<?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-5568748650703192303</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:27:09.705-07:00</updated><category term='waT updates'/><category term='Introduction'/><category term='Life Stuffs'/><category term='Writings'/><category term='Inspirations'/><category term='Entertainments'/><title type='text'>the fantastic world of mine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aqiela Vollfied Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491057832424829244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Se14oAdIIUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XDXAQocArVE/S220/DSC03391+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568748650703192303.post-6484285073673870323</id><published>2009-04-29T07:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T07:27:48.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Stuffs'/><title type='text'>Holiday is about to get over</title><content type='html'>The last day of my holiday is this only one day!!! OH NO!! I dont want to go to school!! Lots and Lots of tasks are waiting in the front!!! BAD DAYS ARE ABOUT TO COME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5568748650703192303-6484285073673870323?l=aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/feeds/6484285073673870323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/2009/04/holiday-is-about-to-get-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default/6484285073673870323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default/6484285073673870323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/2009/04/holiday-is-about-to-get-over.html' title='Holiday is about to get over'/><author><name>Aqiela Vollfied Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491057832424829244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Se14oAdIIUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XDXAQocArVE/S220/DSC03391+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568748650703192303.post-1799057349913349984</id><published>2009-04-27T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T05:17:50.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Stuffs'/><title type='text'>unexpected</title><content type='html'>At least my new Japanese class started, after being delayed about 3 months. There is another surprising story here. So, where from should I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; having a Japanese course at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LBUI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pamulang&lt;/span&gt;. Actually, Ive been coursing there since September and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; already done with a level. Due to the less people who want to join the next level class problem, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LBUI&lt;/span&gt; decided to delay the next level class and I was told to wait for the class &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;which's&lt;/span&gt; one level behind me. After about 3 months waiting, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LBUI&lt;/span&gt; called me back and again asked me to join the next level class. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; refuse, but the day is now quite different. I used to have the class on Saturday but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; having it now on Monday and Wednesday at a half to seven P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my new next level class there. At 6 P.M, after doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;salat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Maghrib&lt;/span&gt;, my father took me there. Because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; paid the administration yet, so after arriving there I paid the administration first. While paying, Ive done a chat with the administrator, beside I was so bored at that time.&lt;br /&gt;" how many student had signed up?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;" 7 had, but but only 2 have paid. One named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Galuh&lt;/span&gt;." the administrator answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Galuh&lt;/span&gt;? A girl? Glad, one girl in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh, how about their age, is there anybody in the same age with me?" I asked again to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;" Yes, named Z**** ( I actually forgot her name), she moved from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;LBUI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ciputat&lt;/span&gt;. Well, actually she's not in the same age with you, she was born at 1989." the administrator explained.&lt;br /&gt;" Oh, I see. Who is the teacher then?" another question came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you have to get ready with the most shocking, speechless, indescribable answer ever!! Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;DEDEH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;SENSEI&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat&lt;/span&gt;?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Dedeh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Sensei&lt;/span&gt;? She is my school teacher!! No way! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Dedeh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Sensei&lt;/span&gt;? The one who teach at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;LBUI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ciputat&lt;/span&gt; too?" I'd known before that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;dedeh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;sensei&lt;/span&gt; teaches at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;LBUI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Ciputat&lt;/span&gt; from the other one administrator who used to be at the administration table every Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Dedeh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Sensei&lt;/span&gt;? The one who has long hair? The one whose home is at Villa Dago" I described.&lt;br /&gt;" I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know exactly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; new here. I called her, she said she would come late because she has to go to the doctor first. She said she's ill." she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me more sure about the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;dedeh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;sensei&lt;/span&gt;, because Dendeh Sensei told me before that she's ill. Oh no!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It seems like its the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Dedeh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Sensei&lt;/span&gt;" I defenselessly told her.&lt;br /&gt;" Really? Who knows if she is going to be the different one." she tried to calm me down.&lt;br /&gt;" Yea, I hope so." I said.&lt;br /&gt;" Wait, Ill call her again." she picked up the phone and dialed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Dedeh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Sensei&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time she asked a man keeper ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Idk&lt;/span&gt; how to call it), "where does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Dedeh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Sensei&lt;/span&gt; live at?"&lt;br /&gt;"At &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Pamulang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Dua&lt;/span&gt;." he answered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Pamulang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Dua&lt;/span&gt;" she murmured at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, so its not the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Dedeh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Sensei&lt;/span&gt;." I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;felt relieved&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Glad me!