<?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-3319035910918369400</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:29:56.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LITTLEmissCADAVER. &lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'>i love you. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-2837131293119342045</id><published>2007-08-03T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T06:55:39.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHARACTERS.</title><content type='html'>EDWARD CULLEN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal History&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Anthony Masen was born on June 20, 1901 to Edward and Elizabeth Masen. Edward dying of the Spanish influenza in Chicago in 1918 when he was changed into a vampire by a doctor named Carlisle Cullen, due to an indirect request made by his dying mother. Carlisle believed that Elizabeth sensed that he was different somehow and asked him do "what others cannot do" to save her son's life. As a human, Edward was very sensitive to the thoughts of the people around him, and when he was changed, he gained the ability to read others' minds. Ten years after he became a vampire, Edward rebelled against Carlisle's practice of drinking animals' blood instead of humans' and left. Since he could read minds, he purposefully sought out and preyed on only the worst of society, which was how he justified his actions to himself. However, after a few years, he became guilt-ridden, realized that Carlisle was right, and returned home. He has not strayed since. Later, while living in Forks, Washington and attending the high school there, he meets Isabella "Bella" Swan. He soon discovers that he is practically unable to resist the smell of her blood, which is intoxicating to him. He vows to avoid her, but fate intervenes. He learns to control himself as he falls head over heels in love with her and she does the same for him. Over the period that they spend together, she discovers what he is and, to Edward's surprise, is unrepulsed. She accepts him and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twilight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Bella's first day at Forks High School, Edward notices that he is unable to read Bella's mind and is frustrated. Later, in Biology, he is nearly overwhelmed by the scent of her blood, to the point of contemplating killing everyone else in the classroom so there would be no witnesses to her death. Edward is resentful and angry that Bella could make him lose the control he'd built for years so easily. In hopes of preventing a calamity, he doesn't acknowledge her, even though she is sitting next to him, and when the bell rings, he is the first person out of class. After school, he tries to transfer out of Biology, but when Bella walks into the office, that same desire to drink her blood nearly overcomes him. To avoid doing something he would later regret, he leaves quickly and drives to Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week, Edward returns to school, determined not to allow the new girl to disrupt the life he and his family have created in Forks. Edward, now prepared to resist Bella's tempting blood, is able to converse with Bella in class. But the day after his return, Bella is nearly hit by Tyler Crowley's van. In a split-second decision, he saves her life using his supernatural speed and strength in public, risking exposure of not only himself but his entire family. Bella witnesses his abilities and becomes suspicious while his family's reactions range from disapproval to fury. Presumably because of a fight with his family, Edward ends all contact with Bella for about six weeks until he can't take it anymore, saying that he's tired of trying to stay away from her. They become friends, sitting and talking together at lunch. While socializing with teenagers of the nearby Quileute tribe, Bella notes that they hint at the Cullens not being allowed on their reservation. She meets Jacob Black, the son of her father's friend, and tricks him into telling her tribal legends by flirting outrageously. He says that Quileutes were believed to be descended from werewolves and that the Cullen family-vampires-moved into the area years ago. They made a treaty with the werewolves: the vampires must not bite a human or enter the reservation, and the werewolves must not expose the vampires for what they are. Bella is shocked and terrified as she finally comes to terms with this strange reality, but by that point they're in too deep. It is too late for either of them to stay away from the other. When Bella is interrogated by Jessica about her relationship with Edward, she tells her they are secretly dating as opposed to a truth no one will believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with Edward is a lethal risk for Bella because he must constantly fight his desire for her blood as well as the fact that he could very easily kill her without meaning to. He constantly warns Bella against being with him but she ignores him. His fears become justified when, during a Cullens family baseball game in the woods, a group of human-eating vampires smells Bella. Edward can hear that one of them, a tracker called James, has decided he must kill Bella. Terrified for her safety, the whole Cullens family splits up to confuse James. Alice and Jasper take Bella to a hotel room in Phoenix, where they wait to see if the others have destroyed James, which is their intention. James, however, is clever. He eludes the others and tricks Bella into thinking that he has her mother. He uses this to get her to come to him. He decides to kill her slowly, and this gives the Cullens time to find them, which they do just in time. Even though James has already bitten her, the wound is clean and Edward is able to suck the poison back out of Bella without drinking all her blood. Bella spends several weeks in a hospital in Phoenix recovering from her wounds. Edward feels guilty that about the risk to her safety. Bella brings up wanting to be changed into a vampire, but Edward sternly refuses. They return to Forks and finish out the school year. Edward takes Bella to prom, despite the fact that Bella has a broken leg. The book ends on a happy note, but Bella and Edward are still at an impasse on the turning-Bella-into-a-vampire issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In New Moon, Bella gets a paper cut at the birthday party Edward's family is throwing for her, which, in a series of events, leads to a much larger gash on her forearm. She is almost attacked by Edward's brother, Jasper. Edward loves Bella unconditionally and is willing to do anything to protect her, even leave her, which he does. He tells Bella that he doesn't love her anymore, to give her a clean break, and then leaves Forks with his family, believing that with them gone, she will finally be safe and move on. He wanders around for a few months, attempting to track Victoria, whom he believes might endanger Bella's life, but mostly just living a depressed and meaningless life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella, meanwhile, withdraws into herself for several months, not allowing herself to think or feel. In a deja vu experience, she discovers that she hears Edward's voice when she is being reckless, so she aquires two motorcycles and asks her friend, Jacob Black, to help her fix them and learn to ride. As they work on the motorcycles and talk and laugh together, Bella begins to heal just the tiniest bit and she and Jacob become steadfast friends, although Jacob hopes for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob has his own problems, though. Interestingly enough, Jacob is one of an ancient line of werewolves, a member of the Quileute Tribe that has forever been the mortal enemy of any vampire, even the (relatively) innocent Cullen family. There is a treaty between the Quileutes and the Cullens: the Cullens will not bite/kill any humans in the Forks area, nor will they set foot on the reservation on pain of dismembermant by werewolves; the Quileutes will not reveal the Cullens' identity. At first Jacob thinks all this is legend, and he is frightened by the influence a young man on the reservation, Sam Uley, has on some of the Quileute youth. But when Jacob makes the change himself in response to a new vampire threat, he learns that Sam went through his own werewolven hardships, including an rather bloody incident with his girlfriend (now fiancee) Emily. She has massive claw scars all over the side of her face as the result of an argument with Sam. As werewolves are short-tempered, highly volatile, and likely to explode into wolf form when provoked to anger, Jacob, prompted by his new pack, agrees that he ought to stay away from Bella. Besides, he is busy patrolling the forest with his pack, searching for the vampires in the area who are killing local hikers. Jacob and the pack save Bella, who is hiking in the forest, from one of them: Laurent (from Twilight). Before the over-sized wolves run him off, Laurent tells Bella that Victoria, the red-haired mate of James (also from Twilight), is trying to find her to exact revenge on Edward. Bella is terrified that one of them might hurt Charlie, although she doesn't really care if she dies or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first Jacob merely avoids Bella and hopes she wll take the hint. But Bella does not take no for an answer and she persists until Jacob tells her he can't see her anymore. Bella leaves, heart-broken again. Guilt-ridden, but forbidden by the alphawolf to reveal their secrets, Jacob sneaks into Bella's room and tries to get her to remember the legends she already knows about his tribe. He hopes she will guess what he has become so she will understand why it is dangerous for him to be with her. When she does guess, Jacob is happy to discover that Bella still wants his company and that she knows more than the werewolves do about the vampires they are facing. She is surprised that the wrewolves finished Laurent off, given vampire strength, and she informs them that the remaining vampire, Victoria, is in fact after her. The werewolf pack is grateful for her information, but angry that Jacob revealed their secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so much stress, Jacob promises Bella that they will do something fun. She suggests cliff-diving, as she is eager to hear Edward's voice again and motorcycling is no longer enough of a thrill. However, Victoria reenters the territory and Jacob must go investigate, so their "date" is cancelled. Bella decides that that is no reason she shouldn't enjoy herself, and she jumps off the cliff into the sea by herself, not remembering that a storm is brewing and that she cannot possibly swim against the current below the cliffs. Luckily, Jacob was circling around to check on her anyway, and he hears her scream. He enters the water and drags her to shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Bella gets home, to her delight and Jacob's disgust, Alice Cullen is waiting in the living room. Alice is surprised to see Bella, because she had had a vision of Bella jumping off the cliff--apparently in suicide. Bella asks that Alice stay with her and tells her about Victoria. Alice leaves to hunt but soon returns. Jacob calls Bella to make sure she is safe, but he is still angry that she is fraternizing with a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward is in Brazil when Rosalie, driven by a huge misunderstanding, tells him that Bella is dead--that Alice had seen her jump off a cliff. He tries calling Bella's house to see if this is true, and another misunderstanding involving Jacob Black occurs, leading Edward to believe that Bella really is dead. Unwilling and unable to live without her, Edward rushes to Volterra, Italy, and the Volturi (the "royal family" of vampires) in order to ask them to kill him. When they refuse, Edward decides to force their hand by exposing himself as a vampire inside their own city, which would lead immediately to his execution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella, who rushes to Italy with Alice as soon as they realize what Edward is doing, stops him in the nick of time. But even though he has not exposed himself, they still aren't safe. Edward has exposed their secret to a human (Bella) and by their laws she must die or become a vampire herself. The leader discovers from Alice that Bella will be changed soon enough--despite Edward's protests--and they are allowed to leave. Back in Forks, Bella learns that Edward really does love her and gathers the Cullens (who have moved back) in a meeting where the family votes on whether or not Bella should be changed. The majority votes affirmatively, but they all agree that it should not happen until after she graduates from high school, in order to raise less suspicion. Edward is enraged, but later agrees to change Bella if she will marry him. Later, Jacob reminds Edward that the Cullens are not allowed to bite a human without violating the treaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Physical Appearance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward is described as being impossibly handsome. His skin is pale, ice cold. He has dark, purpleish circles under his eyes, as if always tired. In the sunlight his skin sparkles, as with all other vampires. His eyes change color depending on his level of thirst; a light gold when he has just fed, gradually darkening through the golden tones to black as his thirst progresses. His hair is described as bronze or reddish brown and is always in "casual disarray". Edward is 6'2" and lanky, but still quite muscular and is described as boyish looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vampire Abilities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward, like all vampires, is much stronger and faster than humans. Edward can also read minds as a side affect of his nature within up to a few-mile radius. The only exception to his ability is Isabella Swan. Like other vampires in the series, Edward is not adversely affected by sunlight, but avoids it, as it causes his skin to sparkle. Stephenie Meyer's vampires are incapable of sleeping, and receive nutrients only from blood. He and his clan resist the temptation to drink human blood, a vampire's natural food source, choosing instead to drink the blood of animals located around Forks. Vampires release a venom when they bite their prey. If this venom is absorbed into a human's bloodstream, they will undergo the painful process into a vampire in approximately three days, depending on the location of the bite relative to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Romantic Relationships&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isabella Swan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella Swan, "Bella," is Edward's first and only girlfriend. Edward fell for Bella despite his apprehensions and constant struggles to keep her safe. Edward has a strong attraction to Bella's blood--much more than he is attracted to other human blood--making it extremely difficult for Edward even to be in her presence. In New Moon, the Volturi tell Edward that Bella is his "singer" (la tua cantante), because her blood "sings" for him. But eventually, Edward becomes better able to resist her blood and forms a romantic relationship with her. Edward loves Bella deeply and would do anything for her, even going so far as to try to commit suicide after hearing about her 'death', refusing to live without her. But as much as he loves her, Edward refuses to change Bella into a vampire, despite her strong desire to become one, because of his strong belief that vampires are the damned and soulless and his fears that Bella would be subject to the same fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Rosalie Hale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosalie was originally intended to be Edward's mate, but the two have never had more than sibling-like feelings for each other. It became clear that they would never be involved romantically when Rosalie came across a human, Emmett, about to be mauled by a bear. Not trusting herself to overcome her bloodlust in the process of saving him, she carried him to Carlisle and begged him to turn Emmett into a vampire for her. Carlisle did so, and Rosalie became human-turned-vampire Emmett's mate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-2837131293119342045?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/2837131293119342045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=2837131293119342045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/2837131293119342045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/2837131293119342045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/08/characters.html' title='CHARACTERS.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-3103357071173216792</id><published>2007-08-03T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:20:36.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWILIGHT:my latest addiction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnL0zzVwncs/RrMxuZOA1jI/AAAAAAAAABY/eV8gnrUAPm4/s1600-h/200px-Book_jacket_of_Twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnL0zzVwncs/RrMxuZOA1jI/AAAAAAAAABY/eV8gnrUAPm4/s200/200px-Book_jacket_of_Twilight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094470276599567922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;summary&lt;/strong&gt; (beware for spoilers)&lt;br /&gt;Isabella Swan, (more commonly known as Bella Swan), decides to move from sunny Phoenix, Arizona to rainy Forks, Washington to live with her father, Charlie Swan, in order to allow her mother to travel with her new husband, Phil Dwyer, a minor league baseball player. Never having that many friends before, at Bella's new school she is quickly accepted, and finds she has several boys competing for her attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over time, Bella begins to find Forks a bit boring, the exception being Edward Cullen, the gorgeous, mysterious boy she sits next to in her biology class. Through careful observation, Bella realizes that Edward is more than he seems to be, but despite having many theories cannot bring herself to believe that there is a supernatural explanation for Edward's behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella believes Edward hates her, but this begins to change. He displays superhuman abilities in saving Bella from being hit by an out-of-control van about to crush her in the student parking lot of the high school. She realizes that the van hit him but that Edward seemed to be holding the van away from her which leads to Edward being called out by Bella. She confronts him with the strangeness of the situation but he refuses to talk to her about it. As time passes, Bella and Edward are time and again drawn to each other despite Edward's best efforts to keep his distance from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella eventually learns, from her friend Jacob Black of the Quileute (pronounced Quil-yoot) tribe, and her own observations, that Edward and his family are reformed vampires who substitute animal blood for human blood in their diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the obstacles presented by the vampiric nature of the Cullen family, Edward and Bella fall in love. Their foremost problem is Bella's alluring scent, which makes it difficult for Edward to restrain himself from drinking her blood. However, despite this and Bella's strange knack for constantly landing herself in dangerous situations, they manage to stay together safely for a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seemingly blissful state of affairs is thrown into chaos when another vampire coven sweeps into Forks, and their leader, James, sets his sights on Bella. Thrilled as much by the idea of outwitting a clan of vampires as by Bella's scent, an interstate game of cat and mouse ensues. Bella, under the assumption that James has kidnapped her mother, is lured to her former ballet studio, where James attacks her. Edward rescues Bella before she is almost killed by James, along with the Cullen clan, save for Esme and Rosalie. In the chaos, Bella is bitten by James, which complicates matters further, due to the venom injected when a vampire bites which starts the process of becoming a vampire. Edward takes up the task of sucking the venom out of Bella, thus saving her from the transformation while also restraining his urge to drain her. The book ends with the two going to Bella's prom. Beneath the surface, tension remains as Bella wishes for Edward to turn her into a vampire while Edward refuses to do so. The reason for Edward's adamant decision not to turn Bella into a vampire is not revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;im inlove with EDWARD CULLEN! LOL. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-3103357071173216792?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/3103357071173216792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=3103357071173216792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/3103357071173216792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/3103357071173216792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/08/twilightmy-latest-addiction.html' title='TWILIGHT:my latest addiction.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnL0zzVwncs/RrMxuZOA1jI/AAAAAAAAABY/eV8gnrUAPm4/s72-c/200px-Book_jacket_of_Twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-3609965757901646903</id><published>2007-08-03T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:20:36.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today.</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY ISSA AND CARMINA!&lt;br /&gt;(well actually their birthday was yesterday, but we celebrated it today anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;we went to g4. carmina(rather alyssa) made us "libre" in Super Bowl of China. honestly, i've never been there. the food was great. REALLY GOOD btw. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never really expected issa to go with us today so im really happy she was able to. =] (i love you dear.lol) it was a lata pan. (it was a lot of fun. get it?) yea. issa's so inlove with kim chiu. gosh, issa. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what, i just spent 50 pesos this day. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnL0zzVwncs/RrMwHpOA1iI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8wzrK-ZDZ0U/s1600-h/Handcuffs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnL0zzVwncs/RrMwHpOA1iI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8wzrK-ZDZ0U/s200/Handcuffs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094468511368009250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-3609965757901646903?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/3609965757901646903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=3609965757901646903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/3609965757901646903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/3609965757901646903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/08/today.html' title='today.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnL0zzVwncs/RrMwHpOA1iI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8wzrK-ZDZ0U/s72-c/Handcuffs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-8742879000765398338</id><published>2007-06-28T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T04:59:30.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pathetic</title><content type='html'>LUMLUM'S POEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dry leaf elegantly drifted&lt;br /&gt;Falling on a black river of dread&lt;br /&gt;The vile words of nature were now said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karmina, if I were you I would have done a lot&lt;br /&gt;If I were you I would have forbidden roses to rot&lt;br /&gt;If I were you I would have had flowers in my vortex of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;And I would have had humanity’s mind to cleanse and wrought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as you look at the world from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me what you see&lt;br /&gt;The tree that dies?&lt;br /&gt;The dying roses that plea?&lt;br /&gt;Or the menace of power and lust that ought not to be sought?&lt;br /&gt;Karmina, if I were you I would have done a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as you touch this flower with your palm&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me what it’s like&lt;br /&gt;The feel of the red rose, is it calm?&lt;br /&gt;Its curves and taste, are they all alike?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you want to pick it, but don’t want to be caught?&lt;br /&gt;That’s why, Karmina, if I were you I would have forbidden roses to rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;got this from a friend of mine who's desperately asking me if this poem is good enough. is she nuts? THIS IS ABSOLUTELY FUCKING WONDERFUL! it's sad and emo-ish.lol. but yea. iloveit. dont you? ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-8742879000765398338?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/8742879000765398338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=8742879000765398338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/8742879000765398338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/8742879000765398338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/pathetic.html' title='pathetic'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-2833224258172289816</id><published>2007-06-24T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T01:41:40.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quotes from inbox.</title><content type='html'>if id be given a chance to take anything from you without being noticed, id take &lt;strong&gt;all &lt;/strong&gt;the pain in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;for i&lt;em&gt; cant &lt;/em&gt;bear to see you &lt;strong&gt;falling apart &lt;/strong&gt;when you deserve to be &lt;em&gt;getting&lt;/em&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trials&lt;/strong&gt;, like a washing machine, &lt;em&gt;twist us, spin us and knock us around&lt;/em&gt; but in the end, we come out &lt;strong&gt;cleaner, brighter and better than before&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can &lt;strong&gt;never &lt;/strong&gt;own something that was never yours&lt;br /&gt;so let's &lt;strong&gt;stop&lt;/strong&gt; gripping on things we expect to last &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;forever is a &lt;strong&gt;lie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is &lt;strong&gt;transitory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while you have something in your hands, put in mind that it's just &lt;strong&gt;borrowed&lt;/strong&gt;so that someday when it's gone&lt;br /&gt;it wont take you &lt;strong&gt;eternity&lt;/strong&gt; just to let it go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sad when i fell for someone and finally decided to stop bcoz of the &lt;strong&gt;pain&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;i told everyone i moved on. but deep inside, i know i &lt;strong&gt;HAVENT&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;i&lt;strong&gt; NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; did.and maybe &lt;strong&gt;i never will&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never let someone hurt you &lt;strong&gt;twice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giving him a &lt;em&gt;2nd chance&lt;/em&gt; is exposing yourself&lt;br /&gt;to be hurt again if he had done it once, &lt;br /&gt;it's bound to happen &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;coz you give him the idea that no matter how much he'll hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;you'd still accept him over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;giving him the power to hurt you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"one is enough, two is too much."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a doll who fell inlove with a human..&lt;br /&gt;a fairy showed up to the doll and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"i can make you human, but tell me,&lt;br /&gt;what can you do that nobody else can't?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doll answered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"isnt it obvious? i love him so much,&lt;br /&gt;it made my plastic heart beat."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving someone who doesnt love you..&lt;br /&gt;is like watching a &lt;strong&gt;STAR&lt;/strong&gt; , you know you can &lt;strong&gt;never &lt;/strong&gt;reach...&lt;br /&gt;but you just have to keep on trying,&lt;br /&gt;why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stars CAN FALL&lt;/strong&gt;, right? &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thread asked the candle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"why do you dissolve yourself when i burn?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the candle replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"you're in my heart, if you seuffer,&lt;br /&gt;im bound to shed tears for you..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are from my inbox. i just posted them coz i think they're cute.&lt;br /&gt;today i just did my HWs. i so dont want to fail 3rd year! =))&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, there's a good thing that'll happen tomorrow. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, i found out that he really did like her. so that's why. (;_;)&lt;br /&gt;i knew it! haha. ha ha. ha ha. .&lt;br /&gt;:'D&lt;br /&gt;yes, i feel kind of relieved right now and disappointed as well.&lt;br /&gt;life has to go on, as they say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;move on.&lt;/strong&gt; *smiles really hard*&lt;br /&gt;there's a lot out there, &lt;br /&gt;i know, i can. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-2833224258172289816?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/2833224258172289816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=2833224258172289816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/2833224258172289816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/2833224258172289816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/quotes-from-inbox.html' title='quotes from inbox.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-6830715847057527200</id><published>2007-06-23T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T06:35:50.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GUYS' POINT OF VIEW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might agree with&lt;br /&gt;it, but when it actually happens 96%&lt;br /&gt;of girls dont realize it 'til it is&lt;br /&gt;too late and that guy who did it is so&lt;br /&gt;frustrated that he has moved on to&lt;br /&gt;someone who will take notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a guys point of view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if you talk to other&lt;br /&gt;guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if you're friends with&lt;br /&gt;other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you're sitting next to us, and&lt;br /&gt;some random guy walks into the room and&lt;br /&gt;you jump up and tackle him, without&lt;br /&gt;even introducing us, yeah, it pisses&lt;br /&gt;us off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help if you sit there and&lt;br /&gt;talk to him for ten minutes without&lt;br /&gt;evenacknowledging the fact that we're&lt;br /&gt;still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if a guy calls you, but&lt;br /&gt;at 2 in the morning we do get a little&lt;br /&gt;concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is that important at 2 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;that it can't wait till the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when we tell you you're pretty/&lt;br /&gt;beautiful/ gorgeous/cute/stunning, we&lt;br /&gt;freaking mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell us we're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll stop trying to convince you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the sexiest thing about a girl&lt;br /&gt;is her confidence.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you can quote me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mad when we hold the door&lt;br /&gt;open.&lt;br /&gt;Take Advantage of the mood i'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us pay for you! dont "feel bad"&lt;br /&gt;about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy doing it. It's expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile and say "thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss us when no one's watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you kiss us when you know somebody's&lt;br /&gt;looking, we'll be more impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to get dressed up for&lt;br /&gt;us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're going out with you in the&lt;br /&gt;first place, you don't have to feel&lt;br /&gt;the need to wear the shortest skirt&lt;br /&gt;you have or put on every kind of&lt;br /&gt;makeup you own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like you for who you are and not&lt;br /&gt;what you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i think a girl looks more&lt;br /&gt;beautiful when she's just in her pj's.&lt;br /&gt;or my tshirt and boxers, not all&lt;br /&gt;dolled up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take everything we say seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the&lt;br /&gt;beauty in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get angry easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop using magazines/media as your&lt;br /&gt;bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk about how hott Morris&lt;br /&gt;Chesnutt, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;is in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's boring, and we don't care. You&lt;br /&gt;have girlfriends for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the word&lt;br /&gt;"handsome"/"beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, I cannot stress this enough:if&lt;br /&gt;you aren't being treated right by a&lt;br /&gt;guy, dont't wait for him to&lt;br /&gt;change.ditch him.&lt;br /&gt;sorry,,disgrace to the male population&lt;br /&gt;ass and find someone who will treat you&lt;br /&gt;with utter respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will honor your morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will make you smile when&lt;br /&gt;you're at your lowest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will care for you even when&lt;br /&gt;you make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will love you, no matter&lt;br /&gt;how bad you make them feel, or what&lt;br /&gt;you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will stop what theyre doing&lt;br /&gt;just to look you in the eyes....and say&lt;br /&gt;"i love you" ..and actually mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the nice guys a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys repost this if you agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls repost this if you think it's&lt;br /&gt;cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Guy who isn't a jerk will agree&lt;br /&gt;with this, so we hope that all the&lt;br /&gt;girls that read this will repost this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips for the less experienced:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Holdin Hands&lt;br /&gt;Girls :If you want to hold his hand,&lt;br /&gt;gently bump into it a couple of&lt;br /&gt;times.&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Grab it if it happens more than&lt;br /&gt;once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cuddling&lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you want to cuddle with&lt;br /&gt;him, tell him you're cold&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Automatically move closer to&lt;br /&gt;her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Movies&lt;br /&gt;Girls : During a movie, if he puts his&lt;br /&gt;arm around you, tilt your head on his&lt;br /&gt;shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Lift her chin up and kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Loving each other&lt;br /&gt;Guys : When she tells you she loves&lt;br /&gt;you,&lt;br /&gt;look deep into her eyes, give her a&lt;br /&gt;peck&lt;br /&gt;on the lips, and tell her you love her&lt;br /&gt;too... And mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Laying below the stars&lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you're both laying under&lt;br /&gt;the stars, put your head on his chest&lt;br /&gt;and close your eyes as you listen to&lt;br /&gt;his steady heart beat&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your&lt;br /&gt;hands with hers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-6830715847057527200?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/6830715847057527200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=6830715847057527200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/6830715847057527200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/6830715847057527200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-8470797565971354412</id><published>2007-06-22T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T21:00:51.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inspired.</title><content type='html'>some qoutes w/c would probably cheer you up, like what it did to my poor, broken heart. