<?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-23000210</id><updated>2011-10-05T18:29:38.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hinata Boardoms : Kwarto ni Naru</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-5293784582427169472</id><published>2011-08-02T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T18:28:55.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's no surprise, isn't it?</title><content type='html'>I felt bad for Kana-chan yesterday. How can that idiot Keitaro forget his little sister's birthday? I don't know what to say. It drives me mad as well. But I doubt that Kanako-chan would be mad, since she can't be mad at her big brother. Gimme' a break. It's so awkward. So awkward. I don't want to run into my memory thinking back. It was already 9pm, August 1st, and everyone was in the lobby having a party. Everyone was there, even my sister and Kentaro-kun. We were waiting for Keitaro to show up, but he didn't show up yet. He only showed up an hour shy away from today, 11pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was pretty much absent for a week. I can only guess that it might have something to do with this autobiography. Anyway, when he finally showed up, he asks this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ehh, a party? What's the occasion?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's eyes grew in disbelief. I gave him a straight uppercut after I heard something so stupid. I was like 'Really?!' Anyway, he talked to Kanako personally. I think he wanted to apologize. Keitaro felt really bad and he admit that he forgot. I just blew out a sigh. I'm upset because he got his priorities mixed up. There are people who care for you; so don't forget these people. Don't take them for granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No good, I'm giving out this lecture. But I doubt Keitaro would be able to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-5293784582427169472?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/5293784582427169472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/5293784582427169472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-no-surprise-isnt-it.html' title='it&apos;s no surprise, isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-1285441217501261080</id><published>2011-07-15T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T16:57:03.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking up</title><content type='html'>Is it me or is Motoko-chan following Keitaro around? Does Keitaro know? Maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Keitaro said that he was tasked in writing a book for his professor. Finally, he's doing something useful. I'm currently an assistant in campus. More like a proctor. By the end of the month, I would have saved so I can go on a trip with Kitsune-san. I want to go traveling before the start of classes. If I'm loaded, we can travel out of country. I want to see the world, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we travel, what would happen in the apartment? Would it become quiet? Like really quiet? I'd be lonely if I was left behind. Maybe... maybe I should just go next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-1285441217501261080?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/1285441217501261080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/1285441217501261080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2011/07/looking-up.html' title='looking up'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-151642984499999607</id><published>2011-06-11T20:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T11:10:46.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give me something to break</title><content type='html'>It was a Saturday morning and I was surprised to see Shinobu-chan making breakfast. I knew that she had practice, but then I just found out that she's no longer a member of their track team. Shinobu has been cut from the team. She told me while she was stirring a batter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was outraged. What really boils my blood is how she got cut from her actual first-hand experience of a competition. It was her first battle and when these selfish brats saw that she wasn't worth it, they cut her off. Despite Shinobu's fourth place, their school still made it to the regional track meet. WHAT'S UP WITH THAT?! They didn't lose at all! How can you demand someone to be perfect on her first try?! Her school had other representatives that made up for the win! But these are veteran runners -- a champion class. They didn't have to cut her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shinobu could still help the team in some way. Their decision to revoke her membership is uncalled for. I mean if they don't want her to compete at the regional meet, then let her help the other members. She could help manage the team, help the members train so that she can watch and gain more experience. UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really mad. Isn't a high school club supposed to promote wellness among its members? There's more to getting medals and winning. I mean, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-151642984499999607?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/151642984499999607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/151642984499999607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2011/06/give-me-something-to-break.html' title='give me something to break'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-1766156952330471602</id><published>2011-06-10T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T10:48:03.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she ran like she meant it</title><content type='html'>We watched Shinobu-chan participate the district track meet today. It's where the high school in the district meet to find out who will represent the prefecture in the coming regional track meet. From what I know, Shinobu and Kaolla's school takes the competition seriously. They're the defending champions by the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know she could run that fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a different Shinobu-chan today. She ran with passion. I was very impressed. And she got me inspired. I want to write it down. She was shining the most among the runners. I'm not kidding. She meant every stride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-1766156952330471602?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/1766156952330471602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/1766156952330471602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2011/06/she-ran-like-she-meant-it.html' title='she ran like she meant it'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-82800128132815929</id><published>2011-04-02T20:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T20:50:32.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a pleasant crisis</title><content type='html'>I went to the library because I'm working on a term paper. My professor is asking for APA style reference and is strictly requiring us to use a scholarly based book only, I had no choice but to pick something in the library. I hate my nit-picky professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finished gathering the necessary references, I had all of them noted and now I could continue typing my argument. I was all set to finish it today -- I felt determined. And when I do finish, I can enjoy the rest of the week doing nothing. Yay me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stepped in the apartment, I heard quite a commotion in the mess hall. I was curious what was happening. Maybe it's Shinobu-chan baking a cake or Kitsune-san juggling bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kei- Keitaro?" I was speechless. On his two feet, with a smile. I was so happy to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Narusegawa? Ohayou!