<?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-4905304971438707446</id><updated>2012-01-03T00:04:52.068-08:00</updated><category term='*\Takeshi-Neko/*'/><category term='*\ Takeshi-Neko Poem /*'/><category term='*\ Takeshi-ALONE /*'/><category term='*\ Takeshi-Neko 2 Months Anniversary /*'/><category term='*\ Neko - Takeshi/*'/><category term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><category term='*\ Takeshi is tired /*'/><category term='*\ Takeshi-Neko ?*'/><category term='*/neko-takeshi/*'/><category term='*/Neko-Takeshi\*'/><category term='nekoLOVEtake'/><category term='*\ Takeshi-Neko/*'/><title type='text'>Takeshi &lt;3 Neko-Chan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-3265557787016411708</id><published>2008-04-11T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:03:25.757-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-ALONE /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Himself's Memories /*</title><content type='html'>Long time no blog.&lt;br /&gt;ToOoOoOo many things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To many people who asked,"So how's you and her?"&lt;br /&gt;My reply will always be,"hanging in the air, like rope, anytime will break. I'm still waiting for her."&lt;br /&gt;Simple isn't it? I had to go through so much.&lt;br /&gt;Where the problems lies?&lt;br /&gt;80% of the problems doesn't lay on me.&lt;br /&gt;So what can I do? The most I can, is to save the other 20% of the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame her?&lt;br /&gt;A part of me hated her.&lt;br /&gt;Big part of me love her?&lt;br /&gt;Hatred.&lt;br /&gt;Loves.&lt;br /&gt;Regrets.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Anger.&lt;br /&gt;Etc... Etc... Etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will understand me?&lt;br /&gt;Many asked me to give up.&lt;br /&gt;Many asked me to wait.&lt;br /&gt;Many wondering how come I love her so deep.&lt;br /&gt;Many wondering how lame can I be.&lt;br /&gt;Many wondering how stupid can I become.]&lt;br /&gt;Who really understand the depth of love I had for her?&lt;br /&gt;No one can understand, except me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love getting lesser, lesser, lesser...&lt;br /&gt;How long can I still wait?&lt;br /&gt;Though we go out, though we chat, though we sms, though we msn.&lt;br /&gt;She's no longer my girl. She's not the one I knew.&lt;br /&gt;What can I do about it? Too many things complicate the matters.&lt;br /&gt;She can't figure out. She can't think.&lt;br /&gt;I really dunno what she wants.&lt;br /&gt;I hate her for being indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;She keep torturing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wtf am I writing this blog?&lt;br /&gt;So wtf am I updating this blog?&lt;br /&gt;Will she ever read?&lt;br /&gt;This blog is ours.&lt;br /&gt;But she had posted less than 5 posts.&lt;br /&gt;I want to close this blog soon.&lt;br /&gt;Will open my own blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-3265557787016411708?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/3265557787016411708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=3265557787016411708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/3265557787016411708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/3265557787016411708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2008/04/takeshi-himselfs-memories.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Himself&apos;s Memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-2094769874350126319</id><published>2008-03-28T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T00:45:48.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories Neko I love you /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R-ycIVTAoCI/AAAAAAAAA3s/5_ubm8FiWr8/s1600-h/Photo094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182688938166362146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R-ycIVTAoCI/AAAAAAAAA3s/5_ubm8FiWr8/s200/Photo094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R-yb51TAoBI/AAAAAAAAA3k/h15m1tgPbfo/s1600-h/Photo087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182688689058258962" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R-yYX1TAnyI/AAAAAAAAA1s/NluMnMs0Y0s/s200/A0549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R-yYMlTAnwI/AAAAAAAAA1c/7HbojKrlfgA/s1600-h/A0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182684613134294786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R-yYMlTAnwI/AAAAAAAAA1c/7HbojKrlfgA/s200/A0551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182684527234948850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R-yYHlTAnvI/AAAAAAAAA1U/HxFYhSywXSs/s200/A0550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R-yX6VTAnuI/AAAAAAAAA1M/hNgZHywxoao/s1600-h/A0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182684299601682146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R-yX6VTAnuI/AAAAAAAAA1M/hNgZHywxoao/s200/A0560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R-yXnlTAntI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Cy5NWxpfnQg/s1600-h/t24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182683977479134930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R-yXnlTAntI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Cy5NWxpfnQg/s200/t24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, outing with my buddy. Accompany Regina &amp;amp; Dom to bugis. Ate at Fish &amp;amp; Co.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can see that she is such a cam-whore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long time since we both took photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like almost half a year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I alway absent from school due to MCs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though at that moment, wonder if my smile is real?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't bring myself to smile when I thought of Neko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I wish I am able to be like her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Able to block me out of her mind whenever she wants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like that I can be more free, more "relax" as what she always asked me to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there's a day I can relax means she is completely out of my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 mths, is that excuse? Is that what you really wish for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is the 2mths what you really want to save this relationship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is that an excuse to make me lose my love, and eventually leave you aside?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is that an excuse to make youself to lose your love, and eventually leave me aside?