&lt;br /&gt;But I started to think, maybe It will be better to be taught by her rather than a new teacher. I wont have to introduce myself anymore if she is the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;sensei&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But in the other hand, still, I hoped for a different one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes after, people started to come to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;LBUI&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, they are students of my class.&lt;br /&gt;And when I looked out the door, I saw somebody familiar. When I looked more &lt;span id="selected"&gt;intense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt;, I figured out who that person was. That person was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;GALUH&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;galuh&lt;/span&gt; from the same school of mine!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Galuh&lt;/span&gt; who liked Sara, my classmate!! So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;galuh&lt;/span&gt; whom the administrator was telling about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; a girl!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its&lt;/span&gt; a boy, and I knew him even though not personally!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By staying cool, I waited until 8 o'clock and finally the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;SENSEI&lt;/span&gt; came bringing her two little child.&lt;br /&gt;GUEST WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, she's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;DEDEH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;SENSEI&lt;/span&gt; my school teacher, whose hair is long, whose home at Villa Dago, and the one who's ill!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the class started. Glad she did recognize me. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; that bad having the same teacher I thought.&lt;br /&gt;7 person gathered in my new class. It was quite interesting, but the class was more filled by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;Dedeh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Sensei's&lt;/span&gt; twaddles as usual. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. And still the same system of teaching used by her, yes it is THE MORE HOMEWORK YOU GIVE TO YOUR STUDENTS, THE MORE HAPPINESS YOU'LL GET! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; her theory. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; my long long long (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) another unexpected story for today. Hope there is something that I could learn from this experience. And I also hope I wont get bored with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;Dedeh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Sensei&lt;/span&gt;, because starting from now I'll meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; 3 times a week. Hope you wont either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;Dedeh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;Sensei&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5568748650703192303-1799057349913349984?l=aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/feeds/1799057349913349984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/2009/04/unexpected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default/1799057349913349984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default/1799057349913349984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/2009/04/unexpected.html' title='unexpected'/><author><name>Aqiela Vollfied Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491057832424829244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Se14oAdIIUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XDXAQocArVE/S220/DSC03391+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568748650703192303.post-4219843853466355291</id><published>2009-04-25T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T05:45:09.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainments'/><title type='text'>YUI's New PV!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MICROS%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MICROS%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MICROS%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IqcY-iYdhmQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IqcY-iYdhmQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! Ive been waiting for this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;At least YUI published her new single titled AGAIN!! OMG, Im so excited for this!!&lt;br /&gt;After months taking a break from Music she'd finally released the new PV!&lt;br /&gt;The song genre is seemingly rock, but still as usual she puts some 'YUI's taste' inside of the song.&lt;br /&gt;And another thing that made me driving so excited about is this new single is featured as FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST BROTHERHOOD 1st opening and animax is broadcasting it!&lt;br /&gt;About the PV, in my opinion, she looks so cool as usual and there is something different Ive noticed about her. Its her hair. Her hair is longer. She looks more beautiful with that long hair. Although she looks great in the PV but the PV is more like 'YUI centered' which I dont really like about. I still like it though, but still not the best PV for me. But nice job YUI!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, one more thing. She wore a grey jacket. She oftenly wears a grey jacket and she looks cool in that. That have made me want to buy a grey jacket too. Does somebody have a suggestion where to buy a not expensive but high-quality jacket?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5568748650703192303-4219843853466355291?l=aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/feeds/4219843853466355291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/2009/04/yuis-new-pv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default/4219843853466355291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default/4219843853466355291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/2009/04/yuis-new-pv.html' title='YUI&apos;s New PV!!!!'/><author><name>Aqiela Vollfied Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491057832424829244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Se14oAdIIUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XDXAQocArVE/S220/DSC03391+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568748650703192303.post-8611777065709987629</id><published>2009-04-17T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T04:51:50.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Stuffs'/><title type='text'>Competition Day</title><content type='html'>A day before the competition day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One message received&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:08*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cha&lt;/span&gt;, we have to gather at school at 6 in the morning for the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Whaaaaaaaaaaaat&lt;/span&gt;? 6 in the morning? Really? What kind of competition will start that early?" said I to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Me who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; yet sure about the time and worrying if my friend heard wrong information-asked my other friend.&lt;br /&gt;" Bi (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bianda&lt;/span&gt; is her name), is it true we have to come at 6 straight in the morning?" I sent a message.