<?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-3099135</id><updated>2012-01-26T18:16:06.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnightzero</title><subtitle type='html'>Write me a love letter...or two.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://any.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-80234807</id><published>2002-08-14T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-14T08:56:36.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Water near Angel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-80234807?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/80234807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/80234807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80234807' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-80223334</id><published>2002-08-14T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-14T01:07:38.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'S getting worse and worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's ocean between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-80223334?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/80223334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/80223334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80223334' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-80194153</id><published>2002-08-13T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-13T11:02:28.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The worst should happen at 9 PM. It's a bit unnerving, since it was already announced for 1 PM, then 4 PM and now it's 9-10 PM. The Old Town will be very likely flooded. I don't want to see it. I hope UNESCO will help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-80194153?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/80194153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/80194153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80194153' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-80176343</id><published>2002-08-13T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-13T00:43:15.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most catastrophic version was pretty mild compared to what is going to happen at 1.00 PM! Shit! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-80176343?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/80176343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/80176343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80176343' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-80173398</id><published>2002-08-12T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-12T22:50:22.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I got myself into that "nothing-can-happen-to-the-capital" mood? Well, sure it's not that bad as in Southern Bohemia, but right now the traffic has partly collapsed, the area near river is closed (does it mean I can't get to Dana, if needed ?!?) and it's STILL RAINING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it gets worse, the part of Old Town and Lesser Town + Lesser Town square (wonderful historical quarters) could be severely damaged, if not destroyed! But that's the most cathastrophic scenery. Let's hope it won't happen and focuse on less traumatic topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As - I think I'm sick. Chills, running nose and low-grade fever, complete loss of appetite (and I was planning English breakfast &amp; Chinese Lunch, dammit!). Guess that running around barefoot wasn't such a good idea after all.¨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More from Prague soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-80173398?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/80173398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/80173398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80173398' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-80145824</id><published>2002-08-12T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-12T10:43:12.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Floods, quite severe.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that bad here in Prague - Lavka, MangaCZ meeting place, is in great danger, though! &lt;br /&gt;Lucky both Dani-chan and I live on hills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-80145824?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/80145824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/80145824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80145824' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-79884764</id><published>2002-08-06T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T02:46:16.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quite dizzy, not in the nicer sense of the word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-79884764?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/79884764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/79884764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79884764' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-78477535</id><published>2002-07-02T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-02T13:44:01.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. I made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me Wisdom of East.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-78477535?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/78477535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/78477535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78477535' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-77431406</id><published>2002-06-06T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T13:12:28.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Graduated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me sleep, people. Let me sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-77431406?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/77431406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/77431406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77431406' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-76875128</id><published>2002-05-23T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-23T00:51:26.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-76875128?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/76875128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/76875128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76875128' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-76836980</id><published>2002-05-22T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-22T05:04:19.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VERY sick.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I think I will fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-76836980?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/76836980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/76836980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76836980' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-76812397</id><published>2002-05-21T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-21T13:57:37.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another one from my class failed, this time from English.