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haix. Only you know. I don't know what you thinking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you will never tell me anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those above photos are photos that I forget to post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The green tongue monster is my mummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gay dressing pinky guy is my God-Brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neko, do you really love me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neko, do you really want to save this relationship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neko, do you really miss me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only you know bahx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be indecisive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't waste time k?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I miss you a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4905304971438707446-2094769874350126319?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/2094769874350126319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=2094769874350126319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/2094769874350126319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/2094769874350126319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2008/03/takeshi-nekos-memories-neko-i-love-you.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s Memories Neko I love you /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R-ycIVTAoCI/AAAAAAAAA3s/5_ubm8FiWr8/s72-c/Photo094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-7899762654394356191</id><published>2008-03-27T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T09:07:31.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories what is she now? /*</title><content type='html'>what should I do now?&lt;br /&gt;my life changed 360 degree.&lt;br /&gt;i keep numbing myself by doing something,&lt;br /&gt;keeping myself busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is hard to see what my future lies ahead.&lt;br /&gt;where is she, my loved?&lt;br /&gt;should I give up, should I perserve?&lt;br /&gt;photos flashed through,&lt;br /&gt;tears rolling downs,&lt;br /&gt;sorrow pour out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her life is still the same,&lt;br /&gt;go to work, go back home, watch tv, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;find friends, go out, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;my life is not the same.&lt;br /&gt;wake up, do my stuffs, do my stuffs, do my stuffs,&lt;br /&gt;cont. to do my stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;i had no mood to go out at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come she is able to do so?&lt;br /&gt;is it I am so weak?&lt;br /&gt;or is it she is emotionless, heartless or no feelings?&lt;br /&gt;this r/s how?&lt;br /&gt;no one can teach me, no one can guide me.&lt;br /&gt;is just let nature take course?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should I do now?&lt;br /&gt;what is she feeling, thinking or doing?&lt;br /&gt;maybe she is feeling nth, thinking nth, doing nth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-7899762654394356191?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/7899762654394356191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=7899762654394356191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7899762654394356191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7899762654394356191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2008/03/takeshi-nekos-memories-what-is-she-now.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s Memories what is she now? /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-4399127835161148167</id><published>2008-03-26T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T00:41:24.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories 2 different beings /*</title><content type='html'>2 different world.&lt;br /&gt;2 different thinking.&lt;br /&gt;2 different character.&lt;br /&gt;2 different income.&lt;br /&gt;2 different background.&lt;br /&gt;2 different family.&lt;br /&gt;2 different ideal.&lt;br /&gt;2 different mindset.&lt;br /&gt;2 different generation.&lt;br /&gt;2 different health.&lt;br /&gt;2 different environment.&lt;br /&gt;2 different temper.&lt;br /&gt;2 different attitude.&lt;br /&gt;2 different education.&lt;br /&gt;2 different age.&lt;br /&gt;2 different style.&lt;br /&gt;2 different taste.&lt;br /&gt;2 different dialect.&lt;br /&gt;2 different etc etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 same surname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can these 2 be together?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-4399127835161148167?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/4399127835161148167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=4399127835161148167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4399127835161148167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4399127835161148167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2008/03/takeshi-nekos-memories-2-different.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s Memories 2 different beings /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-8208220551145363771</id><published>2008-03-20T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T03:16:23.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories I wanna die /*</title><content type='html'>Will anyone tell me what to do?&lt;br /&gt;My exam is gone.&lt;br /&gt;I had no mood to take the exam.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;For 2 weeks, studied throughout the nitex.&lt;br /&gt;Now it seems like just an empty shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paid $50 for the exams.&lt;br /&gt;Now, how? Another $50 again.&lt;br /&gt;Haix. I felt so lost.&lt;br /&gt;No direction.&lt;br /&gt;My lungs aren't able to take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Is been painful throughout these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haix. Who is here for me now?&lt;br /&gt;No one? Dare mo iru ka?&lt;br /&gt;I will go crazy. I need see a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;Get myself sleeping pills.&lt;br /&gt;I need to make myself sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why I studied so hard.&lt;br /&gt;Is really a waste?&lt;br /&gt;Nvm. This blog is only for me to let out my sorrows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-8208220551145363771?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/8208220551145363771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=8208220551145363771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/8208220551145363771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/8208220551145363771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2008/03/takeshi-nekos-memories-i-wanna-die.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s Memories I wanna die /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-2405622151462833172</id><published>2008-03-20T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T01:57:58.