<?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-8147810</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:16:21.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>narunaru</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chiemi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18244305574352206090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147810.post-112916109448062847</id><published>2005-10-12T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T16:51:34.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/frozenebony/1048039013_pRACHELSB1.jpg" border="0" alt="Gangsta Bitch!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Gangsta Bitch Barbie.  You're tough and you&lt;br&gt;like it rough, and of course you like to pop a&lt;br&gt;cap in any wiggers ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/frozenebony/quizzes/If%20You%20Were%20A%20Barbie%2C%20Which%20Messed%20Up%20Version%20Would%20You%20Be%3F/"&gt; If You Were A Barbie, Which Messed Up Version Would You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/NI/NIA/Niadra/1128372295_ecardchiismile.JPG" border="0" alt="Smile.."&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have a beautiful soul. Sure, we like to think&lt;br&gt;everyone does, but yours really glows. You are&lt;br&gt;kind and thoughtful, and always able to cheer&lt;br&gt;others up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Niadra/quizzes/What%20Makes%20You%20Beautiful%3F/"&gt; What Makes You Beautiful?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/reflectedgrace/1036812660_ktopromans.gif" border="0" alt="You Are Romans"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Romans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/reflectedgrace/quizzes/Which%20book%20of%20the%20Bible%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; Which book of the Bible are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/WE/WEI/WeirdCrazyGirl/1128882670_uresaroms6.jpg" border="0" alt="Bride5"&gt;&lt;br&gt;As flower petals fall from the trees to greet you&lt;br&gt;and your new husband and you thought you would&lt;br&gt;never see this day. As you laugh with your love&lt;br&gt;you look to the future and you see the amazing&lt;br&gt;things you and your love will experience and&lt;br&gt;you can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/WeirdCrazyGirl/quizzes/What%20would%20you%20look%20like%20on%20your%20Wedding%20Day%3F/"&gt; What would you look like on your Wedding Day?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/CU/CUP/CupHalfEmpty/1128284673_resMystery.jpg" border="0" alt="creepy"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;B&gt;Girl Name:&lt;/B&gt; Czarina Batty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Guy Name:&lt;/B&gt;Father Vlad &lt;P&gt;*You have a heart&lt;br&gt;of solid coal* &lt;P&gt; You wish that you could&lt;br&gt;change your ways, even though you have done&lt;br&gt;nearly everything right. You try to hard to be&lt;br&gt;accepted by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/CupHalfEmpty/quizzes/What%20Is%20Your%20Goth%20Name%3F%20/"&gt; What Is Your Goth Name? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147810-112916109448062847?l=itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/feeds/112916109448062847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147810&amp;postID=112916109448062847' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/112916109448062847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/112916109448062847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/2005/10/youre-gangsta-bitch-barbie.html' title=''/><author><name>chiemi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18244305574352206090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147810.post-110940894503191628</id><published>2005-02-26T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T01:09:05.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Loki Wars: Chapter One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Loki Wars: Chapter One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Chiemi&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I own all of the ideas for the story and the characters...Do Not Take Them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I lay on the cobble streets of what is most likely the most hated street in all of town. Lybra-Albra. Literally, it means Street of Death, but no one really remembers that anymore. In fact, I'm not even sure if that's that actually translation. I mean, the language has been dead for so long...Oh well. I think that at this moment, no one would be surprised to see me lying dead here. No one would care. &lt;br /&gt;  You see, I had been working north Baldinlybra. All of a sudden, a group of six or seven just surrounded me. I remember that one kid's hair was so long that he didn't even half to lean over to get it in my face. That's when I noticed that his hair was green, a sign of the Harsiesis. The Harsiesis, who hated people from my side of town. Here I was, three wallets on the ground from Harsiesis I had earlier given the slip. What's even worse was that I thought I reconized the leader. Me remembering someone else is never a good thing. Especially a Harsiesis. &lt;br /&gt;  "Hmmm...What do we have here?" Came from the leader. His spiked green hair and all whiteless eyes made me cringe. Then I knew who he was. His name Tiw. He had been one of the border kids, one of the kids who lived between the rivals. I used to play marbles with him after school. Sadly, I'm pretty sure that he was also the one who used to beat me up after school also for being Assyro-Marduk. I only hoped he wouldn't remember that fact. However, we can never forget Murphy's Law. &lt;br /&gt;  "It looks like...no, it can't be. No sane Assyro-Marduk would travel over here. It is you, isn't it Loki Nygoheza?" &lt;br /&gt;  There is only one thing to say when this happens. Sadly, I have given up cursing, if one to spare my poor mother the heart attack that I knew would be coming if I continued to swear.  Also, Harsiesis always remembered to kick Assyro-Marduk a little harder for everything, because we kicked the out past the Lybra-Albra Street. We took their land and left them with crap. They never forgot it either. You know, I always thought we would have kicked them out even further if it hadn't been for the superstitions following Lybra-Albra. I let loose one gentle sigh. Oh well, now is not the time to be pondering such stuff. &lt;br /&gt;"Tiw, how," I paused, trying to find the right word, "lovely to see you again." No, that was not the right word. His face turned a dark purple. That couldn't be normal. No way it was. &lt;br /&gt;  "I thought we'd told you to quit coming around here ages ago," Tiw growled. Hmmm, I think he was right. &lt;br /&gt;"You absolutely right, Tiw," I replied. "But you know I can't help it if everything over here is just so much better." Perhaps I took it a mile too far. One of the girls behind him giggled. Well. Somebody still hasn't lost their old charm with the ladies. &lt;br /&gt;  It was, however, at this time when it occurred to me that...perhaps I wasn't taking this seriously enough.  