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but... I blushed after recalling what he did for me for my birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh right! I have to get the laundry! I'll see you later!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Na- Narusegawa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't face him. I can't face him! I don't know how to look at him, diary! This is because of the party! He did something great for me! I don't know what to say. I haven't even said thank you yet! He- he was so cool, diary. I mean, seeing him back on his feet. But I'm so embarrassed. I mean, I'm happy. I love him. And... gah! I just wrote something embarrassing! How should I say thank you?? I need to wash my face. I love him--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No no no!" there are Keitaro ads appearing non-stop on my mind! "OH NO!" I forgot what to write about my term paper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-82800128132815929?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/82800128132815929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/82800128132815929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2011/04/pleasant-crisis.html' title='a pleasant crisis'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-3052166795321962322</id><published>2011-03-26T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T11:57:51.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the big plus one</title><content type='html'>Okay. I think I'm gonna head in first. I'm really tired -- because of the party downstairs. It feels like a New Year's party instead of a birthday party. The party that everyone prepared was intense. Who would've thought Kentaro-kun would bring a turntable over to the Hinata Inn and improvise a dance party. But *meh* his 'DJing' skills were awful. Still he was able to play some really fast songs. And with Kaolla-chan's speakers in the hall, it was obvious that everybody had to dance. It was a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Kitsune-san prepared some party games. One game that almost scared the lights out of me, is the bobbing for apples. But Motoko-san replaced the apples with live crabs. I got a feeling who's responsible for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What time is it?" 2 in the morning. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A new year's party' -- we could say that. I mean it's my birthday so it's supposed to be a new year for me. What a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note. I'm not really all smiles today. Of all the days. Sigh. Keitaro's gone sick. He's caught a nasty flu and the doctor who home-visited said that he had be isolated from everybody. Or else there's a very high chance that we'd catch it. Keitaro spent a few minutes with us while wearing a face mask and then left to sleep in his room. But I think his room is padded so he wouldn't be disturbed... much. Still I am really worried if he's getting his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody had this unspoken feeling that someone is missing on the dance floor. I could see it on their faces. Even though I wouldn't want to see Keitaro dancing nor see him dancing near me *what a horrible sight of human act*, we'd still want his presence in the party. Who would've known 'presence' could mean so much in a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitsune-san said that he had today planned like last year's Christmas party. The party was his idea. He just asked for other people's thoughts about what else they can do in the party. What was originally planned is he wanted to take me out for dinner. And then head back to the apartments afterwards so I get to party with everyone. I didn't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got your present, Naru. But how come you're not happy? Happy birthday to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-3052166795321962322?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/3052166795321962322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/3052166795321962322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2011/03/big-plus-one.html' title='the big plus one'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-1439771544447681053</id><published>2010-12-16T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T15:42:12.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever may be, will be</title><content type='html'>That's why I hate taking a full load per term! I'm taking five subjects and I'm in a punishing week. Why? It's finals week so I get one final exam everyday. Now that Thursday's done, I have one final exam tomorrow! It's basic Java, but I haven't had much time studying because Christmas is here. And when Christmas comes, people start lazying about. Anyway, it's almost 12am and I've just covered 1/3 of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Konbanwa." I saw Keitaro seated in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee. That's what I need. Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keitaro, how was the English exam?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TERRIBLE. But I managed to wing it." Wing it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyway, that's good to hear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have an exam tomorrow?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, Basic Java. I need to study as much as possible... and I need coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait! Isn't Java some sort of coffee? So you need to drink Java coffee instead. I think--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left in a hurry and settled for an instant coffee instead. I didn't want to catch his pathetic humor. The sad thing is, I kept on laughing at his stupid joke while I was studying. So I didn't properly understand what I was reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-1439771544447681053?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/1439771544447681053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/1439771544447681053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2010/12/whatever-may-be-will-be.html' title='whatever may be, will be'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-421712290067269893</id><published>2010-11-15T16:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T15:44:50.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday already?</title><content type='html'>Tired... so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished writing a critique of Homer's Iliad. It was painful. I think I just have a quarter of my brain cells left. It's a classic! Why would my professor... ehem... instructor... no... the substitute teacher ask for a critique of a classic?! It's so old that people have been writing about it ever since the time of Homer--  probably. Aren't thousands of critiques enough? I'm just guessing she just wanted us occupied with nonsense just to make us look like we're working. Why can't she recommend something else? If she's just here for a couple of weeks, she could've just suggested writing a critique for the Little Prince. Argh, mou! I can't be serious! After writing so many papers, I can't believe I'm suggesting that I write more! I'm having a hard time writing as it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be the one to complain. Keitaro is having a lot of hard time too. I mean his major requires him to write all the time. I've to complain too because we haven't been able to make time for a date. But since Christmas is fast approaching and while I'm slowly finishing one requirement at a time, I guess everything's going to be fine. Just let Christmas come with my hands free and I'll be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-421712290067269893?