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate your success and find humor in your failures. Don’t take yourself so seriously. Loosen up and everyone around you will loosen up. Have fun and always show enthusiasm. When all else fails, put on a costume and sing a silly song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep a smile on my face and in my heart even when it hurts today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness depends on what you can give, Not what you can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most folks would rather be around a person who sees hope in the future than one who sees nothing but trouble ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be pleased with nothing when you are not pleased with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest gift you can give another is the purity of your attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s to the happy man: All the world loves a lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to get it right, you just have to get it going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some men succeed because they are destined to, but most men succeed because they are determined to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got to sing like you don’t need the money. You’ve got to love like you’ll never get hurt. You’ve got to dance like there’s nobody watching. You’ve got to come from the heart, if you want it to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being mortal, never pray for an untroubled life. Rather, ask the God to give you an enduring heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One should keep going despite heavy weather; for there is always a calm ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-8470797565971354412?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/8470797565971354412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=8470797565971354412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/8470797565971354412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/8470797565971354412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/inspired.html' title='inspired.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-5036132164773767573</id><published>2007-06-21T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T03:42:38.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(T.T)</title><content type='html'>i &lt;strong&gt;stopped&lt;/strong&gt; pretending&lt;br /&gt;you were inlove with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts knowing that everything &lt;br /&gt;must come to an &lt;strong&gt;end&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont you just hate how you &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; always get what you want,&lt;br /&gt;and the other person gets it so &lt;strong&gt;easily&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;you love her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-astrid.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-5036132164773767573?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/5036132164773767573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=5036132164773767573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/5036132164773767573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/5036132164773767573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/tt.html' title='(T.T)'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-8119846554912244655</id><published>2007-06-19T03:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T03:09:04.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOA</title><content type='html'>DID YOU KNOW THESE&lt;br /&gt;FACTS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SURE YOU DIDN'T TILL NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is certain but the Bible speaks&lt;br /&gt;about untimely death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a personal reflection about&lt;br /&gt;this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very interesting, read until the&lt;br /&gt;end.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is written in the Bible (Galatians&lt;br /&gt;6:7):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be not deceived; God is not mocked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatsoever a man soweth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That shall he also reap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some men and women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who mocked God:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Lennon (Singer):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some years before, during his&lt;br /&gt;interview with an American Magazine,&lt;br /&gt;he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christianity will end, it will&lt;br /&gt;disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have to argue about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that. I am certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was ok, but his subjects were&lt;br /&gt;too simple, Today we are more famous&lt;br /&gt;than Him" (1966).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lennon, after saying that the Beatles&lt;br /&gt;were more famous than Jesus Christ,&lt;br /&gt;was shot six times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tancredo Neves (President of Brazil ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Presidential campaign, he&lt;br /&gt;said if he got 500,000 votes from his&lt;br /&gt;party, not even God would remove him&lt;br /&gt;from Presidency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure he got the votes, but he got sick&lt;br /&gt;a day before being made President,&lt;br /&gt;then he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cazuza (Bi-sexual Brazilian composer,&lt;br /&gt;singer and poet):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During A show in Canecio ( Rio de&lt;br /&gt;Janeiro ),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While smoking his cigarette, he puffed&lt;br /&gt;out some smoke into the air and&lt;br /&gt;said: "God, that's for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He died at the age of 32 of AIDS in a&lt;br /&gt;horrible manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who built the Titanic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the construction of Titanic, a&lt;br /&gt;reporter asked him how safe the&lt;br /&gt;Titanic would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With an ironic tone he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not even God can sink it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result: I think you all know what&lt;br /&gt;happened to the Titanic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Monroe (Actress)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was visited by Billy Graham during&lt;br /&gt;a presentation of a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said the Spirit of God had sent him&lt;br /&gt;to preach to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing what the Preacher had to&lt;br /&gt;say, she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't need your Jesus".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, she was found dead in&lt;br /&gt;her apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Scott (Singer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ex-vocalist of the AC/DC. On one&lt;br /&gt;of his 1979 songs he sang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't stop me, I'm going down all the&lt;br /&gt;way, down the highway to hell".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 19th of February 1980, Bon&lt;br /&gt;Scott was found dead, he had been&lt;br /&gt;choked by his own vomit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campinas (IN 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Campinas , Brazil a group of&lt;br /&gt;friends, drunk, went to pick up a&lt;br /&gt;friend.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother accompanied her to the car&lt;br /&gt;and was so worried about the&lt;br /&gt;drunkenness of her friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she said to the daughter holding&lt;br /&gt;her hand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was already seated in the car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Daughter, Go With God And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May He Protect You.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responded: "Only If He (God)&lt;br /&gt;Travels In The Trunk, Cause Inside&lt;br /&gt;Here..... It's Already Full "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later, news came by that they&lt;br /&gt;had been involved in a fatal accident,&lt;br /&gt;everyone had died,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the car could not be recognized what&lt;br /&gt;type of car it had been, but&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, the trunk was intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police said there was no way the&lt;br /&gt;trunk could have remained intact. To&lt;br /&gt;their surprise, inside the trunk was a&lt;br /&gt;crate of eggs, none were broken .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine Hewitt (Jamaican Journalist&lt;br /&gt;and entertainer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said the Bible (Word of God) was the&lt;br /&gt;worst book ever written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June 2006 she was found burnt&lt;br /&gt;beyond recognition in her motor&lt;br /&gt;vehicle .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more important people have&lt;br /&gt;forgotten that there is no other name&lt;br /&gt;that was given so much authority as&lt;br /&gt;the name of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many have died, but only Jesus died&lt;br /&gt;and rose again, and he is still&lt;br /&gt;alive .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: If it was a joke, you would have&lt;br /&gt;sent it to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you going to have courage to&lt;br /&gt;repost this?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done my part, Jesus said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;embarrassed about me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also be embarrassed about you&lt;br /&gt;before my father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whoa.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;---is all i can say.LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-8119846554912244655?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/8119846554912244655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=8119846554912244655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/8119846554912244655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/8119846554912244655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/whoa.html' title='WHOA'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-2058705761465752439</id><published>2007-06-18T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T04:09:10.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>paris in jail.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PARIS IN JAIL: the music video.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k66epna2Sss"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k66epna2Sss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one's funny. watch it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-2058705761465752439?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/2058705761465752439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=2058705761465752439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/2058705761465752439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/2058705761465752439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/paris-in-jail.html' title='paris in jail.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-6823334544386012645</id><published>2007-06-17T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T21:20:50.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>peanut butter jelly time. lol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;peanut butter jelly time. LOL. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0dfLNa5mqQ0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0dfLNa5mqQ0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-6823334544386012645?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/6823334544386012645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=6823334544386012645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/6823334544386012645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/6823334544386012645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/peanut-butter-jelly-time-lol.html' title='peanut butter jelly time. lol.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-5564603727433026306</id><published>2007-06-17T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T20:27:02.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks, kashigal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;comments do hurt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-esteem is a very important factor in a person's life now. Many factors influence one's life, be it just a comment. It will help or break oneâ€™s life. Many kids nowadays have issues over their image because of the media's projection of image. When self-esteem is low, little things can even affect one's health. There are such issues on children worrying about their self-image. It is upsetting to see such situations increasing. Children worrying about self-image because they worry about people's opinion about them. Media has a part to play in having a particular sort of projection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we let people affect our lives? We should clearly love ourselves regardless of anything. Parents should be aware of comments made to children because as the society changes; comments can be a "killer". Acting nonchalant does not mean that the "comments" donâ€™t hurt; it clearly hurt one's soul. Always be wary on the comments made on any individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this from kashigal with her permission. &lt;br /&gt;here's her blog: http://www.daphne-kashi.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;thankies kashigal! LOL.you shld read it. it's very true... &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-5564603727433026306?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/5564603727433026306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=5564603727433026306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/5564603727433026306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/5564603727433026306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/thanks-kashigal.html' title='thanks, kashigal.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-8526621083058560800</id><published>2007-06-17T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T04:39:14.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>difference between LOVE and INFATUATION.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Difference Between Love and Infatuation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Are you really in love? Or do you think that you are in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a big difference between Love and infatuation. Some people can't tell the difference, thinking they are in love but really it is a deep infatuation. Infatuation is instant desire - one set of glands calling to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is friendship that has caught fire. It takes root and grows, one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation is marked by a feeling of insecurity. You are excited and eager, but not genuinely happy.&lt;br /&gt;There are nagging doubts, unanswered questions, little bits and pieces about your beloved that you would just as soon not examine too closely. It might spoil the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the quiet understanding and mature acceptance of imperfection. It is real. It gives you strength and grows beyond you - to bolster your beloved. You are warmed by their presence, even when they are away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles do not separate you. You have so many wonderful little films in your head that you keep replaying.&lt;br /&gt;But near or far, you know they are yours, and you can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation says, "We must get married right away. I can't risk losing them."&lt;br /&gt;Love says, "Be patient. Don't panic. Plan your future with confidence."&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation has an element of sexual excitement. Whenever you are together, you hope it will end in intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not based on sex. It is the maturation of friendship, which makes sex so much sweeter. You must be friends before you can be lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation lacks confidence. When they're away, you wonder if they're cheating. Sometimes, you check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love means trust. You are calm, secure and unthreatened. They feel your trust, and it makes them even more trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation might lead you to do things you will regret, but love never steers you in the wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is an upper. It makes you feel whole. It completes the circle. It fills the empty space in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Love is elevating. It lifts you up. It makes you look up. It makes you think up.&lt;br /&gt;It makes you a better person than you were before. If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things you don't have. If there is no love in your life, whatever else there is has a lot less meaning. The secret of our being is not only to live but to have something to live for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INFATUATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation is a feeling; real love involves a commitment also. Infatuation is just love of emotion. Real love, though, is love of devotion. Only the emotions are affected in infatuation, but in real love both the emotions and the will are involved. Next, a person "fall into" infatuation, but "grows into" real love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, have you ever seen a girl who was so beautiful that you thought you'd faint?&lt;br /&gt;This is infatuation! It is based totally on physical attraction. often you don't know much in-depth about the person you so-called love. Thus, infatuation is mostly biological. Also remember, never tell a girl you love her, unless you are willing to marry her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, infatuation is basically selfish where real love is basically selfless.Infatuation is more interested in satisfying yourself and the feeling than it is in the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real love is primarily interested in the other person. It seeks to give instead of get.. Love unselfishly seeks the highest good for the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, infatuation is weakened by time and separation where real love is strengthened by time and separation.&lt;br /&gt;This does not mean that there will be no pain in separation. On the contrary, there is great pain in separation if&lt;br /&gt;you are truly in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know what is infatuation, we will go on to discuss about the details of a true love. Love is patient. The word translated "patient" means to wait patiently for the fulfilment of expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have difficulty dating this girl and she does not want to come out, if you truly love her, you will not complain and blame her, you must look at the situation from her point of view - maybe she is having some problems which prevented her from coming out. You must react to it with patience and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, have you ever met someone you liked so much that you wanted to push the relationship and make it progress faster? Sure you have! Love, however, is willing to give a relationship time to grow at a natural pace.&lt;br /&gt;It does not push but is willing to wait for the relationship to grow at a rate that is satisfactory to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;Love is Kind Love seeks to encourage and build up others. It respects the feelings and emotions of others..&lt;br /&gt;It finds its greatest satisfaction in making others happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Give one another things such as gifts and encouragement cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Compliment one another. Magnify the other party's strength. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Listen to one another. Pay close attention to what each of you has to say and make each other feel that what each says is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Treat one another special in public. Compliment and encourage one another sincerely in the presence of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Love is Not Jealous. Jealousy usually indicates an insecure and immature heart. Love wants the best for others, but jealousy is possessive. Jealous is reflected in the childish statement, "If he is going to talk to her, then he can just forget&lt;br /&gt;about me!" Often, one person wants to totally possess the other and to restrict her relationships with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Love is not about bragging. Love is not a windbag and is not anxious to impress. Often a guy will brag to a girl, trying to impress her so that she will like him. A truly great person, however, does not need to exalt himself! Others will exalt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Love is Not Arrogant. Love is not conceited, boastful,cocky, or stuck-up. Love, instead, is humble and has a servant attitude. Sometimes, a guy may come across to a girl with an "I can take you or leave you" attitude. His demeanour implies, "You ought to be thankful that somebody as neat as me is dating you." Of course, this is not love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Love always covers. This word cover means to pass over in silence, to keep confidential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Love is patient with the faults of others. It doesn't criticise and broadcast to the world the faults of others.&lt;br /&gt;Love is there even when it knows the other is not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Love always Perseveres. Love always stands its ground and hold out. It will outlast anything. It will even love in the face of unrequited love. Real love will last though all sorts of trials, tribulations and stresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Love is Not Provoked. This means that love has a long fuse. It does not become irritated and angry. It is not easily offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Love does not seek its own. This is the heart of love. Love is other-centred rather than self- centred. Love says, "I love you, I want to give to you." Selfishness says, "I love you, I want you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Love does not act unbecomingly. This means that love does not behave disgracefully, dishonourably or indecently. It does not embarrass others by its action. It is characterised by tact and sensitivity. This also means that love should have good manner. Be sure to do little things like opening doors for your girl, or offering her your arm when you walk together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Lastly, Love is forgiving. This is a MUST for a successful love story. If a guy is not willing to forgive and forget when his girlfriend is one hour late, he is not exhibiting love. Love doesn't hold grudges when it has been&lt;br /&gt;wronged. It doesn't remain resentful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Remember this: Love forgets past failures and sins. **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;lovefatedestiny.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-8526621083058560800?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/8526621083058560800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=8526621083058560800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/8526621083058560800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/8526621083058560800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/difference-between-love-and-infatuation.html' title='difference between LOVE and INFATUATION.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-8286006665472642923</id><published>2007-06-16T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:22:18.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boy girl.</title><content type='html'>Boy: I need someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I'm always here for you.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I know.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: What's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I like her so much.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I don't know. She won't ever like&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Don't say that...you're amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I just want her to know how I&lt;br /&gt;feel.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Then tell her.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: She won't like me.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: How do you know that?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I can just tell her...&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Well just tell her.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: What should I say?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Tell her how much you like her.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I tell her daily.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I'm always with her...I love her.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I know how you feel. I have the&lt;br /&gt;same problem...but he'll never like me.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Wait. Who do you like?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Oh, some boy.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Oh, she won't like me either.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: She does.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Because who wouldn't like you?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: You.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: You're wrong. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: So are you going to talk to her?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. this is so CUTE. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-8286006665472642923?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/8286006665472642923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=8286006665472642923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/8286006665472642923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/8286006665472642923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/boy-girl.html' title='boy girl.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-7476168938499680249</id><published>2007-06-16T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:21:15.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>random LOVE quotes. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to &lt;strong&gt;fall in love &lt;/strong&gt;with&lt;br /&gt;my smile and the way I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to &lt;strong&gt;listen&lt;/strong&gt;to the ramblings of my inner child.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who &lt;strong&gt;touches&lt;/strong&gt; my face and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brushes &lt;/strong&gt;the hair from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I want someone who &lt;strong&gt;loves&lt;/strong&gt; me or&lt;br /&gt;at least &lt;strong&gt;holds &lt;/strong&gt;me like they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes i wonder if you are my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Once upon a time]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Happily ever after]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile.&lt;/strong&gt; Its the first thing people &lt;br /&gt;notice and fall in love with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;em&gt;sweetest &lt;/em&gt;dreams are actually&lt;br /&gt;your &lt;strong&gt;worst&lt;/strong&gt; nightmares because &lt;br /&gt;your fear of waking up and finding out &lt;br /&gt;it &lt;strong&gt;wasn't&lt;/strong&gt; real scares you to &lt;em&gt;death&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are in love we often &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doubt &lt;/strong&gt;that which we most believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; reason lasts the &lt;strong&gt;longest&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is Love.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you miss love, you miss life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life without love is &lt;em&gt;no &lt;/em&gt;life at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can make you happy, &lt;br /&gt;but you &lt;em&gt;don't &lt;/em&gt;need him to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are times when I cant decide&lt;br /&gt;whether to see you or not, &lt;br /&gt;I want to see you because I miss you &lt;br /&gt;but there are times when I dont want to see you &lt;br /&gt;because everytime I do,&lt;br /&gt;the fact that you dont see me the way&lt;br /&gt;that I see you hurts me even more ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weirdest thing happened the other morning...&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with tears in my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;and one rolling down my cheek...&lt;br /&gt;and I knew I must have been dreaming of &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for &lt;strong&gt;crying over &lt;/strong&gt;you, &lt;br /&gt;because I said I &lt;em&gt;wouldn't&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't promise you that, &lt;br /&gt;because I knew it would be a promise&lt;br /&gt;I would &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; be able to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing hurts more than realising he meant &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; to you, but you meant &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got all these from lovefatedestiny.com&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-7476168938499680249?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/7476168938499680249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=7476168938499680249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/7476168938499680249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/7476168938499680249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/random.html' title='random.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-2857601212838649338</id><published>2007-06-16T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T22:57:17.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im crying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;read it. it's a sad and heartwarming story. :]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a cold February night. People are&lt;br /&gt;bustling through the streets, either&lt;br /&gt;pulling up their coat collars or&lt;br /&gt;wrapping scarves around their necks,&lt;br /&gt;trying to stay warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so cold today.I'm standing at my&lt;br /&gt;window, looking at the people moving&lt;br /&gt;like little dots. Standing in a heated&lt;br /&gt;room, I'm beginning to pity those&lt;br /&gt;people. Why don't they go home? Do&lt;br /&gt;they plan on wandering until morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Almost time to go home! My boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;must be going crazy." One of the&lt;br /&gt;nurses breathe a sign of&lt;br /&gt;relief. "Still needs to work overtime&lt;br /&gt;on Valentine's Day. It's so unfair!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are fortunate." Another nurse&lt;br /&gt;says. "Some people don't have anyone&lt;br /&gt;waiting for them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean Dr. Shu?"&lt;br /&gt;Like Sherlock Holmes, my ears perk up&lt;br /&gt;when I hear my name.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you remember how she lost control&lt;br /&gt;on this day last year?"&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I do." A nurse&lt;br /&gt;shudders. "I've never seen Dr. Shu&lt;br /&gt;like that. Crying and yelling, like&lt;br /&gt;she was crazy."&lt;br /&gt;They are talking about how I was last&lt;br /&gt;year. They are correct. I was out of&lt;br /&gt;control, like they said.&lt;br /&gt;"You can't blame Dr. Shu. If my&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend died in front of my eyes, I&lt;br /&gt;would probably go crazy as well."&lt;br /&gt;"Keep it down. She hasn't left work&lt;br /&gt;yet. She might hear you."&lt;br /&gt;The two nurses are too late. I heard&lt;br /&gt;the entire conversation through the&lt;br /&gt;canvas wall.&lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Shu, what are you doing standing&lt;br /&gt;here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was deciding whether or not&lt;br /&gt;to reveal myself, another nurse&lt;br /&gt;exposed me. I awkwardly step out. The&lt;br /&gt;2 nurses who discussed me start to&lt;br /&gt;blush. Their faces became redder than&lt;br /&gt;the bow on Valentine's Day chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm waiting to go home." I pretend&lt;br /&gt;that I didn't hear anything.&lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Shu, you must have gotten too&lt;br /&gt;involved in your work. It's already&lt;br /&gt;past time to go home. See you&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow. Happy Valentine's Day!" She&lt;br /&gt;waves goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Valentine's Day." I wave back&lt;br /&gt;and watch the 2 nurses hurry away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's fine. I was ready to go home&lt;br /&gt;anyway. Even though no lover is waiting&lt;br /&gt;for me, at least there's a lazy cat&lt;br /&gt;waiting for me to feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I come home, the first thing I&lt;br /&gt;do is feed the cat. I forgot when I&lt;br /&gt;first had the cat. Probably since last&lt;br /&gt;year's Valentine's Day. At that time,&lt;br /&gt;I was like an abandoned cat, with eyes&lt;br /&gt;filled with despair. Cats don't cry, I&lt;br /&gt;do. That's the only difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Better drink all the milk or I'll&lt;br /&gt;skin you." I threatened the cat. Her&lt;br /&gt;name is Christine, my least favorite&lt;br /&gt;English name. I don't know why I named&lt;br /&gt;the cat Christine. Christine meowed&lt;br /&gt;once to let me know she heard me, but&lt;br /&gt;her eyes are complaining about my&lt;br /&gt;severity. Her eyes remind me of&lt;br /&gt;someone I used to know, standing in&lt;br /&gt;front of me with eyes of rebellions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An year ago today, I had lunch with my&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend and took the opportunity to&lt;br /&gt;complain to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today is Valentine's Day. Why didn't&lt;br /&gt;you give me any flowers?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raised his eyebrow. "Why should I&lt;br /&gt;give you flowers? You are not my&lt;br /&gt;anyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then... you should at least give me a&lt;br /&gt;card!" I pouted my lips, hurt by his&lt;br /&gt;tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know, I know. After lunch, I'll&lt;br /&gt;send you an e-card."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-card. That sounds so impersonal, but&lt;br /&gt;that's the way he is. "You have to e-&lt;br /&gt;mail it to me. I'll be waiting." I&lt;br /&gt;excitedly smiled and planned to sneak&lt;br /&gt;home after lunch to check e-mail. Even&lt;br /&gt;though he wouldn't use any romantic&lt;br /&gt;words, I still looked forward to the&lt;br /&gt;card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't stand you women. Why do you&lt;br /&gt;make such a big deal out of&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day??" He grumbled while&lt;br /&gt;eating his food. His comment induced&lt;br /&gt;me to fight with him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are not romantic at all!! Don't&lt;br /&gt;you watch any Japanese drama?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Japanese drama? I only watch&lt;br /&gt;Discovery Channel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your life is so boring." I made a&lt;br /&gt;face at him. "One recent drama was&lt;br /&gt;really good. You should have watched&lt;br /&gt;it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's that drama called?" He didn't&lt;br /&gt;believe in the love portrayed in TV&lt;br /&gt;and movies. He always thought they&lt;br /&gt;were lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's called 'Story of A Century'." I&lt;br /&gt;gladly answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of trashy plot did it have?