&lt;br /&gt;And many others from different classes, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-76812397?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/76812397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/76812397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76812397' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-76795158</id><published>2002-05-21T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-21T05:21:59.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sick, sick, SICK! &lt;br /&gt;Butterflies in my stomach? More likely hippopotamus and not only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-76795158?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/76795158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/76795158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76795158' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-76756435</id><published>2002-05-20T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T06:51:19.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, the first four went today.&lt;br /&gt;My three best friends did very well, one absolutely excellent.&lt;br /&gt;The fourth in the group failed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-76756435?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/76756435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/76756435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76756435' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-76727488</id><published>2002-05-19T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-19T10:51:39.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, the graduation officially starts tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;My three best friends are going right on Monday, lucky lucky me on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, kami-sama, do not forsake me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-76727488?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/76727488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/76727488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76727488' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-76270006</id><published>2002-05-07T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T11:13:50.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Written graduation exam from Czech: A+ &lt;br /&gt;YAY! ^___________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-76270006?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/76270006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/76270006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76270006' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-75774068</id><published>2002-04-24T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-24T10:26:04.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodbye rubella, hello flu!&lt;br /&gt;Someone up there seems to like me. ^_^;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-75774068?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/75774068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/75774068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75774068' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-75471042</id><published>2002-04-16T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-16T11:04:49.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good, the rubella epidemy seems to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-75471042?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/75471042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/75471042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75471042' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-10587004</id><published>2002-03-10T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-10T08:20:19.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fair on Friday. Grand-wheel while the stars shone bright.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like in Sailor Moon. *chuckle*&lt;br /&gt;Dani-chan managed to shoot three paper roses for me. The owner of the attraction just smiled, when he saw me kissing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-10587004?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/10587004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/10587004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2002_03_10_archive.html#10587004' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-8488139</id><published>2002-01-07T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-07T10:25:18.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cried a lot at school today, reason - probably depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I'm not one of these people who really cherish their depressions and say: "Man, was I depressed yesterday! Gotta get some new pills from my psychoanalytist!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'm really depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is - I've never ever experienced such a dreadful feeling, such emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I got better yesterday, mostly thanks to Dani-chan. (KISSU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm OK, much better than in the morning. Must have been the weather or whatever. I not feeling very well, either. I know I should visit my nephrologist, but damn I don't want to... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-8488139?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/8488139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/8488139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8488139' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-8377658</id><published>2002-01-03T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-03T09:46:47.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so strange today, doubting everything and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Snow Princess Kaguya came and planted a seed of ice into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh no, Dani-chan understands me perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, itoshii. I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-8377658?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/8377658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/8377658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_12_30_archive.html#8377658' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-8346016</id><published>2002-01-02T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-02T08:44:13.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it seems Nero didn't set Rome afire after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, what a relief! I feel much safer knowing that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-8346016?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/8346016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/8346016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_12_30_archive.html#8346016' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-8342814</id><published>2002-01-02T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-02T06:01:32.