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/421712290067269893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/421712290067269893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2010/11/monday-already.html' title='monday already?'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-5909816884780965095</id><published>2010-09-02T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T13:43:10.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just my two cent beef</title><content type='html'>It's not like I hate romance manga or manga in general. I read manga but I don't like the romantic manga when they just blush and never tell their feelings. Why can't they be more assertive or honest with their feelings? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men around me are saying stuff like 'a tsundere is moe' and I don't get it. Tsundere. I also don't like Tsundere characters! I mean, when I read these mangas that has a Tsundere character with it, I roll my eyes. Do you like him or not?! They say Tsundere are hard on the outside but mushy on the inside. Whatever. I just stay away from a Tsundere. Bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-5909816884780965095?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/5909816884780965095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/5909816884780965095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-my-two-cent-beef.html' title='just my two cent beef'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-248667335575128969</id><published>2010-01-25T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T16:26:28.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>"Hey look, everybody! Keitaro sent a letter!" Mitsune-san was running and shouting in the hallway. "Tegami!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tegami?" I popped my head from my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A letter from Keitaro?" I saw Motoko-chan popped out her head to the hallway as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's head to the lobby, miina!" shouted Mitsune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone went downstairs. Mistune-san said that it is a letter from Keitaro. Keitaro is currently away from Japan and on his assistantship with Seta-san. He's away on his third month. I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mitsune-san opened the letter, she cleared her throat and then... laughed out loud. She laughed like a riot. We were all puzzled why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the matter? What is it?" I was curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well... it's because..." she was still laughing. "Just take a look!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gimme that'." I snatched it away from her. When I started reading, my heart throbbed. "... This is from Keitaro?" I mean, Keitaro wouldn't write something like this... Would he? I was still puzzled with a big question mark on top of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it, senpai?" I gave the letter to Shinobu-chan. When she read it, she blushed in an instant. Her reaction was really automatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So? What does it say?" asked Motoko-san. Shinobu couldn't comment. She was all red. "Geez, you guys." then Motoko-san grabbed it from Shinobu-chan. "To my Be---" Motoko-san got frightened and threw the paper like the letter turned into a turtle or something-- "I'm- I'm going to my room... yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me see, Onii-sama's letter." said Kanako-chan. "Ara. Why is everyone acting weird. I see no problem. It's just a letter for me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THAT'S NOT IT!" I protested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My turn my turn!" yelled Kaolla-chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OUR TURN." butted Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To my Beloved: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were asked to what is the one thing that I want in life, I'd give them an answer right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anything fancy. I don't want the widest screen TV. I don't want the most expensive car. I don't want the biggest house. I don't want any crowd following me. I don't want the smartest cellphone. I don't want fortune or glory. Because what I want is simple really. I just want to be with you." they read together and everyone had no comment. - Keitaro" after Kaolla and Sara read Keitaro's letter together, everyone was really quiet. But Mitsune-san was still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WH- WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!" I was outraged. But I felt happy in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe he's homesick?" suggested Shinobu-chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had mixed reactions. Mitsune-san said that we'd write back. But the problem is, who will write a reply? Keitaro's an idiot. He didn't specify who the letter is for. It's for me? Mou! I don't want to argue with everyone that the letter is for me. It's all too weird. I think to insist that it's for me. And I'm really confused... even have my doubts... that Keitaro would write something out of the blue. But then again, a letter like this should be normal, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone knows who the letter is for. They're just keeping quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-248667335575128969?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/248667335575128969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/248667335575128969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2010/01/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-642891362229502280</id><published>2009-08-21T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:15:12.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no cigar</title><content type='html'>Keitaro really messed up this time. He told me that he missed an important part of his thesis today. I should've known. I mean, he's been stuck in the computer playing games all week. It's like he was drugged into it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Keitaro! Did you finish your paper already?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ye- yeah, I'll get into it ASAP. -- HWAAH! I leveled up!" same thing all week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really embarrassing. I slapped my forehead when I heard the bad news. But I feel kinda bad because the professor didn't give him an extension, I mean, today's Friday. He's got Saturday and Sunday to finish them. And since his prof didn't give him an extension, he'll be delayed. I don't know for how long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait... I think I hear someone crying. I'm gonna go check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-642891362229502280?