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean trash?? Show some&lt;br /&gt;respect!" I was so angry. "That drama&lt;br /&gt;was very touching, and the theme song&lt;br /&gt;was beautiful as well. It's&lt;br /&gt;called 'Only Love', performed by Nana&lt;br /&gt;Mouskouri." I wonder if he knew who&lt;br /&gt;Nana was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nana, I know her. A Greek singer with&lt;br /&gt;really expensive albums."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Her voice is worth it." Even though I&lt;br /&gt;secretly agreed with him, I couldn't&lt;br /&gt;bring myself to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever." He glanced at his&lt;br /&gt;watch. "I'll give you 5 minutes to&lt;br /&gt;tell me the plot. After that, I'm&lt;br /&gt;leaving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried hard to explain 6 hours worth&lt;br /&gt;of story in just 5 minutes. The drama&lt;br /&gt;portrayed the love stories of 3&lt;br /&gt;generations of women spanning 100&lt;br /&gt;years, from 1901 to 2000. Each&lt;br /&gt;generation was portrayed by the same&lt;br /&gt;actress. The story was tear-jerking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's so touching about it?" He&lt;br /&gt;asked, after listening to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you think each generation's&lt;br /&gt;story is wonderful? If I have such&lt;br /&gt;great screen writing ability, I&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be a doctor anymore. I would&lt;br /&gt;become a screenwriter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you become a screenwriter, I bet&lt;br /&gt;no one would watch the show. The TV&lt;br /&gt;station can go out of business." He&lt;br /&gt;quickly interjected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going back to work. Hurry and&lt;br /&gt;send me the card!" I was so mad that I&lt;br /&gt;went home immediately, not even&lt;br /&gt;finishing my coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I walked in my door, I&lt;br /&gt;turned on my computer and go online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the empty in-box, I began&lt;br /&gt;to reminisce about how we met. Maybe&lt;br /&gt;no one will believe me, but my&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend and I were actually&lt;br /&gt;neighbors. Our homes were only 1 wall&lt;br /&gt;away. Ever since we were kids, we&lt;br /&gt;liked to fight with each other all day&lt;br /&gt;long. I still remember when I moved to&lt;br /&gt;the country that year. Used to the&lt;br /&gt;city life, I couldn't get used to the&lt;br /&gt;simple life in the country. After&lt;br /&gt;school, I would just go home and do&lt;br /&gt;nothing. Whenever that happened, he&lt;br /&gt;would always come over to tease me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you staring off into space??"&lt;br /&gt;He loved to pull on my hair. "You're&lt;br /&gt;so ugly when you're doing nothing. But&lt;br /&gt;you're also not pretty when you&lt;br /&gt;smile." In other words, I'm really&lt;br /&gt;ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're the one who's ugly!" I pull&lt;br /&gt;back my hair. "If you think I'm so&lt;br /&gt;ugly, why do you visit me??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can't help it. My home is right next&lt;br /&gt;to your home." He argued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then I'll move!" The next day, I drew&lt;br /&gt;a line in the ground using some white&lt;br /&gt;chalk. A line that I forbid him to&lt;br /&gt;cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That year, we were both in the 5th&lt;br /&gt;grade. We couldn't stand each other&lt;br /&gt;and hoped the other would move away.&lt;br /&gt;But 5 years passed, and neither of us&lt;br /&gt;moved. Not only that, we got into the&lt;br /&gt;same high school and into the same&lt;br /&gt;class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're that infamous couple." All the&lt;br /&gt;students and teachers in the school&lt;br /&gt;would say whenever they saw us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're not!" I always tried to&lt;br /&gt;explain. "We're only neighbors." At&lt;br /&gt;that time, I hated my parents for&lt;br /&gt;making us live next to him.&lt;br /&gt;"My standard is not that low." He&lt;br /&gt;would say. "Who wants her to be a&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend?? It's not like I don't&lt;br /&gt;have eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I know your eyes are on top of&lt;br /&gt;your head." I really disliked&lt;br /&gt;him. "Better than having eyes on the&lt;br /&gt;bottom of my head like you." He&lt;br /&gt;implied that I couldn't judge guys. At&lt;br /&gt;that time, I had a crush on a senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think that his sarcasm had a&lt;br /&gt;hidden meaning. After a while, I found&lt;br /&gt;out that the senior student had lots&lt;br /&gt;of girlfriends. When I cried about it,&lt;br /&gt;he silently passed me a handkerchief&lt;br /&gt;and awkwardly held me in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told you he wasn't any good." He&lt;br /&gt;roughly comforted me. I cried in his&lt;br /&gt;arms the whole night, and began to see&lt;br /&gt;him in a different way. Things began&lt;br /&gt;to change between us. We still fought&lt;br /&gt;all the time, but he started to look&lt;br /&gt;at me differently. And I blushed and&lt;br /&gt;my heart beat faster when he was near.&lt;br /&gt;We both knew: we fell in love with&lt;br /&gt;each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with this knowledge, neither of&lt;br /&gt;us said anything. Even though we would&lt;br /&gt;not be able to resist and kissed each&lt;br /&gt;other constantly. Even though we cared&lt;br /&gt;about each other's every moves. Both&lt;br /&gt;of us refused to admit our love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flew by quickly, and it was time&lt;br /&gt;to face separation. I chose to study&lt;br /&gt;medicine, and he chose physics. Yet we&lt;br /&gt;still couldn't separate from each&lt;br /&gt;other. Our parents worried that we&lt;br /&gt;didn't know anyone in Taipei, so they&lt;br /&gt;forced us to live in the same&lt;br /&gt;apartment building. Once again, we&lt;br /&gt;became neighbors. We still fought, but&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we fought into the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, we became lovers, but we&lt;br /&gt;still wouldn't say we loved each&lt;br /&gt;other. We didn't even spend&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day together until he saw&lt;br /&gt;me share dinner with a man one&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day. That night, he waited&lt;br /&gt;for me in front of my door and said&lt;br /&gt;that he would take me out to dinner on&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day from then on. I have&lt;br /&gt;to say that he was very arrogant. But&lt;br /&gt;I nodded and accepted his request.&lt;br /&gt;Since then, we spent every Valentine's&lt;br /&gt;Day together. After graduation, I&lt;br /&gt;became an intern. He started a small&lt;br /&gt;computer company with some friends and&lt;br /&gt;became a programmer. We were busy with&lt;br /&gt;our own lives and had no time for a&lt;br /&gt;relationship. Three years later, I&lt;br /&gt;became a doctor, and his business&lt;br /&gt;began to boom. We separately moved to&lt;br /&gt;bigger&lt;br /&gt;apartments and stopped being&lt;br /&gt;neighbors. On the surface, we left&lt;br /&gt;each other. In reality, we were still&lt;br /&gt;together. We spent every Valentine's&lt;br /&gt;Day together but each year became more&lt;br /&gt;dreary than the next because he never&lt;br /&gt;told me he loved me even with all my&lt;br /&gt;hints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing the empty in-box, I suddenly&lt;br /&gt;grew very angry. He wouldn't say it&lt;br /&gt;and wouldn't send me a card. What did&lt;br /&gt;he mean? Who did he think I was? I&lt;br /&gt;called his cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello." He picked up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't receive the card." I&lt;br /&gt;immediately showed my displeasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You didn't receive it?" He seemed&lt;br /&gt;really busy. "But I sent it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was really busy but I didn't&lt;br /&gt;care. "I didn't receive it. Send it&lt;br /&gt;again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, I'll send you 100 times. Is&lt;br /&gt;that good enough??" He said with&lt;br /&gt;impatience. His tone further&lt;br /&gt;infuriated me. Is that how lovers&lt;br /&gt;speak to each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't bother sending it to me. And&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to pick me up tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll eat dinner by myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be childish, ok? I'm really&lt;br /&gt;busy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I AM childish!" I hung up the phone&lt;br /&gt;and tears rolled down my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childish?? Why didn't he consider the&lt;br /&gt;situation? We've gone out for so many&lt;br /&gt;years and spent countless Valentine's&lt;br /&gt;Day together. I never received any&lt;br /&gt;flowers nor cards from him. Now, I&lt;br /&gt;just want a little e-card. Is that too&lt;br /&gt;much to ask for??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unplugged the phone from the wall&lt;br /&gt;and turned off my cell phone. I didn't&lt;br /&gt;want to hear his explanations. After I&lt;br /&gt;returned to the hospital, I instructed&lt;br /&gt;the receptionist not to forward me any&lt;br /&gt;phone calls. I wanted to concentrate&lt;br /&gt;on work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there were so many emergencies&lt;br /&gt;today, I was sweating 1 hour later and&lt;br /&gt;forgot about our argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Shu, please take a look at that&lt;br /&gt;patient."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was collecting my equipment, the&lt;br /&gt;shrill sound of an ambulance sounded&lt;br /&gt;outside the ER. When I stepped out the&lt;br /&gt;door, the emergency medics hurriedly&lt;br /&gt;wheeled in a gurney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened to him?" I asked the&lt;br /&gt;1st medic. Everyone else were trying&lt;br /&gt;to help put the patient on the gurney.&lt;br /&gt;He was covered with blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Car accident." The medic&lt;br /&gt;replied. "Very serious. He may die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded and ran to the operating room&lt;br /&gt;with them. When I arrived, the nurses&lt;br /&gt;told me that the man had already&lt;br /&gt;stopped breathing and also his&lt;br /&gt;heartbeat also stopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Prepare for shock." I calmly&lt;br /&gt;instructed the nurses. Saving people&lt;br /&gt;is our duty. We can't lose our calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I saw who laid on the&lt;br /&gt;operating table, I lost my calm. That&lt;br /&gt;person was my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No..." I stood in shock. "NO!!!" I&lt;br /&gt;grabbed the paddles and continuously&lt;br /&gt;shocked his body. His body bounced up&lt;br /&gt;and down from the shocks. The scared&lt;br /&gt;nurses went to find another doctor, to&lt;br /&gt;tell him that I was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know if I was crazy or not. I&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to save my lover. Even&lt;br /&gt;though we fought all the time. Even&lt;br /&gt;though he never showed me his love. I&lt;br /&gt;still wanted to save him. He still&lt;br /&gt;owed me a card. He couldn't die! I&lt;br /&gt;threw away the paddles and began to&lt;br /&gt;press on his heart. I pressed with all&lt;br /&gt;my strength, hoping it would revive&lt;br /&gt;him, but he didn't wake up. He didn't&lt;br /&gt;even say "It hurts". He just laid&lt;br /&gt;there with his eyes closed, punishing&lt;br /&gt;me with his silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Jian angrily pushed me away. By&lt;br /&gt;that time, I couldn't see clearly&lt;br /&gt;anymore. I cried. I wailed. I bowled&lt;br /&gt;until no sounds could come out of my&lt;br /&gt;mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's too late, Dr. Shu. He's already&lt;br /&gt;dead. I'm sorry." Dr. Jian patted me&lt;br /&gt;on the shoulder. They knew each other&lt;br /&gt;and ate together once. I introduced&lt;br /&gt;them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He can't die." I shook my head. "He&lt;br /&gt;can't die!!" I struggled to run to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Shu, control yourself!" Dr. Jian&lt;br /&gt;slapped me. "I understand what you're&lt;br /&gt;going through, but you're a doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a doctor, but I'm also a&lt;br /&gt;regular person. How can Dr. Jian&lt;br /&gt;understand how I feel? I've loved him&lt;br /&gt;for so many years that it's become a&lt;br /&gt;habit. How can I just throw away a&lt;br /&gt;habit? Besides, he still owed me a&lt;br /&gt;card. "I want him to live! I want him&lt;br /&gt;to live!" I ran to him again and tried&lt;br /&gt;to knock the life back into his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take her away!" That day, I lost my&lt;br /&gt;control and my professionalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that day happened to be&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I asked his co-workers why&lt;br /&gt;he left work early that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told me that after I hung up the&lt;br /&gt;phone, he tried to call me several&lt;br /&gt;times but couldn't reach me. Worried,&lt;br /&gt;he drove to the hospital to find me&lt;br /&gt;and got hit by a large truck on the&lt;br /&gt;way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard this, I froze. My tantrum&lt;br /&gt;killed him. Just because of an&lt;br /&gt;unmailed card, he died. After that, I&lt;br /&gt;lost my privilege to be childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an abandoned cat, I couldn't even&lt;br /&gt;cry anymore. After his death, I&lt;br /&gt;couldn't cry anymore, regardless of&lt;br /&gt;how touching the plot or how tear-&lt;br /&gt;jerking the dialogue. They didn't&lt;br /&gt;affect me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm only left with a cat and a&lt;br /&gt;seldomly used computer. Stepping over&lt;br /&gt;the cat, I turned on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know no one will send me&lt;br /&gt;a mail, I still hoped that someone&lt;br /&gt;will remember me on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow, meow. I looked at Christine to&lt;br /&gt;see what's wrong. She finished her&lt;br /&gt;milk. I went into the kitchen to get&lt;br /&gt;her more milk then came back to look&lt;br /&gt;at the computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have.... 100 emails! Who would be&lt;br /&gt;bored enough to send me 100 junk mail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just about to delete them all&lt;br /&gt;when I received another mail, and this&lt;br /&gt;one said: "Because of system error, we&lt;br /&gt;could not send these until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We apologize for the delay." The&lt;br /&gt;sender was my ISP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the 1st mail. It showed&lt;br /&gt;the send date is last year's&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day. My heart began to&lt;br /&gt;beat fast. Could he have sent these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a trembling hand, I opened the&lt;br /&gt;mail. The first thing that popped up&lt;br /&gt;was a gorgeous red rose set against&lt;br /&gt;green leaves. Then a beautiful melody&lt;br /&gt;began to play.... "Only Love". I&lt;br /&gt;couldn't believe it. The rose was so&lt;br /&gt;beautiful and the music was so dreamy.&lt;br /&gt;I almost thought I was in a fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;Most touching of all were the words&lt;br /&gt;underneath the rose, because the words&lt;br /&gt;read like a beautiful poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hwei."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Knowing you so many years, I've never&lt;br /&gt;sent you any flowers. Today I send you&lt;br /&gt;a rose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received it and it's so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know we are always fighting. We&lt;br /&gt;can never really open our hearts and&lt;br /&gt;tell each other how we feel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but it's all your fault for being&lt;br /&gt;so distant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know I always make you mad by the&lt;br /&gt;things I say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good that you're admitting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But today I want to say to you: I'm&lt;br /&gt;sorry, and I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited so many years for those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I want to tell you a good news. I&lt;br /&gt;finally saved enough money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You already have enough money. Why did&lt;br /&gt;you need so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So Hwei, let's get married!! I was&lt;br /&gt;afraid to propose to you, because I&lt;br /&gt;didn't trust in my ability to give you&lt;br /&gt;the good life you deserve. But now&lt;br /&gt;I've saved enough money so we don't&lt;br /&gt;have to wait anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wanted you to wait? I'm already&lt;br /&gt;yours.&lt;br /&gt;"Today, I use this card to propose to&lt;br /&gt;you. Will you marry me, Hwei? Will&lt;br /&gt;you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the content of the whole card.&lt;br /&gt;Like a fool, I kept reading his words&lt;br /&gt;and talking to him. It's like I can&lt;br /&gt;hear his voice and see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if it's back to 1 year ago with us&lt;br /&gt;constantly fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song played over and over.&lt;br /&gt;Repeating Nana's heartbreaking voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only love can make a memory. Only love&lt;br /&gt;can make a moment last. You were there&lt;br /&gt;and all the world was young and all&lt;br /&gt;it's songs unsung. and I remember you&lt;br /&gt;then when love was all, all you were&lt;br /&gt;living for,&lt;br /&gt;and how you gave that love to me...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics of this song fits our love&lt;br /&gt;so closely. When he was alive, my&lt;br /&gt;world was so young. Every day, I could&lt;br /&gt;find a something different to fight&lt;br /&gt;with him about. But after he left, my&lt;br /&gt;life is only left with memories and&lt;br /&gt;coldness that will never go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read these words, my tears&lt;br /&gt;unconsciously came, wetting the&lt;br /&gt;keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I? If he's in front of me, I will&lt;br /&gt;definitely kick him and call him a big&lt;br /&gt;fool. If I wasn't willing, I wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;have waited until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I moved the cursor over the "Reply"&lt;br /&gt;box, and typed the response that I've&lt;br /&gt;already prepared for so many years -&lt;br /&gt;"I will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will - be by his side for the rest&lt;br /&gt;of my life. I will - fight with him&lt;br /&gt;forever. That is how I answered him,&lt;br /&gt;but the only response I got was the&lt;br /&gt;repeating song "Only Love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I opened every single&lt;br /&gt;letter, accepted every singled rose,&lt;br /&gt;and typed the same response: "I will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied 100 times, and "Only Love"&lt;br /&gt;played 100 times. In this cold&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's night, the line that's&lt;br /&gt;been broken for 1 year finally got&lt;br /&gt;reconnected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered you. What about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;this is too sad. T_T&lt;br /&gt;got it from friendster bulletin. ;P&lt;br /&gt;what do you think of it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-2857601212838649338?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/2857601212838649338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=2857601212838649338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/2857601212838649338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/2857601212838649338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-crying.html' title='im crying.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-7361907481039076555</id><published>2007-06-16T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T22:33:28.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X3</title><content type='html'>you probably have no idea that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* all shrimps are born &lt;strong&gt;female&lt;/strong&gt;, but turns to male as time goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* starfishes are &lt;em&gt;pretty&lt;/em&gt; but they &lt;strong&gt;dont&lt;/strong&gt; have brains, so be offended if sumone calls you one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* penguins can only have one mate, they spend almost half of their life &lt;strong&gt;looking&lt;/strong&gt; for their &lt;em&gt;destined partner&lt;/em&gt;, then spend the rest of it with him/her. (sweet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* when a person cries, and the 1st drop of tears comes from the &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; eye, its &lt;strong&gt;happiness&lt;/strong&gt; but when it first roll from the &lt;em&gt;left&lt;/em&gt;, its &lt;strong&gt;pain&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;got it from chy-pea's CR account. ;)&lt;br /&gt;(hope you dont mind.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-7361907481039076555?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/7361907481039076555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=7361907481039076555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/7361907481039076555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/7361907481039076555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/x3.html' title='X3'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-3875028861077816839</id><published>2007-06-16T22:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T22:23:57.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i like you. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10 ways to tell if HE /&lt;br /&gt;sHE&lt;br /&gt;likes you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I wait for you in the hallway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I say hi to you everytime I see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I smile whenever I see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I walk slow when im with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I play with your hands and try to&lt;br /&gt;hold them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I tease you about stupid things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I ask you to go places with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. my friends ask you if you like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. my friends point at you when im&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i always just happen to be staring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-3875028861077816839?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/3875028861077816839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=3875028861077816839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/3875028861077816839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/3875028861077816839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-like-you-3.html' title='i like you. &lt;3'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-3108836981316872999</id><published>2007-06-15T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T07:26:25.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Girl Facts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you catch a girl&lt;br /&gt;glancing at you,&lt;br /&gt;she wants you to look&lt;br /&gt;back and smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl bumps into your arm&lt;br /&gt;while walking with you&lt;br /&gt;she wants&lt;br /&gt;you to hold her hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she wants a hug&lt;br /&gt;she will just stand there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u break a girls heart&lt;br /&gt;she still feels it when&lt;br /&gt;you run into each other 3 years later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is quiet,&lt;br /&gt;millions of things are running through&lt;br /&gt;her&lt;br /&gt;mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is not arguing,&lt;br /&gt;she is thinking deeply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl looks at you with eyes&lt;br /&gt;full of&lt;br /&gt;questions,&lt;br /&gt;she is wondering how long you will be&lt;br /&gt;around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl answers, "I'm fine," after&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;few seconds,&lt;br /&gt;she is not at all fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl stares at you,&lt;br /&gt;she is wondering why you are playing&lt;br /&gt;games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl lays her head on your&lt;br /&gt;chest,&lt;br /&gt;she is wishing for you to be hers&lt;br /&gt;forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says she can't live&lt;br /&gt;without you,&lt;br /&gt;she has made up her mind that you are&lt;br /&gt;her future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says, "I miss you,"&lt;br /&gt;no one in this world can miss you more&lt;br /&gt;than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is mean to you after a&lt;br /&gt;break-up&lt;br /&gt;she wants you back, but shes&lt;br /&gt;scared she'll get hurt and knows&lt;br /&gt;you're gone forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy Facts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy calls you,&lt;br /&gt;he wants to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is quiet,&lt;br /&gt;He's listening to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is not arguing,&lt;br /&gt;He realizes he's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "I'm fine." after a&lt;br /&gt;few&lt;br /&gt;minutes&lt;br /&gt;he means it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy stares at you,&lt;br /&gt;he wishes you would care about him and&lt;br /&gt;wonders if you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your laying your head on a guy's&lt;br /&gt;chest,&lt;br /&gt;he has the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy calls/texts/comments you&lt;br /&gt;everyday,&lt;br /&gt;he is in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a (good) guy tells you he loves&lt;br /&gt;you,&lt;br /&gt;he means it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says he can't live without&lt;br /&gt;you,&lt;br /&gt;he's with you till your done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "I miss you,"&lt;br /&gt;he misses you more than you could have&lt;br /&gt;ever missed him or anything else &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;from friendster bulletin. ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-3108836981316872999?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/3108836981316872999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=3108836981316872999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/3108836981316872999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/3108836981316872999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/love.html' title='love.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-9027594167290071878</id><published>2007-06-14T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T20:54:22.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>arashi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb106/arashicute/tharashi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb106/arashicute/tharashi1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arashi &lt;/strong&gt;(嵐in Japanese text, translates to Storm) is a five-member Japanese boy band under Johnny &amp; Associates. They made their debut in September 15, 1999 in Honolulu, Hawaiʻi. The group was signed to the Pony Canyon record label from 1999 to 2001 before transitioning to Johnny's Associates-powered J Storm record label in 2002, producing their future singles and albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oono Satoshi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Name:    Oono&lt;br /&gt;Given Name: Satoshi&lt;br /&gt;Date Of Birth: 26 November 1980&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope: Sagittarius&lt;br /&gt;Place Of Birth: Tokyo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood Type: A&lt;br /&gt;Height:    1.66 m&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 55.0 kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Members: Dad, mum and a elder sister&lt;br /&gt;Pets: Nil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oono is the leader and the eldest of Arashi. He is the one who can sing and dance the best in the group. His cute (and sometimes blur) reactions never fails to tickles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He entered Johnny’s Jimusho on 16 October 1994.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sakurai Shou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Name:    Sakurai&lt;br /&gt;Given Name:  Shou&lt;br /&gt;Date Of Birth: 25 January 1982&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope: Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;Place Of Birth: Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood Type: A&lt;br /&gt;Height:    1.71 m&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 57.2 kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Members: Dad, mum, a younger sister and a younger brother&lt;br /&gt;Pets: Nil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shou is the rapper for the group and the only one in the group who holds a bachelor degree in Economics. He pens rap lyrics for some their songs. He is also known as “keio boy”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He entered Johnny’s Jimusho on 22 October 1995.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aiba Masaki&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Name:    Aiba&lt;br /&gt;Given Name:  Masaki&lt;br /&gt;Date Of Birth: 24 December 1982&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope: Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;Place Of Birth: Chiba Prefectual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood Type: AB&lt;br /&gt;Height:    1.75 m&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 57.0 kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Members: Dad, mum and a younger brother&lt;br /&gt;Pets: 3 Dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiba is the most cheerful one in the group, always bringing joy and laughter to the other members. Aiba’s skills in hosting shows and acting are improving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He entered Johnny’s Jimusho on 15 August 1996.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninomiya Kazurani&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Name:    Ninomiya&lt;br /&gt;Given Name: Kazurani&lt;br /&gt;Date Of Birth: 17 June 1983&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope: Gemini&lt;br /&gt;Place Of Birth: Tokyo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood Type: A&lt;br /&gt;Height:    1.68 m&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 51.0 kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Members: Dad, mum and elder sister&lt;br /&gt;Pets: A dog and puppies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nino can play the guitar really well and his singing is improving. His guitar skills is self-taught, a really talented guy. He has won numerous awards for his acting skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He entered Johnny’s Jimusho on 19 June 1996.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matsumoto Jun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Name:    Matsumoto&lt;br /&gt;Given Name:  Jun&lt;br /&gt;Date Of Birth: 30 August 1983&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope: Virgo&lt;br /&gt;Place Of Birth: Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood Type: A&lt;br /&gt;Height:    1.73 m&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 58.0 kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Members: Dad, mum and elder sister&lt;br /&gt;Pets: Turtle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun is the youngest in Arashi. Jun’s dancing skills are improving. He has acted in many dramas and acted it very well. He is very particular about his fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He entered Johnny’s Jimusho on 17 May 1995.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-9027594167290071878?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/9027594167290071878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=9027594167290071878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/9027594167290071878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/9027594167290071878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/arashi.html' title='arashi.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-5656790974525730705</id><published>2007-06-14T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:20:37.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS.</title><content type='html'>NEWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnL0zzVwncs/RnHnXbZAPNI/AAAAAAAAABA/FlBNhAKZ7-M/s1600-h/th_NewS001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnL0zzVwncs/RnHnXbZAPNI/AAAAAAAAABA/FlBNhAKZ7-M/s200/th_NewS001.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076092644698897618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnL0zzVwncs/RnHnXbZAPOI/AAAAAAAAABI/7yQImZOMFgs/s1600-h/Newsteppen.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnL0zzVwncs/RnHnXbZAPOI/AAAAAAAAABI/7yQImZOMFgs/s200/Newsteppen.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076092644698897634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Members&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomohisa Yamashita&lt;/strong&gt; (山下 智久, Yamashita Tomohisa?), usually referred to as "Tomo-kun, Yamapi, Pi-chan, Pi or Yamashita-kun" born April 9, 1985 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ryo Nishikido&lt;/strong&gt; (錦戸亮, Nishikido Ryō?), usually referred to as "Ryo, Ryo-chan, Ryotan or Nishikido-kun" born November 3, 1984 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keiichiro Koyama&lt;/strong&gt; (小山 慶一郎, Koyama Keiichirō?), usually referred to as "Koyama, Kei-chan, Koyama-kun" born May 1, 1984 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Takahisa Masuda&lt;/strong&gt; (増田 貴久, Masuda Takahisa?), usually referred to as "Massu, Bu-chan, Masuda-kun" born July 4, 1986 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shigeaki Kato &lt;/strong&gt;(加藤 成亮, Katō Shigeaki?), usually referred to as "Shigeaki, Shige, Kato-kun, Geshi" born July 11, 1987 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yuya Tegoshi&lt;/strong&gt; (手越 祐也, Tegoshi Yuya?), usually referred to as "Tegoshi, Tegorin, Tesshi, Tego-nyan, Tegoshi-kun" born November 11, 1987&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;In September 2003, Nine Johnny's Juniors were picked to form NEWS. The name NEWS is derived from the four global directions North, East, West and South. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;In November 7, 2003, the first single release, NEWS Nippon. This was a limited release, available only at 7-11 stores (corresponding to the release date of Nov 7) as the 2003 volleyball championships official song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;In December 2003, Takahiro Moriuchi (森内貴寛) left NEWS and Johnny's Entertainment, leaving the current eight members. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;May 12, 2004, major debut single, Kibou ~Yell~. Ranks in at #1 on the Oricon Charts. &lt;br /&gt;All of their singles have gone number 1 since their debut, the only ones to do so other than KinKi Kids and KAT-TUN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;In May 2006, NEWS is suspended for the rest of the year due to temporary suspension of 2 members for under age drinking of alcohol (Hiroki Uchi in July 2005 &amp; Hironori Kusano in January 2006). Members that are not related to the scandals will be allowed to carry on with their solo activities, but no group activities will be carried on during this period until further notice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;In December 31, 2006, NEWS returns as a 6 member group. Hiroki Uchi and Hironori Kusano also return but in the demoted position of "trainees". &lt;br /&gt;NEWS's new single after their hiatus,Hoshi wo Mezashite, ranks #1 on the Oricon charts and becomes their second highest single after Kibou Yell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-5656790974525730705?