&lt;br /&gt;" yes, its true and have to come on time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; come late!" She replayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurriedly told my mother about this, and she said, " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; worry, Your father will take you!" Glad me then.&lt;br /&gt;This happened in the afternoon when I arrived home a day before the competition day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the night...&lt;br /&gt;I woke up from my nice nap at a half to seven.&lt;br /&gt;Ive told to myself, "This is the last day for you to work out about the Geo Science thingy. Yes, yes, I do realize that! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; worry Ill study!"&lt;br /&gt;Just for you to know, in the 2 weeks length after being told about the Geo Science competition, Ive never studied seriously! The intention did come somehow, but I cant afford to study! As I told you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; NOT INTERESTED IN THIS SUBJECT AT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; lets continue. After doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;shalat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Magrib&lt;/span&gt;, I went to my room, searched for my Geography book, opened it, and I started to read. I studied but unfortunately it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; last long. After about 30 minutes reading, I heard a sound came along from somewhere. I knew that sound! yea! Its a sound of the computer being on!&lt;br /&gt;"I want to play computer, yea I want to play" is the only word thought.&lt;br /&gt;But I have to study, so I stuck still in front of my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 minutes..2 minutes... 3 minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; done! I cant handle to stay here and read such a book that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; understand" finally I give up. I ran and took a seat in front of the computer. BROWSING BROWSING AND BROWSING!!! Ive been like stuck by a glue and unconscious in front of the computer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour..2hour..3hour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the time, NINE O' CLOCK!&lt;br /&gt;I was pale (no, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not that over). Every person in my house went in their room to have their sleep.&lt;br /&gt;OH NO!! I realized, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; studied yet! What is going to happen with me by tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Because everybody had slept, I also decided to have a sleep, but the problem is I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; studied.&lt;br /&gt;While brushing my teeth, I suddenly remembered, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; brother has an encyclopedia about earth, "aha,How if I just read that book, beside it ll be more interesting" I thought.&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my room and read that book all along the night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Kraaaaaaaang&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;the alarm woke me.&lt;br /&gt;I woke at a half to six! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. I wont bargain away my sleep time just because I have to come at 6 o clock to school. However I made it on time to school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; a super fast girl. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived there at school, only several students had gathered. Even teachers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; come!&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; surprised about this, Indonesian are like that. They never respect the time. (No, no, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not included there, well at least I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not. Or am I?. Well lets stop questioning. Just pretend like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; the good part of one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;I waited until 7 o clock, and on that time as well finally we departed. yea, 1 hour waiting turned my mood on. It even became worse when I knew we'll use an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ANGKOT&lt;/span&gt; to reach the competition place. Well its much better than if we have to ride a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;DELMAN&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;BECAK&lt;/span&gt; or even by feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, about 9 o'clock we all arrived at the place. Its in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;SMAN&lt;/span&gt; 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;CIKUPA&lt;/span&gt;. The place was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;sooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; not proper and........and I cant tell how worse it was.&lt;br /&gt;Well lets just jump to the Competition Started part.&lt;br /&gt;I entered the class of the Geo Science one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Pakde&lt;/span&gt; was in front of me, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Bianda&lt;/span&gt; was behind me. At about 9 the proctor distributed the Geo Science paper of questions. After about 1 minutes distributing the paper, the bell rang- signed the competition had started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the paper, looked at the question, and read it.&lt;br /&gt;number 1........&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt; I not quite sure about the answer, lets go to number two."&lt;br /&gt;number 2........&lt;br /&gt;"I think Ive read about this but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not sure"&lt;br /&gt;number 3.......&lt;br /&gt;"Well, does my book explain about this?"&lt;br /&gt;number 4........&lt;br /&gt;"have no idea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it happened continuously until the number100. The answers Ive known about even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;didnt &lt;/span&gt; reach a half of them. IMAGINE! IMAGINE, how crazy I was that time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;At the end there were about 9 questions unsolved by me, and I let those number blanked because of the deducting system. So, if I answer it wrongly, then my score will be deducted 1/2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the time ran out and finally Its over. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; done with my job here. FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;When I leaved the class with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Bianda&lt;/span&gt;, I asked her weather or not she could answer the questions. She defencelessly said, " Only several of them." Now, lets see how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Pakde&lt;/span&gt; reacted when he was asked the same question. "Its easy" he said. No wonder, he is an expert in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the very tiring long journey (lol) we finally went back school. Its better on that time because I didnt use angkot anymore. I used the school car which has air conditioners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so so and so tiring. Really! But Im happy with it. Ive got another "GREAT" experience in my life. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annoucement about the winner havent came out yet. However I still hope I'll win, eventhough its seemingly impossible. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5568748650703192303-8611777065709987629?l=aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/feeds/8611777065709987629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/2009/04/competition-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default/8611777065709987629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default/8611777065709987629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/2009/04/competition-day.html' title='Competition Day'/><author><name>Aqiela Vollfied Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491057832424829244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Se14oAdIIUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XDXAQocArVE/S220/DSC03391+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568748650703192303.post-5089913113950165194</id><published>2009-04-09T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T04:48:10.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainments'/><title type='text'>NHK</title><content type='html'>hey ya!&lt;br /&gt;how's your days? Mine is getting fine recently.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yea. Let me tell you my favorite TV channel ever. Yea, I know you knew it. Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NHK&lt;/span&gt;!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. For people who subscribe 'home cable TV' might know this channel, but its easy to see only a small part of people love this channel. I bet you will have no interest in watching this channel except if you are a Japan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Freak&lt;/span&gt; person. Even me who is categorized in a japan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;freak&lt;/span&gt; one, turn a half crazy every time watching it. Then how come I love this channel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd64LGMADRI/AAAAAAAAABg/mflfvo8o99w/s1600-h/nhk_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd64LGMADRI/AAAAAAAAABg/mflfvo8o99w/s320/nhk_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322894310377524498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Factually, Its a will for every Japan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;freaks&lt;/span&gt; to have one of Japan's channel in their own TV. They, well at least me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; care much about the difficulty in understanding the language because of considering that as a learning, and believe me I enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;Beside that, possibility in finding our favorite Japan singer/band in that channel is bigger. See, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;NHK&lt;/span&gt; has several Music Shows which is another reason why I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;NHK&lt;/span&gt; so much. In Wednesday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;NHK&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEDNESDAY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;JPOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Every week different singer performs in this show. The program is for about 50 minutes. But it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; mean the show is all about watching the singer singing. The show also tapes New Singles released in the week, Live performances, singer documentaries, and the week hit chart. I really enjoy watching it, especially if my favorite singers perform there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7O-LLZmjI/AAAAAAAAACI/OZIjzVJEyrs/s1600-h/cdj_snap02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7O-LLZmjI/AAAAAAAAACI/OZIjzVJEyrs/s320/cdj_snap02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322919377146321458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7JCWmDRsI/AAAAAAAAABo/mh6XRBqzBVY/s1600-h/v2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7JCWmDRsI/AAAAAAAAABo/mh6XRBqzBVY/s320/v2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322912851860604610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7KhZiaskI/AAAAAAAAABw/62DAkQQgcBU/s1600-h/Assss-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7KhZiaskI/AAAAAAAAABw/62DAkQQgcBU/s320/Assss-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322914484738241090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same day &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top Runner&lt;/span&gt; also takes place in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;NHK's&lt;/span&gt; broadcasting schedule. But this programme is more about interviewing the musician and previewing the musician Biography. In the middle of the show, still, the musician performance is included. Well, let me tell you my little experience about this programme. Almost everyday, I preview the schedule of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;NHK&lt;/span&gt; to make sure weather or not it will broadcast its Music Shows and every time previewing it on Wednesday I do see Top Runner. But Ive just figured out that the programme is a Music Show like a few weeks ago. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. I thought it was a sport kind alike programme because of the name. And you know what, lots and lots of my favorite singer performed there, even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;YUI&lt;/span&gt; performed there and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know about that!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;arghhh&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!! Just for your information, its only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;YUI&lt;/span&gt; whom I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; watched yet LIVE on TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7O-AQb5NI/AAAAAAAAACA/f5vIkSgrLDI/s1600-h/TOP_RUNNER_yawaraka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7O-AQb5NI/AAAAAAAAACA/f5vIkSgrLDI/s320/TOP_RUNNER_yawaraka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322919374214653138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7Sc7ojKpI/AAAAAAAAACY/YadKH8e2tJs/s1600-h/yui-i_remember_you_nhk_top_runner_-_07_02_2007-live.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7Sc7ojKpI/AAAAAAAAACY/YadKH8e2tJs/s320/yui-i_remember_you_nhk_top_runner_-_07_02_2007-live.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322923204084443794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music Japan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Mello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is on the list. Music Japan shows singers live performance from their latest single. I love this programme so much. I watched my first time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;waT&lt;/span&gt; performance in this show. \(*^___^*)/. Beside, the MC is very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7VXh9sP-I/AAAAAAAAADw/bu7V3NR0F-o/s1600-h/ftenjo1m0cf59d3fk7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7VXh9sP-I/AAAAAAAAADw/bu7V3NR0F-o/s320/ftenjo1m0cf59d3fk7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322926409829335010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7VXoMlpaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Jzz3ZZRs_lg/s1600-h/TVXQ+-+070922+Talk+%2B+SHINE+on+NHK+Music+Japan+%5Bnockin%5D.avi_000006406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7VXoMlpaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Jzz3ZZRs_lg/s320/TVXQ+-+070922+Talk+%2B+SHINE+on+NHK+Music+Japan+%5Bnockin%5D.avi_000006406.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322926411502429602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7VXXB--qI/AAAAAAAAADg/GLR_A-zwj3k/s1600-h/3cdbb8af.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7VXXB--qI/AAAAAAAAADg/GLR_A-zwj3k/s320/3cdbb8af.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322926406894549666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About J-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Mello&lt;/span&gt;, well I rarely watch this programme. This show introduces Japan Musics in English. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;, yea, a Music Programme in English. It shows Japan's latest singles Music Videos. Also in this programme, emails from peoples around the world are read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7VXd0ixLI/AAAAAAAAADY/MkMJ9zK-jgk/s1600-h/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7VXd0ixLI/AAAAAAAAADY/MkMJ9zK-jgk/s320/logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322926408717223090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Shonen&lt;/span&gt; Club&lt;/span&gt; is there. Its all about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Johnny's&lt;/span&gt; Entertainment boys. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like this programme much. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; full about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Johnny's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; too much enough. You now what, all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Johnny's&lt;/span&gt; boys act like they are the most handsome boy in the world.(Sorry, for Johnny's fans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7SduL3rgI/AAAAAAAAACw/AHDEJnGzfyg/s1600-h/vlcsnap66530nx8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7SduL3rgI/AAAAAAAAACw/AHDEJnGzfyg/s320/vlcsnap66530nx8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322923217654361602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7SdZheeQI/AAAAAAAAACo/S45mU-a1Vks/s1600-h/001628rd6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7SdZheeQI/AAAAAAAAACo/S45mU-a1Vks/s320/001628rd6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322923212107839746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7SdBjelkI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ijdg1K_QzXk/s1600-h/7f8b6fff.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7SdBjelkI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ijdg1K_QzXk/s320/7f8b6fff.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322923205673784898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; and now get ready, this my most favorite Music Show of all. Its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;KOUHAKU&lt;/span&gt; UTA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;GASSEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Its an annual music show. Last year was the 59th. Even Japanese love this show much. You can watch all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;popular&lt;/span&gt; singers perform there and that is the best thing for me. The show brings you to the end of the year. Yea the show ends in middle night. WaT always performs here. Well, let me tell you how the Show really works. Women and men singers are separated into 2 teams, white and red. Both group must compete to decide a group which deserves to come out as the winner. At the end of the show audiences decide the winner by voting. In this show history, men as the white team dominate as the winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7UHtQB9pI/AAAAAAAAADI/Eh_NaJ0dQnU/s1600-h/363145253_58ee7d773f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7UHtQB9pI/AAAAAAAAADI/Eh_NaJ0dQnU/s320/363145253_58ee7d773f_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322925038469510802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7UHe9FAiI/AAAAAAAAADA/mzU7eGUhhuU/s1600-h/351658225_ccf2cfc8c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7UHe9FAiI/AAAAAAAAADA/mzU7eGUhhuU/s320/351658225_ccf2cfc8c1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322925034631922210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7UHejbY2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/i-v9FARS_Eo/s1600-h/20081125_tvxq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd7UHejbY2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/i-v9FARS_Eo/s320/20081125_tvxq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322925034524336994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you can see why I love NHK much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5568748650703192303-5089913113950165194?l=aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/feeds/5089913113950165194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/2009/04/nhk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default/5089913113950165194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default/5089913113950165194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/2009/04/nhk.html' title='NHK'/><author><name>Aqiela Vollfied Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491057832424829244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Se14oAdIIUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XDXAQocArVE/S220/DSC03391+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Sd64LGMADRI/AAAAAAAAABg/mflfvo8o99w/s72-c/nhk_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568748650703192303.post-6841917524914348512</id><published>2009-04-03T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T04:51:18.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waT updates'/><title type='text'>another concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="pw"&gt;2009.04.03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://watfc.com/free/img/new.gif" alt="NEW" align="absmiddle" height="9" width="31" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;小池徹平ソロコンサートツアーチケット先行販売のお知らせ&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;小池徹平 SOLO CONCERT TOUR 2009“1人でもやってますねん”のチケットをWaTメンバーズサイトにて特別先行販売を実施します。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日時や詳細はこちらをご覧下さい。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*) grabbed from watfc.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;translation:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Koike Teppei's Solo concert tour tickets selling notification&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Koike Teppei's SOLO CONCERT TOUR 2009 "Hitori demo yattemasu nen" tickets are going to be sell specially to the members of wat's site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please check the detail date and time here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/SdbFjQRdMPI/AAAAAAAAABY/7pUUhMm5avM/s1600-h/20090326c.medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/SdbFjQRdMPI/AAAAAAAAABY/7pUUhMm5avM/s320/20090326c.medium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320657219239096562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;nanananananaaa!! another tour? you've been kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;oh no!!!!!!!!!!!! Im about to miss this one again. hh. Its teppei's one? without eiji? OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im glad for him to have such of Solo Concert but...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wouldnt watch it!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How could I watch it, its impossible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I did have jobs, I would spend whole of my money to watch it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poor me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ive checked the ticket price and its ￥5,500, Its about 550000 in rupiahs.-___-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its not that expensive for a concert, is it? I wouldnt watch it anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5568748650703192303-6841917524914348512?l=aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/feeds/6841917524914348512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-concert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default/6841917524914348512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default/6841917524914348512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-concert.html' title='another concert'/><author><name>Aqiela Vollfied Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491057832424829244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Se14oAdIIUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XDXAQocArVE/S220/DSC03391+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/SdbFjQRdMPI/AAAAAAAAABY/7pUUhMm5avM/s72-c/20090326c.medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568748650703192303.post-5483091814666081711</id><published>2009-04-01T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T04:52:18.