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/642891362229502280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/642891362229502280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-cigar.html' title='no cigar'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-2586751552465588087</id><published>2008-07-18T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:28:37.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to flame up</title><content type='html'>Isn't it unfair for me? There hasn't been going on between the two of us for a long time and now, just now, he's asking me to a date tomorrow? It's super unfair. Why now? How come? What happened? To think that he'll win the problem by going on a date? Win me back. I've missed the usual times. And the times where I was longing for something made me forget the heat of our relationship. The fire is out; dim at the very least. It's like I don't know him anymore. And this stranger is asking me to go on a date tomorrow. For me, it would be better if we just sit down and catch up on things where we left. I seriously want to just talk to him. I don't want to go anywhere outside. Here is fine. I want to know what I missed. I'll know him more. Isn't it right for him to go simple? If he needs to make it up for the 'mistake', a conversation is good. Talk is good. It's a start. Not going on a date. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I so defensive on this issue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-2586751552465588087?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/2586751552465588087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/2586751552465588087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-to-flame-up.html' title='time to flame up'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-663240581347602253</id><published>2008-05-10T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:21:40.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my ears are open</title><content type='html'>Isn't it rude to force Keitaro not to be 'boring', even though I just admitted it. Gasp. There, Keitaro, stop being dry and be to your lively self! This isn't you. I, even, tried to embarrass myself falling over and exposing erm... the underwear on my abdomen just so you could turn hysterical. But no, he just said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Erm. Sorry, Naru. I didn't see anything. Sorry. I'll go ahead and take a bath." and that was it. "Oyasumi." What? What was that good night for? I wanted to punch him right on the face, but at what reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't do anything wrong. Is he doing something wrong? If he's not being himself, what if this is really how he is. There must be a reason. Shallow or deep, I don't care. Just tell me the reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-663240581347602253?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/663240581347602253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/663240581347602253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-ears-are-open.html' title='my ears are open'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-3030927035890101240</id><published>2008-05-05T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:25:57.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what are you doing?</title><content type='html'>What the heck was he thinking? I was really lonely that time! Why can't he notice me? Have we become so saturated with each other, so used to being with each other that he doesn't recognize anything special with our bond? Keitaro! Answer me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, if something's bugging him, then he should tell me, right? Not that I want to barge into his business, it's just that... well, I guess a normal conversation would be nice. Am I longing to talk to him so badly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, it has been almost a year since we had a memorable conversation. Now that he's busy working on his thesis, not to mention survive the course, Keitaro has become so occupied that everyone is starting to worry. It's not only me. Kaolla-kun, Kitsune-san and even Auntie Haruka. Oh yeah, Kentaro also looked bummed. It's like he's saying that the atmosphere is getting dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go outside. School. Come home. Eat dinner. Chat a little. Then bed. Oh, the monotony, Keitaro. I forgot how many months. It's like we went into hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today he went to his room early. Around 7 maybe? That's early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-3030927035890101240?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/3030927035890101240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/3030927035890101240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-are-you-doing.html' title='what are you doing?'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-3443611047949002877</id><published>2007-03-26T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T12:33:26.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the continuance of yesterday</title><content type='html'>Now where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we were able to go out together. I had a few questions that I wanted to ask Kana-chan; and our going to the park was the opportunity. Like, one: she keeps coming back to the Hinata Sou. Why? Two: How does she love Keitaro? Seriously? The second question is somewhat confusing because it's out of the blue and obvious at the same time. Out of the blue because Kana-chan won't expect the question. Obvious because of the way she acts around Keitaro.&lt;blockquote&gt;We took our time on the bench. "Kana-chan, you really like visiting your Oniichan. He must be really.." add extra really "really special to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't it obvious, Naru-san? I don't get tired of saying it over and over again. I love Oniichan. What of it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erm.." what an uncomfortable feeling. Time for a joke. "Jaa, why don't you take him abroad with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To be honest, Naru-san, I wish I could take him. But I don't want to force Oniichan into doing anything." wow. "I want to visit Oniichan as frequently as I can because... I don't want the distance between us to grow. I wish I could just stay here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why don't you?" crap. I said something I didn't mean. "Stay, I mean?" Hah? Why did I say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arigatou, Naru-san. Let's go, the store must've opened by now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chotto, you didn't answer my queston." she totally avoided it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;The mystery comes down to one question. Why can't she stay here? Family problems or something? Maybe I should tell Keitaro to convince her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-3443611047949002877?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/3443611047949002877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/3443611047949002877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2007/03/continuance-of-yesterday.html' title='the continuance of yesterday'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-7016283414991595313</id><published>2007-03-25T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T13:28:29.