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories  I broke up with Mei Sze. /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R-ImlVTAnsI/AAAAAAAAA08/pIIjCft8jos/s1600-h/broken-heart-front-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179744944243384002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R-ImlVTAnsI/AAAAAAAAA08/pIIjCft8jos/s200/broken-heart-front-web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is over already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 mths ended so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I had alway believed is a dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will never come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank for all the memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank for all the sweetness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank for all the bitterness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank for all the sourness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank for all the unhappiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank for all the happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank for all the presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank for all the touching things you have done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank for all the loneliness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank for all the sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank for all the angeryness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank for EVERYTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A path of freedom lay ahead of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choose a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't fit to be with ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are two different worlds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't be together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is fate that brought us together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But is ourselves that brought us to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you can move on in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuifill your interior design dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish you lucks in whatever you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember to take care of your health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eat healthy, sleep early, drink more water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't repeat same mistakes again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You had done wrongs before, so be smart this time.&lt;/div&gt;Btw, I am a woman source. I'm not like "him".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care my beloved, Neko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are free to go now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you. But I can't anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huggies &amp;amp; Muackies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-2405622151462833172?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/2405622151462833172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=2405622151462833172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/2405622151462833172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/2405622151462833172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2008/03/takeshi-nekos-memories-i-broke-up-with.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s Memories  I broke up with Mei Sze. /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R-ImlVTAnsI/AAAAAAAAA08/pIIjCft8jos/s72-c/broken-heart-front-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-4581154476883937475</id><published>2008-03-20T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T17:11:48.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories i hate myself /*</title><content type='html'>My life is fucking screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;Totally screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;Can I just drown myself?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of everything in life.&lt;br /&gt;Life is fucking meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;What's the meaning of living in&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow, Anger, Jealousy, Unhappiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MIGHT NOT TAKE MY FUCKING EXAM&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I HAVE NO MOOD AT ALL !&lt;br /&gt;GOT IT? IS ALL BECAUSE OF YOU !&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-4581154476883937475?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/4581154476883937475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=4581154476883937475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4581154476883937475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4581154476883937475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2008/03/takeshi-nekos-memories-i-hate-myself.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s Memories i hate myself /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-4715417723712268989</id><published>2008-03-20T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:24:32.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories WHY MUST YOU GO CLUBBING /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R-F2dFTAnrI/AAAAAAAAA00/08mG6AOK4MA/s1600-h/COLORAngerManagement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179551288462974642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R-F2dFTAnrI/AAAAAAAAA00/08mG6AOK4MA/s200/COLORAngerManagement.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm happy listenin to the words you speaking,&lt;br /&gt;you brought me an unhappy new.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I will always not wish for,&lt;br /&gt;But it just came true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been 8-9mths since then,&lt;br /&gt;But it seems liked yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Now, you requested for it to occur,&lt;br /&gt;Can I say no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I say no,&lt;br /&gt;I will the bad guy.&lt;br /&gt;If I say yes,&lt;br /&gt;I will not be able to take it.&lt;br /&gt;So what reaction do you wish me to give?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hack care?&lt;br /&gt;Attitude?&lt;br /&gt;Anger?&lt;br /&gt;Sadness?&lt;br /&gt;Tears?&lt;br /&gt;Laughters?&lt;br /&gt;Of which above you wanna me express myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you alway gives such pressure?&lt;br /&gt;You asked me to relax.&lt;br /&gt;You asked me to let go.&lt;br /&gt;Great, I almost done it.&lt;br /&gt;But you brought me back again.&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I can't take it anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you alway push me up the wall?&lt;br /&gt;When have I ever push you up the wall?&lt;br /&gt;I'm unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sucker.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bastard.&lt;br /&gt;I'm asshole.&lt;br /&gt;I'm idiot.