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Stuffs'/><title type='text'>is this what called different?</title><content type='html'>hey ya!&lt;br /&gt;its been tough these days. huh!&lt;br /&gt;Alright Im going to tell about the most shocking, unusual, undeniable thing happened in my life. haha. (no, Im just getting to over in expressing it)&lt;br /&gt;Well it started on the shiny bright delightful Monday morning in the economics class. I was so not in the mood that day. I was not at all hearing even a glance of my teacher's beautiful melodious voice. Until a time when somebody knocked on the wooden door of my class and gave a piece of paper to my teacher. I was hoping that piece of paper could make her leave the class for a reason. Unfortunately, not. Even it was worse! She gradually read the text in that piece of paper and guest what? I bet you wont believe! OMG! OK lets just face it together.&lt;br /&gt;" for Alutsyah... ( I was ok with that firstly but..)&lt;br /&gt;and for Aqiela..." ( I was getting bad about hearing my name mentioned)"&lt;br /&gt;You both at the break time, go to the TRC* for the preparation in order to face the GEO SCIENCE OLYMPIAD!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;What a what what was that! I mean Im even not an expert on that! Im not interested in that subject either. IMAGINE!! IMAGINE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me on a lyric of WaT's song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I was a children, I wondered what kind of adult I would become but the reflection in the window now is a little different."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to be like in that lyric, but I wasnt hoping to be different in this kind of way!&lt;br /&gt;This is to much different and wrong! I know participating in a geoscience competition doesnt mean that you have to become a geo scientist in the future but this is not the different way what I was hoping to be alike.&lt;br /&gt;However, it happened. I still have to participate at that competition. No words back for this. I hope I could win, at least I'd get a certificate. I must do my best on the competition day at April 15th! Wish me luck for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*) TRC: I forgot. -__-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5568748650703192303-5483091814666081711?l=aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/feeds/5483091814666081711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-this-what-called-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default/5483091814666081711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default/5483091814666081711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-this-what-called-different.html' title='is this what called different?'/><author><name>Aqiela Vollfied Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491057832424829244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Se14oAdIIUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XDXAQocArVE/S220/DSC03391+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568748650703192303.post-2374244189131906978</id><published>2009-03-17T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T04:53:59.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writings'/><title type='text'>Dear my imagination world</title><content type='html'>I was a child who was living in a free&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I'd spent peacefully&lt;br /&gt;Jumping here jumping there, doing this and that&lt;br /&gt;Parents used to get mad to me&lt;br /&gt;I never taken it seriously&lt;br /&gt;I was living in my own imagination world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I played in there&lt;br /&gt;I was happy&lt;br /&gt;with no doubt, I lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know particularly, somehow things changed suddenly&lt;br /&gt;I turned, my brain had been dirtied by the new wind&lt;br /&gt;Even I didn't recognize who I was&lt;br /&gt;Ive been feeling like a stranger from nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerful daily life had disappeared&lt;br /&gt;No more imagination went along with&lt;br /&gt;I woke up&lt;br /&gt;and I realized my imagination world was no longer existed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years we've spent our life together&lt;br /&gt;With no reasons imagination world faded away&lt;br /&gt;Said no permission to leave&lt;br /&gt;Ive been loosing the most precious thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im scared, Im afraid&lt;br /&gt;This new world is weird&lt;br /&gt;I cant get use to it&lt;br /&gt;Dont you know that "imagination world"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im living in the different kind of world&lt;br /&gt;With no certainty filled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, Imagination world&lt;br /&gt;Im crying&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear it?&lt;br /&gt;Im suffering&lt;br /&gt;Do you even care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, imagination world&lt;br /&gt;Where actually are you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you living in happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear, imagination world&lt;br /&gt;Can you please one day come back to me?&lt;br /&gt;Promise me youll never leave me no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets live in the future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5568748650703192303-2374244189131906978?l=aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/feeds/2374244189131906978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-my-imagination-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default/2374244189131906978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default/2374244189131906978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-my-imagination-world.html' title='Dear my imagination world'/><author><name>Aqiela Vollfied Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491057832424829244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Se14oAdIIUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XDXAQocArVE/S220/DSC03391+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568748650703192303.post-5892666528384293622</id><published>2009-03-14T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T04:52:52.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Stuffs'/><title type='text'>dream syndrome!</title><content type='html'>hey ya!&lt;br /&gt;hh.. another dream syndrome!&lt;br /&gt;No, no, Im not sure weather Im able to make it true. -__-&lt;br /&gt;This feeling is kinda hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ive went to youtube japan, and searched for new vids of waT. Ive found one part of waT's live tour 2008 which Ive never watched before. Yea, its the part of Yume no Tochuu's. waaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It drives me crazier!!!!!!!!!! kyaaaaaaaaa...*(-__-)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song, the meaning of the song!! arghhhh! made me bursted tears again!&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea yea yea whatever...&lt;br /&gt;aaaaarrrrrrghhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, and teppei as usual he looked great!&lt;br /&gt;and waT seemed to be well prepared there.&lt;br /&gt;Love you waT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5568748650703192303-5892666528384293622?l=aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/feeds/5892666528384293622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/2009/03/dream-syndrome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default/5892666528384293622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default/5892666528384293622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/2009/03/dream-syndrome.html' title='dream syndrome!'