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>opposite ends meet</title><content type='html'>The few days with Kana-chan weren't bad after all. I was uncomfortable with the number of food inside the fridge, so I decided to buy groceries. I figured to go early because the provision won't last long. Common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Kana-chan going out for the door and asked her where she was going. Lucky! She's heading out to buy groceries as well.&lt;blockquote&gt;"Kyou wa doko e, Kana-chan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, ohayou gozaimasu, Naru-san. I noticed that there isn't much in the fridge, So I..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you're going to the market? Me too! Wahh, Keitaro's lucky to have a responsible little sister. My little sister's naive. Let's go together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh... okay." I hope we're both comfortable with this.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I ended up tagging along with Kana-chan. Or should I say, she ended up tagging along with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning was revitalizing. It wasn't that cold but I loved the temperature. The environment looked neat and the sun was bright. I woke up early and it's totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awkward thing is: Kana-chan and I didn't talk along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I almost forgot. It's also a common sense to go to the grocery preferably when it's opened. I was so engrossed of doing a good deed that I forgot that stores don't open early during Sundays. We decided to go to the park to kill some time.&lt;blockquote&gt;"This is all so funny." Kana-chan broke the ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wha- what is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, we were so engrossed with doing a good deed that we forgot it's Sunday." she totally read my mind...&lt;/blockquote&gt;Wait, Keitaro's knocking on my door. I'll just continue this tomorrow. See you, diary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-7016283414991595313?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/7016283414991595313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/7016283414991595313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2007/03/opposite-ends-meet.html' title='opposite ends meet'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-6026035092949340185</id><published>2007-03-18T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T10:00:47.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doll me up in my bad luck</title><content type='html'>I thought things couldn't get any worse. But noooooo... my failing of my Psych101 exam, my forgetting of my homework back at home [again], my unsatisfying report, all of them weren't enough. Guess what, Keitaro's imouto is back. That's right, Kana-chan is back. After her sudden departure after Christmas, she's back. She leaves as she pleases, she returns as she pleases. Kana-chan has it good. Let me guess. She misses her oniichan again. I suppose her attitude has changed a bit. But I doubt that she won't be clinging to her oniichan. Mou, and I thought I could make up to Keitaro for what we've lost back in February. I know what you're thinking; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;March is already ending and you still haven't made up the loss&lt;/span&gt;? Way to go, Naru!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-6026035092949340185?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/6026035092949340185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/6026035092949340185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2007/03/doll-me-up-with-my-bad-luck.html' title='doll me up in my bad luck'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-8056821076053432325</id><published>2007-02-13T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T23:22:11.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a heart break</title><content type='html'>Shimata. Keitaro's going to hate me for this. I won't be coming home tomorrow. I'll be staying at my classmate's house overnight for our research paper. Don't worry SHE's my groupmate. Ugh, I wonder if Professors know how important Valentine's Day is to teenagers. Apparently, the whole faculty is conspiring against the students to take a time off tomorrow. Everyone I know has to submit something tomorrow. What makes it more convincing is that they announced it just now. What smooth plan to go unnoticed. I'm going to wager. If they'll put up another paper or whatever deadline excuse on... say 1st of March, there's going to be a riot in campus. Geez, it's starting to look like the faculty is composed of hopeless romantics. Why do they have to share their loneliness with everyone? I'm counting on Keitaro to come up with a plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-8056821076053432325?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/8056821076053432325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/8056821076053432325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-heart-break.html' title='what a heart break'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-3898139204251580608</id><published>2007-01-12T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T00:58:05.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>push forward to bed</title><content type='html'>MAJOR HEADACHE! First off, I forgot my homework here. Second, we're going to have a long exam tomorrow (not the easy subject too). Third, I haven't been able to sleep well for the past week. Fourth, they're going to raise the rent?! 33% increase?! Come on! As if I already have two jobs to cover my lunch: school and work. Unfortunately, I'm not being paid to do school work. Curse this system!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that much of an increase but I'm more concerned with my savings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let that be settled. Keitaro's briefing wasn't that long. *whew* so I HAVE TO GO TO SLEEP. Health comes first. I can speed review tomorrow morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-3898139204251580608?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/3898139204251580608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/3898139204251580608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2007/01/push-forward-to-bed.html' title='push forward to bed'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-116257233572330589</id><published>2006-10-29T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T00:45:35.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress and epidemic</title><content type='html'>There's an epidemic in the Hinata inn. Fortunately, not all of its residents are affected. As of now, I, Kitsune and Keitaro are the remaining residents who are not affected by the change of temperature. Hai, it's getting cold. And yes, we didn't catch the cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motoko-san, Kaolla-chan, Shinobu-chan, Kentaro, Haruka-san and Kana-chan caught it. I'm taking multi-vitamins but I wonder why Motoko caught the cold. She's constantly practicing and exercising and she's also eating a balanced diet, so what's wrong in the picture? Shinobu-chan's also taking multivitamins, she finishes the chores early, doesn't stay up late and wakes up early but she's lying on her bed right now, coughing and sneezing. As for the rest, I'm sure it's just stress. Or heck, maybe they're all stressed? Anyway, I'm not taking any chances, I'm going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-116257233572330589?