408443777822507</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-947159087260000313.post-9142484678540596843</id><published>2009-05-06T23:40:00.011+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:36:34.350+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>oooYou are the place my life beginsxxx</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Looking at his photo, a song came to my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Flying without Wings by Westlife. My fav band from my teens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I still love them. Love their voice. Love the words in the songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everybody's looking for that something&lt;br /&gt;One thing that makes it all complete&lt;br /&gt;You'll find it in the strangest places&lt;br /&gt;Places you never knew it could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This song, really touch my heart since the first time I heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some find it in the face of their children&lt;br /&gt;Some find it in their lover's eyes&lt;br /&gt;Who can deny the joy it brings&lt;br /&gt;When you've found that special thing&lt;br /&gt;You're flying without wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;But when I found him, I can relate to the song better than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some find it sharing every morning&lt;br /&gt;Some in their solitary lives&lt;br /&gt;You'll find it in the words of others&lt;br /&gt;A simple line can make you laugh or cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I really thought I can find it in my solitary life. I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Well not a line, just a word of "Konbachiwa" can make me fly now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You'll find it in the deepest friendship&lt;br /&gt;The kind you cherish all your life&lt;br /&gt;And when you know how much that means&lt;br /&gt;You've found that special thing&lt;br /&gt;You're flying without wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I found it in friendship of course. Or more like comrade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;We were not best of friends but we share same heart beat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;He introduced them to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So, impossible as they may seem&lt;br /&gt;You've got to fight for every dream&lt;br /&gt;Cos who's to know which one you let go&lt;br /&gt;Would have made you complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I will definitely fight for my dreams. Biggest dreams of meeting him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Tell him how he changed my life, a few others' lives on his way of his own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for me it's waking up beside you&lt;br /&gt;To watch the sunrise on your face&lt;br /&gt;To know that I can say I love you&lt;br /&gt;In any given time or place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I won't expect this to fulfill. But I can say how much I love you anytime anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's little things that only I know&lt;br /&gt;Those are the things that make you mine&lt;br /&gt;And it's like flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;Cos you're my special thing&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Yes, he is my special thing. Thinking about him alone can make me soar high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"And you're the place my life begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And you'll be where it ends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;And that's the joy you bring&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying without wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I feel so far from him. I AM far from him but never in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I feel like I am very very far away from him.&lt;br /&gt;Is he feeling down? Last time he had some internal struggle, I feel terrible too.&lt;br /&gt;Is he alright?&lt;br /&gt;You must fight on, Dear. Now is the time testing your strength.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him so much. Time is testing my strength too.&lt;br /&gt;But you are my special thing, I'm not gonna let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Ima made, Kore kara, Itsumademo, zutto hanasanai kara... Soba ni itekurete hoshii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-9142484678540596843?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/9142484678540596843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=9142484678540596843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/9142484678540596843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/9142484678540596843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/oooyou-are-place-my-life-beginsxxx.html' title='oooYou are the place my life beginsxxx'/><author><name>Chocolaier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465795802077503194</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-947159087260000313.post-1690853832164427411</id><published>2009-04-15T11:18:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:31:00.943+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tomo'/><title type='text'>"Say it ain't so, Joe"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Neeeeeee say it ain't so, Joe&lt;br /&gt;He has girlfriend who can join his family and friend only dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I really wish it is not happening.&lt;br /&gt;I pretend as I am reasonable person.&lt;br /&gt;But I am not. I am very sad and shock.&lt;br /&gt;He is 24. He is healthy young man. Besides this is his life.&lt;br /&gt;but all those not helping me at all. I hate reasonable thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me till 30, please. Only till 30.&lt;br /&gt;My heart hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomo, nande atashi no kokoro wo kirete hito wa anata no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-1690853832164427411?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1690853832164427411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=1690853832164427411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/1690853832164427411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/1690853832164427411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/say-it-aint-so-joe.html' title='&quot;Say it ain&apos;t so, Joe&quot;'/><author><name>My Resting Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094408443777822507</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-947159087260000313.post-8456780145151938961</id><published>2009-04-09T00:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T01:05:48.993+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tomo'/><title type='text'>Special Day &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is very special day for me.&lt;br /&gt;24 years ago, little boy named Tomohisa arrived to the world. I was 6 months and 6 days old.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought this little boy will become my world 20 years later.&lt;br /&gt;Now he became my everything.&lt;br /&gt;His words gives me hope to carry on with my life when I was walking like a blind man.&lt;br /&gt;He gives me strength through his essays and interviews.&lt;br /&gt;A guy younger than me working so hard made me ashamed of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Made me begin to think about my future.