/><author><name>Aqiela Vollfied Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491057832424829244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Se14oAdIIUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XDXAQocArVE/S220/DSC03391+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568748650703192303.post-161755709826265522</id><published>2009-03-09T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T04:49:49.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirations'/><title type='text'>Inspiration 3</title><content type='html'>Hey ya! Another inspiration of mine is about to make you bored. haha. But I promise you this is the last one of my inspiration. Its now not a person anymore. Its a song. yea a song! Well again I have to say that Its a Japanese one, but Ill post the translation of the song so you'll be able to understand the words. And here it is. Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You who are reading this, where are you and what are you doing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m 15 and there’s something worrying me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I can’t talk to anyone about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But if I address a letter to my future self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then I know I’ll be able to speak my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel like giving up now, I feel like crying, I feel like I’m going to disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whose words should I trust as I move forward?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My one and only heart has broken into pieces time and time again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I’m living through painful times now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m living in the present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Greetings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you, I have something to tell your 15 year old self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you keep asking yourself why and where you should go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The answer will become clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The seas of adolescence can be rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But keep sailing the boat that is your dream towards tomorrow’s shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don’t give up now, don’t cry, when you feel like you’re going to disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then you should trust your own voice and move forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even an adult like me gets hurt and has sleepless nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I’m living in the bittersweet present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything in life has meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So don’t be afraid and follow your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep on believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel like giving up now, I feel like crying, I feel like I’m going to disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whose words should I trust as I move forward?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah, don’t give up now, don’t cry, when you feel like you’re going to disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then you should trust your own voice and move forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter what stage of your life you’re in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can’t get by without going through sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Show me a smile, let’s live in the present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let’s live in the present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Greetings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I pray that you who are reading this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_angela aki-juugo kimi no tegami e~_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea angela aki is the singer and the song title is juugo kimi no tegami e. In English it means a letter for your 15. Since Iam now living in my 15, and I am searching for my dreams, I guest this is the most song that fits to my situation right now. haha. Im not in a mood in writing right now, thats why Im not going to write a lot for this time. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5568748650703192303-161755709826265522?l=aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/feeds/161755709826265522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/2009/03/inspiration-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default/161755709826265522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default/161755709826265522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/2009/03/inspiration-3.html' title='Inspiration 3'/><author><name>Aqiela Vollfied Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491057832424829244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Se14oAdIIUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XDXAQocArVE/S220/DSC03391+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568748650703192303.post-8585192560413846340</id><published>2009-03-08T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T04:50:14.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirations'/><title type='text'>Inspiration 2</title><content type='html'>Hey ya! Back about my inspiration. Still, my another inspiration came from J-pop world. In number two, YUI placed it. YUI another singer from Fukuoka, but she is not in a duo. She is a solo singer. In my opinion, she is a very brave person for a girl. You have to know that she had taken a decision to go to school no more. It actually started when her mother found out that she's good in writing poems. From that, her mother decided to move YUI into a music institution. At the year of her 18, she decided to go to Tokyo all along by herself. She went there by train. Imagine fukuoka-Tokyo!! By her own self only for her dreams. What a brave decision that was!! If I were her, I would not go alone. But, all of her sacrifice resulted satisfaction. Now, she happened to become the most booming Solo Singer in Japan. She even had done a Solo concert in BUDOKAN! Budokan is a place where only Big Stars can perform there. Cool right. YUI is a very charismathic person. No wonder why she has became such a big star like how she is now. She is a very good singer and song writer, and also she is sooooo beautiful which envy me so much!(&gt;___&lt;).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/SbO9Hw-FwqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AfQqEj2UjAw/s1600-h/yui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/SbO9Hw-FwqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AfQqEj2UjAw/s320/yui.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310796326702006946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5568748650703192303-8585192560413846340?l=aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/feeds/8585192560413846340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/2009/03/inspiration-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default/8585192560413846340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default/8585192560413846340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/2009/03/inspiration-2.html' title='Inspiration 2'/><author><name>Aqiela Vollfied Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491057832424829244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Se14oAdIIUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XDXAQocArVE/S220/DSC03391+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/SbO9Hw-FwqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AfQqEj2UjAw/s72-c/yui.