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/5656790974525730705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=5656790974525730705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/5656790974525730705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/5656790974525730705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/news.html' title='NEWS.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnL0zzVwncs/RnHnXbZAPNI/AAAAAAAAABA/FlBNhAKZ7-M/s72-c/th_NewS001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-2904972403235579073</id><published>2007-06-14T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T20:54:46.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kat-tun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KAT-TUN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h161/pinku_sora/KAT-TUN/63af4dfb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h161/pinku_sora/KAT-TUN/63af4dfb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEMBERS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kamenashi Kazuya &lt;/strong&gt;is affectionately called Kame and is one of the two most popular members of KAT-TUN. Although the youngest member of KAT-TUN, he is considered the group's 'unofficial leader'. He works extremely hard, and is really talented in baseball. Being good in public speaking, he is often appointed as the main speaker whenever KAT-TUN does their MC in TV shows or concerts. Kame usually leads KAT-TUN's participation in the musicals as he is the one most often in the spotlight. With Jin, he is the main vocalist of the group. He starred in Gokusen 2 with Jin and as a result, earned an award for best male supporting actor. Even before that, Kame had starred in a Kimpachi Sensei dorama. He has also starred in a Kindaichi Special and Nobuta wo Produce along with Yamashita Tomohisa from NewS. The two of them have also released a single called "Seishun Amigo" under the unit name Shuuji to Akira which also features the song "Kizuna" which he had written the lyrics for (it was used in the dorama Gokusen 2). The single had sold over 1 million copies in 4 weeks and is No.1 best selling single on the Oricon Yearly Single Rankings for 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Akanishi Jin&lt;/strong&gt; has some affectionate nicknames from fans. Jin is one of them, but there is also Bakanishi (baka literally means 'stupid'; because he often acts childishly). With Kame, he is one of the two most famous KAT-TUN members. He plays the guitar, has a good voice, and writes many songs for himself and KAT-TUN ("Care", "Hesitate", "Love or Like, "Murasaki""). He starred in Gokusen 2 with Kame, Anego, and a dorama special called Kurisumasu Nankka Daikkirai (I Hate Christmas). Both he and Kame are good friends with Yamashita Tomohisa, the lead singer of a Johnny's Entertainment band, NewS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taguchi Junnosuke &lt;/strong&gt;is known as Junno. He is the tallest member of KAT-TUN. His trademarks are the acrobatic stunts he performs in their shows, despite being the tallest of them all, and also his smile, which has been described as 'invincible'. In 2004, Junno injured his knee and has had to take a few months' break from group activities after surgery. Junno has also acted alongside his senior from SMAP Nakai Masahiro's film Mohouhan (The Copycat) in 2002. He also starred in Ganbatte ikimasshoi with Nishikido Ryo from NEWS, as well as a special 2-hour drama called Happy!, that was shown in early April 2006. Junno is left-handed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tanaka Koki&lt;/strong&gt; naturally gets called Koki. His role in the group is as the main rapper. He writes most of the rap lyrics in their recent original songs and has started to write his own solo rap songs. His style is hip-hop. Koki pairs up with Nakamaru most of the time and they have a comedic unit called "TaNaka" (TAnaka - NAKAmaru). He is also the only university student in KAT-TUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ueda Tatsuya,&lt;/strong&gt; the appointed and official leader of the group, is one of KAT-TUN's most 'striking' members because he tends to change his image a lot he has been criticized for being "fake" in terms of personality. He is called by the rest of KAT-TUN as Tat-chan. He is learning the English and French language, and prefers songwriting to acting. His solo song "Love in Snow" in their Kaizokuban concert was written by him. He is best out of the entire group at playing guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nakamaru Yuichi&lt;/strong&gt;, or Maru, the oldest member, is considered to be the funniest member. He proves that by being in the "TaNaka" comedy unit with Koki. Maru's trademark skill is his human beatbox (sound of beats he creates with his mouth) that gets incorporated in KAT-TUN's songs. Because of this skill, he seems to be gaining more popularity recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HISTORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before joining KAT-TUN, each member belonged to different Junior units. In 2001, Kinki Kids member Koichi Domoto personally picked 6 Johnny's Jr. members to be his back dancers in the NHK music program, Pop Jam. He chose Kamenashi, Akanishi, Taguchi, Tanaka, Ueda and Nakamaru to join each other under the unit name of KAT-TUN. Initially, KAT-TUN was only meant to be a dancing unit to support Koichi Domoto. However, KAT-TUN gained a great deal of attention so the formation was maintained and KAT-TUN remains a solid unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAT-TUN's debut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their debut was announced January 29, 2006. This was a long-awaited event for both the members and their fans. The debut is to be accompanied by a concert tour of Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Release Date: March 22, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Debut Single: "Real Face"&lt;br /&gt;Album: "Best of KAT-TUN"&lt;br /&gt;DVD: "Real Face Film"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debut Sales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the release of their album, single and DVD, KAT-TUN broke numerous records. Best of KAT-TUN debuted with sales of 557,000 copies, their single "Real Face" debuted with 754,000 copies and their DVD "Real Face Film" debuted with 374,000 copies. They are the first artist to debut at #1 on all three oricon charts. However, they are the second artist to top all three charts. The first artist to do so was Ayumi Hamasaki. They are also the artist with the highest debut sales for a single and also holds the record for the highest opening DVD sales. Their single "Real Face" also topped the Oricon charts for 3 weeks, making them the first artist in the millenium to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-2904972403235579073?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/2904972403235579073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=2904972403235579073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/2904972403235579073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/2904972403235579073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/kat-tun.html' title='kat-tun.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h161/pinku_sora/KAT-TUN/th_63af4dfb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-4496727991690325152</id><published>2007-06-14T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T17:30:15.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CUTE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;19 ways to win at girls heart"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hugs from behind.&lt;br /&gt;2. Grab her hand when you walk next to&lt;br /&gt;each other(don't make her grab yours).&lt;br /&gt;3. When standing, wrap your arms&lt;br /&gt;around her.&lt;br /&gt;4. Cuddle with her.&lt;br /&gt;5. DON'T FORCE HER TO DO ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;6. Write little notes.&lt;br /&gt;7. Compliment her Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;8. When you hug her, hold her in your&lt;br /&gt;arms as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;9. Be super sweet to her.&lt;br /&gt;10. Call her at night to wish her&lt;br /&gt;sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;11. Comfort her when she cries.&lt;br /&gt;12.Wipe away her tears&lt;br /&gt;13. Love her with all your heart.&lt;br /&gt;14. Pick her up and flirt with her&lt;br /&gt;(she'll scream and say put me down but&lt;br /&gt;really she loves it).&lt;br /&gt;15. Be a gentleman (hold the door for&lt;br /&gt;her).&lt;br /&gt;16. Don't let your friends talk trash&lt;br /&gt;about her, it'll get back 2 her!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; DONT ever act diff in front of ur&lt;br /&gt;friends than u r when its just u and&lt;br /&gt;her!!!!&lt;br /&gt;17. Take her for a long walk at night!&lt;br /&gt;18. Always bring a blanket where ever&lt;br /&gt;you go outside when its cold to&lt;br /&gt;comfort her and hold her close&lt;br /&gt;19. NEVER LIE TO HER!!!!!! because&lt;br /&gt;then she will think everything you&lt;br /&gt;ever said to her was a lie, even "i&lt;br /&gt;love you"&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;got from friendster bulletin, AGAIN. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-4496727991690325152?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/4496727991690325152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=4496727991690325152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/4496727991690325152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/4496727991690325152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/cute.html' title='CUTE.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-1714159940523015403</id><published>2007-06-14T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T17:27:11.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what your zodiac means</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHAT YOUR ZODIAC MEANS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARIES-The Passionate Lover&lt;br /&gt;Nice Love is one of a kind. Lover not&lt;br /&gt;a fighter, but will still knock you&lt;br /&gt;out.Trustworthy. Always happy. Loud.&lt;br /&gt;Talkative. Outgoing VERY&lt;br /&gt;FORGIVING.Loves to make out. Has a&lt;br /&gt;beautiful smile. Generous. Strong.THE&lt;br /&gt;MOST IRRESISTIBLE. 9 years of bad luck&lt;br /&gt;if u do not repost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AQUARIUS - The One that Waits&lt;br /&gt;Dominant in relationships. Someone&lt;br /&gt;loves them right now. Always Wants the&lt;br /&gt;last word. Caring. Smart. Loud. Loyal.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful. Goofy. Easy to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;Everything you ever wanted. Easy to&lt;br /&gt;please. The one and only. 7 Yrs of bad&lt;br /&gt;luck if you do not repost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PISCES - The Addict&lt;br /&gt;EXTREMELY adorable. Intelligent.Loves&lt;br /&gt;to joke. Very Good sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;Energetic. Predict future. GREAT&lt;br /&gt;kisser.Always get what they&lt;br /&gt;want.Attractive. Easy going. Loves&lt;br /&gt;being in long relationship. Talkative.&lt;br /&gt;Romantic. Caring. 4 yrs of bad luck if&lt;br /&gt;u do not repost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEO - The Coolest one&lt;br /&gt;Nice to everyone they meet. Their Love&lt;br /&gt;is one of a kind. Silly, Fun &amp;&lt;br /&gt;sweet.Have own unique appeal. Most&lt;br /&gt;caring person Ever meet! however not&lt;br /&gt;the kind of person you wanna mess&lt;br /&gt;with...u might end up crying...9 yrs&lt;br /&gt;of bad luck if u do not repost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEMINI - The Liar&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing. Lovable. Spontaneous. Not&lt;br /&gt;one to mess with.Funny. Excellent&lt;br /&gt;kisser EXTREMELY adorable. Loves&lt;br /&gt;relationships,&lt;br /&gt;Addictive. Loud. 16 yrs of bad luck if&lt;br /&gt;you do not repost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANCER - Does It In The Water&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy.Attractive. Great kisser.&lt;br /&gt;One of a kind.Loves being In long-term&lt;br /&gt;relationships. MOST AMAZING in the&lt;br /&gt;bedroom. Extremely energetic.&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable.Will exceed ur&lt;br /&gt;expectations. Not a Fighter, But will&lt;br /&gt;Knock your lights out. 2 yrs of bad&lt;br /&gt;luck if u do not repost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAGITTARIUS-The Lion&lt;br /&gt;Great talker. Attractive and&lt;br /&gt;passionate.Laid back.Knows how to Have&lt;br /&gt;fun. Is really good at almost&lt;br /&gt;anything. Great&lt;br /&gt;kisser.Unpredictable.Outgoing. Down to&lt;br /&gt;earth. Addictive. Attractive. Loud.&lt;br /&gt;Loves being in long relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Talkative. Not one to mess with.Rare&lt;br /&gt;to find. Good when found. 7 yrs of bad&lt;br /&gt;luck if u do not repost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAURUS- The Cutie&lt;br /&gt;MOST AMAZING KISSER. Very high&lt;br /&gt;appeal.Love is one of a kind. Very&lt;br /&gt;romantic. Most caring person you will&lt;br /&gt;ever meet! Entirely creative.&lt;br /&gt;Extremely random and proud of&lt;br /&gt;it.Freak. Stubborn. Spontaneous. Great&lt;br /&gt;at telling Stories. Not a Fighter, But&lt;br /&gt;will Knock your lights out if it comes&lt;br /&gt;down to it. Someone you should hold on&lt;br /&gt;to. 12 yrs of bad luck if u do not&lt;br /&gt;repost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIBRA - The Partner for Life&lt;br /&gt;Caring and kind. Smart. Center of&lt;br /&gt;attention. High appeal. Has the last&lt;br /&gt;word. Good to find, hard to keep.Fun&lt;br /&gt;to be around. Extremely weird but in a&lt;br /&gt;good way. Good Sense of Humor!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtful. Always gets what he or she&lt;br /&gt;wants. Loves to joke.Very&lt;br /&gt;popular.Silly, fun and sweet.5 yrs of&lt;br /&gt;bad luck if u do not repost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPRICORN -The Stoners&lt;br /&gt;Love to bust. Nice. Sassy.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent. Sexy. Predict future.&lt;br /&gt;Irresistible. Loves being in long&lt;br /&gt;relationships. Great talker. Always&lt;br /&gt;gets what he or she wants. Cool. Loves&lt;br /&gt;to own Geminis' in sports. Extremely&lt;br /&gt;fun. Loves to joke. Smart. Best when&lt;br /&gt;matched with a Cancer. 24 yrs of bad&lt;br /&gt;luck if u do not repost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCORPIO -Aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;Loves being in long&lt;br /&gt;relationships.Likes to give a good&lt;br /&gt;fight for what they want. Extremely&lt;br /&gt;outgoing. Loves to help people in&lt;br /&gt;times of need. Good kisser. Good&lt;br /&gt;personality. Stubborn. A caring&lt;br /&gt;person. One of a kind. Not one to mess&lt;br /&gt;with. Are the most attractive people&lt;br /&gt;on earth! 15 yrs of bad luck if you do&lt;br /&gt;not repost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIRGO- The Promiscuous One&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous. High appeal.Rare to find.&lt;br /&gt;Great when found. Loves being in long&lt;br /&gt;relationships. So much love to give.&lt;br /&gt;Not one to mess with. Very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Very romantic. Nice to everyone they&lt;br /&gt;meet. Their Love is one of a&lt;br /&gt;kind.Silly, fun and sweet.Have own&lt;br /&gt;unique appeal. Most caring person you&lt;br /&gt;will ever meet! Amazing in the you&lt;br /&gt;know where..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;got this from FRIENDSTER bulletins. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-1714159940523015403?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/1714159940523015403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=1714159940523015403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/1714159940523015403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/1714159940523015403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-your-zodiac-means.html' title='what your zodiac means'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-7954025919185835048</id><published>2007-06-14T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T06:27:09.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today.</title><content type='html'>currently watching: GTO Live Action (still)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got home from SM. we bought lots of great stuff. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;hurried to crunchyroll and replied to my online friends. im just so happy i met friends online. they're the best! XD it's nice to meet new people and get to know each other. there in crunchyroll, i can meet people with the same interests and talk about it. like anime and jdramas. and JE boys as well. LOL. :]]&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to put a picture of me on my profile. i just dont have the time to transfer it on a disc. (;_c)&lt;br /&gt;this saturday, my friends and i are planning to go out. i hope my parents'll allow me.im finally gonna meet my clanmates. wee~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTO is something like Gokusen.&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE IT LIKE HELL!&lt;/strong&gt; it's funny and at the same time inspiring. it teaches lessons in life, yadda yadda. well, you know how it goes. :P&lt;br /&gt;well, that's just about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-7954025919185835048?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/7954025919185835048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=7954025919185835048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/7954025919185835048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/7954025919185835048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/today.html' title='today.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-3574915303877018654</id><published>2007-06-14T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T05:41:33.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate it.</title><content type='html'>im against these stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yaoi &lt;/strong&gt;(やおい) is a publishing genre, which originated in Japan and often encompasses manga, dōjinshi, anime, and fan art. It focuses on homosexual relationships between male characters and is generally sexually explicit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuri (百合, Yuri?) and shoujo-ai are jargon terms amongst fans for lesbian content, possibly sexually explicit, in anime, manga, and related fan fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shōnen-ai &lt;/strong&gt;(少年愛, Shōnen-ai? "boy-love") is a term that is applied to anime or manga that deals with love between young men, especially of the bishōnen (美少年, bishōnen?) variety. The genre itself dealt with romanticized but non-sexual relationships between men. The predecessor of shōnen-ai was tanbi (耽美, tanbi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shōnen-ai is less sexually explicit than yaoi, sometimes not at all. Shōnen-ai is very popular in Japan, especially among schoolgirls and housewives. It has also found a strong audience in America and Europe, especially among 18–24 year old heterosexual women and homosexual men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedophilia or pædophilia&lt;/strong&gt; (see spelling differences) is the paraphilia of being sexually attracted primarily or exclusively to prepubescent or peripubescent children. Pedophilia is described as a mental disorder by standard diagnosis manuals, including the DSM IV and ICD-10. A person with this attraction is called a pedophile or paedophile.[1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contrast to the generally accepted medical definition, the term pedophile is also used colloquially to denote an adult who is sexually attracted to children or sexually attracted to adolescents below the local age of consent,[2] as well as those who have sexually abused a child. Child sexual abuse is an illegal activity in most jurisdictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incest&lt;/strong&gt; is sexual activity between family members who would be forbidden (either legally or socially) to marry. [1] Incest constitutes a cultural taboo in all current nations and many past societies.[2] In many areas, incest is also prohibited by law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which family members constitute those covered by the incest prohibition is determined by the society in which the persons live. Some societies consider it to include only those related by birth or those who live in the same household; other societies further include those related by adoption, marriage, or clan. [3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term incest can include sexual activity between family members of any gender and can include family members of any age. When one of the family members involved is a minor, incestuous activity has also been called intrafamilial child sexual abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i personally dontl like any of them. no offense if you're a fan of these stuff. but &lt;strong&gt;FOR ME&lt;/strong&gt;, i really dont like it. id rather watch a porn movie with a normal boy and girl on it, rahter than two people with the same gender doing "that".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-3574915303877018654?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/3574915303877018654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=3574915303877018654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/3574915303877018654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/3574915303877018654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-hate-it.html' title='i hate it.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-8775541720590033957</id><published>2007-06-13T02:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T02:48:52.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently watching: GTO live action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-8775541720590033957?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/8775541720590033957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=8775541720590033957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/8775541720590033957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/8775541720590033957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/currently-watching-gto-live-action.html' title=''/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-1879179061806289255</id><published>2007-06-11T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T20:21:30.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smileys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LIST OF ADORABLE SMILEYS. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@&gt;--;-- A rose &lt;br /&gt;%-6 All Mixed Up &lt;br /&gt;O:-) Angel &lt;br /&gt;0*-) Angel wink - female &lt;br /&gt;0;-) Angel wink - male &lt;br /&gt;:-{ Angry &lt;br /&gt;:-Z Angry face &lt;br /&gt;:-{{ Angry Very &lt;br /&gt;&gt;:-( Annoyed &lt;br /&gt;~:o Baby &lt;br /&gt;~~\8-O Bad-Hair Day &lt;br /&gt;d:-) Baseball &lt;br /&gt;:-) Basic &lt;br /&gt;:-{0 Basic Mustache &lt;br /&gt;:~-( Bawling &lt;br /&gt;:-){ Beard &lt;br /&gt;(:-{~ Beard - long &lt;br /&gt;: = Beaver &lt;br /&gt;%-| Been up All Night &lt;br /&gt;:-)^&lt; Big Boy  &lt;br /&gt;(:-) Big Face &lt;br /&gt;:-)8&lt; Big Girl &lt;br /&gt;(((H))) Big Hug &lt;br /&gt;:-X Big Wet Kiss &lt;br /&gt;=|:o} Bill Clinton smiley &lt;br /&gt;(:-D Blabber Mouth &lt;br /&gt;?-( Black Eye &lt;br /&gt;(:- Blank Expression &lt;br /&gt;#-) Blinking &lt;br /&gt;:-] Blockhead &lt;br /&gt;:-! Bored &lt;br /&gt;:-}X Bow Tie-Wearing &lt;br /&gt;%-6 Brain Dead &lt;br /&gt;:-(=) Bucktoothed &lt;br /&gt;:-E Bucktoothed Vampire &lt;br /&gt;:-F Bucktoothed Vampire with One Tooth Missing &lt;br /&gt;:-C Bummed Out &lt;br /&gt;:-#| Bushy Mustache &lt;br /&gt;}|{ Butterfly  &lt;br /&gt;})i({ Butterfly - an even prettier one &lt;br /&gt;}:-X Cat &lt;br /&gt;q:-) Catcher &lt;br /&gt;C=:-) Chef &lt;br /&gt;8^ Chicken &lt;br /&gt;;-( Chin up &lt;br /&gt;*&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;+ Christmas Tree &lt;br /&gt;:-.) Cindy Crawford &lt;br /&gt;*&lt;):o) Clown &lt;br /&gt;:-8( Condescending Stare &lt;br /&gt;%) Confused &lt;br /&gt;:-S Confused &lt;br /&gt;:-{ Count Dracula &lt;br /&gt;H-) Cross-Eyed &lt;br /&gt;:`-( Crying  &lt;br /&gt;:*( Crying softly &lt;br /&gt;&amp;:-) Curly Hair &lt;br /&gt;:-@! Cursing &lt;br /&gt;O-) Cyclops &lt;br /&gt;&gt;:-&gt; Devilish &lt;br /&gt;:-e Disappointed &lt;br /&gt;%-} Dizzy &lt;br /&gt;:3-] Dog &lt;br /&gt;:-)) Double Chin &lt;br /&gt;:*) Drinking every night &lt;br /&gt;:-B Drooling out of Both Sides of Mouth &lt;br /&gt;:#) Drunk &lt;br /&gt;.\/ Duck &lt;br /&gt;&lt;:-l Dunce &lt;br /&gt;:-6 Eating Something Spicy &lt;br /&gt;(:-| Egghead &lt;br /&gt;5:-) Elvis &lt;br /&gt;:") Embarrased &lt;br /&gt;:-} Embarrassed Smile &lt;br /&gt;0|-) Enjoying the Sun &lt;br /&gt;&gt;:) Evil &lt;br /&gt;&gt;-) Evil Grin &lt;br /&gt;G(-'.'G) Fighting Kid - it's a straight-on smiley &lt;br /&gt;l:-O FlatTop Loudmouth &lt;br /&gt;:-! Foot in Mouth &lt;br /&gt;=:-H Football player &lt;br /&gt;:-W Forked Tongue &lt;br /&gt;:^{= Frank Zappa  &lt;br /&gt;%*@:-) Freaking Out &lt;br /&gt;/:-) Frenchman with a beret &lt;br /&gt;8) Frog &lt;br /&gt;:-&lt; Frowning &lt;br /&gt;):-( Frowning Smiley with Hair &lt;br /&gt;:-/ Frustrated &lt;br /&gt;=:-) Funny Hair &lt;br /&gt;*:* Fuzzy &lt;br /&gt;*:*} Fuzzy With a Mustache &lt;br /&gt;~~:-( Getting Rained On &lt;br /&gt;8*) Glasses and a Half Mustache &lt;br /&gt;:oÞ Grinning and sticking tongue out (type ALT+0222 on righthand number keypad) &lt;br /&gt;{:-) Hair Parted in the Middle &lt;br /&gt;}:-) Hair Parted in the Middle Sticking up on Sides &lt;br /&gt;=:-) Hair Standing on End &lt;br /&gt;:-}) Handlebar Mustache &lt;br /&gt;%-) Happy Drunk &lt;br /&gt;:-' Has a Dimple &lt;br /&gt;:%)% Has Acne &lt;br /&gt;:-# Has Braces &lt;br /&gt;:(#) Has Braces variation &lt;br /&gt;:-`| Have a Cold &lt;br /&gt;|:-) Heavy Eyebrows &lt;br /&gt;/;-) Heavy Eyebrows - Slanted &lt;br /&gt;l^o Hepcat &lt;br /&gt;(_8(|) Homer Simpson &lt;br /&gt;(_8^(|) Homer Simpson &lt;br /&gt;(^~^~^) Hot ass walking away &lt;br /&gt;*^_^* Huge Dazzling Grin - it's a straight-on smiley &lt;br /&gt;%*@:-( Hungover with headache &lt;br /&gt;:0 Hungry  &lt;br /&gt;o[-&lt;]: I am a skater or I like to skate &lt;br /&gt;%*} Inebriated &lt;br /&gt;(|):-)=II= Jewish Blonde &lt;br /&gt;?:^[] Jim Carrey &lt;br /&gt;(8 { John Lennon  &lt;br /&gt;@:-} Just Back From Hairdresser &lt;br /&gt;:-T Keeping a Straight Face &lt;br /&gt;:) Kid smiley &lt;br /&gt;:-x Kiss &lt;br /&gt;:-* Kiss on the cheek &lt;br /&gt;&gt;^,,^&lt; Kitty Cat - it's a straight-on smiley &lt;br /&gt;&amp; Kitty cleaning a hind paw &lt;br /&gt;&gt;* Kitty doesn't like taking its pill &lt;br /&gt;~*= Kitty running away from you &lt;br /&gt;:p Kitty with tongue hanging out &lt;br /&gt;&gt;:-l Klingon &lt;br /&gt;@(*0*)@ Koala - it's a straight-on smiley &lt;br /&gt;:-D Laughing &lt;br /&gt;%OD Laughing like crazy &lt;br /&gt;(-: Left Hand &lt;br /&gt;?-: Left Handed Tongue Touching Nose &lt;br /&gt;&gt;;-&gt; Lewd Remark &lt;br /&gt;:-9 Licking Lips &lt;br /&gt;;-, Like, Duh &lt;br /&gt;:-x Lips are Sealed &lt;br /&gt;8:-) Little Girl &lt;br /&gt;%-) Long Bangs &lt;br /&gt;%+{ Lost a Fight &lt;br /&gt;|-( Lost Contact Lenses &lt;br /&gt;X-( Mad &lt;br /&gt;;-( mad look &lt;br /&gt;&amp;-l Makes Me Cry &lt;br /&gt;:-(*) Makes Me Sick &lt;br /&gt;:-S Makes No Sense &lt;br /&gt;@@@@:-) Marge Simpson &lt;br /&gt;@|-) Meditating Smiley &lt;br /&gt;#:-) Messy Hair &lt;br /&gt;8(:-) Mickey Mouse &lt;br /&gt;:) Midget &lt;br /&gt;~~:-( Mohawk &lt;br /&gt;:-{ Mustache &lt;br /&gt;:-{)= Mustache &amp; Goatee &lt;br /&gt;:-3 Mustache (Handlebar Type) &lt;br /&gt;{:-{)} Mustache and Beard &lt;br /&gt;:-# My Lips Are Sealed &lt;br /&gt;(-) Needs Haircut &lt;br /&gt;):-( Nordic &lt;br /&gt;:/) Not Amused &lt;br /&gt;8-O Omigod! &lt;br /&gt;:=) Orangutan &lt;br /&gt;8&gt; Penguin &lt;br /&gt;:-? Pensive &lt;br /&gt;:^) Personality &lt;br /&gt;3:] Pet Dog &lt;br /&gt;:8) Pig &lt;br /&gt;:---) Pinnochio &lt;br /&gt;P-( Pirate &lt;br /&gt;3:[ Pitbull &lt;br /&gt;:-&lt; Pointy Mustache &lt;br /&gt;}:^#) Pointy Nosed &lt;br /&gt;+&lt;:-) Pope &lt;br /&gt;:-t Pouting &lt;br /&gt;:-[ Pouting variation &lt;br /&gt;+:-) Priest &lt;br /&gt;;~[ Prizefighter &lt;br /&gt;X:-) Propeller Head &lt;br /&gt;?-) Proud of black eye &lt;br /&gt;=:-) Punk &lt;br /&gt;=:-( Punk Not Smiling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;(-'.'-)&gt; Puppy dog - it's a straight-on smiley &lt;br /&gt;:-r Rasberry &lt;br /&gt;(((((:-{= Rave Dude &lt;br /&gt;:-C Real Unhappy &lt;br /&gt;~:-( Really Bummed Out &lt;br /&gt;:-)) Really Happy &lt;br /&gt;([( Robocop &lt;br /&gt;[:] Robot &lt;br /&gt;@};--- Rose &lt;br /&gt;3:*&gt; Rudolph the red nose reindeer &lt;br /&gt;:-( Sad &lt;br /&gt;:( Sad Turtle &lt;br /&gt;:-d Said with a smile &lt;br /&gt;:-y Said with a Smile variation &lt;br /&gt;M:-) Saluting &lt;br /&gt;*&lt;|:-) Santa Claus &lt;br /&gt;:-&gt; Sarcastic &lt;br /&gt;:-@ Screaming &lt;br /&gt; Scuba Diver &lt;br /&gt;)8-) Scuba Diver with Hair &lt;br /&gt;$__$ Sees Money &lt;br /&gt;:-i Semi-Smile &lt;br /&gt;,:-) Shaved Left Eyebrow &lt;br /&gt;8-0 Shocked &lt;br /&gt;+-( Shot Between the Eyes &lt;br /&gt;:-V Shouting &lt;br /&gt;:O Singing &lt;br /&gt;~:-P Single Hair &lt;br /&gt;:-/ Skeptical &lt;br /&gt;':-/ Skeptical again &lt;br /&gt;:-7 Skeptical variation &lt;br /&gt;O-) Smiley After Smoking a Banana &lt;br /&gt;):-) Smiley with Hair &lt;br /&gt;:-, Smirk &lt;br /&gt;;^) Smirking &lt;br /&gt;:-i  Smoking a cig &lt;br /&gt;:-? Smoking a pipe &lt;br /&gt;:-Q Smoking while talking &lt;br /&gt;~~~~8} Snake  &lt;br /&gt;:-( &lt;| Standing Firm  &lt;br /&gt;=%-O Stared at Computer Way Too Long &lt;br /&gt;%-) Staring at a Screen for 15 hours  &lt;br /&gt;(8-{)} Sunglasses, Mustache, Beard &lt;br /&gt;/8^{~ Sunglasses, Mustache, Goatee &lt;br /&gt;:0 Surprised &lt;br /&gt;`:-) Sweating &lt;br /&gt;,:-) Sweating on the Other Side &lt;br /&gt;:-0 Talkative &lt;br /&gt;:-S Talking Gibberish &lt;br /&gt;&amp;-| Tearful &lt;br /&gt;-(:)(0)=8 Teletubby &lt;br /&gt;:-)--- Thin as a Pin &lt;br /&gt;%-\ Tired &lt;br /&gt;:-?  Tongue Sticking Out &lt;br /&gt;:-&amp; Tongue Tied  &lt;br /&gt;:-a Tongue Touching Nose &lt;br /&gt;*!#*!^*&amp;:- Total Head Case &lt;br /&gt;}(:-( Toupee Blowing in Wind &lt;br /&gt;:-))) Triple Chin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;:&gt;== Turkey &lt;br /&gt;x:-/ Uncertain &lt;br /&gt;=):-) Uncle Sam &lt;br /&gt;:-\ Undecided  &lt;br /&gt;:-| Unfazed &lt;br /&gt;|:-) Unibrow &lt;br /&gt;|:-| Unyielding &lt;br /&gt;:-[ Vampire &lt;br /&gt;:-))) Very Happy &lt;br /&gt;%') Very Tired &lt;br /&gt;(:-( Very Unhappy &lt;br /&gt;:-&lt; Walrus &lt;br /&gt;@:-) Wavy Hair &lt;br /&gt;{(:-) Wearing a Toupee &lt;br /&gt;[:-) Wearing a Walkman &lt;br /&gt;8-) Wearing Contacts &lt;br /&gt;B-) Wearing Glasses &lt;br /&gt;:-{} Wearing Lipstick &lt;br /&gt;]-I Wearing Sunglasses &lt;br /&gt;{:-) Wears a Toupee &lt;br /&gt;:-1 Whatever &lt;br /&gt;:-" Whistling &lt;br /&gt;;^? Wigged Out &lt;br /&gt;'-) Winking &lt;br /&gt;,-) Winking Happy &lt;br /&gt;;-) Winking variation &lt;br /&gt;#-) Wiped out, partied all night &lt;br /&gt;8&lt;:-) Wizard &lt;br /&gt;-=#:-) \ Wizard with Wand &lt;br /&gt;:-)8 : Woman &lt;br /&gt;:~) Wondering &lt;br /&gt;,-} Wry and Winking &lt;br /&gt;:-7 Wry Face &lt;br /&gt;l-O Yawning &lt;br /&gt;|^o Yawning or Snoring variation &lt;br /&gt;:-(0) Yelling &lt;br /&gt;=8-0 Yikes! &lt;br /&gt;$-) Yuppie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-1879179061806289255?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/1879179061806289255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=1879179061806289255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/1879179061806289255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/1879179061806289255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/smileys.html' title='smileys.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-8054244906007126435</id><published>2007-06-11T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T04:22:14.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>survey.a little something about me. ;P</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;survey.a little something about me. ;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* . . About You . . * &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color:: black&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color:: still black  &lt;br /&gt;Height:: 5'something.yea i know im small. :(&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Color:: RED.&lt;br /&gt;Screen Name:: LITTLEmissCADAVER  &lt;br /&gt;Favorite Band:: flyleaf.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Movie:: there's a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Show:: the simpsons.LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;Your Car:: nah.&lt;br /&gt;Your Hometown:: in townsville? LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;Your Present Town:: dimmsdale.&lt;br /&gt;Your Crushes First Name:: that's a secret. :&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Your Grade:: 10th&lt;br /&gt;Your Style:: style?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* . . Have You Ever . . * &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat on your rooftop?: yea.a lot  &lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone in the rain?: no.but i want to. &lt;br /&gt;Danced in a public place?: yep.:) &lt;br /&gt;Smiled for no reason?: yea.most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard you cried?: i dont remember.&lt;br /&gt;Peed your pants after age 8?: haha.i guess so.&lt;br /&gt;Written a song?: yea.&lt;br /&gt;Sang to someone for no reason?: yes, i do!  &lt;br /&gt;Performed on a stage?: yea. :p&lt;br /&gt;Talked to someone you don't know?: yea, online. LOL  &lt;br /&gt;Gone out of your way to befriend someone?: uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;Made out in a theatre?: i wish.lol.&lt;br /&gt;Gone roller skating since 8th grade?: never tried it. :((  &lt;br /&gt;Been in love?: yea. and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* . . What's the last . . * &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time you laughed?: just a little while ago.&lt;br /&gt;Time you cried?: i dont want to remember.&lt;br /&gt;Movie you watched?: xxxHOLIC.  &lt;br /&gt;Joke you told?: last night?&lt;br /&gt;Song you've sang?: franklin.  &lt;br /&gt;Time you've looked at the clock?: 7:10&lt;br /&gt;Drink you've had?: water.&lt;br /&gt;Number you've dialed?: 9? dunno.  &lt;br /&gt;Book you've read?: FIRST KISSES.  &lt;br /&gt;Food you've eaten?: noodles.lol.&lt;br /&gt;Flavor of gum chewed?: hmm..strawberry.  &lt;br /&gt;Shoes you've worn?: chucks.&lt;br /&gt;Store you've been in?: forgot.:p  &lt;br /&gt;Thing you've said?: later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* . . Can You . . * &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write with both hands?: nah.  &lt;br /&gt;Whistle?: sadly, no. :((&lt;br /&gt;Blow a bubble?: no!! :((  &lt;br /&gt;Roll your tounge in a circle?:absolutely! haha  &lt;br /&gt;Cross your eyes?: naw.&lt;br /&gt;Touch your tounge to your nose?: haha...no. &lt;br /&gt;Dance?: yea. but it's a crazy looking one.lol&lt;br /&gt;Gleek?: pardon?&lt;br /&gt;Stay up a whole night without sleep?: never tried it.  &lt;br /&gt;Speak a different language?: a little japanese.^^&lt;br /&gt;Impersonate someone?: haha yea.,  &lt;br /&gt;Prank call people?: yup.&lt;br /&gt;Make a card pyramid?: naw.  &lt;br /&gt;Cook anything?: i dont cook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* . . Finish The Line . . * &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were a ...:drummer, id rock the world.lol &lt;br /&gt;I wish ...: i was HER. =(( &lt;br /&gt;So many people don't know that ...: i love you.lol. XDD &lt;br /&gt;I am ...: TYPING.duh?&lt;br /&gt;My heart is ...: beating...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-8054244906007126435?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/8054244906007126435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=8054244906007126435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/8054244906007126435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/8054244906007126435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/surveya-little-something-about-me-p.html' title='survey.a little something about me. ;P'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-2965479180687172366</id><published>2007-06-11T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T03:52:36.