&lt;br /&gt;Made me reevaluate my value in society.&lt;br /&gt;And everything little things like getting up early for work is not troublesome, eating alone in cafeteria is not bother me...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I can give back to him for all these...&lt;br /&gt;I will always be grateful to Naomi-mama for giving birth to him.&lt;br /&gt;If only he can know my gratitude &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOMOHISA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;てんじょび　おめでとう&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a9cc7d07bdedbc6d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da9cc7d07bdedbc6d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331217529%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D44F1B46A57C7AF436DB79382BB36F9EF0599B621.6A09C346136B646E38421F61AC728DB7C529C197%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da9cc7d07bdedbc6d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJcWjXGXJ0XkBbURX4MVQ3_-IdfI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da9cc7d07bdedbc6d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331217529%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D44F1B46A57C7AF436DB79382BB36F9EF0599B621.6A09C346136B646E38421F61AC728DB7C529C197%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da9cc7d07bdedbc6d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJcWjXGXJ0XkBbURX4MVQ3_-IdfI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-8456780145151938961?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a9cc7d07bdedbc6d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8456780145151938961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=8456780145151938961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/8456780145151938961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/8456780145151938961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/special-day-3.html' title='Special Day &lt;3'/><author><name>Chocolaier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465795802077503194</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-947159087260000313.post-1692771486533787650</id><published>2009-04-07T13:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:09:10.616+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikki'/><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;&gt;Feelings&lt;&lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hated to look for a job. I really did. I would rather starve to death than that.&lt;br /&gt;Now I found something I hate more. To look for a job for my dad.&lt;br /&gt;All the things are not in his favor.&lt;br /&gt;And when I see my mom hopeful face when receive one or two email which are not even about the jobs, it is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly how she felt.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hopefully this email is asking for interview.  and want to be happy but not sure if it is for interview.&lt;br /&gt;Then I tell her flatly "no, this is just some junk mail" in a tone of how come you are so back-dated with IT things.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am the worst. People tend to angry when they surpressed their feelings for so long?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what I am. I don't cry. I don't get angry. I don't get friendly. I don't even have emotion at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Tomo, tasukete!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-1692771486533787650?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1692771486533787650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=1692771486533787650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/1692771486533787650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/1692771486533787650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/feelings.html' title='&gt;&gt;&gt;Feelings&lt;&lt;&lt;'/><author><name>Chocolaier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465795802077503194</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-947159087260000313.post-4415980663535349229</id><published>2009-04-06T23:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:54:02.541+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>\\\Oyakodon to Kimi no suki na toko///</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had Oyakodon for today lunch. He love Oyakodon so much, so I had to try it.&lt;br /&gt;I say not bad but I won't mention it in every interview if I were him. ^^&lt;br /&gt;There is one song I want to sing to him if he can hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Kimi no suki na toko"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;思いが募るほどに  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;直接顔見ては言えない&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omoi ga tsunoru hodo ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  chokusetsu kao mite wa ienai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;君の好きなところなんて  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;数えきれないほどあるのに&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kimi no suki na tokoro nante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  kazoekirenai hodo aru noni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;いざ目の前にすると  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;何も言えなくなってしまう&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iza me no mae ni suru to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  nani mo ienaku natte shimau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;会えない日に積み重ねた  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;願いも　迷いも　ため息も&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aenai hi ni tsumikasaneta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  negai mo mayoi mo tameiki mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ほら　今　この気持ち 君に言ってみたら&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hora ima kono kimochi kimi ni itte mitara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;困った顔するかな?　その逆ならいいな&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;komatta kao suru kana? sono gyaku nara ii na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;照れた笑顔　すねた横顔　ぐしゃぐしゃ泣き顔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tereta egao suneta yokogao gushagusha nakigao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;長いまつげ　耳のかたち　切りすぎた前髪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nagai matsuge mimi no katachi kirisugita maegami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;君の好きなとこなら  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;星の数ほどあるのに&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kimi no suki na toko nara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  hoshi no kazu hodo aru noni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;一つも言葉に出来なくて&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hitotsu mo kotoba ni dekinakute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;恋をすればするほど 駆け引きはうまくはなるけど&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;koi wo sureba suru hodo kakehiki wa umaku wa naru kedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;この胸のムズがゆさに  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;いつもギリギリ手が届かない&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kono mune no muzugayusa ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  itsumo girigiri te ga todokanai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;困った顔　見たくて　いじわる言ってみる&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;komatta kao mitakute ijiwaru itte miru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ほんとは　全てが　可愛くてしょうがないくせに&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;honto wa subete ga kawaikute shou ga nai kuse ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;片方だけできるエクボ　朝のかすれた声&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;katahou dake dekiru EKUBO asa no kasureta koe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;唇の色　髪の匂い　抱きしめた温度&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuchibiru no iro kami no nioi dakishimeta ondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;君の好きなとこなら  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;誰よりも知ってるのに&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kimi no suki na toko nara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  dareyorimo shitteru noni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;なぜ伝えられないのだろう?