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568748650703192303.post-7986027564841578712</id><published>2009-03-07T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T04:50:37.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirations'/><title type='text'>Inspiration 1</title><content type='html'>hey ya! as I told you before that my dreams are all about JAPAN because japan gave me such of inspiration, and now Im going to tell you what kind of inspiration those are. Well lets start with the most inspiration of mine. It is WaT!!!!! For you who are a fan of Jpop might had heard about waT before. Yea, waT is a duo which consists of Wentz Eiji and Teppei Koike. Eiji came from Tokyo, meanwhile Teppei came from Osaka. They started their carrier since 2002. They used to sing at the road in Tokyo. Firstly they were ignored by people who were passing by every time they sing their songs. But they didnt give up! They kept singing and singing no matter what situation they are in at that time. What they only know about is they have to keep singing in order to make their dreams to come true and also to entertain people as well. As time goes by, still they were not able yet to interest people. Until the time when teppei had an idea to make their own song which lyrics is about their journey. Teppei is the most one who believes that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'we're going to make it as long as we dont give up!'&lt;/span&gt; And the result is the song even had made a girl bursted tears!!! Yea, the song was very touching, I feel like wanting to cry every time I hear that song. At 2004 theyve made their indie single. It was titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sotsugyou time&lt;/span&gt; which means Graduation time. Since that theyve begun to have more and more fans, especially girls. And also for teppei he was offered to play in dramas. At 2005 finally theyve made their first debut, its titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boku no Kimochi&lt;/span&gt; which meaning is My feelings. In that debut, Teppei cried while singing (cute &gt;__&lt;) . The single had succeed!! It reached the number 2 position of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oricon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; chart. WOW~ cool, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it? Until now they are still exist. Not only in music's world but also in acting too. Now, You can see why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;theyve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; been my inspiration. They kept working hard until the end, for their dreams!! That made me believe in myself that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; also going to be able to make my dreams true. There is no more giving up word for me! Yea, I believe now in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;teppei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; words &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'we're going to make it as long as we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; give up!'&lt;/span&gt;. Yap, no giving up now! Any dreams could be true!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/SbN6ZvG7z4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/0B7VFOskmaA/s1600-h/64_14_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/SbN6ZvG7z4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/0B7VFOskmaA/s320/64_14_1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310722968160817026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5568748650703192303-7986027564841578712?l=aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/feeds/7986027564841578712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/2009/03/inspiration-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default/7986027564841578712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default/7986027564841578712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/2009/03/inspiration-1.html' title='Inspiration 1'/><author><name>Aqiela Vollfied Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491057832424829244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Se14oAdIIUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XDXAQocArVE/S220/DSC03391+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/SbN6ZvG7z4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/0B7VFOskmaA/s72-c/64_14_1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568748650703192303.post-7177919747670216871</id><published>2009-03-06T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T04:53:43.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introduction'/><title type='text'>introduction</title><content type='html'>hey ya.&lt;br /&gt;This is my first writing and umm Im not sure weather or not this is my first blog. haha. well lets just consider this as my first blog ever made!!!&lt;br /&gt;well, where and with what should I start with? Lets just start with my biography first.&lt;br /&gt;My life, the first day of my life started when my mother was about to deliver me to the earth which is a place where organism struggles to live. It was at 22nd of September 1993 at that time. I havent got any identity at that time, until the time when the doctor announced that I am a girl. wow I am a girl!! haha. And then, I was given a sort of name, by who was it? I dont really  actually know. It seems like given by my father. It was a name. My name is AQIELA RAISSA SYAHRIAR. yeah, from the name we could see (or probably not) that my name was taken by Arabian name, except for the Syahriar. yea because it is my father's last name.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while time until now And Iam 15! Until now I have been grown up into a kinda undescribeable person ever liven! (haha ^^) Well you have to now that my 15 had sent me to another point of view of earth where Im living now. You know, I even have my own world that I use to call as my fantastic world. haha. yea, I am sort an imaginative person. But that doenst mean that Im struggling autism. haha no!!! I am normal, or I might not? ( nooooooooo! Im normal!!!) am I? yea Im normal, certainly normal. well at least I hope I am. ( hope? so ur not sure that youre normal?) well, lets just dont talk about this, its not necessary. I am normal!!&lt;br /&gt;back to my fantastic world. There, in there contained all of my dreams ever thought. haha. yea Im putting my dreams in a kind of way and arranging it in my fantastic world. haha. Its hard to explain. Even if I explain it, people might think that Im crazy. ( or people had already)O___0.&lt;br /&gt;No, mo. Its just as an escape  from dreams that accidentally appeared and suddenly given motivation for me to make it real but also given charge for me every time when I think that Im not capable to make it true because you have to know that I want my dream so bad. -___- For you to know, my dreams are just all about JAPAN. Why? well Japan gave me such of a lot of inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;well, lets dont take this so serious. haha. I guest thats all of my introduction for this time.&lt;br /&gt;Lets continue this writing in another post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5568748650703192303-7177919747670216871?l=aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/feeds/7177919747670216871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/2009/03/introduction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default/7177919747670216871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5568748650703192303/posts/default/7177919747670216871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqiela-cosgrove.blogspot.com/2009/03/introduction.html' title='introduction'/><author><name>Aqiela Vollfied Heartnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491057832424829244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBvqSyUEJLU/Se14oAdIIUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XDXAQocArVE/S220/DSC03391+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