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Any New Year's resolutions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year I'm really going to try keeping them, though it certainly won't be very pleasant for me. But the result should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-8342814?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/8342814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/8342814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_12_30_archive.html#8342814' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-7603415</id><published>2001-12-03T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-03T07:16:35.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CONGRATULATIONS, MASAKO-SAMA!!! ^______________^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-7603415?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/7603415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/7603415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7603415' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-7582931</id><published>2001-12-02T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-02T12:02:31.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wait a minute, I posted that today! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-7582931?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/7582931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/7582931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7582931' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-7244570</id><published>2001-11-19T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-02T12:01:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aw, nothing like spending whole day with my beloved Dani-chan! ^_________^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-7244570?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/7244570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/7244570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7244570' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-6661048</id><published>2001-10-27T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-27T12:01:35.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel a little drowsy, but holiday might help.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty is adorable and Dani-chan too.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-6661048?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/6661048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/6661048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6661048' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-6189816</id><published>2001-10-08T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-08T05:42:01.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, well. &lt;br /&gt;I thought a little pause would make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;And what do I have?&lt;br /&gt;I saw soldiers yesterday... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-6189816?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/6189816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/6189816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6189816' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-5718831</id><published>2001-09-16T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-16T08:03:41.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, people!&lt;br /&gt;Just WHAT are you trying to do!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-5718831?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5718831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5718831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_09_16_archive.html#5718831' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-5645454</id><published>2001-09-12T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-12T12:22:06.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I let myself get engaged in a very fiercy debate at school, because ALL my classmates started talking about the beginning of 3rd World War and how the USA will start attacking Far East... I went really mad and told them what a NONSENSE this is! No one will start 3rd World War - no one! The USA wouldn't punish thousands of ANOTHER innocent people - it simply wouldn't. Yes, I understand every USA citizen has the right to feel angry at these times, but even in the greatest grief... no one will allow attacking or nukeing potentional responsible state (or the state attackers are from)! This would mean that everything we were made to believe was false!&lt;br /&gt;Damn, they all turned against me. But still I believe in what I said. There will be no war, there must not be! &lt;br /&gt;I read president Bush's speech... but frankly, I didn't find it pathetic as Brad said. On the other hand, I was somewhat relieved. I'm no Bush-lover, but still... from his words I felt longing for peace. Sure he was talking about punishing responsible people (organization), I agree - that is the only right thing to do. They must pay for what they have done. But I didn't feel like if he was talking about any great vengeance which would cost another lives of innocent people... no 3rd World War. No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-5645454?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5645454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5645454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_09_09_archive.html#5645454' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-5618868</id><published>2001-09-11T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-11T11:55:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is horrible, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;The USA will never be the same, I agree.&lt;br /&gt;But, my friends, are you REALLY surprised?&lt;br /&gt;I can see your tears, you're shocked for sure. I understand. Because you don't know what is the war really like. Oh, I can hear you wailing about First and Second World War and thousands of boys killed in &lt;br /&gt;Vietnam, alright. I'm far from mocking their sacrifice. &lt;br /&gt;But still it's something entirely different from experiencing the war on your own playground. Since the Civil War, you haven't had direct &lt;br /&gt;victims among civillists. &lt;br /&gt;And now... what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Almost 50 000 victims - some wounded, some dead. &lt;br /&gt;Everybody's shocked, crying and calling for vengeance.&lt;br /&gt;You experience the worst.&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Because next time your newspapers or TV mention how bravely have your troops solved some situation in Iraq or elsewhere (oh, some civilists killed, but it's nothing, really!), next time you perhaps imagine what is it really like. Because there are also thousands of dead and wounded people, innocent civilists, but you don't cry for them. You don't even know about them. Even though from their point of view, your troops and bombs which are falling on their roofs and killing their people, are NOTHING more than terroristic actions, too. From their point of view, you are the bad ones, meddling into their affairs, attacking their way of living, killing innocent. They really feel it so and you expect them to feel better, because you're doing that for their 'sake'? They don't ask for your interventions. And because the USA is arrogant (show me some big country which is not), it hasn't listened to them. And look &lt;br /&gt;what happened. The ant bite an elephant.   &lt;br /&gt;And one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;The whole world is talking about "attack aimed at freedom".&lt;br /&gt;What exactly do you mean by that?&lt;br /&gt;What freedom?&lt;br /&gt;It was the attack aimed at the USA, not freedom. The USA are NOT and for me has NEVER been any symbol of freedom! On the contrary, sometimes it was just a symbol of one very mighty and powerful country, which meddles into foreign affairs without real interest in anything but its own good. So please, next time think twice before using words like this one.&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;I expect that if I get any reactions to this post, they will be negative. I understand that. You may feel angry. I feel angry, too. I'm &lt;br /&gt;almost crying, and not only because of people who were killed and wounded today, but for all people who have to suffer because of &lt;br /&gt;international political struggles. There are MILLIONS of them. This time it was your turn. And I'm sincerely sorry. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-5618868?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5618868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5618868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_09_09_archive.html#5618868' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-5597028</id><published>2001-09-10T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-10T14:02:44.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, in these days... I always clench my teeth and repeat over and over to myself: 'Love can bridge all.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-5597028?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5597028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5597028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_09_09_archive.html#5597028' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-5559714</id><published>2001-09-08T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-08T10:01:52.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is kinda embarassing -___-;.&lt;br /&gt;But I swear I wanted to update... the trouble is that my Internet connection is kinda weird and I can connect better from dad's computer... I cannot hang around it for too long indeed, so I have no time to update.&lt;br /&gt;But things should go better soon, so until then - bai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-5559714?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5559714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5559714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_09_02_archive.html#5559714' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-5480497</id><published>2001-09-04T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-04T12:12:57.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, that promised update.... me and my big mouth. Tomorrow, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I have to do now:&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU, XYM-CHAN!!!! THIS IS SUCH A WONDERFUL BIRTHDAY CARD!!! I'M SOOOOO HAPPY!!!!!! ^____________________________________^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-5480497?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5480497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5480497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_09_02_archive.html#5480497' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-5457824</id><published>2001-09-03T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-03T11:05:46.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deary me.&lt;br /&gt;I promise a big update tomorrow (heh, as if anyone was interested).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-5457824?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5457824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5457824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_09_02_archive.html#5457824' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-5365871</id><published>2001-08-29T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-29T09:56:39.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Foof.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've already managed to do a zillion of important things since I got back. &lt;br /&gt;Like getting a new insurance card and creating an account in our greatest library. They really DO have good books about Japan, even better than Oriental Library has!&lt;br /&gt;One more thing... Laura, I don't know whether is your e-mail address still functional, so in case you read this blog... Happy Birthday! I couldn't say it earlier, because I was away, but I didn't forget you. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-5365871?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5365871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5365871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_08_26_archive.html#5365871' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-5316333</id><published>2001-08-27T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-27T01:11:58.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally back!&lt;br /&gt;Now how to wash off the wilderness?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-5316333?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5316333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5316333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_08_26_archive.html#5316333' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-5133759</id><published>2001-08-16T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-16T16:07:43.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm leaving for a week - we're going to our cottage in country.&lt;br /&gt;Fresh air, wild deer, savage native people.&lt;br /&gt;And lot of studying.&lt;br /&gt;Well, better than staying in the city in this weather.&lt;br /&gt;But on a happier note - Dani-chan, Mati, Teren and I are running our new blog about Shitennoh. If you wanna see, go to negaverze.pitas.com&lt;br /&gt;I doubt you will understand a word, but just to know what you're missing: fun, yaoi and a great amount of insanity. ^_________^&lt;br /&gt;Bye! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-5133759?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5133759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5133759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_08_12_archive.html#5133759' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-5109920</id><published>2001-08-15T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-15T13:02:35.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spent two days with Dani-chan. &lt;br /&gt;We were at my place, playing PC games, chatting, eating ramen and trying to play Guess Which Anime Character I'm Thinking About.&lt;br /&gt;It's a great game, expecially for long walks - we had one on yesterday's late aftrenoon, when the sun wasn't so annoyingly hot, and it was quite fun. Walking our favourite track around MATFYZ dorms and back, we re-arranged the rules a little, to make it all a little harder. Now one can't ask about series and only a minimum questions on appearance.