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/116257233572330589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/116257233572330589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2006/10/stress-and-epidemic.html' title='stress and epidemic'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-116101560088236282</id><published>2006-10-16T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T00:20:00.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It couldn't be that case</title><content type='html'>It's October and I can feel the drawing of winter. It's really cold in my room -- thanks to the wind chill factor. And I think that's not my only cold crisis. My so-called relationship with Keitaro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days pass by in the inn, we're getting really reserved regarding conversations. It feels like we're distancing each other apart. Our relationship is getting colder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, question. I thought that I have a wonderful connection. I thought both of us are having a blast. I thought that he is having a great time and everything's a-okay. But after a while, he stops talking to me. Not even an aishiteruze?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that:&lt;br /&gt;A.) He found someone more interesting?&lt;br /&gt;B.) He found out that you thought you had a wonderful connection and it freaked him because for him, those moments weren't special -- that they were nothing?&lt;br /&gt;C.) I'm showing too much interest and I'm somewhat scaring him.&lt;br /&gt;D.) His ex just got back with him and he / she goes with the current? Wait... who's the ex? Nah, it can't be Mutsumi.&lt;br /&gt;E.) He lost his interest in me?&lt;br /&gt;F.) He is scared that things are going too fast? And that he not ready to have a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;G.) I'm a jerk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm thinking too much. Gasp! On the other hand, maybe these are the only dilemmas and I have to think some more! I don't see any spark anymore. I wonder if every relationship experience a dry season. Maybe... maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-116101560088236282?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/116101560088236282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/116101560088236282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-couldnt-be-that-case.html' title='It couldn&apos;t be that case'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-115752568893554593</id><published>2006-08-22T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T14:54:48.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the same air as always</title><content type='html'>Life in the Hinata Inn's getting routinary. I should know. I studied my lesson today, same as yesterday, and the day before yesterday... you know the deal. &lt;blockquote&gt;"Or maybe it's just me, bored." I'm talking to myself again.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Everybody seems to be preoccupied with their own gigs. Take Motoko for example, she is very strict when it comes to training (boring) but she's also hanging out with her friends while she's at it. Shinobu is having fun with cooking so she doesn't look bored in the apartment. Kitsune's locked herself in her room and I rarely get to talk to her, so I don't know what's up with her. Kaolla is hectic as usual with her crave to invent contraptions she could only understand. Keitaro is still... well... dull. I think he's worse than me. One time, I caught him talking to a tree. &lt;blockquote&gt;"OH MY GOODNESS! WE HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON!" Yosh.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm bored. I want him to ask me out. What a pretty awkward thing to say. I'll just give him signs instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-115752568893554593?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/115752568893554593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/115752568893554593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2006/08/same-air-as-always.html' title='the same air as always'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-115561019717886878</id><published>2006-08-15T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T10:22:48.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ritual education</title><content type='html'>Mou, I'm not having fun anymore. There isn't much activity inside Hinata Inn. The TV's broken, Kitsune-chan won't let me borrow her computer, my radio's busted, and I'm left with only academic work. They say life gets dull when it's all work, I couldn't agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually affecting my learning because, instead of concentrating what's going on inside the classroom, I'm actually thinking hard what to do for fun in order to unwind my body. In effect, I'm frequently flunking my exams. In order to get myself together, I must look for a way to keep myself compellingly occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun helps because it refreshes the body so that it continues to absorb work. A person is brought down when he or she is saturated with either work / recreation. There should be a balance. It's not necessarily a total balance, but it is ideal for a person to cool down after heating up from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person should study not beyond 20 minutes. Beyond that, studying would bore the person, and, in effect, she won't be able to internalize the information. Take a break and continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, it's not balanced. I'm all work and it's bringing me down because it's exhausting. Whereas, That's why I can't help but mull over what I should do for entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've applied for a part-time job. I'm not telling because it doesn't match my technical skill. &lt;blockquote&gt;"Wow, where did that come from?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;I want to make money so that I could buy something to help me pass the time -- maybe one of those handheld devices? I don't know. A handheld videogame doesn't sound bad. A cellphone perhaps? Maybe I should ask Suu to make me one. Nah, I'll probably won't understand her invention. She makes things a lot complicated. Last time, I asked her to do me a mechanical pen. She made a mechanical pen, installed with an analog timer, clock, calendar, screwdriver and can-opener.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-115561019717886878?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/115561019717886878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/115561019717886878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2006/08/ritual-education.html' title='the ritual education'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-115545292579334015</id><published>2006-06-04T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T22:19:40.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day before yesterday</title><content type='html'>In other news, last Friday was uncommonly busy - firstly because the morning brought with it the three hour History of Chemistry exam. Politics brought about a cloudy sky and was a bit of a bugger, and I had to struggle out to make sense of half of the questions. Lightning over the cloudy weather appeared within Social Study period. However, Art Study brought a sunny sky. Afterwards, thunders and heavy rain took over during the Math. Physics, along with heavy rain and strong winds, flooded the streets. Fortunately, no casualties have been reported, except the reporter herself. Back to you, Keitaro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Thanks, Naru." Waa-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keitaro BAKA!! GET OUT! DON'T READ MY DIARY!