&lt;br /&gt;I'm nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When have you spare a thought for me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know?&lt;br /&gt;I not sure.&lt;br /&gt;You alway never express.&lt;br /&gt;What you expect me to know?&lt;br /&gt;I know I have my 6th sense.&lt;br /&gt;Don't abuse it please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 hr 30 mins count down.&lt;br /&gt;My hell is waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;My exam is approaching.&lt;br /&gt;But how?&lt;br /&gt;I can't even focus.&lt;br /&gt;I can't concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;My whole mind is in whirl.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about what you request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied for a week.&lt;br /&gt;But it will all be down in the drain.&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody to blame.&lt;br /&gt;Blame myself for protecting &amp;amp; loving you so much.&lt;br /&gt;How I wished I had not answer your call.&lt;br /&gt;How I wished I had not contacted you at all.&lt;br /&gt;Then I will not know this heartbreaking news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Enough. I leave.&lt;br /&gt;I had enough. I vanish ok?&lt;br /&gt;You will feel better off without me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes you will.&lt;br /&gt;Now, what I had studied I had forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Who gave a damn about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Fail then fail. Is just another major Japanese Exam.&lt;br /&gt;Fail then re-take. No big deal right?&lt;br /&gt;Who cares. Hack care attitude surfaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no mood for exams nor studies.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your request.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wanna kill myself, silence myself to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-4715417723712268989?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/4715417723712268989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=4715417723712268989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4715417723712268989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4715417723712268989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2008/03/takeshi-nekos-memories-why-must-you-go.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s Memories WHY MUST YOU GO CLUBBING /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R-F2dFTAnrI/AAAAAAAAA00/08mG6AOK4MA/s72-c/COLORAngerManagement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-7284602464424706003</id><published>2008-03-19T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T01:16:03.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories Good results ! /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R-DLU9YH_rI/AAAAAAAAA0s/Nvtx7zG5d7I/s1600-h/ist2_68451_sunny_clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179363132409642674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R-DLU9YH_rI/AAAAAAAAA0s/Nvtx7zG5d7I/s200/ist2_68451_sunny_clouds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ureshii !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yokatta !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hontou ni !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owarimashita !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mou daijoubu !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahas. ^_^!"&lt;br /&gt;Results are out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Improved my GPA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passed all modules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To: Mei Sze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had not let you down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promised you that I will not repeat or fail any modules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did it ! I did it !! I did it !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I studied so hard, efforts paid off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I din hit 2 points,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I did my best.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chotto matte !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mada Owarimasen deshita !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nihon no shiken ga motte imasu !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashita ni san ji han kara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyofu ne. Shiken wa A grade ga hoshii desu ne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Demo mada mada. Tasan benkyoushimasu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mou owarimasen ! A grade o iru koto ga dekimasu ka?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tabun? Awww... Wakaranai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Demo Ganbatte Takeshi ! =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kanji to katakana wa sukoshi muzukashii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hanasuru koto ga dekimasen ka?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma ma ne. Daijoubu. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Takeshi ! Best wishes for myself for tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Await good news ! Jiayou ! Hope can bring double happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to Neko, Mei Sze, My love. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-7284602464424706003?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/7284602464424706003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=7284602464424706003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7284602464424706003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7284602464424706003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2008/03/takeshi-nekos-memories-good-results.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s Memories Good results ! /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R-DLU9YH_rI/AAAAAAAAA0s/Nvtx7zG5d7I/s72-c/ist2_68451_sunny_clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-2199849435892850113</id><published>2008-03-18T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T02:21:37.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories I am so heartbroken /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9-JJ9YH_qI/AAAAAAAAA0k/W8Erfj6KFWs/s1600-h/4031604500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179008900686937762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9-JJ9YH_qI/AAAAAAAAA0k/W8Erfj6KFWs/s200/4031604500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What to say? nani mo hanasuru.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you a lot but i really dunno what to do?&lt;br /&gt;kimi wa inakute totemo samishii. hontou ni.&lt;br /&gt;Life is not the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;No msg. No calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm struggling. I can't slp everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Mai nichi nemasen.