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naze tsutaerarenai no darou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;お腹が空くと　機嫌が悪くなって黙りこむ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;onaga ga suku to kigen ga waruku natte damarikomu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;酔うとすぐ寝るくせに　帰りたくないとすねる&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you to sugu neru kuse ni kaeritakunai to suneru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;君の嫌なところも　そりゃ少しはあるけれど&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kimi no iya na tokoro mo sorya sukoshi wa aru keredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;会えばいつも許してしまう&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aeba itsumo yurushite shimau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ホッとした顔　笑ったときに八の字になる眉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hottoshita kao waratta tokini hanoji ninaru mayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;皮肉やなのに　意外と人情ものに弱い&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hiniku ya na noni igai to ninjou mono ni yowai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;君の好きなとこなら&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kimi no suki na toko nara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;世界中の誰よりも 知ってる僕が嬉しくて&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sekaijuu no dare yori mo shitteru bokuga ureshikute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ら今　君が笑うから&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hora ima kimi ga warau kara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;なぜだろう　言葉に出来なくて&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naze darou kotoba ni dekinakute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-4415980663535349229?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4415980663535349229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=4415980663535349229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/4415980663535349229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/4415980663535349229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/oyakodon-kimi-no-suki-na-toko.html' title='\\\Oyakodon to Kimi no suki na toko///'/><author><name>Chocolaier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465795802077503194</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-947159087260000313.post-6749253341401666839</id><published>2009-04-03T23:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:07:23.297+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>This feeling in My &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The friend I got a few weeks a go?&lt;br /&gt;I think she hate me now. Maybe I really shouldn't said what I think about you, P.&lt;br /&gt;When I thought I found who will share my feelings ne...&lt;br /&gt;That's why I don't want any new friends... I hate to pretend. I hate to compromise. I hate to lose someone.&lt;br /&gt;When there is nothing, I lose nothing...&lt;br /&gt;I love your new single...&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I ordered both editions ^^&lt;br /&gt;Ganbatte... Sekai no NEWS made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;nee, Tomo... daisuki...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-6749253341401666839?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6749253341401666839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=6749253341401666839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/6749253341401666839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/6749253341401666839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-feeling-in-my-3.html' title='This feeling in My &lt;3'/><author><name>My Resting Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094408443777822507</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-947159087260000313.post-7601674514657881824</id><published>2009-03-24T10:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:17:24.978+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>#@$&amp;#*@&amp;%^$</title><content type='html'>Like someone says, I must get this out of me or I will explode.&lt;br /&gt;His group new single is coming out and with DVD this time.&lt;br /&gt;But other 2 units are start selling Album and Concert DVD the same day.&lt;br /&gt;You know what, all are from same Angency. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First other unit released two new single last month and this month.&lt;br /&gt;Second other unit finished their tour almost same time as His group.&lt;br /&gt;AND HIS GROUP RELEASED THEIR LAST ALBUM LAST YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't f*ck with me...&lt;br /&gt;I am so pissed now...&lt;br /&gt;If I know how to I want to swear very bad at JE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more, DVD coming with news single is from DIAMOND.&lt;br /&gt;People are suspecting no Concert DVD this year.&lt;br /&gt;If that happened, you are dead JE... I am not lying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will warn you this time only.&lt;br /&gt;I am a very stressed working girl.&lt;br /&gt;My only relaxation is his group and him.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone make their life miserable, YOU feel my wrath to your bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomo, sore wa anata e no atashi no ai desu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-7601674514657881824?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7601674514657881824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=7601674514657881824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/7601674514657881824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/7601674514657881824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='#@$&amp;#*@&amp;%^$'/><author><name>Chocolaier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465795802077503194</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947159087260000313.post-3132390453793015806</id><published>2009-03-12T11:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:49:37.494+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>````No Title''''</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I made a new friend yesterday. How?&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays only something connect to Pi can interest me.&lt;br /&gt;So she is someone who know a lot about him.&lt;br /&gt;She is nice. Friendly. Give me a lot of info of Pi.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know her name yet. I'd like to know but it is not important.