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-115545292579334015?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/115545292579334015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/115545292579334015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2006/06/day-before-yesterday.html' title='the day before yesterday'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-115306266360793941</id><published>2006-05-23T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T23:11:03.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan A: Sleep &amp; Study</title><content type='html'>I seriously need to study and have a long sleep at the same time. Wow, what a crazy remark. Man, I need to lay off the books for a while. I mean, I fall asleep in class, I don't understand what the professor says, I have trouble understanding my readings, it's all stress from here on now. Unless I could make a way to catch my sleep and be able to condition myself back to acad mode. Sigh. I never thought I would plan on my sleep. I hope Keitaro's in a better state than mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-115306266360793941?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/115306266360793941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/115306266360793941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2006/05/plan-sleep-study.html' title='Plan A: Sleep &amp; Study'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-115383416568219928</id><published>2006-05-19T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T21:30:34.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't forget to breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What a good laugh. And I really need one. Especially in times when I'm about to take a long exam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've studied so much - so hard that I slept at 4AM. I don't care if it's so late, because we were told that the exam will give nosebleeds. My professor forewarned us that the midterm exam will consist of essays, analytical situations and identification. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was raining cats and dogs yesterday morning. In fact, there were heavy rains accompanied by strong winds *I feel sooo channel seven right now* while I was bent on studying. Fortunately, I overcame all the disturbance outside the apartment and was able to concentrate on my reading. The air, my room, the floor... all cold.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember early morning. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Mmmm... Naru-senpai left her light open." I heard Motoko-chan coming towards my room. Then she knocked, "Naru-senpai? Are you still awake?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hai." then she opened the door. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Senpai, aren't you going to bed?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Together with my dark eyebags, I faced Motoko-chan, "In a minute... what time is it?" all that studying made me lose orientation of what's happening around me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ano... It's 4 in the morning"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Sou desu ka? Eto... I'll have my midterm tomorrow... err this morning. I haven't been able to study because of the heavy rain. Not to mention sealing all the huge leak in the roof, thanks to Su."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ano, senpai. I think you look like a panda from here, all that dark patch around your eyes."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I have no more ounce of energy to give, I submitted to my bed. The only thing I can remember after hitting the bed is it was already morning. I took a bath and got changed and went downstairs only to find out:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"WOOOOHOOOOO! THANK GOD!" Keitaro screams and I got revitalized for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so happy? Today's the midterms. I asked him, "Keitaro, why are you so happy? It's raining very hard and if this keeps up, it would be difficult to go to Toudai."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH COME ON! Isn't it obvious?" What's obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The weather forecast? The news? Hello?" What? Tell me already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Oh dear Lord... "Classes are suspended??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"UU- HUUUH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTT?!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Everything turned black and white. Mom kept talking but I didn't know what she was telling me anymore. I froze. I didn't know if I should feel happy or angry about it. I've learned a new lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-115383416568219928?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/115383416568219928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/115383416568219928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-forget-to-breathe.html' title='don&apos;t forget to breathe'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-115090135072964490</id><published>2006-05-03T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T22:49:10.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come and build the pages</title><content type='html'>Okay let's get organized. I have a quiz on Calculus tomorrow, I should read chapter two of my Political Science 11 book, I need to submit my critical paper in Sociology 10 on friday, my professor in Hisotry asked me to read unit three of our book, there's my homework for Physics 10 to be submitted tomorrow, and, last but not the least, I should attend the Anthropology seminar on saturday. There... that's not so bad, is it? I almost forgot, I have to live my life too. &lt;blockquote&gt;"It's one helluva week."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-115090135072964490?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/115090135072964490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/115090135072964490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2006/05/come-and-build-pages.html' title='come and build the pages'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-114741552104185416</id><published>2006-04-03T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T14:32:01.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rubbing my back</title><content type='html'>One week of summer break can leave me hanging out for more. It can't be helped since I spent much of my summer studying for my makeup exams. To be quite honest, it's not so bad, just as long I won't be worrying about anything related to academics from now on until the start of the 1st trimester. Today's, my last Monday where I could get up late. The start of the first trimester will be on April 10. Ugh, how I wish my summer break could last longer than 1 week. I'm expecting some heavier jobs this year. I should feel confident, but the my recent failure stole a piece from my pie. &lt;blockquote&gt;"Pull yourself together, Naru." April 10. Damn, I better get this week right to condition myself on going back to Toudai.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-114741552104185416?