&lt;br /&gt;I sleep at 7am, wake up in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;hontou ni tsuketeiru.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I see you online, I wish to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;But when I talk to you, I dunno what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. Make you angry again.&lt;br /&gt;Haix. I am useless, hopeless guy.&lt;br /&gt;Gomanasai. I will not make you angry again.&lt;br /&gt;I will disappear ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so stress.&lt;br /&gt;Exams on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I feel pressured.&lt;br /&gt;Principal, teachers, myself expect to score an A's.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna let them down.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna show you what I'm capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Kimi wa doko.&lt;br /&gt;Tasukete kudasai.&lt;br /&gt;Ima boku wa totemo muryoku.&lt;br /&gt;Tasukete kudasai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog. Will you read?&lt;br /&gt;Yomu? I guess not?&lt;br /&gt;This blog is becoming to be mine.&lt;br /&gt;Is not ours anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Kanahii ne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sen nen, roku getsu ni&lt;br /&gt;isshoni blog o shimashita.&lt;br /&gt;Sore kara, hitori de blog o shimashita.&lt;br /&gt;kimi wa doko?&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. Daijoubu.&lt;br /&gt;At least this blog is not dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Mei Sze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-2199849435892850113?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/2199849435892850113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=2199849435892850113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/2199849435892850113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/2199849435892850113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2008/03/takeshi-nekos-memories-i-am-so.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s Memories I am so heartbroken /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9-JJ9YH_qI/AAAAAAAAA0k/W8Erfj6KFWs/s72-c/4031604500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-9087111070299526124</id><published>2008-03-17T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T05:17:39.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories 2 weeks? is over my love /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95hVNYH_cI/AAAAAAAAAy0/s1LrJDMJxUs/s1600-h/tears.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178683638518644162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95hVNYH_cI/AAAAAAAAAy0/s1LrJDMJxUs/s200/tears.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;how am I going to spend it?&lt;br /&gt;is it a holiday? or is a break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is just 1 day past. but is seemed like years passed.&lt;br /&gt;you have changed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;where are you?&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;no calls.&lt;br /&gt;no msg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is 2 weeks an excuse?&lt;br /&gt;to break free?&lt;br /&gt;to have fun?&lt;br /&gt;to enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;to change?&lt;br /&gt;to think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is true?&lt;br /&gt;maybe 2 weeks ltr,&lt;br /&gt;you found out that is alright without me.&lt;br /&gt;is ok without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life goes on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;meaningless, fruitless and countless days.&lt;br /&gt;nt even a msg if you reach hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. is over. time for me to move on&lt;br /&gt;in my life too. time for me to settle down.&lt;br /&gt;time for me to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care, my love.&lt;br /&gt;bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;koko kara kare jya nai.&lt;br /&gt;kiotsu kete kudasai.&lt;br /&gt;tabun, kondo isshoni atta.&lt;br /&gt;wakaranai. kimi mou watashi no jya nai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-9087111070299526124?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/9087111070299526124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=9087111070299526124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/9087111070299526124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/9087111070299526124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2008/03/takeshi-nekos-memories-2-weeks-is-over.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s Memories 2 weeks? is over my love /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95hVNYH_cI/AAAAAAAAAy0/s1LrJDMJxUs/s72-c/tears.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-4322905894426810777</id><published>2008-03-16T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T05:53:51.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories 2 weeks break /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95i_dYH_nI/AAAAAAAAA0M/_gI-sz2BcFI/s1600-h/Photo109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178685463879745138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95i_dYH_nI/AAAAAAAAA0M/_gI-sz2BcFI/s200/Photo109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95i_tYH_oI/AAAAAAAAA0U/mvlg1o_PBCs/s1600-h/Photo111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178685468174712450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95i_tYH_oI/AAAAAAAAA0U/mvlg1o_PBCs/s200/Photo111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95i_tYH_pI/AAAAAAAAA0c/DpTRaglTBaM/s1600-h/Photo114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178685468174712466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95i_tYH_pI/AAAAAAAAA0c/DpTRaglTBaM/s200/Photo114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95ijdYH_iI/AAAAAAAAAzk/l86npcXlFd8/s1600-h/Photo105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178684982843407906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95ijdYH_iI/AAAAAAAAAzk/l86npcXlFd8/s200/Photo105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95ij9YH_jI/AAAAAAAAAzs/hTROLPsNchU/s1600-h/Photo108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178684991433342514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95ij9YH_jI/AAAAAAAAAzs/hTROLPsNchU/s200/Photo108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95ij9YH_kI/AAAAAAAAAz0/5ggop6yYWK0/s1600-h/Photo112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178684991433342530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95ij9YH_kI/AAAAAAAAAz0/5ggop6yYWK0/s200/Photo112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95ij9YH_lI/AAAAAAAAAz8/yD5ipkWcemA/s1600-h/Photo113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178684991433342546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95ij9YH_lI/AAAAAAAAAz8/yD5ipkWcemA/s200/Photo113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95ikNYH_mI/AAAAAAAAA0E/_fZ2L4IrVV8/s1600-h/Photo115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178684995728309858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 68px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="54" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95ikNYH_mI/AAAAAAAAA0E/_fZ2L4IrVV8/s200/Photo115.