&lt;br /&gt;It is good to have someone to talk about your love.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everybody around me don't take my feeling seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomo, thank you for letting me know her.&lt;br /&gt;You always bring me luck and joy. Maybe you ARE my lucky star.&lt;br /&gt;ohhh like always, my post trun out talking to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway Tomo daisuki...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-3132390453793015806?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3132390453793015806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=3132390453793015806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/3132390453793015806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/3132390453793015806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-made-new-friend-yesterday.html' title='````No Title&apos;&apos;&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>My Resting Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094408443777822507</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-947159087260000313.post-9026848590341494335</id><published>2009-03-07T00:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T01:05:43.351+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>----if you have to chose++++</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today I saw one breath taking photo... of him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to see what he was looking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to know what he was thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to feel what he was feeling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'cause he looks so peaceful and beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am losing my mind and reasons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does this call LOVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If this is not love, I know I won't be in love all my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'cause this is my limit... I can't love anyone like this anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tomo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;daisuki&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-9026848590341494335?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/9026848590341494335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=9026848590341494335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/9026848590341494335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/9026848590341494335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-you-have-to-chose.html' title='----if you have to chose++++'/><author><name>My Resting Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094408443777822507</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-947159087260000313.post-7956357575615071682</id><published>2009-03-03T14:39:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:40:54.810+09:00</updated><title type='text'>~Atashi no Yuuki wa Anata da~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;On the first of March, Ryo-chan got into car accident.&lt;br /&gt;He is the one caused the accident which injured 60 years old woman in the car in front.&lt;br /&gt;Johnny banned him from driving for 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;How glad I am it was nothing more than that.&lt;br /&gt;And today, someone called me. The same someone who called me on my 24th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Was I happy? I think I was.&lt;br /&gt;Am I happy? I think I am.&lt;br /&gt;Should I? No, I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Everything should be over now. I shouldn't have any feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't feel even sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ne Tomo, doushite ii no? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yappari, I want someone to care about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kowai wa. Atashi hitori ja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yuuki wo okurete kudasai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-7956357575615071682?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7956357575615071682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=7956357575615071682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/7956357575615071682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/7956357575615071682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2009/03/atashi-no-yuuki-wa-anata-da.html' title='~Atashi no Yuuki wa Anata da~'/><author><name>Chocolaier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465795802077503194</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-947159087260000313.post-308464367299160119</id><published>2009-02-25T12:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:02:29.945+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>... I am amazed by myself ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Untill now everybody said I am so carzy over him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;But I always thought I have a control over myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Little did I know is I don't have control at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Today at work, fire alarm went off suddenly... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;At that moment, only thing I can think of is to check LJ ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"I want to know what is the latest news of him before I die", that was what I am thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Tell me and tell me again; I am crazy... beyond redemption... now I finally realise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;By the way, that fire alarm was false alram. Damn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-308464367299160119?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/308464367299160119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=308464367299160119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/308464367299160119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/308464367299160119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-amazed-by-myself.html' title='... I am amazed by myself ...'/><author><name>My Resting Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094408443777822507</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-947159087260000313.post-4758669149624613513</id><published>2009-02-20T15:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:21:41.704+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikki'/><title type='text'>!Now you know why I love him so much!