<?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-1841442648045109809</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:24:51.892-07:00</updated><category term='paper'/><category term='story'/><category term='fanfiction'/><category term='idea'/><category term='plot'/><category term='teh-crazeh-one'/><category term='stories'/><category term='greetings'/><title type='text'>My Secret Sanctuary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841442648045109809/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Janikka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359488587095374808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o9IxHb1krOM/Ss6_xY0wTVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LPvFoi5jTRE/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841442648045109809.post-1137808974014383000</id><published>2009-11-01T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:43:54.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deleted</title><content type='html'>Finally. I've deleted Turning Point of Life and One's Promise. That's two less stories to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only story I've got to worry about is Letting You Go, which will most likely end in like, 10 chapters or so. After that, I will probably do a couple of oneshots, and then quit FFN. I will continue writing stories in my other FFN account, which all you guys don't know. SUCKERS! Kidding! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;She loves you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Janikka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841442648045109809-1137808974014383000?l=teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com/feeds/1137808974014383000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841442648045109809&amp;postID=1137808974014383000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841442648045109809/posts/default/1137808974014383000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841442648045109809/posts/default/1137808974014383000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/deleted.html' title='Deleted'/><author><name>Janikka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359488587095374808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o9IxHb1krOM/Ss6_xY0wTVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LPvFoi5jTRE/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841442648045109809.post-5424416669107546790</id><published>2009-10-23T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T02:39:20.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Point of Life</title><content type='html'>I've really considered deleting Turning Point of Life on FFN. I haven't had any inspiration for it at all. I don't even know why I adopted it in the first place. Not that it's a boring story, because God knows how many people likes that story. But, it's just that... I don't know how to continue it. You get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. I'm really really tempted to delete TPOL, because if I do, then that's a plus for me because my work would lessen. I have a huge exam in 11 days, and I have to study like crazy. So yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another secret account. TAA-DAA! Yes. I do. I won't tell you the penname because duhh! It's a secret account!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is empty right now. I can hardly form words in my head. But there you go. I'm still able to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta say goodbye now. I'm babbling. Being random again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;She loves you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Janikka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841442648045109809-5424416669107546790?l=teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com/feeds/5424416669107546790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841442648045109809&amp;postID=5424416669107546790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841442648045109809/posts/default/5424416669107546790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841442648045109809/posts/default/5424416669107546790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/turning-point-of-life.html' title='Turning Point of Life'/><author><name>Janikka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359488587095374808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o9IxHb1krOM/Ss6_xY0wTVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LPvFoi5jTRE/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841442648045109809.post-539192914101577435</id><published>2009-10-19T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:40:12.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick of being the nice one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's right! I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Since like, how many months ago, I've had a.... misunderstanding with an internet friend. I'm not going to name her, though those who knows me might know. Oh shoot. I just gave away her gender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But anyway! We had a one-sided fight. She started ignoring me, right? I don't have a &lt;i&gt;clue &lt;/i&gt;on what I did wrong. I tried how many ways to talk to her, but she still ignored me. On MSN, she flippin' blocked me. A lot of my internet friends are her friends as well, so once, when we had a huge convo, she was 'offline' to me. At first, I thought she was just 'appear offline', but when I asked a friend whether she was online to them, they said that she was online. So I came to a conclusion that she blocked me. Or deleted me. Either way, I was hurt. I didn't even know what I did to her, and now she's being mean to me? I tried messaging her in Facebook, saying that even though I don't know what I did, I was sorry. I told her to forgive me and stuff, but what did I get in return? That's right! She &lt;i&gt;deleted &lt;/i&gt;me in Facebook as well! I've been asking my friends to ask her what I did wrong, because if I just &lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; what I did, then maybe I'd accept that our friendship was over. But I don't know. To this date, I'm still wondering why she started ignoring me. God. I hope she reads this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seriously. I've been trying, &lt;i&gt;trying &lt;/i&gt;to talk to her in numerous ways. For months, I've been hoping that we would be back to being friends again. In our group convos with our mutual friends, I've been trying to talk to her, but she keeps on ignoring me! I tried talking to her by reviewing her fics. I have! When she first review-replied, I was so happy, I couldn't contain my happiness. I'm serious, I was at the edge of my seat, giggling like an