Tiw didn't even look at her, his eyes just stayed right on me as he snarled, "Shut up, Cel." to the girl behind him. His eyes were filled with hate and disgust as they stared at me. I felt an empty feeling creep into my stomach. &lt;br /&gt;"Cel," he spoke her name with such disgust, "and Har, you guys dump this Ketrast down onto Lybra-Albra. Make sure he won't find his way out. Ever." &lt;br /&gt;  Even though Tiw and I had gone apart and hadn't seen each other for several years, I was really surprised that he could order my death, just like that. Did hold our years together as little boys in that little esteem? &lt;br /&gt;  Cel and Har came at me quickly, three punches and two kicks at a time. One hit me hard on the face, while the rest my body took. Another to my face sent me flying to the left, while another kick shot me to the right. I didn't dare fight back. This was Harsiesis territory. I couldn't risk making it any worse. I could hear Tiw's laughter in the back. A hard swing of something, maybe a tree branch, hit me in the back. It sent me sprawling to the ground with a loud scream. Then, the boy stepped right down hard into the middle of my back. I screamed and swore blood flew out of my mouth. Luckily, the next hit was hard to my head and I passed out. &lt;br /&gt;  When I awoke, my breathing was shallow and my ribs hurt. It hurt every time I had to breathe. My wrist aches and so did every other part of my body. I didn't know if I could even move. My eyes stared straight ahead at the Lybra-Albra street sign lying next to me on the ground. I finally turned my eyes to my own body. And then I wished I hadn't.  My wrist was a discolored, swollen, blob with something that looked strangely like bone sticking out. My chest and stomach area looked like someone had decided to finger paint all over me so that everything turned to a disturbing brown blue pain color. I couldn't look down any further to see what had been done to my legs. In fact, I dared not look anywhere else, because if I was going to die, I was going to do it with dignity. I could at least pretend I was going out of this world looking like the most handsome man in the World. &lt;br /&gt;  However, fate had different plans. A boy a little older then me stopped right in front of me. I had first class seats for an excellent view of his shoes. They were they really nice leather that everyone dreams about, adorned with several small gems all around it. Also, the laces where very clean. He kneeled down in front of me. His face seen normal, though if I'd been a girl, I'd most likely been blushing and sputtering and stuff. Then I saw it. An upside down triangle on his forehead and two isosceles triangles on each side of his cheeks. They had the flat bases facing towards his ear. He was a sorcerer. &lt;br /&gt;  I began to freak out then. Sorcerers. Who knew what they were thinking at any given time and whom they might just suddenly decide to kill...and then bring back? They were the most respected and yet most feared people around. And I, with my oh so common luck, had the fortune to run into one on the one day I couldn't run. Damn. &lt;br /&gt;  My heart skipped to beats as he froze in fear as the Sorcerer's eyes narrowed. &lt;br /&gt;  "You're hurt. Hold on," He murmured, before applying his hand to my forehead. Slowly, I fell into a relaxing calm. Then, my eyes grew heavy. Just before they shut, I heard, "My name is Ruti Sapas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Chapter One.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147810-110940894503191628?l=itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/feeds/110940894503191628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147810&amp;postID=110940894503191628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/110940894503191628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/110940894503191628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/2005/02/loki-wars-chapter-one.html' title='The Loki Wars: Chapter One'/><author><name>chiemi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18244305574352206090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147810.post-110645685437218769</id><published>2005-01-22T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T21:09:40.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 19 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  19  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How Your Attitude Ranks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;Your Attitude is Better than 50% of the Population&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you scored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80-100: You've got a winner attitude. You're always optimistic and cheery. Your personality will get you far in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60-79: You have a good attitude. While a realist, you do see the positive side of most things. People love to be around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 - 59: You have a positive attitude... somtimes. You prefer to see the world through clear glasses, not rose colored ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 - 39: You have an average attitude. You take the good and bad in life as they come. Though sometimes you could use a little more good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0-19: You have a negative attitude. You tend to see the dark side of every situation. Free ice cream? No thanks, it will just make you fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourattitudequiz"&gt;How's Your Attitude?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=left bgcolor=#D3ABD4&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style='color:black; font-size: 12pt;'&gt;It's Not Sex. It's ... :&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Filling the Creme Doughnut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/sexname.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get your own Sex Name&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=left bgcolor=#FFCCFF&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style='color:black; font-size: 12pt;'&gt;Your Stripper Name is: &lt;b&gt;Muse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/strippername.