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Konbachiwa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Today I went boxing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I'm more tired than usual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Even though I only practised till Round 5 of the "15 minute" set boxing routine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I'm already so tired that I'm nearly out of breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Compared to 2,3 years ago, this time is really much more tiring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;It's so frustrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I must work harder. (Laugh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Even though the intention is very simple, I hate to lose therefore I must work hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I must practise until at Round 5, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;my face does not change colour and still able to do the Hallelujah~ Chance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;And also with this kind of simple intention, that's why I'm able to continue till the 2000th entry, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;It's also because all of you are reading my diaries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Arigato ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Then there's the staff san who help to take care of my original entries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;From time to time, I always could not complete my original entries within the stated time frame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Thanks for not giving up on me all these years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;The reason why those who came to read my diaries is due to the fact that they have come to know about me through the various magazines that I had appeared, the various drama that I had acted in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;From there, it was the first time that you know about my existence, isn't that so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Therefore, a lot of people are looking at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;There are doubtful times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I do not know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;But everyone seems to know about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Therefore I want to work even harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Taking with me, the thankful feelings towards everyone, working harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Those of you who have always been supporting me I would want to look at everyone in the eyes and say from the bottom of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Thank you for your continual support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Hence, from now onwards, please stay by my side. (Laugh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I will give my best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;From now onwards, please support xxxx too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is his diary entry for 2000th volume. He is someone you can rely on, don't you think so.&lt;br /&gt;Things like that make my love bigger and bigger for him.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish he know.&lt;br /&gt;On other side I think he knows, he knows there are people like me who love him dearly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-4758669149624613513?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4758669149624613513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=4758669149624613513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/4758669149624613513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/4758669149624613513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-you-know-why-i-love-him-so-much.html' title='!Now you know why I love him so much!'/><author><name>My Resting Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094408443777822507</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-947159087260000313.post-2101651171881902502</id><published>2009-02-02T20:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:03:50.423+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikki'/><title type='text'>No work and No News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Lately, he is very free.&lt;br /&gt;No work for him yet, I think. (at least no news leak to fandom yet)&lt;br /&gt;I am kind of worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if he got depressed? Feel like his popularity decreasing?&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I am the one got depressed instead ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is strong. He said that himself and his personality shows it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja this will be my nikki for today.&lt;br /&gt;I have no topic too. (laugh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-2101651171881902502?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2101651171881902502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=2101651171881902502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/2101651171881902502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/2101651171881902502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-work-and-no-news.html' title='No work and No News'/><author><name>My Resting Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094408443777822507</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-947159087260000313.post-2331452834706231633</id><published>2009-01-16T14:06:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:35:49.039+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Hello... get a life please</title><content type='html'>She is very whiny and annoying...&lt;br /&gt;I love my job and my working environment...&lt;br /&gt;if she don't like it, that is her problem...&lt;br /&gt;she said her parents are rich, her bf is rich, her bro is rich...&lt;br /&gt;dose she still need to work for her school fees if she fine that job miserable...&lt;br /&gt;she keep whining she wants to quit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-2331452834706231633?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2331452834706231633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=2331452834706231633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/2331452834706231633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/2331452834706231633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-get-life-please.html' title='Hello... get a life please'/><author><name>Chocolaier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465795802077503194</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-947159087260000313.post-8460993290206810034</id><published>2009-01-13T14:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:02:45.332+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Arigatou Ima</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Since morning this song keep playing in my head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I want to dedicate this to Tomohisa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Every words represent my thoughts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;NewS - Arigatou Ima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Anata ni deaeta kara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Asa no hikari ga mabushikute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Me wo tojite mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Kokoro no naka ni sashikonde kuru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Yasashisa ya nukumori wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Itsu no ma ni ka wasurete ita yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Ikiru yuuki to kibou wo kurete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Kokoro kara anata arigatou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Anata ni mitsumerarete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Umare kawaru kono inochi arukidasu yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Atarashii ashita sagashitsuzukete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Kanashimi ya kurushisa ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Mou makenai yo anata ga ireba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Ikiru yuuki wo oshiete kurete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Kokoro kara anata arigatou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Yasashisa ya nukumori wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Itsu no ma ni ka wasurete ita yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Ikiru yuuki to kibou wo kurete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Kokoro kara anata arigatou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-8460993290206810034?