&lt;br /&gt;Dani-chan also has a new haircut (my mom's work - her profession may be history, but still she's a fabulous hairdresser!) - she looks exactly like Haruka now! ^____^&lt;br /&gt;I also made myself study a little... damn, I'm pretty worried about that entrance exam!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one little personal note for Junichirou Koizumi-sama: Bravo! ^__~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-5109920?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5109920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5109920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_08_12_archive.html#5109920' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-5065558</id><published>2001-08-13T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-13T10:05:05.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing interesting, really. I'm spending this day between working and playing &lt;i&gt;Might &amp; Magic VII&lt;/i&gt;. One week of that and my butt will grow bigger than Okinawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-5065558?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5065558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5065558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_08_12_archive.html#5065558' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-5038845</id><published>2001-08-11T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-11T16:57:56.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rather emotional day today... uh, yesterday. ^__^;&lt;br /&gt;My sister had a birthday party (she's 27 now, that sis of mine) and she celebrated it along with my mother, who didn't have birthday butname's day (she's Alena and her name's day in on August 13th, which is tomorrow; yay, mom! ^__^) We had a wonderful time; sis got Scrabble and we played it over and over again. Would you believe I played Scrabble for the very first time today? It's still a new game here, it was introduced only some two or three years ago, and I've always wanted to play it. I think that playing it in Czech is a little harder, due to declinations and special marks we use.  &lt;br /&gt;I gave Bara (my sis; I have two sisters - Katherine and Barbara, both are older than me and both live on their own, so I'm the only one &lt;br /&gt;left in family's nest, little spoiled brat! ^___^ ) some shrimps, because she loves seafood very much and it was a good choice indeed... despite the little drama in the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;You see, I really can be annoying (you noticed for sure), but today I was really unbearable. It all began with that damned crawfish. While I was wandering around the seafood area, I noticed a big crawfish, crawling helplessly at the bottom of an aquarium. It was a very small aquarium and quite a large crawfish and it apparently wasn't very happy. To make things worse, its pincers were firmly tied so that it couldn't harm anyone. &lt;br /&gt;Before I say anything more, I have to say that I'm not really crazy about animals, I'm not that type who would demonstrate for better &lt;br /&gt;treatment for them, or anything - actually, I'm quite firm even with my own pets. But when I saw that, I started crying like a little baby &lt;br /&gt;and frankly, even now are tears dropping on my keyboard, such a sad picture it was. My parents were quite alarmed and mom tried to &lt;br /&gt;comfort me, saying that I don't have to worry about it, because the crawfish was so expensive nobody would want to buy it and it would live a happy peaceful life in the aquarium. There's no need to say that I started crying even harder and between sobbing I wailed that I'd rather let it die quickly, than live such a miserable life with its pincers tied.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, my parents managed to comfort me and take me away (if I'd been in their place, I would have already slapped such unbearable brat twice around the supermarket -__-;). We bought everything we needed and were just about to leave, but first we wanted to add some coins to one special money-box. It's a box in the shape of dog - it actually looks like a toy and the money always go on training of special dogs, which help blind people (I always add money there, saying somewhat grimly that I have to think for the future). Today, I went to give some money in as usual, but when I was finished and almost turning on my wheel to go home, I noticed that the toy-like doggie money-box was... lacking a tongue. It has always had a tongue - big black dog with a long red velvet tongue. But today the tongue was missing - someone has ripped it off or what, but it was simply gone. I started crying again and left, grieving over the malicious world we're living in (I was so busy with crying for the crawfish and doggie money-box, that I didn't have time to shed a single tear for hungry looking man in ragged clothes, who was selling newspaper in the corner, and apparently lacked home, love and one leg).&lt;br /&gt;Say, this must be stress or something.&lt;br /&gt;-__-;      &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-5038845?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5038845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5038845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_08_05_archive.html#5038845' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-5023684</id><published>2001-08-10T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-10T15:30:25.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I promised to tell you what happened on Wednesday and Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it started with Rurouni Kenshin. Dani-chan and I often translate (from English!) and subtitle various anime for MANGA CZ (personally, I enjoyed translating Utena most of all - translating is so much FUN! Much better than correcting someone else's translation, which is just what I'm doing now, grrrr!). Some week ago, guys from MANGA CZ called and asked Dani-chan to translate third and fourth part of Kenshin, because they wanted to screen this Thursday, during our regular club meeting. &lt;br /&gt;So Dani-chan translated Kenshin and on Wednesday evening we went to MATFYZ (the Faculty of Mathematics &amp; Physics) dorms, where most of the guys from MANGA CZ dwell, to do the necessary corrections and arrangements. These dorms are not far from my home - actually, Dani-chan and I have been there before and everytime we walked back to my house on foot, because the scenery is quite lovely. Naturally, I was looking forward to this journey back home, because it's always fun.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we arrived to the dorms at 7 PM. Shinji and Pirate (both quite adorable guys) were awaiting us. We sat down and started babbling - about anime, manga, Sailor Moon (Shinji doesn't like it, but Pirate does, it was him after all, who gave me all SM MP3s!) etc. We were also watching some J-Rock clips and discussing my upcoming university entrance exam (when Pirate learned I wanted to try for japanology, he lent me a wonderful book about Japan, which I find very helpful! Thanks, Pirate!