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KISS,HUH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;what a kiss means &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kiss on the stomach = Im ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kiss on the Forehead ="i hope we're together forever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kiss on the Ear = Your my everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kiss on the Cheek = "We're friends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kiss on the Hand = "I adore you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kiss on the Neck = "we belong together"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kiss on the Shoulder = "I want you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kiss on the Lips = "I like you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the gesture means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Holding Hands = "we definitely like each other"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Slap on the Butt = "That's mine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Holding on tight = "i don't want to let go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Looking into each other's Eyes = "i just plain like you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Playing with Hair = "Tell me you love me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Arms around the Waist = "I like you too much to let go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Laughing while Kissing = "I am completely comfortable with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Advice--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont ask for a kiss, take one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were thinking about someone while reading this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're definitely in Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-2965479180687172366?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/2965479180687172366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=2965479180687172366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/2965479180687172366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/2965479180687172366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/kisshuh.html' title='KISS,HUH.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-8583551809436387193</id><published>2007-06-10T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:21:11.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm.</title><content type='html'>Best Txt Messages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a rich dad took his son on a trip, wanted to show how poor some can be. They spent time on a farm of a family considered poor. On the way home, dad asked,&lt;br /&gt;"How's the trip?"&lt;br /&gt;"great dad"&lt;br /&gt;"did you see how poor people can be?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah"&lt;br /&gt;"What did you learn?"&lt;br /&gt;"I saw we have one dog, they have four. We have a pool, they have an endless creek. At night, we have imported lanterns, they have stars. We buy food, they grow theirs. We have walls for protection, they have friends." then the boy added, &lt;br /&gt;"Thanks dad, for showing me how poor we are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, the boy asked her girl to marry him. The girl ave him a challenge: to live a day without her. No communication between them for 24 hours. he can only communicate with her after 24 hours. The girl promised to marry him right after he do it and the boy calls it a deal. Not knowing that the girl has only 24 hours life left coz she's suffering from illness. After 24 hours the boy went to the girl's house holding a ring. he was surprised knowing she's dead. The mother gave him a letter, saying,&lt;br /&gt;"You did it! I love you and, Can you do it again...everyday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;i just 'copy-paste'-ed it from a random site. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-8583551809436387193?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/8583551809436387193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=8583551809436387193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/8583551809436387193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/8583551809436387193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/hmmm.html' title='hmmm.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-8729396858557130252</id><published>2007-06-09T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T19:13:57.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Chain Letters. LOL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THE EIGHT BASIC TYPES OF CHAIN LETTERS&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chain Letter Type 1: &lt;/strong&gt;(scroll down) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, go on and make one!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please.... theyll never go out with you!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish something else!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that, you moron!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else! Quick!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your finger getting tired yet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Wasnt that fun? Hope you made a great wish. Now, to make you feel guilty, heres what Ill do. First of all, if you dont send this to 5096 people in the next 5 seconds, you will be attacked by a mad goat and then thrown off a high building into a pile of garbage. Its true! Because, you know, THIS letter isnt like all of those fake ones, THIS one is TRUE!! Really!!! Heres how it goes: &lt;br /&gt;*Send this to 1 person: One person will be mad at you for sending them a stupid chain letter. &lt;br /&gt;*Send this to 2-5 people: 2-5 people will be mad at you for sending them a stupid chain letter. &lt;br /&gt;*5-10 people: 5-10 people will be mad at you for sending them a stupid chain letter. &lt;br /&gt;*10-20 people: 10-20 people will be mad at you for sending them a stupid chain letter, and may form a plot on your life. &lt;br /&gt;*20 to 674,951 people: 20 to 674,951 people will be mad at you for sending them a stupid chain letter, and will napalm your house. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks!!!! Good Luck!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chain Letter Type 2 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, and thank you for reading this letter. You see, there is a starving little boy in Baklaliviatatlaglooshen who has no arms, no legs, no parents, and no goats. This little boys life could be saved, because for every time you pass this on, a dollar will be donated to the Little Starving Legless Armless Goatless Boy from Baklaliviatatlaglooshen Fund. Remember, we have no way of counting letters sent and this is all bull. So go on, reach out. Send this to 5 people in the next 47 seconds. Oh, and a reminder - if you accidentally send this to 4 or 6 people, you will die instantly. Thanks again!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chain Letter Type 3 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there!! This chain letter has been in existence since 1897. This is absolutely incredible because there was no email then and probably not as many little 8 year olds writing chain letters. So this is how it works. Pass this on to 15,067 people in the next 7 minutes or something horrible will happen to you like: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Horror Story #1 Miranda Pinsley was walking home from school on Saturday. She had recently received this letter and ignored it. She then tripped in a crack in the sidewalk, fell into the sewer, was gushed down a drainpipe in a flood of sewerage, and went flying out over a waterfall. Not only did she smell nasty, she died. This Could Happen To You!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Horror Story #2 Dexter Bip, a 13 year old boy, got a chain letter in his mail and ignored it. Later that day, he was hit by a car and so was his girlfriend. They both died. Their families were so upset that everyone related to them (even by marriage) went crazy and pent the rest of their miserable lives in an institution. This Could Happen To You!!! Remember, you could end up like Pinsley and Bip did. Just send this letter to all of your loser friends, and everything will be OK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chain Letter Type 4: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if you care, here is a poem that I wrote. Send it to every one of your friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends &lt;br /&gt;-A friend is someone who is always at your side, &lt;br /&gt;-A friend is someone who likes you even though you have body odor, &lt;br /&gt;-A friend is someone who likes you even though youre disgustingly ugly, &lt;br /&gt;-A friend is someone who cleans up for you after youve soiled yourself, &lt;br /&gt;-A friend is someone who stays with you all night while you cry about your loser life, &lt;br /&gt;-A friend is someone who pretends they like you when they really think you should be attacked by a mad goat and then thrown in a pile of garbage, &lt;br /&gt;-A friend is someone who scrubs your toilet and vacuums and then gets the check and leaves and doesnt speak much English, no sorry- thats the cleaning lady, &lt;br /&gt;-A friend is not someone who sends you chain letters because he wants his wish of being rich to come true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now pass this on! If you dont, youll be eaten by wild goats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chain Letter Type 5: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This e-mail is wicked-cool! It was started by Microsoft to test its e-mail tracking system because, you know, a big high-tech company like Microsoft always sends important new software out over the internet to be available to any moron who can operate a computer, right? Plus, they have formed a secret merger with Disney Corp., who has agreed to give up millions of dollars in revenue by giving everyone who reads this e-mail, passes it on, looks at it, knows someone that looked at it, or is related to someone who is a friend of someone who looks at it A FREE, ALL-EXPENSES-PAID TRIP to Disneyland, DisneyWorld, or EuroDisney! So pass this on to everyone you know that is gullible enough to believe this (or not)! Even if its not true, hey- insulting all of your friends by implying that they are gullible by sending this to them is worth the improbable chance that you could go to Disneyland! Even if you lose all of your friends because they are tired of receiving this kind of junk from you, its worth the chance, right? And just for good measure, if you dont send this on, Microsoft will send its specially trained attack-goats to pilfer your house and eat all of your family, SO SEND IT ON!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chain Letter Type 6: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIRUS WARNING!!! If you receive an email entitled Bad times, delete it immediately. Do not open it. Apparently this one is pretty nasty. It will not only erase everything on your hard drive, but it will also delete anything on disks within 20 feet of your computer. It demagnetizes the stripes on ALL of your credit cards. It reprograms your ATM access code, screws up the tracking on your VCR and uses subspace field harmonics to scratch any CDs you attempt to play. It will re-calibrate your refrigerators coolness settings so all your ice cream melts and your milk curdles. It mixes antifreeze into your aquarium and puts dirty socks on the table when company is coming over. It uses your credit cards, forges your signature, and dates your boy/girlfriend. It will program your phone AutoDial to call only your mother-in-laws number. It will make mad goats come into your home to raid your refrigerator and soil your furniture. So be careful! Forward this to all of your friends, relatives, neighbors, family, enemies, plumbers, garbage men, stock brokers, doctors, and any other acquaintances! Its for their own good! Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chain Letter Type 7: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a cute picture I drew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(\ /) &lt;br /&gt;( \ / ) &lt;br /&gt;( \ / ) &lt;br /&gt;( /&lt;&gt;\ ) &lt;br /&gt;( / \/ \ ) &lt;br /&gt;/ \ __ &lt;br /&gt;( ) ( ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a decapitated angel. Send it on to all of your friends so it will brighten their day like it did yours! If you dont, demon-possessed goats will move into your house and eat all of your socks, leading you to believe that something is wrong with your washing machine because all of your socks keep disappearing. Have a nice day!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chain Letter Type 8: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the funniest thing in the world! In exactly 87 seconds, you have to send this to 275 people, then if you press (space bar + tab + backspace + page up) a clip will pop up on your screen of a mad goat attacking Bill Gates and butting him into a pile of garbage! I couldnt stop laughing, even though since Im typing this I obviously couldnt have seen it yet, and there is absolutely no way to attach a clip in a way that you have to send the email before you see the clip, its still true! And you know what else is true? I am Batman! And if you stay online doing absolutely nothing for one hour after sending this, Ill email you a gift certificate for five million dollars to spend at Wal-Mart! Just forget the fact that I have no way of finding the email addresses of people who send this out, and the fact that stores will recognize a fake gift certificate. Just send this out, youll be glad you did!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;now, wasnt that funny? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-8729396858557130252?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/8729396858557130252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=8729396858557130252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/8729396858557130252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/8729396858557130252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/funny-chain-letters-lol.html' title='Funny Chain Letters. LOL.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-232388534812773380</id><published>2007-06-09T06:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T06:30:37.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wee.:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b295/DethRoses/xxxholic_03.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished watching xxxHOLIC the movie. sugoi ne X3~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might be wondering why im reading mangas, watching animes to the FULLEST level, that's because school's about to start in a week and i wont be doing much of these when school starts. i'll be very busy. SUPER busy, since im already a 3rd year highschool student. most of my online friends told me chemistry and trigonometry was really hard, which unfortunately helped in increasing my nervousness. thanks to them, hmph. (jk.lol.^^v)&lt;br /&gt;my cousin's from the province are coming over today to spend the night. im excited to meet them again. wee! lol. we'll be surfing the internet probably until morning.haha. &lt;br /&gt;Right now im currently downloading kimi wa petto 5nd6. dont get me wrong, ive watched this drama a couple a times already. truth is, i got hooked up with jdramas coz of this and gokusen1nd2. especially the JE  boys. not to mention, AKANISHI JIN and MATSUMOTO JUN. X3~~ i want to own a complete cd of this drama for my collection of anime/jdrama dvds. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;im kinda pissed also coz of the Death Note dvd i bought last night. the episodes were complete. 32, in fact. i was happy when i found out that there was a bonus on the cd, wc is the Death Note movie. "ill finally be able to watch it." i excitedly said to myself. but when i played it a while ago, i was so devastated to find that the subtitle has too small font. so of course, how can you expect me to read it? and just to add, i have astigmatism (not sure of the spelling, but who cares? lol)! geez, i just hated that. hmph. well, it is pirated anyway. you cant really expect something great if it's pirated. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just watched spongebob and xxxHOLIC together with my crazy lil bro. and i loved it. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-232388534812773380?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/232388534812773380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=232388534812773380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/232388534812773380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/232388534812773380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/wee.html' title='wee.:)'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-8437319127883624031</id><published>2007-06-08T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T00:10:09.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEEP LOVE.ayu no monogatari.</title><content type='html'>i just finished reading &lt;em&gt;Deep Love [ayu no monogatari]&lt;/em&gt; and im speechless. yes, indeed. it has the best storyline ever. i have no idea if the story itself is true, but for me, i think it's an incredible manga you have to read and see for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;Ever since before, ive been trying to find &lt;em&gt;Deep Love &lt;/em&gt;over the internet coz i found it pretty interesting. unfortunately, i didnt find any. so recently i found this site where they host &lt;em&gt;Deep Love&lt;/em&gt;. so of course i downloaded it to my pc and i read it. im gonna summarize it for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here, Deep Love is about a highschool girl named Ayu who earns money by using her body. technically, you might call her a prostitute. one day, she found an injured dog by the street and decided to take it to an old lady she saw earlier that morning (not really sure if it was the same morning,oh well). &lt;br /&gt;So everyday, Ayu checks up on the puppy together with the old lady(let's call her &lt;em&gt;granny&lt;/em&gt; next time.lol). They named the puppy, Pao. So since then Ayu stays with granny and Pao. Granny shows Ayu 1.5 million yen. she told Ayu that she earned it all by herself so she can cure her grandson named Yoshiyuki who has a heart problem. &lt;br /&gt;One day, Ayu's friend got caught up in a huge amount of debt w/c is 2.0 million yen. He said, "Help me Ayu. Lend me 2.0 million yen. i will pay you back once i sort this out." She thought of the 1.5 million yen granny has saved. she secretly stole it and earned for the rest to lend for her friend. &lt;br /&gt;One week has passed and Ayu is still not getting the money. She just found out that this friend of hers just spent the money for drugs (not really sure. but i know he's a drug addict).&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the death of granny, w/c devastated Ayu, knowing that she hasnt paid the 1.5 million yet. During granny's funeral, she met Yoshiyuki. the grandson, granny was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;After that, they became the best of friends. Ayu smiles a lot since then, so is Yoshiyuki. they loved each other to the fullest. but yoshiyuki's father forbid them to see each other. But Ayu sacrificed herself by becoming a prostitute once again to earn money for Yoshiyuki's operation and to keep her promise to the old woman who changed her life. &lt;br /&gt;She earned a lot and before she knew, she had AIDS. the first symptom appeared. it was christmas then. she asked Pao to deliver her gift to Yoshiyuki coz she was too weak to even walk. As soon as Yoshiyuki recieved Ayu's gift, her asked Pao to deliver his gift to her. w/c is a minidisk. inside is a voice record of Yoshiyuki w/c tells how she loved watching the sky with her and how she misses her,etc. Ayu cried, falling on the ground, feeling weaker and weaker. She was about to die. and for the very first time, Ayu wishes to have lived longer because she has someone she wants to protect. yoshiyuki-the man she loves.&lt;br /&gt;After Ayu died, Yoshiyuki's father commtied suicide leaving his insurance to Yoshiyuki, making the operation a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next: DEEP LOVE HOST&lt;br /&gt;      DEEP LOVE [Reina's story] - forgot the real title. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-8437319127883624031?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/8437319127883624031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=8437319127883624031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/8437319127883624031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/8437319127883624031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/deep-loveayu-no-monogatari.html' title='DEEP LOVE.ayu no monogatari.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-8322785013092057412</id><published>2007-06-08T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T21:10:54.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when boys/girls want a kiss. ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;when boys/girls want a kiss. ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when girls wanna kiss you..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.they stare into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;bitting&lt;br /&gt;their lip.&lt;br /&gt;2. they always wrap their arms around&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;3. they play with their hands, shirts,&lt;br /&gt;pants, etc. just waiting for you to&lt;br /&gt;make the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when boys wanna kiss you....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They hold your hand and always play&lt;br /&gt;with it.&lt;br /&gt;2. They stare into your eyes for a long&lt;br /&gt;time.&lt;br /&gt;3. They get close to your face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-8322785013092057412?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/8322785013092057412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=8322785013092057412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/8322785013092057412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/8322785013092057412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-boysgirls-want-kiss.html' title='when boys/girls want a kiss. ;)'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-6486889828757358733</id><published>2007-06-08T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T21:01:27.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seventeen signs of falling in LOVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVENTEEN SIGNS OF FALLING IN LOVE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVENTEEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U LOOK AT THEIR&lt;br /&gt;PROFILE/PICTURE&lt;br /&gt;CONSTANTLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIXTEEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOUR ON THE PHONE WITH THEM&lt;br /&gt;LATE AT NIGHT AND THEY HANG UP, YOU&lt;br /&gt;STILL MISS THEM EVEN WHEN IT WAS JUST&lt;br /&gt;TWO MINUTES AGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIFTEEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU READ THEIR TEXTS or IMS OVER AND&lt;br /&gt;OVER AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOURTEEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WALK REALLY SLOW WHEN YOU'RE&lt;br /&gt;WITH THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIRTEEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU FEEL SHY WHENEVER YOU'RE/THEY'RE&lt;br /&gt;AROUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELEVEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT THEM, YOUR HEART&lt;br /&gt;BEATS FASTER AND SLOWER AT THE SAME&lt;br /&gt;TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SMILE WHEN YOU HEAR THEIR VOICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NINE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU lOOK AT THEM, YOU CAN'T SEE&lt;br /&gt;THE OTHER PEOPLE AROUND YOU, All YOU&lt;br /&gt;SEE IS HIM//HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EIGHT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU START LISTENING TO SLOW SONGS,&lt;br /&gt;WHILE THINKING OF THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY'RE ALL YOU THINK ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIX:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU GET HIGH JUST FROM THEIR SCENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIVE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU REALlIZE THAT YOU'RE AlWAYS SMILING&lt;br /&gt;TO YOURSELF WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT&lt;br /&gt;THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR THEM, OR&lt;br /&gt;ANYTHING TO SEE THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHILE READING THIS, THERE WAS ONE&lt;br /&gt;PERSON ON YOUR MIND THE WHOLE TIME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WERE SO BUSY THINKING ABOUT THAT&lt;br /&gt;PERSON,YOU DIDNT NOTICE NUMBER TWELVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU JUST SCROLLED UP TO CHECK &amp;ARE&lt;br /&gt;NOW SILENTLY LAUGHING AT YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;i just got this from friendster. i think it's pretty cute so i posted it here. Enjoy! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-6486889828757358733?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/6486889828757358733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=6486889828757358733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/6486889828757358733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/6486889828757358733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/seventeen-signs-of-falling-in-love.html' title='seventeen signs of falling in LOVE.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-5552632277518826293</id><published>2007-06-07T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T03:07:58.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HANA KIMI.the drama. ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s75/mabudachi3/HKOST1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s75/mabudachi3/HKOST1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u74/lynnyanxing/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u74/lynnyanxing/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanazakari no Kimitachi E - The Drama!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the winter of 2006, "Hua Yang Shao Nian Shao Nu", a live action drama version of Hana-Kimi, began airing in Taiwan. It stars famous Taiwan singer/actress Ella as Lu Rui Xi (Mizuki), Wu Zun as Zuo Yi Quan (Sano), Jiro Wang as Xiu Yi (Nakatsu). I am not sure how many episodes will be because it is still running as I write this, however it looks like they will cover a good part of the story, judging from the characters listed in the cast list below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drama does a fairly good job at following the manga storyline. A few events are condensed, but for the most part they cover the essentials. They even do a good job at matching the floorplan of Sano and Mizuki's room! I think Ella looks okay as Mizuki, but her acting is a bit too exaggerated for me. She spends most of her time making these stupid goofy faces. I think I would like her more if she played the part a little more seriously. Jiro is AWESOME as Nakatsu though, and Wu Zun is hot as Sano *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some basic info about the drama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w209/madamepolster/hanakimmi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w209/madamepolster/hanakimmi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella - Lu Rui Xi (Mizuki) &lt;br /&gt;Wu Zun - Zuo Yi Quan (Sano) &lt;br /&gt;Jiro Wang - Jin Xiu Yi (Nakatsu) &lt;br /&gt;Tang Yu Zhe - Liang Si Nan (Nanba-sempai) &lt;br /&gt;Tang Zhi Ping - Mei Tian (Umeda-sensei) &lt;br /&gt;Zhang Hao Ming - Wang Tian Si (Tennouji) &lt;br /&gt;Duncan - Yuan Qiu Ye (Akiha) &lt;br /&gt;Ruan Jing Tian - Shen Le (Kagurazaka Makoto) &lt;br /&gt;Joelle Lu - Abby &lt;br /&gt;JJ Lin - Lu Jing Xi (Shizuki) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening theme: Zen Me Ban by S.H.E (Ella is a member of S.H.E)&lt;br /&gt;Ending theme song: Zhuan Shu Tian Shi by TANK &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: http://www.niko-niko.net/hanakimi/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-5552632277518826293?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/5552632277518826293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=5552632277518826293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/5552632277518826293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/5552632277518826293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/hana-kimithe-drama.html' title='HANA KIMI.the drama. ;)'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-3062408206400590304</id><published>2007-06-07T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:20:37.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HANA KIMI. ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnL0zzVwncs/RmfTpbZAPMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/00t2Znr3byI/s1600-h/ikp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnL0zzVwncs/RmfTpbZAPMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/00t2Znr3byI/s320/ikp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073256213936880834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overview&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanakimi is a shoujo manga series by mangaka Hisaya Nakajo. The story revolves around Ashiya Mizuki, a Japanese girl living in America who, after seeing an amazing record-setting jump by teenage high jumping star Izumi Sano, finds herself deeply inspired. Mizuki begins to collect everything she can that is connected to Sano, and soon finds Sano becoming all she can think about. However, living in America, Mizuki would never be able to meet her idol... Breaching the impossible, Mizuki somehow convinces her parents to let her move to the boarding school Sano goes to in Japan. The only catch is that it's an all-boys school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanakimi is a loveable, hilarious, and at times outrageous story. Mizuki faces a variety of troublesome and awkward situations dressed as a boy, as well as trying to deal with her growing feelings for Sano. A miriad of supporting characters help bring the story along, including the school's sour and not-so-subtly flambouyant gay doctor; the best friend who finds himself falling for Mizuki and tearing himself up over it, knowing her only as a male; the school's most beautiful student, who soon pins Mizuki as a rival for being the school's top bishounen...to speak of a few. There are so many funny, dramatic and heartwarming moments that contribute to the wonderfulness that is Hanakimi, it's certainly a series that latches on and doesn't let go, even after the final pages of the manga have been turned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters.&lt;br /&gt;Ashiya Mizuki &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Ashiya Mizuki's most notable attributes is her compulsiveness: it's what brought her all the way from her home in America to be by Sano's side in Japan. Mizuki can't stand by when someone is facing injustice, which has lead to some pretty tense situations - and a gain in enemies. After standing up against top model Alex's slave-like treatment of his makeup artist Ebi, it takes Mizuki a lot of time, going through trials and tribulations to get on his good side once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mizuki is a strange mix of kindness and abrasiveness. If someone pisses her off, she stands her ground. She even gets physical if the need arises, such as when Nihonbashi outright disses her home of America, Mizuki unleashes her fist. On the flip side of the coin, Mizuki can be incredibly kind and seems to only think the best of people until proven otherwise. This naivety has led to some dangerous situations for Mizuki, including her near rape by Nanba Io's hired help during her stay at Io's inn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mizuki is often deeply inspired by others' strengths. Sano's ability with high jumping was so inspiring to Mizuki that she moved to Japan to become his friend. Other characters have inspired her as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sano Izumi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially rude and distant, Mizuki's charm woos Sano away from his standoffish nature. Little by little, Sano reveals more of himself to not only Mizuki, but his newfound classmate friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sano is complex, at times outgoing and confidant, and at other times unwilling to deal with situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nakatsu Shuichi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outspoken and frequently outrageous, Nakatsu Shuichi is a vibrant force in the Hanakimi cast. Nakatsu quickly becomes one of Mizuki's closest friends. Eventually he finds himself falling in love with "him", and after a long period of denial and attempting to change himself by being with [another] woman, Nakatsu professes his feelings to Mizuki. Although she rejects him, Nakatsu remains Mizuki's close friend and constant protector. Later, Nakatsu is greatly relieved to find Mizuki was actually a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Umeda Hokuto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umeda seems the least likely type of person to be a high school doctor: rude, impatient and oftentimes glowering, Umeda is one more prone to strike fear in the hearts of his students than win them over with his nearly nonexistant kindness. Underneath the foul exterior, Umeda's just a big teddy bear, which Mizuki quickly finds out. He's one of the few and one of the first to know her secret, and not only keeps it safe, but helps her out and advises her throughout her adventure at Osaka Gakuen. Umeda is also gay and, much to Mizuki's horror, doesn't try to hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source:&lt;strong&gt; http://endeixis.net/hanakimi/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other mangas with a similar story like hana kimi:&lt;br /&gt;x BOKU NI NATTA WATASHI&lt;br /&gt;x POWER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-3062408206400590304?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/3062408206400590304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=3062408206400590304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/3062408206400590304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/3062408206400590304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/hana-kimi.html' title='HANA KIMI. ;)'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnL0zzVwncs/RmfTpbZAPMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/00t2Znr3byI/s72-c/ikp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-5960684107313939292</id><published>2007-06-06T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T03:09:26.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARADISE KISS. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/ArhanghelG/Paradise%20Kiss/largeAnimePaperscans_Paradise-Ki-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/ArhanghelG/Paradise%20Kiss/largeAnimePaperscans_Paradise-Ki-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradise Kiss focuses on the life of Yukari, a high school student who is studying for her college entrance exams. Her life is based on the education formula which means...good scores + good college = good job = Success!!. It seems as if her life is set...until she runs into a group of Yazawa art students who want her to model their line of clothing "Paradise Kiss". The longer Yukari stays with the group the more she realizes there is more to life than an education and a job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n33/Cornelia_95/medium_yukari_hayasaka_paradise_kis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n33/Cornelia_95/medium_yukari_hayasaka_paradise_kis.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yukari "Caroline" Hayasaka &lt;/strong&gt;(早坂紫, Yukari "Caroline" Hayasaka?) &lt;br /&gt;A high school student who is tired of her meaningless and repetitive life moulded by her up-tight mother, she ends up modelling for Paradise Kiss after being kidnapped. She is often referred to as "Caroline" by Miwako. &lt;br /&gt;Yukari begins the series as a pretty, yet rather unpleasant, high school senior studying dutifully for her exams in order to get into a good university. Yet when she meets the ParaKiss crew, she begins a slow change from stuck up school girl to an aspiring model. She lost her virginity to George Koizumi(see below). Tired of waiting for George, she "ends up with" Hiroyuki. &lt;br /&gt;Voiced by: Yu Yamada (Japanese), Julie Ann Taylor (English) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l75/mariateresao/bscap003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l75/mariateresao/bscap003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joji "George" Koizumi &lt;/strong&gt;(小泉譲二, Koizumi Jōji?) &lt;br /&gt;An eccentric but handsome student of azagaku who has an extraordinary talent as a fashion designer. He has a lot of extravagant ideas, which are not always accepted by the general public. He wants Yukari to become a real and independent woman. He has blue hair and blue eyes. He considers himself bi-sexual. &lt;br /&gt;Voiced by: Kenji Hamada (Japanese), Patrick Seitz (English) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u272/SignorinaPippi/MiwakonewPDVD_016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u272/SignorinaPippi/MiwakonewPDVD_016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miwako Sakurada&lt;/strong&gt; (櫻田実和子, Sakurada Miwako?) &lt;br /&gt;A student of Yazagaku who works with George to run their own brand, Paradise Kiss. She is the younger sister of the creator of the Happy Berry brand, Mikako Kouda, who was the protagonist of Gokinjo Monogatari. She is very sweet and cute, and tends to act in a rather childlike manner. She has a cat named Josefine. &lt;br /&gt;Voiced by: Marika Matsumoto (Japanese), Jolie Jackson (English) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f231/phwi/Anime/Paradise%20kiss/kiss3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f231/phwi/Anime/Paradise%20kiss/kiss3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arashi Nagase&lt;/strong&gt; (永瀬嵐, Nagase Arashi?) &lt;br /&gt;Miwako's boyfriend and a student of Yazagaku who also works with George to run Paradise Kiss. He is the son of a musician and a guitarist in a punk band. He tends to act rough, but can be very caring. He also has quite an assortment of facial piercings. Son of Kanzaki Risa, who is a good friend of Mikako Kouda, also from Gokinjo Monogatari. &lt;br /&gt;Voiced by: Shunsuke Mizutani (Japanese), Derek Stephen Prince (English) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a188/Hime_no_Hana/manga%20characters/ParadiseKiss-Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a188/Hime_no_Hana/manga%20characters/ParadiseKiss-Isabella.