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8460993290206810034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=8460993290206810034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/8460993290206810034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/8460993290206810034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2009/01/since-morning-this-song-keep-playing-in.html' title='Arigatou Ima'/><author><name>Chocolaier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465795802077503194</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-947159087260000313.post-3719256739921312036</id><published>2009-01-08T18:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:26:23.645+09:00</updated><title type='text'>"A New Year has come"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy New Year to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I has the worst new year eve of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(when I was looking forward to pass the time with everyboy, everybody has their only plan, which didn't include me...&lt;br /&gt;My parents argued just nice on midnight...&lt;br /&gt;My only joy, Pi, I couldn't connect to his show. ohhhh what can be worst)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but I am hoping to pass coming year as the best year so far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Well, seems like it is gonna be,  coz I am getting better at being optimistic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;This year, I won't make plan which include others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I will find happiness even if I will be alone... And I am really getting better and better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I will see in 31.12.2009 if I can fulfill my wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Akemashite Omedetou minna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-3719256739921312036?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3719256739921312036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=3719256739921312036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/3719256739921312036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/3719256739921312036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-has-come.html' title='&quot;A New Year has come&quot;'/><author><name>Chocolaier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465795802077503194</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-947159087260000313.post-723295794501523730</id><published>2008-12-05T18:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:18:47.727+09:00</updated><title type='text'>no news of NEWS' Captian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;No nikki today. I hope he is ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I am feeling a lot better today. If that means he is feeling better too???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I will see tomorrow. If it is, we are connected by telepath. cool huh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-723295794501523730?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/723295794501523730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=723295794501523730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/723295794501523730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/723295794501523730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-news-of-news-captian.html' title='no news of NEWS&apos; Captian'/><author><name>Chocolaier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465795802077503194</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-947159087260000313.post-4997257614577761764</id><published>2008-12-04T14:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:21:51.283+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Update of my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recently, something is wrong with him. He seems so depress or unhappy or uncertain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know what make him unhappy but I know that make me unhappy too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like crying everytime I see his ??sad?? face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every night I feel very uneasy and hoping tomorrow he will be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As days go by and he still seems troubled, my mind hitting bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really did type in his name where I have to type in commend to my PC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did a lot of mistake these days. I make more mistakes this few days compare to last few months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nobody will believe me if I say all this is because of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because we don't know each other at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He is someone from far away and only chance he can know me is if he happen to read my letters from millions of letters he get everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I love him more than I know him. Much much more than that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, that's all for today update of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In short, my mind is full of him... (^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-4997257614577761764?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4997257614577761764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=4997257614577761764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/4997257614577761764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/4997257614577761764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2008/12/update-of-my-mind.html' title='Update of my mind'/><author><name>Chocolaier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465795802077503194</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-947159087260000313.post-1991521454692504490</id><published>2008-11-05T13:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:00:56.897+09:00</updated><title type='text'>New 'I' or Damaged 'I'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I kind of break up with my first and only Bf...&lt;br /&gt;Will I become new I or damaged I???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning another new language, but the stress is high...&lt;br /&gt;Will I become better I or stress-out I???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look for my peace in Tomohisa-shi...&lt;br /&gt;Will I become peacful I or fanatic I???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to look things in new light...&lt;br /&gt;Will I become insightful I or weird I???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to change my habits...&lt;br /&gt;Will I become perfect I or different I???