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get your own Stripper Name&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" width="350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizdiva.net/bt/leo-love.gif"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Leo - Your Love Profile&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your positive traits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're almost always the center of attention - and easy for potential dates to spot&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your happiness and optimism is appealing to all... and contagious!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't hold grudges - getting over little fights is no problem for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your negative traits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to ignore relationship problems, until they are too big to handle&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You crave luxury, and you are disappointed with partners who can't provide you with it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone does you wrong, you'll coldly and cruely break their heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your ideal partner:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone high status enough to bring you more attention - but not so great that they upstage you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you laugh and brings excitement to everything you do together&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is aggressive and confident enough to butt heads with you every so often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your dating style:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High expectations. You need to be impressed with an incredible first date for a second one to occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your seduction style:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to make the first move - you're fearless about initiating things&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passionate. You really get into any intimate act.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aggressive. Most of the time, you find yourself wanting sex more than your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tips for the future:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to not need so much attention. You'll feel less ignored, guaranteed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to love your parnter for who they are - not how they help advance your life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your partner shine occasionally. You don't always have to be the alpha dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best place to meet someone online: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/romance.html"&gt;Platnium Romance&lt;/a&gt; - these flirty singles will make sure that you're the center of attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best color to attract mate:&lt;/b&gt; Gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best day for a date:&lt;/b&gt; Sunday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your free love profile at &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=black align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1989 (the year you were born)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=left bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style='color:black; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George H.W. Bush becomes president of the US&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The largest oil spill in US history occurs after the Exxon Valdez strikes Blight Reef in Alaska's Prince William sound&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Liverpool, England a soccer stadium barrier collapses killing 94 people&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurricane Hugo causes 71 deaths and $4.2 billion in damage&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A massive earthquake hits the San Francisco Bay area minutes before the World Series between the Giants and A's&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Berlin Wall comes down, symbolically ending the Cold War&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serial killer Ted Bundy is executed in Florida's electric chair&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayatollah Khomeini places a three-million-US dollar bounty for the death of author Salman Rushdie&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actress Zsa Zsa Gabor is arrested in Beverly Hills, California after slapping a motorcycle police officer&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nintendo released its popular handheld video game player, Game Boy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oakland Athletics win the World Series&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco 49ers win Superbowl XXIII&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calgary Flames win the Stanley Cup&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Batman&lt;/i&gt; is the top grossing film&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look Away" by Chicago spends the most time at the top of the US charts&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk show host, Geraldo Rivera's nose is broken during a taping of his show, when a fight erupts on the set between guests&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Arsenio Hall Show&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/i&gt; premiere&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dragonball Z&lt;/i&gt; premieres on Japanese television&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yearborn.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Happened the Year You Were Born?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;More cool things for your blog at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya love the things that happen when you're born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=left bgcolor=#FFE6E8&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style='color:black; font-size: 12pt;'&gt;Your Boobies' Names Are: &lt;b&gt;Betty and Veronica&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/boobiename.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get your own Boobie Names&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually..it was right... o.0;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know You're Addicted to Anime When...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=left bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call your dog Shinji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You perform a canon ball dive into a pool while yelling "Spirit Bomb!