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daisuke "Isabella" Yamamoto&lt;/strong&gt; (山本大助, Yamamoto Daisuke?) &lt;br /&gt;A very tall, mysterious, transgendered Yazagaku student, who has been a good friend of George's since childhood. Isabella prefers to be thought of as a woman, and is mortified when referred to as her birth name 'Daisuke'. &lt;br /&gt;Voiced by: Chiharu Suzuka (Japanese), Mari Devon (English) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pictures.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u272/SignorinaPippi/newPDVD_0162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u272/SignorinaPippi/newPDVD_0162.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u272/SignorinaPippi/MiwakonewPDVD_01611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u272/SignorinaPippi/MiwakonewPDVD_01611.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h261/Angel_BlueRose/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h261/Angel_BlueRose/19.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/kyosgirl18/Paradise%20Kiss/kiss02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l15/kyosgirl18/Paradise%20Kiss/kiss02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c91/iloveradios/20050529024105_40691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c91/iloveradios/20050529024105_40691.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source:&lt;br /&gt; http://www.geocities.com/sabrina_tech/&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paradise_Kiss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-5960684107313939292?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/5960684107313939292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=5960684107313939292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/5960684107313939292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/5960684107313939292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/paradise-kiss-3.html' title='PARADISE KISS. &lt;3'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/ArhanghelG/Paradise%20Kiss/th_largeAnimePaperscans_Paradise-Ki-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-8765410174935969310</id><published>2007-06-05T22:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T22:07:17.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IVE UPDATED MY BLOG. LOL. ^^</title><content type='html'>yes, i placed a lot of stuff, like my music and my cBox. &lt;br /&gt;i know, my music doesn't match the blog itself, but who cares, i love the song, okay? butt off. haha. XDD you should try listening to it, too. you'll love it, i promise. haha.&lt;br /&gt;ja. LATER. muah. &lt;br /&gt;much love, me. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-8765410174935969310?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/8765410174935969310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=8765410174935969310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/8765410174935969310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/8765410174935969310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-updated-my-blog-lol.html' title='IVE UPDATED MY BLOG. LOL. ^^'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-7746814602200260145</id><published>2007-06-05T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:20:40.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERFECT GIRL EVOLUTION. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>note: also called YAMATONADESHIKO SHICHIHENGE(anime), THE WALL FLOWER(manga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Significant plot details follow.&lt;br /&gt;Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge is about Nakahara Sunako, a girl called "ugly" by a boy, who happened to be the first and only person to whom she confessed her love. This incident sparks a life change, and as a result Sunako shuns all forms of beauty, both in herself as well as in life. Concerned by her change for the worst, Sunako's aunt, the owner of a beautiful mansion where four very handsome students live, offers the guys free rent in her mansion if they can turn Sunako into a 'perfect lady'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the four of them manage to make Sunako physically beautiful enough to become a lady, the problem lies with her attitude and interests (which Sunako has no intention of changing). Up until the most recent release in the story, they've managed to convince Sunako's aunt that her niece is indeed a lady befitting the mansion in which they live (and prevent the rent from skyrocketing at most triple the required amount). However, in reality, Sunako has not changed considerably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Primary characters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s50/akumagrl13/the%20wallflower/YNSH-KimonoSunako.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s50/akumagrl13/the%20wallflower/YNSH-KimonoSunako.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunako Nakahara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sunako Nakahara(中原 スナコ, Nakahara Sunako?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: Differs between sizes &lt;br /&gt;Weight: Differs between sizes &lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food: Chocolate &lt;br /&gt;Strengths: Detailed horror and anatomy knowledge, brilliant housekeeper, monstrous strength, great chef, athletic, extremely intelligent (except for math; though, later she masters the subject) &lt;br /&gt;After she was rejected by her first love, Sunako developed an obsession with darkness and a morbid fascination with blood, horror movies, and similarly dark things. She has an infamous tendency to get nosebleeds when she sees someone attractive and hates excessive light exposure. She has three "friends"; a skeleton called Josephine and two anatomical figures named Hiroshi-kun and Akira-kun. While she suffers from severely low self-esteem, she is actually beautiful and a frighteningly tough fighter. She is portrayed (mostly) throughout the manga in SD (Super-Deformed) form. Somewhat surprisingly, she is a very good cook, very athletic, intelligent (save that she is abysmally bad at math) and a good pianist. She refers to beautiful people as "creatures of light" and "ugly" people, such as herself, as "creatures of darkness", in the translation in America. Whenever she sees a "creature of light", she gets nosebleeds, and they're usually severe when she sees Kyohei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her relationship with Kyohei is somewhat unclear, saying that she always wants to kill him, and even goes to the extent of turning into a lady temporarily to get him back. Her reason is that "she's the only person who can kill him." Some people say that she has a crush on him, but it might be that he is too beautiful for her to handle, so she "must get rid of him".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t262/Creepy-zib/YNSH-HauntedHouseKyohei-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t262/Creepy-zib/YNSH-HauntedHouseKyohei-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kyohei Takano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kyohei Takano(高野 恭平, Takano Kyōhei?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5 ft 10 in &lt;br /&gt;Weight: 125 lbs &lt;br /&gt;Favorite Foods: Strawberries and Fried Shrimp &lt;br /&gt;Strengths: Great Fighter, persevering attitude, incredibly handsome &lt;br /&gt;While he says that all he cares about is getting free (or the lowest amount required to be paid) rent, Kyohei has a soft spot for Sunako and empathizes with her more so than the others. He is the most popular of the boys, and always has trouble keeping down a part-time job because his fans will chase after him, or his boss (male or female) will sexually harass him. Kyohei is cocky, short-tempered, and the only one tough enough to fight on the same level as Sunako. His hair is modeled after Tackey of Tackey and Tsubasa. He also tends to succumb to food and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v449/clamityhavok/TAKENAGAcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v449/clamityhavok/TAKENAGAcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Takenaga Oda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Takenaga Oda(織田 武長, Oda Takenaga?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5 ft 8 in &lt;br /&gt;Weight: 110 lb &lt;br /&gt;Strengths: Incredibly smart (especially in math), good fighter &lt;br /&gt;Random Fact: Is more spacey than he lets on &lt;br /&gt;The most intellectual of the four, Takenaga is called the "Boss" (a pun on his name in Japanese, which can be read as "Bucho", meaning boss) by his friends and is the least fazed by Sunako's morbid habits. Takenaga was originally from a wealthy family descended from flower masters (ikebana), but when the pressure of being the family heir was too much, he became completely withdrawn and ignored everyone. He was sent to live at the Landlady's mansion in hopes of becoming more "normal". He is described as a caring feminist and is rather shy. He is currently going out with Noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnL0zzVwncs/RmYPVrZAPII/AAAAAAAAAAY/yz2MMJG-PvM/s1600-h/Yukinojou_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnL0zzVwncs/RmYPVrZAPII/AAAAAAAAAAY/yz2MMJG-PvM/s320/Yukinojou_005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072758895378709634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yukinojo "Yuki" Toyama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yuki Toyama(, Tōyama Yukinojo?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5 ft 8 in &lt;br /&gt;Weight: 108 lb &lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food: Anything sweet &lt;br /&gt;Strengths: Very stylish, can charm animals, looks very good in girl clothes &lt;br /&gt;The most androgynous of the four, Yuki is gentle and is initially the most frightened of Sunako. He's the most 'normal' of the four boys; before coming to live at the mansion he had a normal school life with a middle-income family. His mother and the Landlady are old friends and the Landlady has a soft spot for Yuki. He's also the shortest and shyest, with a 'cute' face, and has been called on (very reluctantly) to dress up as a girl on more than one occasion. He has an on-again, off-again girlfriend named Machiko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Blackrosevirus/Anime/The%20Wallflower/Ranmaru/YNSH_08_064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a344/Blackrosevirus/Anime/The%20Wallflower/Ranmaru/YNSH_08_064.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ranmaru Morii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ranmaru Morii(, Morii Ranmaru?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5 ft 10 in &lt;br /&gt;Weight: 122 lb &lt;br /&gt;Strengths: Very experienced Casanova, good at sweet talking &lt;br /&gt;Random Fact: Will break out whenever near an ugly girl, sexually experienced &lt;br /&gt;A ladies' man, Ranmaru is often going out with various beautiful older and often married women. The very sight of Sunako initially has him breaking out in hives, but when her true beauty is revealed, he decides that she has "potential" to become a real lady. Like Takenaga, he comes from a wealthy family (who own a series of hotel chains), but was sent to live with the Landlady because he exploited his wealth and his parents wanted him to become "normal". He is named after the real life Mori Ranmaru, the partner of Oda Nobunaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnL0zzVwncs/RmYQJrZAPJI/AAAAAAAAAAg/sjqusc0Sm40/s1600-h/Noi_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnL0zzVwncs/RmYQJrZAPJI/AAAAAAAAAAg/sjqusc0Sm40/s320/Noi_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072759788731907218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naie "Noi" Kasahara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Noi Kasahara(, Kasahara Naie?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5 ft 7 in &lt;br /&gt;Weight: 112 lb &lt;br /&gt;Strengths: Extremely kind and beautiful &lt;br /&gt;Random Fact: Is one of the only people to accept Sunako immediately &lt;br /&gt;A very pretty and exceedingly popular girl. Noi is Sunako's closest friend at school, where Sunako is scorned for her terrifying demeanor and association with the boys. Noi admires Sunako's tough attitude and is in love with Takenaga, though she tends to be insecure about their relationship because Takenaga is too shy to openly admit that he likes her. She is called Noi in both the North American and Singaporean English-language translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOME PICTURES FROM THE MANGA/ANIME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnL0zzVwncs/RmYRNbZAPKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/FXY8PNmunSY/s1600-h/All_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnL0zzVwncs/RmYRNbZAPKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/FXY8PNmunSY/s320/All_004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072760952668044450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnL0zzVwncs/RmYRNrZAPLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/F-k2DNZEP3o/s1600-h/All_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnL0zzVwncs/RmYRNrZAPLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/F-k2DNZEP3o/s320/All_005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072760956963011762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c167/priestnobaka/snapshot20061117143756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c167/priestnobaka/snapshot20061117143756.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w263/MarieRever/PGE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w263/MarieRever/PGE.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s50/akumagrl13/the%20wallflower/cutecouplebeeing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s50/akumagrl13/the%20wallflower/cutecouplebeeing.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g129/carlypeas/YNSH-SunakoRanmaru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g129/carlypeas/YNSH-SunakoRanmaru.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO CHECK IT OUT. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-7746814602200260145?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/7746814602200260145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=7746814602200260145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/7746814602200260145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/7746814602200260145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/perfect-girl-evolution-3.html' title='PERFECT GIRL EVOLUTION. &lt;3'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s50/akumagrl13/the%20wallflower/th_YNSH-KimonoSunako.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-1442945641964908286</id><published>2007-06-04T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:36:30.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELL. THAT'S ENOUGH FER TODAY. ;p</title><content type='html'>Ive posted some synopsis of some of my favorite dramas. you can check some of it on youtube or veoh. :) i hope you did enjoy my blog. im trying my best for you to. lol. anyway, &lt;em&gt;adios!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lAter! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-1442945641964908286?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/1442945641964908286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=1442945641964908286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/1442945641964908286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/1442945641964908286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-thats-enough-fer-today-p.html' title='WELL. THAT&apos;S ENOUGH FER TODAY. ;p'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-4651031049408903342</id><published>2007-06-04T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:32:08.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROPOSAL DAISAKUSEN. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u165/magicalsuki/proposalep1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u165/magicalsuki/proposalep1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yamashita Tomohisa&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Nagasawa Masami&lt;/strong&gt; play a young man and woman who have been friends since elementary school. Yamashita's character, Iwase Ken, is obstinate and unskilled in love, but he fell long ago for the lively and cheerful woman, Yoshida Rei, played by Nagasawa. But Rei is about to get married to another man. While Ken and other friends from high-school attend the wedding ceremony, a fairy appears and sends Ken back in time, giving him a second chance to win the girl he loves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAIN CAST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yamashita Tomohisa&lt;/strong&gt; as Iwase Ken  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nagasawa Masami&lt;/strong&gt; as Yoshida Rei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: this drama is still ongoing. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-4651031049408903342?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/4651031049408903342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=4651031049408903342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/4651031049408903342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/4651031049408903342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/proposal-daisakusen-d.html' title='PROPOSAL DAISAKUSEN. :D'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-2106367112543406147</id><published>2007-06-04T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:26:37.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOBUTA WO PRODUCE. XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m12/drkmagicard/320px-Nobuta1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m12/drkmagicard/320px-Nobuta1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiritani Shuji &lt;/strong&gt;is the popular guy who gets along with everyone, from the jerks to the nerds to the just plain weird. He's the one that everyone can count on. However, what they don't know is that Shuji knows how predictable his classmates are and he plays off their predictability to his advantage. His day-to-day existence as "Shuji-kun" is just a facade he uses to play in the school popularity game. Truth be told, Shuji is bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one person Shuji cannot stand is &lt;strong&gt;Kusano Akira&lt;/strong&gt;. To Shuji, Akira is just plain annoying. He laughs, talks and acts funny. Nobody in class takes Akira seriously. Shuji can't stand the sight of Akira and it drives him nuts that Akira does whatever he wants despite Shuji's expressed dislike of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuji has a daily ritual of touching a certain willow tree for good luck. One day, he is startled to find out that his willow tree was uprooted and in its place, a freaky-looking girl telling him that some people took the tree somewhere else to be spotted. She told him that she was planning to hang herself from that tree. Scared, Shuji runs away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things heat up when a new student comes to school. Shuji is shocked to find out that the new student was the freaky girl he saw the day his willow tree disappeared. Her name is &lt;strong&gt;Kotani Nobuko&lt;/strong&gt;, a girl who has no self confidence at all and is content at being made fun of and bullied in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuji and Akira come to an accord that in order to make use of their "youth" they will "produce" Nobuko as the next popular girl. One of the conditions, however, is that nobody should find out that they are working together as a team to make this concept possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there can be no protagonist without an antagonist. There is a mysterious girl in school jeopardizing the duo's plan to make Nobuko popular. The mystery continues to unfold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unveiled here is the story of true friendship between three unlikely candidates who would not have been friends if not given the special circumstances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAIN CAST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kamenashi Kazuya &lt;/strong&gt;as Kiritani Shuji &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yamashita Tomohisa&lt;/strong&gt; as Kusano Akira &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Horikita Maki&lt;/strong&gt; as Kotani Nobuko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCREENCAPS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p138/jomskie101/empty.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p138/jomskie101/empty.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v722/notfoundyet/Nobuta/Picture65.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v722/notfoundyet/Nobuta/Picture65.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v722/notfoundyet/Nobuta/Picture105.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v722/notfoundyet/Nobuta/Picture105.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v722/notfoundyet/Nobuta/0802.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v722/notfoundyet/Nobuta/0802.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v722/notfoundyet/Nobuta/a43fcd3e.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v722/notfoundyet/Nobuta/a43fcd3e.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v722/notfoundyet/Nobuta/Picture102.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v722/notfoundyet/Nobuta/Picture102.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-2106367112543406147?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/2106367112543406147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=2106367112543406147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/2106367112543406147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/2106367112543406147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/nobuta-wo-produce-xd.html' title='NOBUTA WO PRODUCE. XD'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-6690237783977488945</id><published>2007-06-04T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:15:59.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANEGO. X33</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u251/coolnikita9/Anego1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u251/coolnikita9/Anego1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naoko Noda, who works in a trading company, is called “anego” by her younger co-workers. What is “anego”? It means “older sister,” but in this case it is given as a nickname to Naoko because she is like a big sister to her coworkers, who depend on her to give them advice about everything. This drama, based on a popular novel, depicts realistically how Naoko lives her everyday life, including her love life, the problems she faces, and her uneasiness about the future. Naoko, 32, works in the corporate strategy division. She is single, and has been working hard for 10 years, now she often finds herself in the role of training and guiding the younger female workers. Recently she realizes that most of the temporary and contracted workers’ goals are to find an elite male employee within the company to marry. Naoko also hopes that the man of her dreams, a prince on a white horse will one day come into her life, but it seems like her younger co-workers are always the ones who win the hearts of all the elite men. One day, on the way home from work, a handsome man saves Naoko from a drunk man who was bothering her, but she sees the wedding ring on his finger, and feels the emptiness of being single. One day, Naoko goes out to play golf with the general manager and other co-workers, and there she unexpectedly meets her former co-worker, Eriko Sawaki. Eriko seems to have a picture-perfect life; she is married to a company president, and already has one child. Naoko gets distracted by Eriko and the happy atmosphere around her, and ends up with a terrible golf score. After finishing the round, Eriko’s husband comes to pick her up, and Naoko is surprised when she sees his face. Eriko’s husband is the handsome man who saved her from the drunk man. Naoko’s heart starts pounding, and she can’t help but envy Eriko’s happy life. When working women reach their 30s, they start to worry about various things; “How long should I continue working for this company?”, “Will I marry the man I am dating?” “If I continue living like this what will I do when I grow old?” etc. In this drama, the main character, who is a 32-year old single woman working at a prestigious trading company, suddenly finds herself as one of the elders at the office, being a big sister to her younger co-workers. From the outside, it seems like she is a happy and successful businesswoman, but inside she is insecure and worried about her future. This drama, through the main character, portrays the everyday life of working women realistically; what they are really thinking, the problems they face, and how they do their best to survive in this world. --- NTV &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MIAN CAST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shinohara Ryoko&lt;/strong&gt; as Noda Naoko &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Akanishi Jin &lt;/strong&gt;as Kurosawa Akihiko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCREENCAPS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa32/Akanishi_Jinfan/Anego/anego102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa32/Akanishi_Jinfan/Anego/anego102.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa32/Akanishi_Jinfan/Anego/anego041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa32/Akanishi_Jinfan/Anego/anego041.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa32/Akanishi_Jinfan/Anego/anego055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa32/Akanishi_Jinfan/Anego/anego055.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'd better check this out, &lt;strong&gt;AKANISHI JIN &lt;/strong&gt;is in this drama. and i swear, you'll love him. X33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-6690237783977488945?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/6690237783977488945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=6690237783977488945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/6690237783977488945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/6690237783977488945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/anego-x33.html' title='ANEGO. X33'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa32/Akanishi_Jinfan/Anego/th_anego102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-1078580722755110821</id><published>2007-06-04T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:06:22.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KIMI WA PETTO. ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q145/britothexxxtreme/kimiwapetto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q145/britothexxxtreme/kimiwapetto.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SYNOPSIS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a terrible day at work and a bad break up, Iwaya Sumire played by &lt;strong&gt;Koyuki&lt;/strong&gt; returns home sad, depressed, and most of all lonely. However, at the front of the apartment she finds an unconscious young man lying in a cardboard box. Feeling sorry for him, she takes him into her home and nurses him back to health. As the young man, played by &lt;strong&gt;Matsumoto Jun&lt;/strong&gt;, gets better he begins to like her place and resolves not to leave her. In fact, he even professes that he'll do anything she wanted if she allowed him to stay. Sumire looks over at a picture of the golden retriever that she had when she was a child and jokingly says to him, "You can stay if you become my pet." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her surprise, he agrees. She names him Momo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-1078580722755110821?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/1078580722755110821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=1078580722755110821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/1078580722755110821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/1078580722755110821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/kimi-wa-petto.html' title='KIMI WA PETTO. ;)'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-7110901916548130078</id><published>2007-06-04T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T19:58:05.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEATH NOTE. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb261/Gaheri/Death%20Note/deathnotedj9sj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb261/Gaheri/Death%20Note/deathnotedj9sj.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main article: Plotline of Death Note&lt;br /&gt;Light Yagami is a brilliant, but bored, high school student who resents the crime and corruption in the world. His life undergoes a drastic change when he discovers a mysterious notebook, known as the "Death Note", lying on the ground in the year 2003. The Death Note's instructions claim that if a human's name is written within it that person shall die. Light is initially skeptical of the Death Note's authenticity, believing it is just a prank. However, after experimenting with it and killing two criminals, Light is forced to admit that the Death Note is real. After meeting with the previous owner of the Death Note, a Shinigami named Ryuk, Light seeks to become "the God of the new world" by passing his judgment on criminals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the number of inexplicable deaths of reported criminals catches the attention of the International Police Organization and a mysterious detective known only as "L". L quickly learns that the serial killer, dubbed by the public as "Kira" (derived from the Japanese pronunciation of the English word "Killer"), is located in Japan. L also concludes that Kira can kill people without laying a finger on them. Light realizes that L will be his greatest nemesis, and a race to prove mental superiority between the two begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main characters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h298/ariean_p/raito9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h298/ariean_p/raito9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Light Yagami&lt;/strong&gt;(Kira) (夜神 月, Yagami Raito?) &lt;br /&gt;The main character of Death Note, Light is a brilliant but bored 17-year old student. When he finds the Death Note, dropped in the human world by Ryuk, he decides to use it to kill all criminals and earns the title Kira. His ultimate goal is to cleanse the world of evil to create a utopia and then reign over this new world as its God. He calls himself Justice. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n317/the_chazz/Lawliet/Lawlietimage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n317/the_chazz/Lawliet/Lawlietimage.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L &lt;/strong&gt;(エル, Eru?) &lt;br /&gt;L is the world's three top-rated detectives (through two additional aliases), tasked with tracking down and arresting Kira. As such, he is Light's principal nemesis. His disheveled appearance masks his great powers of deduction and insight. L has many quirks, such as sitting in an odd manner (he squats on the edge of his seat, with his knees up by his chin), snacking on sweets in the middle of meetings, and holding his cellphone and other objects in a peculiar manner. He often takes drastic strategies to confuse and force his opponents, and on several occasions he has willingly disclosed several of his weaknesses to Kira at the risk of his own life in the hopes that he would lure him into a trap. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u255/karlos-diaz/amane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u255/karlos-diaz/amane.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Misa Amane&lt;/strong&gt;(弥 海砂, Amane Misa?) &lt;br /&gt;A girl with an immense crush on Kira. She is a popular idol in Japan, and tends to wear clothing in many different styles, depending on what she is doing. She is immature and has a tendency to refer to herself in the third person (calling herself "Misa-Misa") in an attempt to be cute. Misa is completely devoted to Light, and she once said that she loved him "at first sight". Light, however, only views her as an asset to his plans because of her Death Note and her "Shinigami Eyes" (that she obtained at the cost of half of her remaining life span, twice). These "Shinigami Eyes" give Misa the ability to know people's names by looking at their faces, thereby giving Kira an edge in his battle against his enemies. Misa read in the newspapers that the murderer of her family was punished by Kira, explaining her total devotion to him, regardless of whether she thinks of his actions as good or evil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s203/LickofFrost/Mellooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s203/LickofFrost/Mellooo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mello &lt;/strong&gt;(メロ, Mero?) &lt;br /&gt;Mello was an orphan who grew up with Near in Watari's shelter for gifted children. Like Near, Mello was one of the candidates to become L's successor. Similar to L's fondness for sweets, he is often seen eating bars of chocolate. Although Mello is quite intelligent, he often lets his emotions get the better of him, unlike Near or L. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s203/LickofFrost/Nearr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s203/LickofFrost/Nearr.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Near&lt;/strong&gt;(ニア, Nia?) &lt;br /&gt;Near was a primary candidate to become L's successor and calls himself N during the course of his investigations. He shares a number of similarities with L. Much like how L plays with things such as sugar cubes and forks, Near is frequently shown playing with toys or his hair. Near also sits in an unusual manner similar to L, but with some slight differences. He offered to join forces with Mello to fight Kira, but Mello turned him down. Near then gained the support of the US government and formed the Secret Provision for Kira (SPK). &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s8/lawlietmac/anime/180px-MikamiAnime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s8/lawlietmac/anime/180px-MikamiAnime.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teru Mikami &lt;/strong&gt;(魅上 照, Mikami Teru?) &lt;br /&gt;Mikami is selected as the fourth Kira by Light, after Light decides that it is too dangerous for the Death Note to be near Misa or himself, since he and Misa are currently under surveillance by Aizawa and Mogi. A prosecuting attorney and adamant supporter of Kira, Mikami shares many of the same ideals, thoughts, and priorities as Kira, and is ecstatic when he discovers that Kira, his God, has chosen him, proving that God is on his side and watching. He is completely devoted and loyal to Kira, believing that divine justice must be brought down upon the people. Little is known about his personal life; he appears to have no hobbies or anything else of the sort. He chants "delete" with each name he writes down in the Death Note due to events in his past when he thought God was "deleting" the evil people in his life. He, like Misa, has made the exchange of half his remaining years for Shinigami Eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shinigami (The Death Gods)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q280/vegus010/1172165403789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q280/vegus010/1172165403789.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ryuk &lt;/strong&gt;(リューク, Ryūku?) &lt;br /&gt;The original Shinigami who dropped the Death Note in the human world, which Light would pick up. Acting out of pure boredom, Ryuk begins the story of Death Note on a whim. It is stated that Ryuk found the second Death Note in the Shinigami world. The most important facet of Ryuk's character is that he is not Light's friend. Ryuk often refuses to aid Light and instead enjoys watching him struggle for his goal. He acts for his own interests and entertainment, and often fails to tell Light key details about the Death Note. However, Ryuk will aid Light if it serves his own goals, such as providing amusement or obtaining apples. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t46/dread155/180px-Rem.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t46/dread155/180px-Rem.