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95iINYH_dI/AAAAAAAAAy8/_brZHTQzSqw/s1600-h/Photo100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178684514691972562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95iINYH_dI/AAAAAAAAAy8/_brZHTQzSqw/s200/Photo100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95iIdYH_eI/AAAAAAAAAzE/d-wUxCZlH3w/s1600-h/Photo099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178684518986939874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95iIdYH_eI/AAAAAAAAAzE/d-wUxCZlH3w/s200/Photo099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95iJdYH_fI/AAAAAAAAAzM/pHlinn6adB4/s1600-h/Photo102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178684536166809074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95iJdYH_fI/AAAAAAAAAzM/pHlinn6adB4/s200/Photo102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95iJdYH_gI/AAAAAAAAAzU/AoHLlx8yozM/s1600-h/Photo107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178684536166809090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95iJdYH_gI/AAAAAAAAAzU/AoHLlx8yozM/s200/Photo107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95iJ9YH_hI/AAAAAAAAAzc/5HX-lSJQNAA/s1600-h/Photo106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178684544756743698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95iJ9YH_hI/AAAAAAAAAzc/5HX-lSJQNAA/s200/Photo106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time never take so many photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe is the last time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wore my new spec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black as usual, my fav.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched 10,000B.C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not really nice. Only effects are nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Star gazing at esplande again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the feeling is different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stars are surprisingly bright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 3 straight line stars had been shining upon us for the last 1 year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wind blew gently on the skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapping me to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorrows &amp;amp; Sadness poured in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing can explain the feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 hours spent together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No fights, no quarrels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only sweetness &amp;amp; laughters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to give my best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best memories for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabun owarimashita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watashi tachi isshoni ai suru koto ga dekimasu ka?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sen nen kara kotoshi made,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;itsumo, zutto zutto, aishiteru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boku wa ima sabishi kute kanashii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashita kara, 2 shu anata ni aimasen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doshite? nan ze?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kimi o doko e iku?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oshiete kudasai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashita kara, mai nichi, mai nichi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kimi ni aitai. demo aimasen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yaku soko o wasurenai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tsurai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muzukashii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kanashii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;itai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kurushindeiru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wakatteiru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wakatteiru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;demo nani mo shiteru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o-shiete kudasai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ja-mata,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watashi no koizora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watashi no koibito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watashi no airen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tasan koukai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sayonara. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care for the 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cherish the times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't waste it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you, bubu.&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/4905304971438707446-4322905894426810777?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/4322905894426810777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=4322905894426810777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4322905894426810777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4322905894426810777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2008/03/takeshi-nekos-memories-2-weeks-break.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s Memories 2 weeks break /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R95i_dYH_nI/AAAAAAAAA0M/_gI-sz2BcFI/s72-c/Photo109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-5932365270495504382</id><published>2008-03-09T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T06:17:40.129-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories A day out at Suntec City /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fTGNYH_bI/AAAAAAAAAys/HSZ2ZpU9nCo/s1600-h/Photo067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176838400309198258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fTGNYH_bI/AAAAAAAAAys/HSZ2ZpU9nCo/s320/Photo067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She looked more like a wicked witch than a warrior. =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fSrdYH_aI/AAAAAAAAAyk/HoopuxKLDJM/s1600-h/Photo072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176837940747697570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fSrdYH_aI/AAAAAAAAAyk/HoopuxKLDJM/s320/Photo072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her little tiny friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fR7tYH_VI/AAAAAAAAAx8/kdCW_LKwc8U/s1600-h/Photo063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176837120408943954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fR7tYH_VI/AAAAAAAAAx8/kdCW_LKwc8U/s320/Photo063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's