^__^). Yeah, from time to time each one  of us said something like: "Now, we should really start with Kenshin." or "One last word and the we'll hop on Kenshin." Ha. But there was still plenty of time for Dani and me to sing SM opening (in German) to annoy Shinji (as if that was ever possible!) or arguing why Ranma 1/2 is/or isn't one of the best manga ever! (I think it is.) At 9.30 PM, we were all drinking tea and discussing dieseases, how old each of us was when we got pneumonia (I gues I was the youngest), what was it like when Pirate had broken his arm and leg in a car crash and such things, but the disc with translated Kenshin was still lying idly on the table. &lt;br /&gt;It could be about 10.15 PM when we suddenly broke the spell and actually started working. I think I've already mentioned that correctiong someone's translation is the worst of all sufferings, but it simply had to be done. So we went correcting and fighting over &lt;br /&gt;each sentence and before we finished part three, it was already midnight and time for Dani-chan and I to go, because I promised to be home at 1 AM. Poor Shini and Pirate were left to check the rest alone.&lt;br /&gt;Because it was very dark and we didn't feel like walking our usual way, which may be lovely in broad daylight, but pretty scary in &lt;br /&gt;darkness, Dani-chan and I decided to walk some 15 minutes to the nearest tram station and then go by tram. Unfortunately, last tram &lt;br /&gt;was just setting off at the time we arrived to the station, and the next one should have arrived in 40 minutes, so we decided to go on &lt;br /&gt;foot and follow the track. We were both pretty tired and hungry, but the image of two full bowls of ramen with shrimp (which I've been &lt;br /&gt;sparing for special opportunity) were keeping us going... or sprinting, to be more accuarte. After some time, we climbed the hill &lt;br /&gt;and went to the nearest station, only to learn that no tram would come before 1 AM. So we braced ourselves and walked the rest of the journey on foot... which wasn't very comfortable, not talking about safety. Streets and alleys are full of eeeevil today. &lt;br /&gt;But hey, we managed to get home before 1.15 AM and while Dani-chan was taking a shower, I went straight to kitchen and started &lt;br /&gt;prepairing our beloved ramen... &lt;br /&gt;That is - surely would have started, if there had been ANY ramen! To my greatest despair, I found out that everything was simply gone. I really don't know how it is  possible, but... it was really gone. With my last strenght, I cooked us a chicken soup with noodles and then we stumbled to bed (though not into the same ^__~).&lt;br /&gt;The next day (we slept until 2 PM) was the screening. The beginning was set on 6 PM, so we spent the time installing Might &amp; Magic to my computer (his name's Tatewaki). Well, guess what. Windows 2000 simply wasn't able to make it run. &gt;__&lt; (Today I installed it to my mom's computer, which is the only one computer in the house still using Windows 98) and it worked. My first group of warriors is all-girls; I have Makoto the Knight, Minako the Ranger, Ami the Cleric and Rei the Sorceress. Minako and Rei are Elves, but I guess it doesn't mind, ne?) But that's not really important.&lt;br /&gt;At 6 PM, we were at our club's place (actually, the building belongs to the Club of Young Technics &amp; Mensa members, but we can meet here, which is great, because it's located in a beautiful part of Prague - right at the bank of Vltava river,surrounded by little pubs and wonderful old buildings - well, the Old town - the architecture isreally stunning... and I almost forgot to mention the wonderful view &lt;br /&gt;- one can see Prague's castle and St. Vitus cathedral). Shinji and Pirate weren't. They came after half an hour, both looking visibly &lt;br /&gt;exhausted. After minor technological difficulties, the production started.&lt;br /&gt;The first episode was alright... though the subtitles weren't Czech, but Slovakai (which didn't really matter, because these two languages are very similar... though I admit it's a little more difficult for me to understand, because when Czechoslovakia parted in 1993 and two independent republics were created, I was only 11 years old, so I've already lost some of the ability to speak Slovakai). Second episode was the same and when we asked why, we weren't really given any response. Then the third part came, the one we were suffering over, fighting over each word and every stupid sentence...&lt;br /&gt;It was just as gone as my ramen. I really don't know why, but these guys just used the subtitles in the very same form they had been &lt;br /&gt;before correction. Dani-chan didn't have the nerves to watch it and bear the criticism that would surely be aimed at her (for translating &lt;br /&gt;it that way and not correcting the historical details and stuff), so we left. -__-;&lt;br /&gt;The journey back was pleasant, though, because we walked along the river bank and cute little sailor pubs and ships for sightseeing and babbled about our usual things. Dani-chan the went home (she's currently playing Pokemon, so she had to train her little beasts ^__^) and I returned to my ramenless house. &lt;br /&gt;When I told my mom about the whole incident, she just shurrged and showed me tons of ramen, hidden behind some stupid boxes with salt and coffee. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, I admit it. I suck.&lt;br /&gt;And I need new glasses, too. &lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Now, now. It wasn't THAT tragical, you see. &lt;br /&gt;But crazy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, it's so late. Tomorrow there's a little family celebration, so I have to be fit.&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more of MidnightZero's stories. &lt;br /&gt;Oyasumi nasai!     &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-5023684?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5023684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5023684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_08_05_archive.html#5023684' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-5003172</id><published>2001-08-09T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-09T14:32:46.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> Ack! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll perhaps tell you what happened yesterday and today... but not now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally groggy.&lt;br /&gt;No, nothing THAT tragical... but for sure exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;Seeya in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The guestbook is repaired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-5003172?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5003172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/5003172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_08_05_archive.html#5003172' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-4974876</id><published>2001-08-08T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-08T05:49:05.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, I forgot to mention - finally I made myself to provide a guestbook, so if you wanted to write condlences... here you go! ^__^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-4974876?