idiot. I thought that &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt;, we would be back to being friends again. That &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt;, our mutual friends wouldn't be worried about us not being friends anymore. That &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt;, this worry over fighting with her would be over. But I thought wrong. Whenever she review-replies, it always seems like she's being forced to do it, so I don't even bother to PM her back, because I'd be wasting my time. And don't you dare tell me that I should've PM'ed her, because I &lt;i&gt;know &lt;/i&gt;that she won't reply. I guarantee you she won't reply. She hates me that much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So the hope of being friends with her was shattered once again. In my FFN profile, I included her in my friend's list, saying that 'I still consider her my friend', because back then, i &lt;i&gt;did &lt;/i&gt;consider her as my friend. But now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm tired of always being the nice one, always having to make peace on the fights that I didn't even start. I'm tired of always having to say sorry when I haven't done anything wrong. I'm tired. I'm just tired. I deleted her in my friend's list in my FFN profile. Every time I see her penname &lt;i&gt;or &lt;/i&gt;even her name in FFN, I always have to cringe. She had that effect on me. I used to really like her as my friend. But now I realized what her personality truly is. You know what? I don't even care if I'm not her friend anymore. I'm done. I've done my part on trying to make this friendship work. I'm DONE trying to apologize. Because it seems like every time I apologize, it falls on deaf ears. Or, in this case, it falls on... a blind eye? LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But yeah. If you're reading this, xxxxx, I don't want you to feel bad. Maybe I &lt;i&gt;have &lt;/i&gt;done something terribly wrong, and you just suddenly wanted to be a bitch to me. Or, maybe, you just plainly hated me, or you found me annoying. I don't know. But either way, I consider our friendship as if it never even took place. No, actually, I can't pretend that it didn't, because that would always be a scar to me. That would always hurt every time I think about it. That would most likely be a trauma to me. I don't know. Maybe I'm overreacting. But heck, if you would have just told me what I did wrong, then maybe I'd have left you alone. Not hassle you on forgiving me, which most likely made you hate me more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Guys, I'm not asking for pity here. God, that's the last thing I want. I just want to share my thoughts. That's what a blog is for, right? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have a good day, everyone! And sorry about rambling on you like that. It's selfish, I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She loves you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Janikka.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841442648045109809-539192914101577435?l=teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com/feeds/539192914101577435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841442648045109809&amp;postID=539192914101577435&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841442648045109809/posts/default/539192914101577435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841442648045109809/posts/default/539192914101577435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-sick-of-being-nice-one.html' title='I&apos;m sick of being the nice one'/><author><name>Janikka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359488587095374808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o9IxHb1krOM/Ss6_xY0wTVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LPvFoi5jTRE/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841442648045109809.post-6829887091191970389</id><published>2009-10-17T01:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T02:00:18.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My type in a guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This might be a weird subject to talk about, but I just want to put it out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here's a list of things that I like in a guy's attitude:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Smart, but not super smart. Just smart enough to know that a pie is equals 3.14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kind. Or nice. It's the same thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Humble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sense of humour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And last but not least, he has to be a Christian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now here's a list on what I like about a guy's appearance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Glasses. &lt;i&gt;Sometimes&lt;/i&gt;, they just look plain hot in a guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Earrings. Oh, that just completes the &lt;i&gt;'bad boy' &lt;/i&gt;look! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A smile that could light up a whole town. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Great sense of fashion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not too skinny and not &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;fat. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Plays basketball. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's a list of my &lt;i&gt;possible &lt;/i&gt;dream guy. It's quite impossible to find a guy that fits all the requirement, but hey, no one will get hurt if I keep on looking, right? Well, I &lt;i&gt;hope &lt;/i&gt;no one will get hurt if I keep on looking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But anyway! I just want to put it out there that there's a list of things that I want to be in a guy's attitude and appearance. It's asking a lot, I know. I'm very demanding, I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS. &lt;/b&gt;My friend, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;sakuraheartz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, has this hater. Her hater sent her a hate mail &lt;i&gt;((Go to www(dot)sakuraheartz(dot)blogspot(dot)com to know more. It's under May2009, alright?))&lt;/i&gt;, and the ironic thing is, her hater have her on their favorite author's list. I mean, she's the only author that's there. Ain't that kinda funny? But anyway, to &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;TG-Alice14&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;well, you have a very messed up mind, gurl. What kind of person goes around, telling authors that they suck, and then putting them on their favorite authors? Seriously. Who? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She loves you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Janikka.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841442648045109809-6829887091191970389?l=teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com/feeds/6829887091191970389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841442648045109809&amp;postID=6829887091191970389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841442648045109809/posts/default/6829887091191970389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841442648045109809/posts/default/6829887091191970389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-type-in-guy.html' title='My type in a guy'/><author><name>Janikka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359488587095374808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o9IxHb1krOM/Ss6_xY0wTVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LPvFoi5jTRE/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841442648045109809.post-130288960939610228</id><published>2009-10-16T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T00:01:17.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Zealanders hates Aussies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yuh-huh! That's right! We do hate Aussies, for some reason. An example of how we express our hatred?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, when I was in French class, the teacher were like, telling us how to say our nationality, right? So like, she said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Okay. French. How to say French is Françoise for girls, but François for boys. For feminine, you put 'e' at the end, and blah blah blah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then she's like, "Americans? You guys want me to tell you  how to say 'American' in French?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And even though we didn't have any American in our class, we were just like, "Yeah yeah. Put that up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;((I don't have my French book with me, and I forgot how to say 'American' in French, so like, I'm not even gonna try guessing.))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So the teacher said how to say it in French. And yeah, we wrote it down in our books. And then the teacher was like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"You guys want me to put how to say 'Australian' in French?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And we were all like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Hell no!! We don't have any &lt;i&gt;Aussies  &lt;/i&gt;in here!" &lt;i&gt;((emphasis on 'Aussies'.))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The teacher just laughed but she told us how to say it in French anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Australienne for girls, and Australien for guys. In some cases, for masculine, you have to take away the 'n' &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; 'e'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But yeah, we were all like, "But we don't have any Aussies here!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Haha. We hate Australians. We even have a joke book about how Australians are stupid. The funny part? My sister's boyfriend is Australian. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She loves you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Janikka.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841442648045109809-130288960939610228?l=teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com/feeds/130288960939610228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841442648045109809&amp;postID=130288960939610228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841442648045109809/posts/default/130288960939610228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841442648045109809/posts/default/130288960939610228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-zealanders-hates-aussies.html' title='New Zealanders hates Aussies'/><author><name>Janikka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359488587095374808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o9IxHb1krOM/Ss6_xY0wTVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LPvFoi5jTRE/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841442648045109809.post-1427120088171085398</id><published>2009-10-13T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:49:48.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak peek -- "10 Interesting Facts"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a sneak peek on my soon-to-be-newest story, "10 Interesting Facts". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"My favorite flower is water lily."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Don't laugh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I'm not laughing!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Yes you are! I can see your face! It looks like you're constipated!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I will post the story somewhere next next week. Hopefully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She loves you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Janikka&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841442648045109809-1427120088171085398?l=teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com/feeds/1427120088171085398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841442648045109809&amp;postID=1427120088171085398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841442648045109809/posts/default/1427120088171085398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841442648045109809/posts/default/1427120088171085398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/sneak-peek-10-interesting-facts.html' title='Sneak peek -- &quot;10 Interesting Facts&quot;'/><author><name>Janikka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359488587095374808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o9IxHb1krOM/Ss6_xY0wTVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LPvFoi5jTRE/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841442648045109809.post-3848394103364482442</id><published>2009-10-10T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:34:03.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Done and dusted</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of a new story to post in FFN. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've done the brainstorming, and all that's left to do is get off my lazy bum and write it. I'm practically done, since the brainstorm is practically the whole story. I just need to connect it all up. But anyway, it's called, &lt;i&gt;"10 Interesting Facts"&lt;/i&gt;. I won't give away any spoilers. Except for this: the story will start in a club. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much of a give away, is it? Exactly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, if you author alerted me on FFN, then I think you're gonna get a notification about teh-crazeh-one posting a new story. It's a oneshot, by the way. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you'll like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still alive!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;She loves you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Janikka&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841442648045109809-3848394103364482442?l=teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com/feeds/3848394103364482442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841442648045109809&amp;postID=3848394103364482442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841442648045109809/posts/default/3848394103364482442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841442648045109809/posts/default/3848394103364482442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/done-and-dusted.html' title='Done and dusted'/><author><name>Janikka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359488587095374808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o9IxHb1krOM/Ss6_xY0wTVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LPvFoi5jTRE/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841442648045109809.post-5001283158533608676</id><published>2009-10-08T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:43:03.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just to tell you guys, that I am still working on my fics, even though it seems like I'm dead, given that I haven't updated any huge fics lately. But I &lt;i&gt;am &lt;/i&gt;working on my fics. One word at a time. No, just kidding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lately I've been really busy and distracted. Even though it's the holidays, I know, but I'm just... somewhat, busier than schooldays. I don't know why, but I am. And my mind is all over the place. Everyday, I think of a new plot but I can't be bothered to write it on paper. It's a curse, I tell you! My mind keeps on giving me great, original ideas, but my body won't obey me to get a pen and paper. What's up with that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But anyway, I'm just here to tell you that I &lt;i&gt;am &lt;/i&gt;working on my ridiculously overdue fics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She loves you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Janikka&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841442648045109809-5001283158533608676?l=teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com/feeds/5001283158533608676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841442648045109809&amp;postID=5001283158533608676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841442648045109809/posts/default/5001283158533608676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841442648045109809/posts/default/5001283158533608676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-alive.html' title='I am alive!'/><author><name>Janikka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359488587095374808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o9IxHb1krOM/Ss6_xY0wTVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LPvFoi5jTRE/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841442648045109809.post-3724346114624622645</id><published>2009-10-06T04:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T04:42:18.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plot'/><title type='text'>Plots are always hard to express on paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What I hate about coming up with ideas is that I never get to put it in words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For example, my idea is to have Natsume as a farmer &lt;i&gt;(this is supposed to be my story for Hilaire's contest) &lt;/i&gt;and Mikan suddenly gets stranded in front of his farm because her gas ran out. So she asks Natsume for help. Problem is, Mikan is an English-speaking girl, who just went to Japan for a vacation. And since Natsume didn't speak to her when she asked if he would help her, she assumed that he doesn't speak English. This amuses Natsume, so he played along. He pretended to not understand her, when in truth, he can fluently speak English, since he spent 8 years studying in America. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Somehow&lt;i&gt; (I haven't thought of how yet)&lt;/i&gt;, they worked out a deal that Mikan would stay in his farmhouse until help would come&lt;i&gt; (btw, Natsume's farm is like, way far out of the main highway, so not that many cars pass through, and Mikan forgot her phone at home. How ironic)&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mikan stays at Natsume's house, without speaking one word, since it would be no use because Natsume wouldn't understand it. Natsume didn't speak either, since he wanted her to think that he didn't understand her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Soon, Mikan falls in love with Natsume, and gives an effort on learning Japanese, so that she could communicate with him. Every now and then, Natsume would catch her holding an 'English-Japanese dictionary'. Soon, Mikan would speak little Japanese to Natsume. Words like,&lt;i&gt; "Goodnight, Goodmorning, thank you, no, yes and how are you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After a while &lt;i&gt;(like, chapter 5 of the story, I guess)&lt;/i&gt;, someone finally showed up in the farm, saying that they're there to rescue Mikan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mikan didn't want to go, since she has fallen in love with the raven-haired boy, but since she wasn't sure what he felt towards her, she went home, thinking that Natsume doesn't have any feelings towards her whatsoever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gahh! I don't know. That's the plot so far, but it'll be a hard story to write. I mean, things like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hi. I'm Mikan, sorry. I ran out of gas and I was wondering if you would help me." Mikan said in English. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah. Those 'she said in English/Japanese' stuff is kinda annoying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway! My point of this post is.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To tell you that plots are hard to write!