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rem&lt;/strong&gt;(レム, Remu?) &lt;br /&gt;The female Shinigami who first gives Misa her Death Note and "eyes." Similar to Ryuk, Rem possesses two Death Notes; however, she purposely gives one of them to Misa Amane. Rem inherited her second Death Note from Jealous, another Shinigami who died when he saved Misa's life, and thought it only right to pass it on to Misa. Oddly enough, Rem inherits Jealous' love for Misa as well and is prompt to defend Misa even at the cost of her life. She shows this when she openly shows her lack of trust for Light, stating that she will kill him if Misa dies before her time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death Note&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Death Note is a book held by a Shinigami which has the power to kill people if certain conditions are met. All Death Notes follow a long set of specific rules, and the writer revealed a few of these rules with each volume of the manga in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r319/SA33MA/yagamilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r319/SA33MA/yagamilight.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rules of the Death Note&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main article: Rules of the Death Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written rules&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before releasing his Death Note into the human world, Ryuk wrote some of the more basic rules on the first page in English, because he believed that English was the most popular language in the world. The rules written by Ryuk are the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;The human whose name is written in this note shall die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;This note will not take effect unless the writer has the subject's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the subject's name, it will happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;If the cause of death is not specified, the subject will simply die of a heart attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;After writing the cause of death, the details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;False rules&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to these original rules, Light persuaded Ryuk to add a set of fake rules to mislead L and company. The reason behind this was to remove all suspicion of him and Misa being Kira and the Second Kira and preventing L from destroying the Death Note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the owner of the Death Note does not kill within 13 days of the last entry, he or she will die. &lt;br /&gt;If the Death Note is burnt, destroyed, or otherwise damaged in any way, all those who have touched that Death Note will die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-7110901916548130078?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/7110901916548130078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=7110901916548130078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/7110901916548130078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/7110901916548130078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/death-note-3.html' title='DEATH NOTE. &lt;3'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb261/Gaheri/Death%20Note/th_deathnotedj9sj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-3906058410043117605</id><published>2007-06-04T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T06:42:36.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALICE ACADEMY. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u194/mimikomiko/65697715646l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u194/mimikomiko/65697715646l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gakuen Alice or Alice Academy is the story of a 10-year old girl, Mikan Sakura, who is devastated when her best friend, Hotaru Imai, transfers to a special school for "genius" kids in Tokyo. Mikan runs away from home to seek out her dear friend, and finds that the school Hotaru transferred to, Alice Academy, is specifically for children who each have a special power called an "Alice". After a teacher at Alice Academy, Narumi, discovers that Mikan has a unique Alice, she is admitted into the school. The story is primarily about Mikan and her experiences at the academy. In the school Mikan meets a boy named Nastume who she at the very start of the anime hates. But Mikan fought through all her problems and became a brave girl who stood up for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alices&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the story there are many types of Alices. The five main types of Alices are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Latent Ability&lt;/strong&gt;- Alices that are super powers (flying, mind reader, illusion, etc) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Technical&lt;/strong&gt; - Alices that are based on technology and research fields (drawings, stuffed animals, invention) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somatic type&lt;/strong&gt;- Alices based on the body of humans, animals, and other living things (animal pheromone, voice pheromone, dog ears); &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special Ability Types &lt;/strong&gt;- Alices that don't exactly fit in the three types of Alices above (nullification, shadow manipulation, doppelganging, time travel); and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dangerous Ability Types&lt;/strong&gt; - Alices that may be one of the above but are considered dangerous. &lt;br /&gt;Every Alice is categorized as one of four shapes, that specify how much of it can be used and how often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Childhood Alice:&lt;/strong&gt; The Alice slowly disappears as the child with it grows into an adult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diffuse:&lt;/strong&gt; The Alice is always available, but at a relatively low power level. &lt;br /&gt;Intermittent: The Alice can only be used for a short period at any time, but at a &lt;strong&gt;relatively high power level. &lt;br /&gt;Limitless:&lt;/strong&gt; The Alice can be used as often and as much as desired, but each use impacts against the user's own life and can kill them if overused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mikan Sakura &lt;/strong&gt;(佐倉蜜柑, Sakura Mikan?) Voiced by: Kana Ueda &lt;br /&gt;Mikan is the protagonist of the story. She is an energetic, good-natured girl, but is very clumsy. She is an orphan who used to live with her grandfather in the country. ( if you had read the manga it will tell you her past) She has been friends with Hotaru since second grade so when Hotaru left to the Alice Academy she became really depressed and decided to leave her grandfather and her home to go after Hotaru. She was then accepted to Alice Academy by Narumi-sensei and could attend Alice Academy with Hotaru and other children with extraordinary powers. Her "Alice", is the power to nullify the Alice of others, which is the reason why the Academy administration keeps an eye on her. She has feelings for Natsume . When Natsume called her by her first name, she blushed and, as shown in the manga and anime, her heart was beating really fast. In the manga they kiss. Hotaru happened to know about it but she still keeps quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hotaru Imai &lt;/strong&gt;(今井 蛍, Imai Hotaru?) Voiced by: Rie Kugimiya &lt;br /&gt;Hotaru Imai is Mikan's best friend. She is extremely intelligent and rational. During the story, though she may appear to be rather cold and indifferent on the surface, it is apparent that she genuinely cares for Mikan. Her Alice is that of Invention, and during her time at the country with Mikan and her grandfather, she created many strange but useful inventions, often made to look like animals. She knows that Natsume and Ruka have a crush on Mikan. She also knows who Mikan likes. Hotaru breaks the fourth wall by teaching the audience about her inventions. The other characters see her explaining her inventions to apparently no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natsume Hyuuga&lt;/strong&gt;(日向 棗, Hyūga Natsume?) Voiced by: Romi Paku &lt;br /&gt;Natsume is a genius and ditches class frequently throughout the story. He is thoroughly unhappy with the school, and is suspicious of the intentions of adults. He is paired up as Mikan's "partner" by their mostly-absent class teacher, Narumi. He possesses the Alice of Fire, and is classified into the Dangerous ability type. He is generally moody and silent, but seems to have softened to Mikan and listens only to her problems. During the anime, there are hints that his family perished in a fire that burned down the village, which may have been due to Natsume's fire Alice. He has a lot of girl fans but it is hinted that he has feelings for Mikan, since Mikan, according to Ruka, was the first ever girl that Natsume called by her name. In the manga, he kisses Mikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruka Nogi&lt;/strong&gt; (乃木流架, Nogi Ruka?) Voiced by: Miwa Yasuda &lt;br /&gt;Ruka is Natsume's childhood friend and often referred by Mikan throughout the story as "Ruka-pyon". He is a gentle and generous person, characteristics that balance out Natsume's personality. His animal pheromone Alice allows him to get cozy with animals, a fact that he is embarrassed and often blackmailed over. Despite this, he often carries a rabbit with him. He knows Natsume (his best friend) has a crush on Mikan, and he also has a crush on her, which makes him and Natsume rivals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Narumi&lt;/strong&gt; (鳴海, Narumi?) Voiced by: Akira Ishida &lt;br /&gt;Narumi is the homeroom teacher of Mikan's class (class B). He teaches Japanese and often deals with Natsume when he gets in trouble or tries to break out. He has the human pheromone Alice; he can make older people do what he wants by attracting them, but children pass out. Mikan calls Narumi "father" because she misses her grandfather so much. Narumi is too young to be called "grandfather" so he asked Mikan to call him "father." Later in the manga, it is found that he harbored unrequited feelings for Mikan's mother. It is proven that he is not Mikan's father, but he made a promise to Mikan's mother that he will take care of Mikan during her stay in the Academy. He is of course, concerned about Mikan and Natsume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yuu Tobita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuu is the class representative, known as "Iinchō" by the majority of the class. He has the Alice of Illusion, and frequently helps Mikan out by getting information about the school.&lt;br /&gt;He's in the Latent Type Class, with three stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsubasa Andou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsubasa is a middle school student who is one of the first students to be kind to Mikan. He has the Alice of manipulating shadows. Belongs to the Special Abilities Class with Mikan. They met when he saves her from bullies. After he saved Mikan from the bullies she really admired him and after awhile she develops an innocent crush on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He annoys Natsume because he is very close to Mikan. In the past, he caused trouble for the school, so he was marked with a "Seal/Mark of Obedience" in the shape of a star on his left cheek. The only one who can remove it is the person who put it and he has to follow that person or else... He now behaves. This is why he may be one of the only students who really understands Natsume's rebellion against the academy and his wish of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Misaki Harada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misaki is a friend of Tsubasa and likes to pick on him a lot. She also belongs to the Special Abilities class and is one of the most normal looking people there. She has a Doppelganger Alice that allows her to multipy herself into two or more. She is very up-beat. She danced the last dance with Tsubasa during the festival, which, according to the Alice tradition, is a 'dance of love', and any couple that dances during this will be together forever. She and Tsubasa have even been described as a 'married couple' in the anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more characters check this out: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Alice_Academy_characters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-3906058410043117605?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/3906058410043117605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=3906058410043117605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/3906058410043117605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/3906058410043117605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/alice-academy-3.html' title='ALICE ACADEMY. &lt;3'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-8191675523784546525</id><published>2007-06-04T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T06:17:56.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u82/haruhi4/ourangif.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u82/haruhi4/ourangif.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plot&lt;br /&gt;Ouran High School Host Club is a story that takes place primarily at Ouran High School. The school is an exclusive institution reserved only for students from incredibly wealthy and affluent families. One exception is scholarship student Haruhi Fujioka, a young student from a lower-middle class family. Because of the superlative cost of the school uniform, Haruhi resorts to wearing long slacks, polo shirts and a vest that resembles the male student's uniform. Therefore, upon entering school, Haruhi was assumed to be, by most, a male student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, searching through the vast campus for a quiet place to study since the libraries are filled with gossiping students, Haruhi finds the technically unused Third Music Room, taken over by the Host Club - a group of six attractive male students who spend their time charming and entertaining the school's girls for profit. During their first meeting, Haruhi is shocked at their behavior which causes an accidental knock over of a very expensive vase valued at ¥8,000,000 (USD $80,000 in the English manga). This causes Haruhi to contract a massive debt with the Host Club. In order to pay off the large sum, Haruhi is employed as the club's "dog" and is constantly ordered to do menial tasks for the members, such as serving food or cleaning up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the club president, Tamaki Suou, sees Haruhi without glasses, Haruhi is promoted to be one of the hosts of the club as a way to pay off the huge debt. One by one, the other club members take notice, until even the club president finally discovers that Haruhi is, in fact, a female, with a self-proclaimed 'low threshold for gender identity', but since she is already accepted by the club's customers and has become one of the main attractions, Haruhi is allowed to remain as a member. She is forced to stay until she has accumulated a total of 100 (later, 1000) customers, at which time her debt would be considered paid in full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARACTERS:&lt;br /&gt;HARUHI FUJIOKA.&lt;br /&gt;Haruhi is the main character of the story, a lower-middle class first-year student who is able to attend Ouran High School through a scholarship provided by the school for her grades. She looks like a boy due to her short hair and cute face, apparantly she had longer hair but had to cut some of it due to a kid placing gum in her hair. Shortly after arriving at Ouran (looking like a boy), Haruhi accidentally breaks a vase worth ¥8,000,000 ($80,000 in the manga's North American English version) while in the Host Club clubroom and since then has been forced to work for them to pay for it. Mistaking her for a male, the club initially has her working as their slave, but they make her a club host once they discover that, beneath her glasses and rumpled clothing, she actually has a good looking face. Her natural charm and relaxed demeanour makes her a favourite with the club's customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAMAKI SUOU.&lt;br /&gt;Tamaki is a half-Japanese, half-French Ouran High School second-year student and the president of the Host Club, the founding of which was his idea. He is sometimes referred to as the "King" of the Host Club and is by far the most popular host, with a 70% request rate. The usual instigator of all of the Host Club's antics, Tamaki is prone to dramatics and often acts without thinking or overreacts to trivial things; the other members of the club, particularly Hikaru and Kaoru, often take amusement at his expense. At the same time, they almost always follow his lead, and staunchly support him when it's needed. He is the heart and soul of the Host Club -- he is the one responsible for its creation and formation, and without him, it would fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite his foolish and arrogant behaviour, Tamaki is kind and generous, and is easily moved by the distress of others, even strangers. Once aware of others peoples' problems, he will do all he can to help them and "ascertain justice". He often makes elaborate plans or "strategies" to help them, and will drag the rest of the Host Club into his altruistic schemes despite their protests or indifference. He is curious and genuinely smitten by the habits and lifestyles of "commoners", or people not as well-off as he and his classmates at Ouran, and goes about experiencing them with enthusiasm (sometimes for Haruhi's benefit, and sometimes for his own).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KYOYA OOTORI.&lt;br /&gt;Kyoya is a second-year student at Ouran High School, and vice-president of the host club. The "cool type" of the club, he is extremely intelligent and quite calculating, capable of manipulating events to serve any number of purposes. His family is primarily involved in hospital management and the medical industry with various other business interests as well, and supplies the school's medical staff and security (via its 100-member private police force). As the third son, Kyoya is unlikely to inherit leadership of the family's business unless he can surpass his older brothers' achievements to his father's satisfaction. This puts a lot of pressure on Kyoya, but he claims that he cannot think of a more interesting challenge. His family and the Suou family are rivals, so Kyoya initially befriended Tamaki because his father ordered him to for business reasons. However, as time passed, their friendship became genuine. Also, in the manga, he's shown to be sympathetic to his elder sister, Fuyumi, who was married; when their father saw her back in the house, he commented that married women shouldn't return home so readily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Tamaki is the official leader of the club, Kyoya can easily influence Tamaki when he wants, and in a conflict between two of the other members of the club, they follow Kyoya's lead, causing Haruhi to refer to him privately as the "Shadow King." He was the only Host Club member to realize immediately that Haruhi was a girl, but kept the knowledge to himself in order to see what would happen; he often goes along with the Host Club's more eccentric antics, or even encourages them further, on the grounds that the results could be "interesting." Kyoya keeps track of various information about the students at Ouran Academy and is even in contact with Haruhi's father, who turns out to be the source from which Kyoya obtained Haruhi's photographs and information about her middle school popularity. He does not hesitate to turn a profit from the Host Club's popularity, even to the point of auctioning off items like Haruhi's pencil, and he keeps Haruhi in debt to the Host Club by finding various ways to add to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIKARU AND KAORU HITACHIIN.&lt;br /&gt;Hikaru and his younger identical twin, Kaoru, are first-year students in the same class as Haruhi. The twins tend to imply an incestuous relationship, making a show of it for the benefit of the "boys love" fans among the Host Club's customers. Unlike Tamaki, their interaction with the club's customers is entirely an excuse to satisfy themselves; the "little devil" types of the club, they enjoy making a game of manipulating others for their own amusement, and are easily bored by most things. Both have a habit on calling Tamaki "my lord" (dono in Japanese) instead of Tamaki's preferred nickname, "king." When Tamaki first asked them to join the Host Club, they referred to Tamaki's speech as that of "an idiot lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of them are extremely close and dependent upon one another, seeing the world primarily in terms of "us" and "those apart from us," thus having little concern for anyone else. Prior to joining the Host Club, they had very little interaction with other people. After Haruhi joins the Host Club, Hikaru and Kaoru's world really begins to expand. Haruhi proves to naturally distinguish between the two of them and sees them as two individuals rather than interchangeable; she can easily tell them apart with her natural intuition. This is something new for Hikaru and Kaoru, as previously nobody was able to tell them apart, and they develop a fondness for Haruhi since she recognizes them as individuals. Since they also enjoy poking fun at Tamaki, they often rub their relationship with Haruhi in Tamaki's face and flirt with her just to make him jealouS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MITSUKUNI HANINOZUKA.&lt;br /&gt;Mitsukuni is the Host Club's "Loli-shōta" host and always goes by the nickname "Honey"; In the Japanese versions his nickname is romanized as "Honey" (ハニー Hanī). Despite the fact that he looks like a child and always carries a stuffed toy bunny named "Bun-Bun" ("Usa-chan" in Japanese) with him, Honey is a senior in Ouran High School and one of the club's oldest, and most "experienced" member. His customers love his adorable and charming behaviour. Indeed, he often calls everyone by affectionate nicknames like "Haru-chan" for Haruhi and "Tama-chan" for Tamaki. The only exception is Takashi Morinozuka, who Honey calls by his first name of "Takashi", and vice-versa. As cute and defenseless as Honey looks, he comes from a prestigious, martial arts family who trains most of Japan and other nations' elite guards. He is, however, not without weakness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKASHI MORINOZUKA.&lt;br /&gt;Mori is also a third-year student of the school and is the tallest, most silent member of the club. Despite the fact that he rarely speaks or smiles, his tall, tanned, and handsome figure earns him many customers. According to Kyoya, "his taciturnity is his selling point," and many of his admirers are the more introverted and serious girls at Ouran. He is labelled the "wild type" host. Because Mori acts largely on his instincts, this label fits him rather well. Additionally, Mori is the Japanese national champion in kendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more characters, check out: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Ouran_High_School_Host_Club_characters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-8191675523784546525?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/8191675523784546525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=8191675523784546525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/8191675523784546525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/8191675523784546525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/ouran-high-school-host-club-3.html' title='OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB. &lt;3'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-3543687222249794868</id><published>2007-06-04T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T04:07:58.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>natsumeXmikan pics. ;)</title><content type='html'>NATSUME HYUUGA AND MIKAN SAKURA. dont you think they're a perfect match? :)&lt;br /&gt;i just love them to death.lol. ;) and btw, these pictures are not from fanarts. these pictures esp. from the manga and anime did happen. well, sayonara for now. bbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM THE MANGA: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/51.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/faaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/faaa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/MP2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/MP2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/HyuugaSakuraKiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/HyuugaSakuraKiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/IllProtectyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/IllProtectyou.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/48.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/Perverted_Love_by_Gakuen_Alice_Club.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/Perverted_Love_by_Gakuen_Alice_Club.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM THE ANIME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/MK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/MK.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/HyuugaSakura2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/HyuugaSakura2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/HyuugaSakura3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/HyuugaSakura3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/HyuugaSakura32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/HyuugaSakura32.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/alice18u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/alice18u.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/alice14m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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(oops.sorry for being sarcastic.lol.) if there is something wrong with the grammar, IM SO SORRY. PLEASE BEAR WITH IT,as you can see, i am &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; a professional author, so im not very good at grammar. well, you get the point. ;)&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-7447903592698260810?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/7447903592698260810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=7447903592698260810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/7447903592698260810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/7447903592698260810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/updates.html' title='UPDATES.;)'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-7642452501119577894</id><published>2007-06-03T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T18:34:06.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ELLA PETERSON.chapterFive.part2.</title><content type='html'>Patrick woke up from the smell of pancakes. He saw me and Sam happily eating together, like we’re a newly wed couple.&lt;br /&gt; “Hey, old lady, can I have some?” He asked.&lt;br /&gt; “Go ahead.” I said. He pulled a chair and sat beside Sam, who was facing me. He got a pancake and flooded it with honey. As he munched on his food, he kept on looking at both of us. &lt;br /&gt; “Did you guys kiss or something?” He frankly asked. How can he ask those embarrassing stuffs so easily?&lt;br /&gt; Me and Sam didn’t say anything, we just blushed. &lt;br /&gt; “Old lady, you have a hickey on your neck. It’s so clear. Someone might see it and misunderstand.” He laughed as he finished his pancake and went back to his room. “Thanks for the food.” He smiled.&lt;br /&gt; “A hickey?!” I panicked. “What if my officemates sees me like this?” Patrick laughed, even harder. “Poor you.” I heard him say.&lt;br /&gt; “Oh my. Sorry, Ella. I guess I was out of league.” Sam apologized. &lt;br /&gt; I said its okay. I’ll just hide it with a scarf. I hurried and went in my room and showered. While I was taking a bath, Patrick confronted Sam. Of course I’m not aware of this.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED:&lt;br /&gt; “Hey man. Are you old lady’s new boyfriend or something?” Patrick asked.&lt;br /&gt; “Well, actually no but—“Before he was about to finish what he’s saying, Patrick continued his sentence for him.&lt;br /&gt; “—you made out in the sofa, didn’t you?”&lt;br /&gt; Sam froze. It made him remember what happened earlier. “Yeah. That’s what happened.“ He said, a bit embarrassed.  &lt;br /&gt; “Anyway, are you here to visit her or something?” Patrick asked as he sat beside Sam.&lt;br /&gt; He nodded. “I’ve always wanted to see her.” He simply said.&lt;br /&gt; “You’re her high school friend, right? Can you tell me more about her high school days?”&lt;br /&gt; “Didn’t she tell you?”&lt;br /&gt; Patrick shook his head.&lt;br /&gt; “I guess she can’t. It’s a past she’s always wanted to forget.” Sam frowned. “I witnessed it all. It was the worst.”&lt;br /&gt; So Sam narrated whatever happened to my high school days, “Ella has always been the most beautiful girl on the school. She had a long, silky black hair which everybody would fawn about. Her eyes were very mysterious as well, they’re misty blue and they really stand out. She has a tall and thin structure, but the weirdest part of all is that she never smiles. Of course she would smile at her classmates when they greet her, but she never gave a smile that came from the bottom of her heart. So basically, her smiles were fake.”&lt;br /&gt; Patrick was listening very quietly as if he was imaging the details Sam has been giving him. “So how did it become so miserable?”&lt;br /&gt; “Here,” Sam continued. “So since she was pretty and young at that and BTW she accelerated three times.” He smirked.&lt;br /&gt; “Whoa, whatta smarty-pants!” Patrick interrupted. Okay Patrick I’m gonna kill you for calling me that. Argh!&lt;br /&gt; “Anyway, everybody, no, every guy likes her. While every girl was jealous of her, they despise her. So you can’t really say that Ella has a gossip girl friend. She was always alone. She never had a group of friends. There was this gang of jealous, ugly-ditzy girls who always wanted to destroy Ella’s so-called ‘cool’ reputation. They always bully her when she’s in the bathroom or when she’s in a place wherein guys aren’t around.”&lt;br /&gt; “That’s pretty cruel.” Patrick sighed. “Details, details, please.” &lt;br /&gt; “Hmm..” Sam paused and thought for a while. “There was one time wherein Ella was in the bathroom, washing her hands. And then these girls went in and said many damn things about her and they got a hose and poured water all over Ella. Ella was powerless. She couldn’t fight back. She can’t go to class when she’s wet so she just went home and didn’t go to school for about a week. All those gang of girls were such bitches they kept on bullying her. There was also this time wherein Ella was framed as a sex-crazed maniac who goes to a hotel every night, which is totally not true. It was announced to the whole school, so everyone, even guys ignored her like she was invisible. Her image of becoming ‘cool’ was destroyed. Those girls already got their wish, but they’re still not satisfied, they continued bullying her.” Sam got his bag and out came my pictures when I was in highschool. I was in uniform. He showed them to Patrick. “Here.”&lt;br /&gt; “Amazing!” Patrick gasped. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but she’s really pretty here with her long hair. Are you her stalker or something? How can you shoot all these photos unnoticeably?”&lt;br /&gt; “Well, I’m an aspiring-photographer, you know?” Sam proudly said.&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah, he’s a darn stalker-slash-photographer, I was annoyed with him back then,” And that’s where I entered the scene, in my bathrobe. “I heard everything.” I whispered.&lt;br /&gt; “Sorry, Ella, it’s just that—“ I heard Sam say.&lt;br /&gt; “I asked him to squeeze the details from your highschool days, I’ve always been bothered by it.” Patrick said, covering up for Sam’s big mouth.&lt;br /&gt; “It’s fine.” I muttered. “You can tell him. I’ll just go to my room.” I quietly walked away and banged my door shut. I pushed my ear over the door to hear what they’re talking about.&lt;br /&gt; “Argh! It’s all my fault.” Sam said.&lt;br /&gt; “Don’t worry, she says its fine. I know its fine. She told us so.” Patrick convinced him. “Anyway, tell me more.”&lt;br /&gt; “She really loved her hair back then.” Sam started narrating again. “Those bitchy girls I’m talking about, they asked her to cut her hair so she won’t stand out. Ella was shocked. She never wanted to stand-out, she doesn’t wanted to be bullied either. She just wants to be a normal high school student with a lot of friends. So she got a scissors and cut her hair, herself. After that, she ran away and cried. She has always wanted to grow her hair long and beautiful. But because she thought that having that kind of hair would make her stand out, she never grew it like before. It has always been short—until now.” Sam handed him the pictures. “Here are Ella’s highschool pictures. You can have it.” He smiled.&lt;br /&gt; “I can hear her crying.” Patrick whispered. “She listening and she’s crying…”&lt;br /&gt; How can Patrick know that I’m crying. I am crying. Really crying. Crying so hard that I can flood this room with my tears. And to think I was listening to their conversation as well. It was sad. Remembering all those times, I feel like dying. I know it’s history but when I think about it I feel scared as if I’m alone with no one by my side. I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to end up being alone…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-7642452501119577894?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/7642452501119577894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=7642452501119577894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/7642452501119577894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/7642452501119577894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/ella-petersonchapterfivepart2.html' title='ELLA PETERSON.chapterFive.part2.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-3576486522382871574</id><published>2007-06-03T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T18:32:12.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ELLA PETERSON.chapterFive.part1.</title><content type='html'>It’s It was 3 am in the morning when somebody came knocking on the door. It said: “Ella. Open up. It’s me, your childhood friend, Sam.”&lt;br /&gt; I woke up from my bed and hurriedly opened the door, without even checking how I look like in the mirror. &lt;br /&gt; “Don’t you know what time is it?” I asked with this annoyed look on my face. “And who the hell are you, anyway?”&lt;br /&gt; I looked up to meet is face. God, spare me. I just saw the most gorgeous man of all. Brown chestnut hair, green eyes and tall structure. He has this oh-so pretty smile as well.&lt;br /&gt; “I’m sorry for barging in here so suddenly. It’s just that when I came back from Canada, the first thing I thought when I came here was to visit my dear Ella.” He explained, while I’m still daydreaming about how hot can he be and when’ll I get the chance to touch him.&lt;br /&gt; It seems like he noticed me drooling over is face. He laughed. And the way he laughed made me remember all those days before when I was in high school. It was Sam. I can’t believe it. Sam, my dorky friend back then.&lt;br /&gt; “Sam! It’s you. It’s actually you!” I gasped, as I reached my arms to meet him and embrace him. He was embracing back. We really missed each other, huh?&lt;br /&gt; Just then I sensed—women’s intuition—Patrick. He was half-naked, great another guy to drool over. He was sleepy and was scratching his head.&lt;br /&gt; “Hey old lady, who’s the person barging in here at this hour?” He asked, annoyed.&lt;br /&gt; I let go of my embrace to Sam and turned around to meet Patrick. “He’s Sam. My high school friend. He just came from Canada.”&lt;br /&gt; Patrick frowned, but he didn’t say anything. He went back to his room.&lt;br /&gt; Sam, who was shocked to see a younger, hot and sexy boy in my apartment, asked me in confusion. “Are you hiring younger guys to allure you while you’re bored and don’t have anyone to do it with?” &lt;br /&gt; I slapped his face. “Stupid.” I muttered.  “Of course not! It just so happens that we live in the same apartment.”&lt;br /&gt; “What? Why?”&lt;br /&gt; We sat on the couch and I told him why we ended up together. He just smiled and said: I see, there’s nothing to worry about then. I stared at him, confused. What does he mean by that? &lt;br /&gt; “So, anyway, did you fulfill your dream of becoming a professional photographer?” I asked. It was always Sam’s dream of being a photographer.&lt;br /&gt; He nodded and smiled. “Yup. I got entered into this really cool school for aspiring pro-photographers in the future. I can’t believe I actually made it.”&lt;br /&gt; “Aww, that’s so cool. I’m so happy for you.” I smiled. I can’t believe Sam, has become this handsome. It’s not like he was ugly before, but he’s the type of guy of who doesn’t stand out. He’s cute, but in a dorky way. He’s not a nerd as well. He’s just, normal, I guess.&lt;br /&gt; “You’re still as pretty as before, Ella.” He whispered. I just smiled and said nothing. He always had the hots for me even before. &lt;br /&gt; “You’ve changed, Sam. You’re really handsome now. It’s not like you’re ugly before, it’s just that—“ Before I was able to finish what I was talking about, he hugged me and kissed me. It was kind of humiliating since I haven’t brushed my teeth yet and everything. It was rude of him, but still I appreciate his effort. It was sweet, in a way. &lt;br /&gt; He tasted like toasted marshmallows. I guess he went camping before he got here. He was kissing me like a hungry lion, who’s been hungry for a week, longing to eat its prey, I felt powerless. He was a good kisser. Maybe he practiced a lot for this day to come. He shoved his tongue, and did all those things I don’t want to mention. We kissed on the couch for too long. So it was then that he positioned me under him, still kissing but with additional touching, nuzzling and moaning like hell. I noticed him removing his jacket and T-shirt. Only to let me see his perfectly-built abs. I guess he thought it wasn’t fair of him to touch me. Maybe he wants me touch him as well. So I did. I touched his marvelously abs and felt it using my lips, while he was biting my ear. It was a naughty scene. If Patrick saw this, I don’t know what I will do. &lt;br /&gt; Wait! Why in the world am I thinking of Patrick in this type of scenario? It’s not like he’s my boy friend or something, besides he’s a teenager. Stop! Stop thinking about Patrick, just enjoy the heavenly feeling you get when you kiss someone hot. &lt;br /&gt; But after that, it was me who broke the kiss. “I’m sorry, Sam. It’s just that I haven’t brushed my teeth yet and it’s embarrassing.” I looked away and blushed.