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/4974876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/4974876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_08_05_archive.html#4974876' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-4974578</id><published>2001-08-08T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-08T05:23:54.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We're having out pipeline repaired, so there's no water until 4 PM! Damn, there's nothing I'd like more now than... water. Tons of cold, fresh water, because the summer heat is unbearable and I feel all sticky and icky (hope you all shudder ^__^). &lt;br /&gt;And what is more... my tummy feels really funny. I only wonder... were these mushrooms I cooked REALLY edible? I picked them myself, so... I wouldn't put my hand into fire for that. -__-;&lt;br /&gt;And why have I turned into such a brainless whinny since I have this blog!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-4974578?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/4974578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/4974578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_08_05_archive.html#4974578' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-4959697</id><published>2001-08-07T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-07T10:40:10.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I created this list of things I simply have to do before the end of summer holiday (which is until September 1st; BTW, my birthday- presents welcomed! ^___^).&lt;br /&gt;In order of importance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finish this stupid summer job I got. -__-;&lt;br /&gt;2. Prepare at least half of the topics for English, Czech, History and Geography graduation exams.&lt;br /&gt;3. Study for university entrance exam - that is, prepare complete survey on Japan from every possible point of view (historical, economical, cultural, etc.etc.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Draw some 5 or 6 pages of my online manga, so that I had something to start the project with.&lt;br /&gt;5. Write these profiles for Utena website, which I run with my friends. &lt;br /&gt;6. Upadte my own godforgotten website.&lt;br /&gt;7. Re-read my German textbook, if I don't want look as a complete idiot in September.&lt;br /&gt;8. Wipe the dust off my kanji, reason see above.&lt;br /&gt;9. Lose some weight, because I have no desire to be the only chubby girl (again!) attending our swimming lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. I'm really busy, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-4959697?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/4959697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/4959697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_08_05_archive.html#4959697' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-4956114</id><published>2001-08-07T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-07T06:50:01.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished one very troublesome part of the translation I'm correcting. Man, I don't understand why our publishery hires translators who cannot TRANSLATE!? I'm giving up - this part will be either seen by real professional, who actually UNDERSTANDS the topic, or I won't permit being signed on the back cover as a corrector. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I had enough for today. I'm going to browse a little and then, perhaps, make some nice yaoi wallpaper. And finally play Princess Maker.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-4956114?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/4956114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/4956114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_08_05_archive.html#4956114' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-4935818</id><published>2001-08-06T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-06T06:43:14.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;No Princess Maker after all. I spent the night chatting with Eudial, Zoi-chan and Myrna-chan. (I love you, girls! ^_^) I went to bed at &lt;br /&gt;2 AM, which is no big deal in summer, but quite a bother when you should wake up early, because there's a work waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I swore to myself I would wake up at worst at 10 AM and start working immediately, so that I had everything done before theend of the week and therefore could devote myself entirely to such pleasures as playing &lt;i&gt;Might &amp; Magic VI &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Princess Maker 2 &lt;/i&gt;or writing silly stuff along with Dani-chan (and yeah, also studying for upcoming graduation exam and university entrance exam, dammit).&lt;br /&gt;But nooooo, today I woke up at 1.30 PM and already managed to have a cold shower (hate summer heat, hate!), brush my teeth, wolf down unbelieveable amount of food, have a looong phone conversation with Dani-chan, read some magazines and re-read &lt;i&gt;Lady of the Lake&lt;/i&gt; by Andrzej Sapkowski...&lt;br /&gt;Some five minutes ago I was looking at the tremendous mountains of papers I have to take care of and no, it didn't get lower during the night, as I was half-expecting. Dammit, this is the trouble with working at home, there's nobody to yell over you and making you work. At the top of everything, my mom is out of town for a few days, so I have to cook for my ever-hungry daddy and do the whole cleaning by myself. Which reminds me I'd better be going.&lt;br /&gt;*switching myself to housework-mode*    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-4935818?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/4935818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/4935818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_08_05_archive.html#4935818' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3099135.post-4924303</id><published>2001-08-05T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-05T14:32:27.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, this thing looks at least little more representative. &lt;br /&gt;It took me quite a long time (I'm no HTML genius,dammit ^_^;), but I think it was worth of it. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope I will have something worthwile to say... even though not many people will be reading this thing. I understand not EVERYBODY's crazy enough to read my silly ranting, above all written in miserable English (OK, maybe not really miserable, but certainly not as good as I'd like to... and as it should be, according to all these expensive private lessons I've taken! Viva British Council!). But for the few brave ones... I hope you'll have a good time. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;Now, Any's leaving to play Princess Maker 2.&lt;br /&gt;Bai bai!     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3099135-4924303?l=any.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/4924303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3099135/posts/default/4924303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any.blogspot.com/2001_08_05_archive.html#4924303' title=''/><author><name>Any</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365038011095529249</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></entry></feed>