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your house has an anime room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your friends flash peace signs and take girlish poses when you are happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get an anime tattoo. even though you're scared of needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your walls are covered in wallscrolls and posters from your favorite series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you use the term 'Kawaii' for describing everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to convince your girlfriend that 'cat ears' and 'tail' really looks good on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can sing songs from your favorite shows, in Japanese, even though you dont speek Japanese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spent hours looking through your library for a copy of "The Universe of Four Gods"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have legally changed your name to that of your favorite charcter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wear a necklace and fall down everytime someone says sit boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You insist on having an entrance that includes spotlights, music, and raining cherry blossoms (while you hold a rose if you're a guy).&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;Your only dream is to attend Tokyo U with a girl you haven't seen in 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You play an instrument and you nick name it Inuyasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For valinetines day you buy a stuffed dog and make up your on japanese name for it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get mad at you teacher and draw a picture of her as a anime demon cat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wtch Iron Chef constanly to pick up great recipes ( haven't done it but plan to )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've bought a twenty dollar ring in the shaped of a dragon to show off at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always have your hair covering your left eye and always fliping it so you look like a anime character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think that falling flat on your back with your legs in the air is a normal reaction to big news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are worried because you don't have several desirable members of the opposite sex frantically trying to make you fall in love with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shave a cresent moon onto your cats head, dye the cat purple, then take it to school and insist it's Luna, your talking cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go around town trying to eat donuts and act all crazy-like, all the while saying you're Vash the Stampede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To resolve a conflict, you insist in a duel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The employees at Gamestop know you, and tell you when you walk in if they've gotten a new shipment of anime DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gotten angry at someone and placed two fingers on your forehead shouted the word "Makanekasopo!" (specail beam cannon or light of death) and then poked them in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You waste countless amounts of hair gel to get that "Goku look"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You map out points in Tokyo where the Dragons of Earth might attack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe it is possible for a person to be severly beaten in the head with a large hammer, stick, etc...and still come out alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a moment of confusion whenever you go to school because there are no girls in those tiny little skirts that come with their school uniform &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You yell out 'Baka hanyou Inu-Yasha!' at your birthday party and everyone (except your parents) knows you're talking to your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell your parents you need to stay out past curfew to save the colonies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time you see a stray animal, you turn your hat sideways and throw one of those plastic Pokeballs Burger King was giving out in their kids' meals yelling, "POKEBALL, GO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You add "no da" to the end of all statements you make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majority of your CDs are Japanese or the English version of a Japanese soundtrack or the English soundtrack of an anime that just decided that it would use English in its songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You misplace your manga and someone at school you don't even know gives it to you saying they knew it was yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You incorporate Japanese, somehow, into every class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can sing songs from your favorite shows, in Japanese, even though you dont speek Japanese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use random Japanese words such as baka, kawaii, and hentai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to read every book from right to left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a break from watching anime to go to your computer (nicknamed Lord Conti) to download anime (for previewing purposes only! ;) ), while visiting your favorite anime forum, while listening to Japanese webradio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call your parents Oka-san and Otou-san&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say ITADAKIMASU!! before you eat your meals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think that locket your boyfriend gave you will turn you into a magical girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll risk grounding to get a good new fanfic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You constantly say "w00p" after almost every sentance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You insist on chopsticks for everyday use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your bookshelf is filled with anime boxed sets and no books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stop listening to the radio because english makes no sense to you anymore and it's your first spoken language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call yourself "otaku."