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No. Actually, that's not my point at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I forgot what my point is, actually. It escaped my mind when I was writing out the plot. Unfair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah. I'm going to say goodbye for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She loves you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Janikka&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841442648045109809-3724346114624622645?l=teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com/feeds/3724346114624622645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841442648045109809&amp;postID=3724346114624622645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841442648045109809/posts/default/3724346114624622645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841442648045109809/posts/default/3724346114624622645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/plots-are-always-hard-to-express-on.html' title='Plots are always hard to express on paper'/><author><name>Janikka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359488587095374808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o9IxHb1krOM/Ss6_xY0wTVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LPvFoi5jTRE/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841442648045109809.post-5232867652928432376</id><published>2009-10-03T05:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T04:06:50.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay. So earlier this day, I logged in to my Friendster account. I had three comments. One of them was this guy &lt;i&gt;(my childhood friend) &lt;/i&gt;and he's all like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"grabhe man pics mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; nakakainlab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; mustah man jan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; sabi ni dustin crx ka na nya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; take care"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Haha. For translation, here it is (it's not exact, since I don't know how to translate it):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;"You're pics are so lovely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; It's worth being in love for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt; hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt; how are you there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt; Dustin said that you're already his crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt; hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt; take care"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Ain't that just weird? It's also flattering. I mean, a guy saying those things? Who ain't gonna be flattered? By the way, I haven't seen or talked to that guy in 3 and a half years. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Oh and, Dustin is this guy who suddenly added me in Friendster, and is apparently a friend of the guy who gave me the comment. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;A couple of guys asked me for my number in Friendster too. Bwahahaha! That's just weird! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Bye bye for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;She loves you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Janikka&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841442648045109809-5232867652928432376?l=teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com/feeds/5232867652928432376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841442648045109809&amp;postID=5232867652928432376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841442648045109809/posts/default/5232867652928432376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841442648045109809/posts/default/5232867652928432376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/friendster.html' title='Friendster'/><author><name>Janikka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359488587095374808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o9IxHb1krOM/Ss6_xY0wTVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LPvFoi5jTRE/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841442648045109809.post-7536363882311711402</id><published>2009-10-03T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T04:03:33.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teh-crazeh-one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greetings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfiction'/><title type='text'>Greetings</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You being here must mean that you're bored. Am I right? Yes. Of course I am! I'm always right! Hahaha. Just kidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who knows me, you might know that my name is Janica. For those of you who &lt;i&gt;doesn't&lt;/i&gt; know me, well, the name's Janica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe you're here because you clicked 'homepage' on my profile in fanfiction.net. Well, as you might know, my penname there is teh-crazeh-one. Why I chose that penname, is simply because I am crazy. Not in a 'mental-hospital' kinda crazy, but crazy in a way that I laugh at everything I see. You can ask my real life friends for reference. They'd all say I'm crazy - to the bone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I've finally stopped being lazy ((for now)) and created this blog. It's been a long, long time since I've wanted to create this blog, but every time I think of making one, my lazy ass gets in the way! But now, since I'm so bored, I thought of making a blog for real. And here I am! Horahh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this blog, I will post my life experiences, my ideas for stories, and my updates. I hope that I won't bore you. I'm trying to make this blog as interesting as I can, thank you very much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, I will bid farewell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;She loves you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Janikka&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841442648045109809-7536363882311711402?l=teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com/feeds/7536363882311711402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841442648045109809&amp;postID=7536363882311711402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841442648045109809/posts/default/7536363882311711402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841442648045109809/posts/default/7536363882311711402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teh-crazeh-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/greetings.html' title='Greetings'/><author><name>Janikka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359488587095374808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o9IxHb1krOM/Ss6_xY0wTVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LPvFoi5jTRE/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