Alway A Beauty In My Eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fR79YH_WI/AAAAAAAAAyE/AIxd9RwP_nk/s1600-h/Photo065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176837124703911266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fR79YH_WI/AAAAAAAAAyE/AIxd9RwP_nk/s320/Photo065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Catch up with my childhood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fR9dYH_YI/AAAAAAAAAyU/0Q8RssMa-78/s1600-h/Photo073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176837150473715074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fR9dYH_YI/AAAAAAAAAyU/0Q8RssMa-78/s320/Photo073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her dream car? She had never played this before! No childhood! =X &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go to zoo. Neko came to my house for morning call which is almost 12pm.Went to eat with my parents. After which watched Step up 2 preview. Woot. So nice. Dancing &amp;amp; music made my heart beat faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had such enjoyable day. First time went to toy shop with Neko at Suntec City&lt;br /&gt;My childhood seem to surface again. =X&lt;br /&gt;Childish me, dragged her in, to play all the toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. She looked so lost &amp;amp; cute in the place.Guess she could not believe I still so childish. Hahas.Ate a lousy dinner. Korean food. Yuck. No space, quite expensive, not nice, I should say.Neko saw a nice nice shoe. She loved it. Should I buy for her as 10mth present? Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-5932365270495504382?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/5932365270495504382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=5932365270495504382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/5932365270495504382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/5932365270495504382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2008/03/takeshi-nekos-memories-day-out-at.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s Memories A day out at Suntec City /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fTGNYH_bI/AAAAAAAAAys/HSZ2ZpU9nCo/s72-c/Photo067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-4183009927684473211</id><published>2008-03-03T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T06:15:54.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories Clement Birthday /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fPftYH_TI/AAAAAAAAAxs/eQCszZdam94/s1600-h/Photo021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176834440349351218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fPftYH_TI/AAAAAAAAAxs/eQCszZdam94/s320/Photo021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fPgdYH_UI/AAAAAAAAAx0/qS6OlD6XnJk/s1600-h/Photo016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176834453234253122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fPgdYH_UI/AAAAAAAAAx0/qS6OlD6XnJk/s320/Photo016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fO99YH_OI/AAAAAAAAAxE/BPfVCTTPxyE/s1600-h/Photo006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176833860528766178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fO99YH_OI/AAAAAAAAAxE/BPfVCTTPxyE/s320/Photo006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fO-dYH_PI/AAAAAAAAAxM/a4U-fuzY33Q/s1600-h/Photo008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176833869118700786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fO-dYH_PI/AAAAAAAAAxM/a4U-fuzY33Q/s320/Photo008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fO_dYH_QI/AAAAAAAAAxU/85-msTWuPwo/s1600-h/Photo009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176833886298569986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fO_dYH_QI/AAAAAAAAAxU/85-msTWuPwo/s320/Photo009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fO_9YH_RI/AAAAAAAAAxc/0c2HTBwobQ0/s1600-h/Photo010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176833894888504594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fO_9YH_RI/AAAAAAAAAxc/0c2HTBwobQ0/s320/Photo010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fPANYH_SI/AAAAAAAAAxk/lJHyLtEwNRk/s1600-h/Photo019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176833899183471906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fPANYH_SI/AAAAAAAAAxk/lJHyLtEwNRk/s320/Photo019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clement's Birthday. Nice Transformer's Collection Isn't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice cake too! Totally cool. Awesome. UNBELIEVABLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahas. Leslie sat alone BBQ for us. Envy his patience! =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neko &amp;amp; Fangting helped out. Nice gathering I should say.&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/4905304971438707446-4183009927684473211?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/4183009927684473211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=4183009927684473211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4183009927684473211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4183009927684473211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2008/03/takeshi-nekos-memories-clement-birthday.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s Memories Clement Birthday /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fPftYH_TI/AAAAAAAAAxs/eQCszZdam94/s72-c/Photo021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-6178827392326171441</id><published>2008-03-02T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T05:25:51.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fKA9YH_JI/AAAAAAAAAwg/itseivW6Q7s/s1600-h/Photo025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176828414510234770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fKA9YH_JI/AAAAAAAAAwg/itseivW6Q7s/s320/Photo025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fKBNYH_KI/AAAAAAAAAwo/djGmj4SSPPM/s1600-h/Photo026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176828418805202082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fKBNYH_KI/AAAAAAAAAwo/djGmj4SSPPM/s320/Photo026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fKBtYH_LI/AAAAAAAAAww/SmsmtrR0WMk/s1600-h/Photo030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176828427395136690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fKBtYH_LI/AAAAAAAAAww/SmsmtrR0WMk/s320/Photo030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fKB9YH_MI/AAAAAAAAAw4/oRlWBawyQ4I/s1600-h/Photo029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176828431690104002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fKB9YH_MI/AAAAAAAAAw4/oRlWBawyQ4I/s320/Photo029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oishii desu ka? Yum Yum. But I'm sick of tired of this food =X&lt;br /&gt;I have Japanese food each week. Neko loves it. So I accompanied her to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Water Horse. Not bad for a movie that's cute/lovely/touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum ordered buffet. Surprised with the no. of relatives turned up.