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of your family portraits have been altered to the proper super large eye size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random battles seem to erupt wherever you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take the time to write messages on your cigarettes, only to burn them right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams are animated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You naru punch all the guys at school, and then wonder why they don't follow you around like keitaro follows naru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hold your eyes really wide all day trying to make them stay big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duct tape is really funny to you and most of your threats involve taping people to walls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're washing dishes you yell out "SUPAH WAVE SMASHUH!" or any water attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You run out of space on your computer because the hard drive is taken up by hundreds of anime pics, mp3s, midis, and music videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend all night trying to figure out how many people you can get to go in with you on buying the complete collection of Sailor Moon episodes in Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend your whole spring break working on an anime webpage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You expect to see a teardrop over someone's head when they get embarressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start to speak with an odd accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can watch two animes in the same room at the same time and still have the TV off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know your favorite character's bloodtype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing Sailor Moon helps you on an Astronomy test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to anime. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/addicted.html"&gt;Get Your Own Addicted Meme Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More cool things for your blog at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last one on Sailor Moon actually happened to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have A Type A- Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A-  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are one of the most balanced people around&lt;br /&gt;Motivated and focused, you are good at getting what you want&lt;br /&gt;You rule at success, but success doesn't rule you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's playtime, you really know how to kick back&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's hanging out with friends or doing something you love!&lt;br /&gt;You live life to the fullest - encorporating the best of both worlds&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/typeaquiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Type A Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! &lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Naughty Girl by Beyonce&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/naughty-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tonight I'll be your naughty girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm callin all my girls&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna turn this party out&lt;br /&gt;I know you want my body"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004 was your year! You felt sexy as hell - and it showed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/2004hitquiz.html"&gt;What 2004 Hit Song Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..., I don't really like Beyonce that much. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147810-110645685437218769?l=itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/feeds/110645685437218769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147810&amp;postID=110645685437218769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/110645685437218769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/110645685437218769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-are-19-years-old-19-under-12-you.html' title=''/><author><name>chiemi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18244305574352206090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147810.post-110645522790224472</id><published>2005-01-22T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T20:40:27.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;3 Johnny Depp! I even created another blog about him. It's super hot. Go check out. You know you want to. All i have to say now is...i feel relaxed. Whenever I take a cold shower, I always feel just wonderful. But, whenever I take a hot shower, i feel...awake...and hot. Really hot. Sigh. I did something really stupid on my japanese test. I forgot how to say sick..something I use everyday..i forgot to say.  Oh, did i fail to mention, i lost my brain yesterday...if you see it, will you please mail it back to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147810-110645522790224472?l=itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/feeds/110645522790224472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147810&amp;postID=110645522790224472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/110645522790224472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/110645522790224472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-3-johnny-depp-i-even-created-another.html' title=''/><author><name>chiemi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18244305574352206090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147810.post-110594297352730120</id><published>2005-01-16T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T22:22:53.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN IT</title><content type='html'>Today i realized that i would have to apply to college.  Doesn't that suck. Hmmm. And i realized i have to get a great score on the SAT. Not the old one, but the new one. DAMNIT! maybe i could become like Johnny Depp, who i have decided to devote one of my webpages to.  He's so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147810-110594297352730120?l=itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/feeds/110594297352730120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147810&amp;postID=110594297352730120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/110594297352730120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/110594297352730120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/2005/01/damn-it.html' title='DAMN IT'/><author><name>chiemi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18244305574352206090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147810.post-110575290106509000</id><published>2005-01-14T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T17:35:01.