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/114741552104185416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/114741552104185416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2006/04/rubbing-my-back.html' title='rubbing my back'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-114723078227947772</id><published>2006-04-02T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T11:13:02.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slingshot</title><content type='html'>Now that my finals are over, I can finally enjoy some peace and relaxation. It burns. I still can't accept the fact that I failed my finals. One of them is Professor Seta's Archaeology class and I can still recount his reaction when he saw me attend his review class -- I hate that moment. &lt;blockquote&gt;"He didn't know I failed?" Hmm. Maybe he's not the one checking the test papers.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I am so humiliated. Anyway, it's over and I passed his makeup exam. Easier questions were given. Oh, and to clarify things out, they were makeup exams, meaning I failed not only one but three final exams. So I had to take all of the three respective re-tests. And I am going to say it again, I passed all of them. Whew. It's just that, Seta's exam made a stronger point among the rest. Why? I felt like I let him down, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"It's down to April."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Oh yeah, I'm glad nothing happened between Keitaro and Shinobu-chan. You know? Her field trip. I'm a little jealous, to be honest. I wanted to see other places with Keitaro too. Maybe I should ask him. Better yet, maybe he should ask me out. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Now how should I do that?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-114723078227947772?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/114723078227947772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/114723078227947772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2006/04/slingshot.html' title='slingshot'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-114638668523187534</id><published>2006-03-24T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T16:44:45.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sink or swim</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"YEE!" It was embarrassing! I can still picture Seta-sensei's reaction when he noticed me enter his room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"N- Naru?" The room became quiet. I could hear the loud outbursts of cicadas. "I- I suppose you didn't fail...?" I BEGGED TO DIFFER! Believe me. "You failed?" Seta-san was shocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded. "You did?!" A nod again. "You didn't?" Another nod. "You didn't pass..." And another. "Sou... ka." Seta-san lost his balance for a second, then stood straight, cleared his throat and focused his glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, class. Shall we start the review?" Finally.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please let this be my lowest point in my college life. I don't want to go any deeper. If I do, I'll die. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-114638668523187534?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/114638668523187534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/114638668523187534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2006/03/sink-or-swim.html' title='sink or swim'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-114477327368402792</id><published>2006-03-22T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T16:22:17.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results may vary</title><content type='html'>How could I flunk my exams?! I... I've studied! I have no idea how I failed those forsaken greivances! There's no way. How in the world did I fail my final exams? This is unexpected. Where did I do wrong?!&lt;blockquote&gt;"I sound like my mother."&lt;/blockquote&gt;With my finals flunked, I should concentrate on passing the removals exam. It's a good thing they're giving second chances. They should be. The final exams weigh two times than an ordinary long exam.&lt;blockquote&gt;"I wonder if Keitaro is in a better state than I am."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Geez... Now, I have to study again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-114477327368402792?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/114477327368402792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/114477327368402792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2006/03/results-may-vary.html' title='results may vary'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-114312292731308249</id><published>2006-03-13T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T22:08:47.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>papers everywhere</title><content type='html'>Ugh! It's unbelievable! Why do they always come together? I've got reports and finals to finish this week! It's ridiculous. But for the sake of our destiny, it'll be my pleasure to ace them all. Chicken feeds. &lt;blockquote&gt;I wonder if Keitaro's doing alright? Anyway,&lt;/blockquote&gt;I've got no time to think of other things right now. I have four finals coming up this week and three papers to finish. So this is the so called College Life. I wonder if it'll take me forever to graduate. That is my first priority -- to graduate. &lt;blockquote&gt;"Curse you, Toudai!" I should go back to my work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-114312292731308249?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/114312292731308249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/114312292731308249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2006/03/papers-everywhere.html' title='papers everywhere'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23000210.post-114119561034898751</id><published>2006-02-28T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T14:46:50.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being swept away</title><content type='html'>Keitaro's not himself these days. Everytime he goes home, you could picture a lonely guy. Little by little, it affects me. For the past few days, I've finally encountered an estrange Keitaro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keitaro? What is it this time?" I saw him alone in the kitchen. It was already 3 in the morning, so I just had to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, it's you, Naru. Nothing. I'm just letting time pass by." He answered in a very empty tone. It's not like him. I think something's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry. Nothing's wrong. Just go back to bed." he figured out, that I'm kinda worried. And I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to depict what he's feeling or thinking. He's clearly unhappy, but with what? Or... whom? I didn't do something terrible to him... did I? This inn's not going to move forward in his state.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23000210-114119561034898751?l=kwartoninaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/114119561034898751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23000210/posts/default/114119561034898751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwartoninaru.blogspot.com/2006/02/being-swept-away.html' title='being swept away'/><author><name>shirecentral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/kimikimkimster/avatars/fb45.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