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, who am I???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-1991521454692504490?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1991521454692504490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=1991521454692504490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/1991521454692504490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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crush???&lt;br /&gt;Or is it lust???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am in love...&lt;br /&gt;but in love with invisible guy...&lt;br /&gt;He is everywhere yet he is nowhere...&lt;br /&gt;He is so near to me yet so far away...&lt;br /&gt;He know everything yet he know nothing...&lt;br /&gt;He is everything to me yet he still is everything to me... &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anata no koto sukidesu...&lt;br /&gt;Anata wo aishiteru desu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-8394700259933325912?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8394700259933325912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-947159087260000313.post-7574572643030614374</id><published>2007-09-21T10:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T10:50:31.403+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is he?</title><content type='html'>There is someone trying to creep into my heart...&lt;br /&gt;He call my full name which only my father like to call.&lt;br /&gt;He make me laugh even when I am stress out.&lt;br /&gt;Because of him, my staying away from my family is bearable.&lt;br /&gt;Because of him, work is enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;His jealous face when I speak or help other guys, make my heart gone mad.&lt;br /&gt;His reddened face when colleagues tease us, make me want to hug him tight.&lt;br /&gt;He sang "you are my sunshine" for me.&lt;br /&gt;He asked "want to go out sometime on the weekends?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But who is he and where is he?&lt;br /&gt;When will he say those things to me?&lt;br /&gt;When can I feel like I am an apple of someone's eye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-7574572643030614374?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7574572643030614374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=7574572643030614374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/7574572643030614374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/7574572643030614374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2007/09/who-is-he.html' title='Who is he?'/><author><name>My Resting Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094408443777822507</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-947159087260000313.post-755691385587478190</id><published>2007-09-14T09:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T10:10:50.745+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness</title><content type='html'>When everybody is gone, I want to sit down and rest.&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired of life. But I am too afraid to lose it too.&lt;br /&gt;I try very hard to keep it in good shape.&lt;br /&gt;My body seems well but my mind is deteriorating.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this will not become worse.&lt;br /&gt;I pray all my heart out to live in better life.&lt;br /&gt;I am going crazy if this thing continue.&lt;br /&gt;I am getting crazier and crazier.&lt;br /&gt;Please someone make it stop!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-755691385587478190?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/755691385587478190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=755691385587478190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/755691385587478190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/755691385587478190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2007/09/madness.html' title='Madness'/><author><name>My Resting Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094408443777822507</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-947159087260000313.post-8895246387098119508</id><published>2007-09-11T13:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T13:37:17.738+09:00</updated><title type='text'>tOdAy!!!</title><content type='html'>Today...&lt;br /&gt;I let someone find me in my secret place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;I give someone a map to my resting cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;I show someone the grave of my broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;I am free from loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;I am healed to be hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;It's a new day&lt;br /&gt;And I am gonna embrace it... ... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-8895246387098119508?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8895246387098119508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=8895246387098119508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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of friends, whom I shall miss&lt;br /&gt;He is not banished, though, for this-&lt;br /&gt;Nor he, nor sadness, nor delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I shall walk with him no more,&lt;br /&gt;A low voice sound upon the shore.&lt;br /&gt;He must not watch my resting place&lt;br /&gt;But who shall draive a mournful face&lt;br /&gt;From the sad winds about my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not hear his voice complain&lt;br /&gt;But who shall stop the patient rain?&lt;br /&gt;His tears must not disturb my heart&lt;br /&gt;But who shall change the years, and part&lt;br /&gt;The world from every thought of pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not banished, for the showers&lt;br /&gt;Yet wake this green warm earth of ours.&lt;br /&gt;How can the summer but be sweet?&lt;br /&gt;I shall not have him at my feet,&lt;br /&gt;And yet my feet are on the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;By Anonymous English Poet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/947159087260000313-1215699015625113781?l=hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1215699015625113781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=947159087260000313&amp;postID=1215699015625113781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/1215699015625113781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/947159087260000313/posts/default/1215699015625113781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingplaceofmine.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-resting-place.html' title='My Resting Place'/><author><name>My Resting Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094408443777822507</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-947159087260000313.post-5608030782380743618</id><published>2007-08-13T15:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T15:50:39.187+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulfunctioning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I let my eyes close &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and it never open up to anything since then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let my mouth keep quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and it never voice out a thing since then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let my 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