&lt;br /&gt; He just laughed; can you believe how rude he can be?&lt;br /&gt; “I’m sorry, Ella.” He finally said. “It’s just that I think you haven’t been sleeping. I can taste that you have been smoking all night in your room. It doesn’t matter you know?”&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah. You’re right. It’s been a long time since I have smoked.” I told him. “BTW why did you come back? I mean why did you even visit here? You’re a pro-photographer aren’t you, you shouldn’t be wasting your time here, right?”&lt;br /&gt; He just smirked and said nothing. &lt;br /&gt; “Well, whatever.” I said. “You want to eat something?”&lt;br /&gt; He nodded as he helped me prepare the food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-3576486522382871574?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/3576486522382871574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=3576486522382871574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/3576486522382871574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/3576486522382871574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/ella-petersonchapterfivepart1.html' title='ELLA PETERSON.chapterFive.part1.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-6019547202218527136</id><published>2007-06-03T18:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T18:30:58.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ELLA PETERSON.chapterFour.</title><content type='html'>There was a time when the apartment suddenly had a blackout, it was nighttime and when I got home I was scared so I stayed outside the building for a while. It was getting really late and I still don’t want to go inside the apartment for a while since it’s even darker. I decided that I have to wait for Patrick to go home because I ‘m really scared of the dark.&lt;br /&gt; Finally Patrick came. He had his guitar on his back. He was wondering why I was waiting for him and to top it off, I was waiting for him outside the building. &lt;br /&gt; “Why are you waiting for me?” He asked.&lt;br /&gt; “Well, you see there was blackout and the electricity in this place is currently being repaired and I was hoping to join you when you go upstairs. You might get scared, you know.” I smiled. He was observing my behavior. &lt;br /&gt; “Aha! You are scared, aren’t you, old lady?” He smirked. “Okay then, I, myself will accompany you to our room.” &lt;br /&gt; When we got inside, it was extremely dark. I can’t even see anything at all. We lighted the fireplace and got ourselves hot cocoa. &lt;br /&gt; “Mhmm..” I said, while gently blowing the cocoa. “It smells really good.”&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah. I wonder why there’s no generator in this place.”&lt;br /&gt; I nodded. “It’s a shame we paid twice the normal pay on this building.”&lt;br /&gt; He didn’t say anything. We silently drank our cocoas. After that we still didn’t talk. I washed the cups and Patrick helped me dry them out.&lt;br /&gt; “Hey, old lady.” He called.&lt;br /&gt; “Yes?”&lt;br /&gt; “Have you been dating that Walker guy now?” He asked, looking away from me. His eyes were so dark at that time. Maybe because I can’t see his face clearly since it’s dark.&lt;br /&gt; “No.” I finally said. “I am not.” I smiled at him. “We never had any communication ever since that day. He never gave me his cellphone number.”&lt;br /&gt; “Oh..” Was his only reaction. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I showered and went directly to my room. I combed my hair and lied down to bed. I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t. I’m scared. Probably of monsters beneath my bed, since it’s dark and everything. I decided to go to Patrick.&lt;br /&gt; “Uhm, Patrick?” I knocked at the door. ”Are you still awake?” There was no response. “Okay then. I’m sorry for bothering you.”&lt;br /&gt; Before I could go to my room, I heard Patrick open the door of his room. “What is it?” He asked, sounding very sleepy.&lt;br /&gt; “Um, I’m sorry for bugging you. Never mind. I’ll just have to go back to my room.”&lt;br /&gt; He grabbed my wrist.&lt;br /&gt; “No, seriously. What exactly do you want?”&lt;br /&gt; I looked at him intently with scared eyes. “Can- can I sleep with you?”&lt;br /&gt; His expression turned excited, from sleepy to excited. “W-why?” He said. “Could it be because I’m just so sexy that you couldn’t resist the fact that we already live under the same roof, yet you still can’t do anything to me?”&lt;br /&gt; I slapped him, but not very hard. “Stupid brat! I’m gonna sleep beside you. I’m scared, okay? We are not gonna do anything at all, understand? So can I sleep beside you?”&lt;br /&gt; He frowned. “Why don’t we have to do anything. We can do whatever you like.” He smirked.&lt;br /&gt; “What I like is just to sleep beside you. I’m scared in my room. I hate being alone.” I said.&lt;br /&gt; He stared at me, with serious black eyes. “Fine. You can sleep here.” Then he smiled. He actually smiled. It’s one of those smiles wherein it’s so rare for you to actually see and feel them. It’s a kind you smile you yourself can smile as well.&lt;br /&gt; I lied beside him, nuzzling his soft, warm blanket. I was facing him, but he was facing away. I looked at his back. I never noticed he had big, broad shoulders. It’s kind of pretty sexy for a guy. Anyway, he shifted his position to face. He was asleep. It’s nice to observe him while he sleeps. He has long eyelashes, which are really cute. His face looks so smooth as well. His hair’s really adorable when it’s wet and when it’s not drowned in gel. &lt;br /&gt; “What?” He then opened his eyes to see me admiring his beautiful face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”&lt;br /&gt; “Eh?!” I nearly fell off the bed. “You’re awake. Why didn’t you tell me?”&lt;br /&gt; “I can’t sleep at all.” He simply said.&lt;br /&gt; “Oh, really?” I whispered.&lt;br /&gt; It was silent for a moment. &lt;br /&gt; “Patrick?”&lt;br /&gt; “yeah?”&lt;br /&gt; “I thought you’re asleep.” I smiled. “Hey, don’t you have a girlfriend?”&lt;br /&gt; “I do have one.” He answered. &lt;br /&gt; I was shocked. I never really thought about Patrick being all cuddly with a girl. “What’s her name?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt; “Sarra. We’ve been together for five years.” He said. “I was fifteen when I went into a relationship with her. All my first time happened with her. She was great.”&lt;br /&gt; I stood up and sat on the bed. “Then I guess, I just have to get back to my room. She might think you’re cheating with her if she founds out I slept with you.” &lt;br /&gt; “She won’t.” He stated. “We’re not having sex, are we? She’ll understand. She’s not the type who gets jealous easily. That’s why we lasted for so long.”&lt;br /&gt; “Oh.” I said, still sitting on the bed.&lt;br /&gt; “So why don’t you lie down with me for a while?” I heard him whisper.&lt;br /&gt; So I did. I slept beside him, no sex included. I was embracing him and he was embracing back. The night felt so warm because we were together in each other’s arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-6019547202218527136?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/6019547202218527136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=6019547202218527136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/6019547202218527136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/6019547202218527136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/ella-petersonchapterfour.html' title='ELLA PETERSON.chapterFour.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-5744075907361320993</id><published>2007-06-03T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T18:29:46.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ELLA PETERSON.chapterThree.part2.</title><content type='html'>Hours later, I went out of my room and found no one. I decided to go out and drink. I went to a local bar and asked the waiter for some shots. I did mention before that if I drink, anyone can take advantage of me. But I didn’t care, since in my opinion, everyone despises me.  I drank until I was drunk. It was the worst feeling ever. I want to vomit again. And this time it will take a lot longer than before. At that time, I don’t remember Patrick’s friends over at the apartment. I was drunk and I want to have fun, like everyone else. It was then that I realized a lot of guys have been drinking with me. I decided to dance and party with them. &lt;br /&gt; It was late in the night and I had to go home. I said bye to the guys who danced and partied with me. Before I was able to go out of the door, someone grabbed my wrist. I turned around and saw this young, handsome guy. He was about twenty-two years old. Well, he’s not that young, I guess. I think he was with me, when I was partying. &lt;br /&gt; “You look really drunk, miss.” He said, with a concerned look on his face. “Come on, I’ll drive you home.” I agreed. We rode on a black VW Bug. I kept silent and it was then that I felt my head getting really dizzy. The night was really cold and I didn’t get to bring my jacket. When we were about the turn left, the stoplight went red. I just noticed that this handsome guy, who I’m with, shifted his position to face me and kiss me. It was the best. He tasted like beer, and I guess I tasted like one as well. The stoplight went green and we were still there, passionately kissing like hell. &lt;br /&gt; It was me who broke the kiss. I looked at the stoplight. It’s the fifth time it went green. Wow, the kiss was really long. &lt;br /&gt; “Why don’t we go over to my place to continue?” He suggested.&lt;br /&gt; “I’m sorry.” I said. “I feel really dizzy drinking all those shots. Just drive me home.” &lt;br /&gt; So he drove me home and he guided me upstairs. So when we were already at the door of my room, I told him, “You can go home now.” I smiled. “Thank you.”&lt;br /&gt; “You’re drunk. I’ll take you to your bedroom.” He said, still concerned. But it was obviously to lose my virginity. Tricky guy.&lt;br /&gt; “Okay, whatever.” But it didn’t matter to me, anymore. I’m already old enough to experience THAT kind of thing. I opened the door and to my surprise I saw Patrick and his friends in the dining table, drinking and having fun.&lt;br /&gt; I saw Patrick, looking dumbfounded when he saw me. “I thought you’re in your room.” I heard him say. I didn’t respond. &lt;br /&gt; The guy, I’m with, asked, looking at Patrick, “Do you know him?”&lt;br /&gt; I stared at Patrick. He was looking back at me. He was looking like he wanted to tell me: What are you doing, drunk and with a guy, at that? Are you crazy?&lt;br /&gt; “No.” I finally said. “I don’t know him. I don’t know him at all.”&lt;br /&gt; I took the guy-I’m-with in my room. I can clearly sense that he’s getting excited. He sat on the side of my bed.&lt;br /&gt; “I’m sorry about the room, it’s kinda small.” I said.&lt;br /&gt; “It’s fine.” He smiled. “BTW, I’m Walker. Twenty-six years old.” &lt;br /&gt; I nearly choked. “You’re what?” I gasped. “Twenty-six?”&lt;br /&gt; He nodded.&lt;br /&gt; “You look like you’re twenty-three.” &lt;br /&gt; “A lot of people tells me that.” He simply said. I was shocked and I realized, this guy was older than me. “Don’t worry. I don’t have a family, okay. And I’m not cheating anyone.”&lt;br /&gt; I phew-ed. “That’s good to hear. But you still look like you’re twenty-three. I thought I was older than you.”&lt;br /&gt; “Who cares? You look like you’re twenty-four.” &lt;br /&gt; “Shut up. Don’t kid around with my age.” I said.&lt;br /&gt; “No, seriously.” He insisted. “You look twenty-four. I look twenty-three. Don’t you think we’re a perfect match?” He asked.&lt;br /&gt; “You’re hot. I’m not. How can that be perfect?” I asked him, sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt; “You’re beautiful.” He gently said.&lt;br /&gt; I turned around and looked at the mirror. He was right. I was beautiful. He went over and hugged me. “Are you ready?”&lt;br /&gt; I nodded. &lt;br /&gt; I can feel him undressing my clothes. It was a nice feeling. Maybe I’ll finally get a boyfriend after all. Although, I was wondering when’ll I get the chance to undress him.&lt;br /&gt; He kissed me. I kissed him back. We weren’t doing anything yet. We were just touching and kissing. But we were wearing far fewer clothes at that time. I was under him. He was doing all the work, he kept on nuzzling my neck. I kept on moaning. &lt;br /&gt; Before we can do something more hideous, Patrick banged the door open. “Hey, old lady. My friends went home already. Why don’t you send your ‘friend’ home as well?” He said. I can clearly sense the shock Patrick has when he saw me and Walker in a really unpleasant and awkward position. I can imagine him—mouth dropped open and eyes popped.&lt;br /&gt; “Wh-what are you doing?” Patrick asked. Ha! I knew it. He’d be shocked.&lt;br /&gt; “What do you think we’re doing?” Walker asked back, sarcastically and he gave Patrick a look which says: We were about to do it, why did you come and destroy the heavenly feeling both of us were having? “We’re trying to have sex, of course.”&lt;br /&gt; “Eh?!” Patrick shrieked.&lt;br /&gt; “That’s enough for today.” I finally said, getting up from the bed and picking up Walker’s clothes. “Walker, we have to stop here for now. You should go home and rest.”&lt;br /&gt; “What?!” Walker asked. “Why? Is it because of this kid?”&lt;br /&gt; “No, Walker. I’m just tired.” I gave him a smile. “I did have a wonderful time, thanks to you.” I winked right back at him.&lt;br /&gt; Walker went home and I dressed myself, since I was wearing only my undergarments. I didn’t notice Patrick still at my room’s door he was observing me with dark-lidded eyes.&lt;br /&gt; “What?” I asked while putting on pajamas. “Why are you still here?”&lt;br /&gt; “You guys didn’t do it, did you?” He asked.&lt;br /&gt; “We were about to.” I replied. “But you came so we weren’t able to.”&lt;br /&gt; He frowned. Then he went closer to me and whispered something in my left ear. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. “It’s my entire fault why you ended up bringing that Walker here. I’m sorry.”&lt;br /&gt; I was standing there, listening to his voice which was so close that I could feel his breath tickle my skin. My heart was beating real fast. I’m not in love; maybe I was just surprised that he said ‘sorry’ to me. He barely even say that word. Then he backed away. “Well, I’m gonna go sleep.” He went to his room and he never looked back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-5744075907361320993?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/5744075907361320993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=5744075907361320993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/5744075907361320993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/5744075907361320993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/ella-petersonchapterthreepart2.html' title='ELLA PETERSON.chapterThree.part2.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-4194672398520835824</id><published>2007-06-03T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T18:28:45.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ELLA PETERSON.chapterThree.part1.</title><content type='html'>After the pasta-thing, everything was back to normal. We barely talk, I leave him dinner, and the usual stuff. It was kinda really nice of him to prepare dinner just for me. &lt;br /&gt; Then holiday came, so both of us were left alone in the apartment. Everyone in the other rooms were out and having their vacation, except me and Patrick. &lt;br /&gt;“Are you going home for vacation?” I asked him, while cooking breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;“There is no home.” He simply said. I was shocked. Is this kid abandoned, or from an orphan? Or was he kidnapped and he just escaped after ten years? I wondered. &lt;br /&gt;It seems that he noticed me wondering why, so he said, “Don’t worry, I’m not kidnapped and I just escaped after a long period of time. It’s something personal.”&lt;br /&gt;“Eh? How’d you know what I was thinking?” I asked him, with a curious look on my face.&lt;br /&gt;“You are so transparent.” He said. “I don’t know. I think I can read your mind.”&lt;br /&gt; I covered my forehead. “You what?!” I shrieked. “You’re a monster. Are you really human? You look like you’re not.”&lt;br /&gt; He stared at me for a moment, and then he laughed. “Even though your age is old, you act like a crazy high school student.”&lt;br /&gt;I frowned. “Don’t remind me of my high school days.”&lt;br /&gt;“Ooh.” He went closer and as if he was interested to know. “What is it? Is it something personal?” he teased.&lt;br /&gt;I glared at him. “I told you, didn’t I. Don’t remind me of it!” I shouted. “So what if it’s personal, do I have to tell you? Who do you think you are? You’re just a teenager lost in his own world.” I removed my cooking gloves and went to my room and shut the door close.&lt;br /&gt;I covered my ears with a pillow, as if I was scared. I can feel my body shivering. “Fine! I was just joking. Old lady these days are so annoying and FYI, I’m not a teenager!” I heard him shout.&lt;br /&gt;My highschool days are the worst part of my life. Whenever I remember it, I get scared. It’s like a phobia. I shiver a lot and I feel uneasy. It’s a past I can’t forget.&lt;br /&gt;When I went out of my room, I went straight to the toilet and vomited. &lt;br /&gt;“Hey, are you okay?” Patrick asked, who was at the door. He wasn’t looking at me with those eyes. He was looking away, as if he wasn’t really interested if I was okay or not.&lt;br /&gt; I didn’t answer him. I went out the door as if he was invisible and went back to my room. He was shouting at the door. “Hey, I’m going to have friends over, okay. So if you want you can stay in your room for the rest of the day. I’d really appreciate it if you don’t show your face to my friends.”&lt;br /&gt; I cried. Everyone despises me, even before. I just hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-4194672398520835824?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/4194672398520835824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=4194672398520835824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/4194672398520835824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/4194672398520835824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/ella-petersonchapterthreepart1.html' title='ELLA PETERSON.chapterThree.part1.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-2114610021052918508</id><published>2007-06-03T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T18:21:17.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ELLA PETERSON.chapterTwo.</title><content type='html'>And that’s where the excitement in my life started. Don’t get me wrong. If I say, excitement, I don’t mean sexual excitement or anything like that, although sometimes I wish for that. By excitement, I mean, being able to feel what you’ve never felt before. It’s complicated but, you’ll get it eventually. Anyway, we decided to live together because: a) we’ve already paid for it. B) we can’t just leave it at that, our money’s at stake and c) we urgently need a place to live. &lt;br /&gt; The teenager’s name is Patrick. So far, these are the facts that I know about him. He’s in a band who wants to make it big in America. He’s the vocalist and he doesn’t shave his armpit. The last one was an observation. Anyway, we barely talk. In the house this is what always happens: We are always out in the morning. I’m off to work. I don’t know where he’s off to. Then when I get home, he’s not yet there. I leave him dinner, shower and go back to my room to finish some paper works and type something in my laptop. Then I sleep. I don’t know if he goes home at night, because I barely even hear him enter the door. But I always notice the dinner every night, finished and empty every morning. So I guess he goes home late and eats the dinner I made for him. &lt;br /&gt; Then one night, I went home. I was shocked to see him in the house already, with an apron, as if he was cooking something. I looked at him blankly, like I just saw some ghost enter the room.&lt;br /&gt; “What are you doing standing there? Sit down and I’m gonna serve the food.” He said, and then he turned around. “By the way, I didn’t mean to see you naked last time. It was a mistake. I didn’t mean it. So don’t get me wrong.” He then looked at me. “Well, you were gaping at me the other time so we’re even.” &lt;br /&gt; I blushed and I sat down. I can smell that he’s cooking pasta. “Mmm. smells delicious. It’s pasta, right?” I asked him. He just nodded. “Hey Patrick.”&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah?” He turned around. “What is it?”&lt;br /&gt; “Why are you cooking?” He gave me a look, indicating liked, ‘duh, I’m hungry’ “I mean, you barely even go home. And now you’re here cooking pasta. Why?”&lt;br /&gt; “Let’s just say, we don’t have a gig tonight and every night when I go home I always see dinner in the dining table ready just for me.” He blushed. How cute. “And this is like a ‘thank you’ for you. Because I don’t usually say the word, ‘thank you’, you know.”&lt;br /&gt; I smiled so badly. I can’t stop it. I can’t believe I’m smiling with just simple words form this kid. “Really? That’s nice of you, teenager. You’re ready to become an adult.”&lt;br /&gt; “Stop calling me a ‘teenager’” He frantically shouted. “I’m already twenty, for Christ’s sake.”&lt;br /&gt; I laughed. “You don’t look like it.” &lt;br /&gt; “Shut up.” He said, I can clearly sense that he’s smiling as well. “Anyway, can you close the lights, please.” I closed the lights.&lt;br /&gt; “What’s up with that turning off the lights?” I asked. He didn’t respond.&lt;br /&gt; He got a big candle and placed it in the middle of the table; he lighted it using a lighter and he arranged the plates, spoons, and forks carefully. I looked at him with curiosity.&lt;br /&gt; “Here you go.” He pulled a chair for me to sit. He was acting like a formal waiter in an expensive restaurant. “Here’s the special of the day, mademoiselle.” He gently placed a plate of pasta arranged beautifully, with the cheese, meatballs and all those seasonings above. I stared at him. He was smiling. His smile was something that really came from inside of him. Like he was really happy of doing this. BTW, he was smiling at me.&lt;br /&gt; He sat across me, so we’re facing each other, with the bright candle in the middle of us. I should say, the pasta was really good. It was the best candlelit dinner I’ve ever had. After dinner, he turned on some really old, mellow music and faced me. “Shall we dance?”&lt;br /&gt; I looked at him, left eyebrow arched up. “What? But I don’t know how to dance.”&lt;br /&gt; “Come on. Don’t tell me you’re too old for dancing.” He laughed.&lt;br /&gt; “I am not that old.” I said hastily. “I can dance. Come on, let’s dance. I’ll show you.”&lt;br /&gt; So the whole night we were dancing. Honestly, I can’t dance so Patrick had to teach me how the foot goes. Eventually, I got it. So we were dancing, formally and correctly, which was nice because it’s the first time I’ve ever danced like this in my whole life. The reason could probably because I always ditch my junior and senior prom. Anyway, this night has been the best. I will never forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-2114610021052918508?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/2114610021052918508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=2114610021052918508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/2114610021052918508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/2114610021052918508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/ella-petersonchaptertwo.html' title='ELLA PETERSON.chapterTwo.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-5919795816879785711</id><published>2007-06-03T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T18:18:11.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ELLA PETERSON.chapterOne.part2.</title><content type='html'>Luckily, I found an apartment. Yeah! It’s pretty expensive, but it’s worth it since it’s really organized and it’s so pretty. Though I still don’t know what to do with the other room, since this apartment has two rooms, I’m getting the bigger one, but I don’t know what to do with the other. There’s just a lot of space. Hell, I don’t even have enough furniture to fill the space.&lt;br /&gt; I paid in advance, just as what the guy-who-sold-me-this-apartment said. So I laid on my bed, staring and admiring the dirty white ceiling. Thinking of a lot of things. And if I say a lot, I mean a LOT. Anyway, I undressed myself and went into the shower. I was singing/humming Madonna’s new single.  As I was singing, I heard something. Like there’s someone opening the door. And of course, I ignored it. For a fact that, the door IS locked and only I have the key. I kept on humming and suddenly I just noticed that the door was open and some teenager was there, looking at me like a total idiot. His eyes were popped open like it’s gonna explode out of shock. And I was there standing, shocked as well and COMPLETELY naked. I took my rubber duckie and smashed it on his face. He was completely knocked out. He came crashing down the floor. I banged the door close. I was so mortified. And to think I was naked. And it was a boy who saw me. A kid, a teenager.&lt;br /&gt; I went outside the bathroom with my towel wrapped around my body. I brought with me another rubber duckie, just in case the pervert attacks again. I tip-toed across my room and shuts it close. I phew-ed. ‘Why is that kid there anyway?” I asked myself. I changed on to my sleepwear and brought my rubber duckie, for the second time. I checked the kitchen and the dining area, there was none, living room—none, bathroom—none, the only one left is the extra room. I banged it open and—I just saw the most beautiful sight ever. Inside was a guy. &lt;br /&gt; A guy.&lt;br /&gt;Undressing his T-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;I stood there, dropping my rubber duckie. My heart’s fluttering. This must be the power of his pheromones. Teenagers sure are getting it on these days. &lt;br /&gt;It was then that I realized how stupid I was, standing there, admiring his gorgeous body when all I should be doing is attack the guy and get him out of my own house.&lt;br /&gt;He was looking at me, all confused. His hand on his shirt was still on the middle of undressing himself. I picked up my rubber duckie and threw it right to his face. Unfortunately, it didn’t hit. He managed to avoid it. Crap! &lt;br /&gt;“What the hell are you doing, old lady?!” He frantically asked. He was on the verge of screaming, I think.&lt;br /&gt;“Old lady? Who are you calling old lady? I’m still 25, you brat!” I shouted right back at him. “I’ll say, what the hell are you doing in MY apartment?!”&lt;br /&gt;“Your house? Are you kidding, this is MY apartment. Get it? MY apartment.”&lt;br /&gt;I stared at him in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;I took a long, deep breath. “Look kid. I know what you want. You want money, right? I can give you. But please can you just get out of MY OWN apartment?”&lt;br /&gt;He stared at me in disbelief. Only way scarier.&lt;br /&gt;“Old lady, please. I am telling you this is MY apartment. I already paid in advance for the next two months. Can you please, with all due respect, just get the hell out?” He said, pissed. “And BTW, I don’t need any money from you.”&lt;br /&gt;I started to cry. For the reason of: I don’t know! Hell, I don’t even know why I’m crying. All I know is that fighting with this kid is pointless. &lt;br /&gt;“hey.” He called out.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t respond. I continued crying.&lt;br /&gt;“hey miss.” He called out, only louder than the first one.&lt;br /&gt;Again, I didn’t respond.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey you.” This time he was whispering it in my ear, which made me tickle a bit. I didn’t even notice him getting closer to me. “Why in the world are you crying? Tell me.”&lt;br /&gt;I gently rubbed my eyes. “I’m not crying. You know what, if we continue arguing like this it won’t end. So why don’t we just talk and sort it out?”&lt;br /&gt;“Okay then.” He then moved away from me. “What do have in mind?”&lt;br /&gt;“You said that you just paid two months in advance, right?” &lt;br /&gt;He nodded.&lt;br /&gt;“I just paid one month in advance. So why would the guy-who-sold-me-this-apartment sell me this house when he’s selling the same place to you?” I wondered.&lt;br /&gt;“I guess we have been swindled.” He simply said. “He must have gotten two clients at one time and decided to sell one apartment to both of them, so he can earn twice or more than his usual pay. And those clients are us.”&lt;br /&gt;“That old man. I’m going to call him right now.” I hurried across my room to get my cellphone and dialed the guy’s number.&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry, the number you have dialed is out of coverage please try again later” The phone said. This angered me. Why would he do that and make me one of his victims? That arsehole.&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t contact him.” I frowned and turned my attention to the teenager. “He must have gotten away and ran off. And to think a month is here is pretty expensive.” I sighed.&lt;br /&gt;“Why don’t we ask the landlady?” He suggested.&lt;br /&gt;“Good idea.” I said, shifting my disappointed look to a brightened one. &lt;br /&gt;So when we went to the landlady, she said she can’t do anything about it because the guy-who-sold-the-apartment-to-us already bought the entire room. So she suggested one impossible solution: “WHY DON’T YOU TWO LIVE TOGETHER?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-5919795816879785711?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/5919795816879785711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=5919795816879785711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/5919795816879785711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/5919795816879785711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/ella-petersonchapteronepart2.html' title='ELLA PETERSON.chapterOne.part2.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-4261922947033572455</id><published>2007-06-03T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T18:15:16.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ELLA PETERSON.chapterOne.part1.</title><content type='html'>Ella Peterson.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It was time for work again and I’m going to meet stacks of paper on my desk today. Great! I can’t wait… not. Another day, another pain in the ass. Sitting on my office chair, typing for hours on my laptop and those paperworks I mentioned earlier. By the way, I’m on the process of finding a new apartment, since my current one just kicked me out for reasons you might not want to know.&lt;br /&gt; Here I am sitting on my very throne or should I say my office chair. One of my officemates offers me a cup of coffee, which I quickly declined. I gave her a smile which indicates, “thank you very much, but I’m not in the mood for some coffee. You might want to leave me alone.” This is my waterloo. I am not very sociable. Yes, indeed, I am not. I don’t join welcoming parties or farewell parties here in our department—Lifestyle department. Because I hardly even know those people. I grew up studying, reading, researching and every other geek kid does. I was accelerated three times. So I’m what you call—a smart and intelligent lady. Some guys from the office tells me I’m pretty or I’m beautiful. Though I really don’t know if it’s true. I’ve never had time for dating. Ever since I was a kid, I never really got the chance to date someone. I’m currently 25 years old and I’m an office lady one of those boring types. I smoke a lot. It’s like to get away from depression. i don’t really know myself, because whenever I smoke I feel better and refreshed like I can just say, “Hey world! I’m ready for the biggest trouble you can give! I’m gonna beat the crap outta it!” And another thing, drinking alcohols. This is one thing I don’t usually do, except for special occasions like, being scolded by my oh-so-ass-looking boss, when the landlady in the apartment kicks me out and when I’m drop-dead problematic and stressed out with life. You don’t want to know what I do when I’m drunk. I’m a totally different person and the next day, I don’t remember anything. Well not really. I can still remember some things, though. Anyone can take advantage of me if I’m drunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-4261922947033572455?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/4261922947033572455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=4261922947033572455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/4261922947033572455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/4261922947033572455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/ella-petersonchapteronepart1.html' title='ELLA PETERSON.chapterOne.part1.'/><author><name>LITTLEmissCADAVER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186958788317265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/maw_ee/pokladots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319035910918369400.post-2753855555454350231</id><published>2007-06-02T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T23:20:41.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gotta love them. X33</title><content type='html'>QUOTES FROM DIFFERENT SONGS AND MOVIES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c224/Shelley81/Icons/Love%20Icons/thholdinhandsss.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c224/Shelley81/Icons/Love%20Icons/thholdinhandsss.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats the &lt;em&gt;first kiss&lt;/em&gt; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;- 50 First Dates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; that if you love somebody &lt;em&gt;hard enough &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; is just gonna &lt;strong&gt;work out&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Well people are &lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;- One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just looking for a good combo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt; who brings out the best in me, &lt;br /&gt;and who i can bring the &lt;strong&gt;best out of&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;- The Perfect Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to look;;&lt;br /&gt; I want someone to &lt;strong&gt;find me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;- laguna beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE CAN`T &lt;em&gt;FALL&lt;/em&gt; FOR YOU ;; &lt;br /&gt;iF YOU`RE NOT THERE TO &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CATCH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; HER &lt;br /&gt;              - - / THE O.C. ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's time to face &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I will never be with you &lt;/3&lt;br /&gt;- James Blunt, You're Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everytime we touch, I get this &lt;strong&gt;feeling&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime we &lt;em&gt;kiss&lt;/em&gt; I swear I could &lt;strong&gt;fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cascada, Everytime We Touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll never let go &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;  ... &lt;strong&gt;i [p r o m i s e]&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;`- Titanic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's &lt;strong&gt;Miss America&lt;/strong&gt;, and I'm just the &lt;em&gt;girl next door &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/3&lt;br /&gt;- Saving Jane, The Girl Next Door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, but I'm &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;giving in this time...&lt;br /&gt;- Michelle Branch, Goodbye To You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE  REASON  WHY   WE  WANT  LOVE &lt;br /&gt;SO  BAD   iS  BECAUSE   iT'S  THE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLOSEST&lt;/strong&gt; THiNG WE HAVE TO &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAGiC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;- AQUAMARiNE*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319035910918369400-2753855555454350231?l=littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/feeds/2753855555454350231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319035910918369400&amp;postID=2753855555454350231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/2753855555454350231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319035910918369400/posts/default/2753855555454350231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemisscadaver.blogspot.com/2007/06/gotta-love-them-x33.html' title='gotta love them. 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