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nahhh! Finals!</title><content type='html'>Oh no! It's Midterms! OH MY GOD! We're ALL DOOMMED. Damn. i was planning to play that ff game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147810-110575290106509000?l=itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/feeds/110575290106509000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147810&amp;postID=110575290106509000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/110575290106509000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/110575290106509000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/2005/01/nahhh-finals.html' title='Nahhh! Finals!'/><author><name>chiemi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18244305574352206090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147810.post-110134424541522288</id><published>2004-11-24T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T16:57:25.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;take a look at &lt;a href="http://www.volks.co.jp/" target="_new"&gt;www.volks.co.jp&lt;/a&gt;  it's really coo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;l. Liz also showed me this other cool website.  &lt;a href="http://www.crysania.com/angels" target="_new"&gt;www.crysania.com/angels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love www.aku-tenshi.com GO there if you haven't. I'm going to start putting up my fics on a blog, so yall can see my writing. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147810-110134424541522288?l=itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/feeds/110134424541522288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147810&amp;postID=110134424541522288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/110134424541522288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/110134424541522288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/2004/11/take-look-at-www.html' title=''/><author><name>chiemi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18244305574352206090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147810.post-109958197304948891</id><published>2004-11-04T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T07:26:13.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>j'aime regarder la tele</title><content type='html'>okey..so classes. a) chem sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b)chem sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c)Chem sucks.&lt;br /&gt; now image this going on till z&lt;br /&gt; that is my life. i have a new icons page. you should check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's call &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/chiemi_icons"&gt;ChIeMi_IcOns. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147810-109958197304948891?l=itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/feeds/109958197304948891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147810&amp;postID=109958197304948891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/109958197304948891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/109958197304948891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/2004/11/jaime-regarder-la-tele.html' title='j&apos;aime regarder la tele'/><author><name>chiemi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18244305574352206090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147810.post-109643547640922129</id><published>2004-09-28T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T22:24:36.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my brain isn't wrking</title><content type='html'>Goal for the day: Kick someone's ass.&lt;br /&gt;Goal for Wensday: Avoid retribution.&lt;br /&gt;Goal for the Year: Get rid of half the stupid people who are around me. Last year, i failed. The year before that...well, that year just had more bad then good. Going to get the summer photos done soon. i hope. I found out that someone stole $10 out of my piggy bank. That was the worst part of my day. I wonder if i am being absorbed into a capitalist society too quickly when at this age i am so picky about money. oh well. I am in a really bad mood today. Actually, i'm pretty pissed off everyday, but you know what they say. If you can not be happy, act happy. Is it wrong to say one thing and think another? I hope not. Though i never say one thing that i didn't think at one time. I finally realized what all my friends have in common. They like to make fun of everyone else... well, most of my friends. All my camp friends even did this. Also, a lot of them hate a certain type of people...Whereas i hate on everyone equally. I wonder if that is any better? nope, they're both sins. So while i debate my fading morals from my youth, i think i want to become an ruthless executive when i'm older. And you know...pave people out of the way. Sound like fun. na, i just think i really want to rule the world. just kidding. so i repeat:&lt;br /&gt;Goal for the year: GET RID OF ALL THE STUPID PEOPLE WHO FOLLOW ME AROUND!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147810-109643547640922129?l=itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/feeds/109643547640922129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147810&amp;postID=109643547640922129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/109643547640922129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/109643547640922129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-brain-isnt-wrking.html' title='my brain isn&apos;t wrking'/><author><name>chiemi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18244305574352206090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147810.post-109643072854203910</id><published>2004-09-28T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T21:05:28.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NAAAh! i miss my best best friends! they're all guys... thats kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;none of them go to school. One is in New Jersey, another New York, and the rest here at home.&lt;br /&gt;Also, i am single and alone again...i have determine no good comes from anyone from (where i live). Or maybe i'll have better luck elsewhere. so&lt;br /&gt;Step one)&lt;br /&gt;get away from (where i live)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mission: " "&lt;br /&gt;objective: " "&lt;br /&gt;jk. peace out pimps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147810-109643072854203910?l=itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/feeds/109643072854203910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147810&amp;postID=109643072854203910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/109643072854203910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/109643072854203910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/2004/09/naaah-i-miss-my-best-best-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>chiemi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18244305574352206090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147810.post-109626408933179243</id><published>2004-09-26T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T22:48:09.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hella Hot mix</title><content type='html'>okay...i think i've have become..overly happy. It's grossing me out, really.  I really don't think i am a good person, but i'm not only heartless. i like to think i do think about my actions..sometimes. anyway, i am stressing over everything and freaking out. god. though, surprisingly, i feel kinda...blank. it's more like i'm watching everything then living it. it's not exactly a great feeling. It's like your being passed by.&lt;br /&gt;Today i heard a question. If you could have everything you want or do what you know is right, what would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;neither guarentee happiness, but both promise unhappiness. I know what i'm suppose to choose, but i can't help but wonder...if it came down to it...would i do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147810-109626408933179243?l=itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/feeds/109626408933179243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147810&amp;postID=109626408933179243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/109626408933179243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/109626408933179243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/2004/09/hella-hot-mix.html' title='Hella Hot mix'/><author><name>chiemi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18244305574352206090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147810.post-109415390425691370</id><published>2004-09-02T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T12:38:24.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Server</title><content type='html'>yep, i found this free server place. www.ripway.com if you need a sever to hold pictures, you should go there! :) i drew another four pages for my manga. 100 bucks is on it's way..if i ever finish. it's not that good, but hold some really good first draft pictures! i like it. my fav. character is Gradridge. i'll put a pic of him up here..maybe. later, i'll put an anime review up here 4 us guys. or, ill start another blog to do that..you know, i think i will do another blog. :0 see ya over there for anime reviews. out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147810-109415390425691370?l=itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/feeds/109415390425691370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147810&amp;postID=109415390425691370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/109415390425691370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/109415390425691370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/2004/09/server.html' title='Server'/><author><name>chiemi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18244305574352206090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147810.post-109400301382594611</id><published>2004-08-31T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T18:43:33.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling alive..sorta</title><content type='html'>okay....now i have millions of fanlistings! i think i should start a fanlisting for fanlistingers. wadda ya think? hmmm. i read the new southern vampire novel, Dead to the world. i thought it was ok. i liked club dead and dead in dallas better. i think my site is looking cooler, right? :P maybe not. i'm going to try and put music on, so hang on and wait for that.  Soon i'll start my Anime reviews....then life will be exactly the same...with reviews. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147810-109400301382594611?l=itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/feeds/109400301382594611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147810&amp;postID=109400301382594611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/109400301382594611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/109400301382594611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/2004/08/feeling-alivesorta.html' title='Feeling alive..sorta'/><author><name>chiemi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18244305574352206090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147810.post-109397598653575065</id><published>2004-08-31T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T11:13:06.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/1588/640/sgokub.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/1588/320/sgokub.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son Goku-Saiyuki&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147810-109397598653575065?l=itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/feeds/109397598653575065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147810&amp;postID=109397598653575065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/109397598653575065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/109397598653575065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/2004/08/son-goku-saiyuki.html' title=''/><author><name>chiemi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18244305574352206090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147810.post-109397441937091491</id><published>2004-08-31T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T10:46:59.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>narunaru</title><content type='html'>hey...first post...i'd like to say it's a big moment, but... I don't really feel it right now.&lt;br /&gt;TODAY i loved this new Anime.&lt;br /&gt;Kyou Kara Maou it was licenced so i went to Geneon's website and found out.....NOTHING! sigh. i spent like six hours looking for it,but they didn't say n e thing. it was like it disappeared.  i need help. if you know about it, help me...please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147810-109397441937091491?l=itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/feeds/109397441937091491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147810&amp;postID=109397441937091491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/109397441937091491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147810/posts/default/109397441937091491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsumonarunaru.blogspot.com/2004/08/narunaru.html' title='narunaru'/><author><name>chiemi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18244305574352206090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