&lt;br /&gt;First time in my life, saw so many relatives from my Dad's side in my house.&lt;br /&gt;Neko &amp;amp; Dominic were invited. Nothing much to chat with the adults since I am&lt;br /&gt;the youngest at my father side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played cards with me Bro's gf, Neko &amp;amp; Dominic.&lt;br /&gt;Got warning from my brother. Said I should not gamble. -.-!""&lt;br /&gt;Give mi a break. I never communicate well with him. Forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-6178827392326171441?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/6178827392326171441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=6178827392326171441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/6178827392326171441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/6178827392326171441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2008/03/oishii-desu-ka-yum-yum.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R9fKA9YH_JI/AAAAAAAAAwg/itseivW6Q7s/s72-c/Photo025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-2658658589593064917</id><published>2008-02-28T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T05:14:04.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories New handphones, Notice for Japanese teaching /*</title><content type='html'>Holiday now. Taikustsu ne. So boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bought my handphone. The same handphone as Neko now. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause a bomb. $800+++ But I signed a new contract! So is cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Teaching Japanese now. Will teach basic Japanese, including, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hiragana, Katakana &amp;amp; Kanji.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Will teach you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;writing, speaking and conversational skills.&lt;/span&gt; Will be given &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;notes, homework &amp;amp; exams&lt;/span&gt; (if you request for the exams). Market price for private tuition is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$50-70/hr.&lt;/span&gt; I will be charging roughly &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$20-$30 for 1hour30mins&lt;/span&gt;, depending on the level you are taking. Money will be paid in a package of 9hours. Speed of learning and time taken will be depending on yourself. If interested, please call &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;81572210, Takeshi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I need extra money to save. Neko &amp;amp; Me need to save quite a lot I guess. Expenditures are going up. Just had a new handphone. New memories for me &amp;amp; Neko. So will be working hard to earn more money. Excited to try out all function of my handphone. Nice camera function! =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 mth of holiday! Bored to death. Next week, I will have my Japanese exam again! =(( Ganbaru yo, Takeshi! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLEASE CALL ME IF YOU ARE INTERESTED TO LEARN!&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/4905304971438707446-2658658589593064917?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/2658658589593064917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=2658658589593064917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/2658658589593064917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/2658658589593064917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2008/02/takeshi-nekos-memories-new-handphones.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s Memories New handphones, Notice for Japanese teaching /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-414981506658621477</id><published>2008-02-20T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T05:06:32.599-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories Samsung G800</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R7wjVFzsR8I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/EuViPQJtOCM/s1600-h/dimension_b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169045317557700546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R7wjVFzsR8I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/EuViPQJtOCM/s320/dimension_b2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R7wjV1zsR9I/AAAAAAAAAwY/er_nPzaCLuU/s1600-h/samsung-g800.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169045330442602450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R7wjV1zsR9I/AAAAAAAAAwY/er_nPzaCLuU/s320/samsung-g800.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Samsung G800: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Camera Resolution: 5 Megapixels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Video :Video recording&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Music &amp;amp; Sound: Music Player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Fun &amp;amp; Entertainment: FM Radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business &amp;amp; Office: Document Viewer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mobile Printing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messaging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connectivity: Bluetooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User Memory&lt;br /&gt;150MB &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;External Memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This is what I want to get after exams. Neko is buying this phone too. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This phone is almost same value as IPhone. Nice camera features &amp;amp; etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Dying to get it. Saved money for it. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-414981506658621477?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/414981506658621477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=414981506658621477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/414981506658621477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/414981506658621477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2008/02/takeshi-nekos-memories-samsung-g800.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s Memories Samsung G800'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R7wjVFzsR8I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/EuViPQJtOCM/s72-c/dimension_b2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-4851887351599600256</id><published>2008-02-20T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T04:54:44.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories /*</title><content type='html'>CNY ~ Every single day went out with Neko. Met her relatives. All very friendly &amp;amp; kind. Watched all the movies in the cinema list. Neko went out with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine ~ I had not gave Neko any gifts. Yet to complete! =X She made strawberry coated with white chocolates &amp;amp; sweet candy! Look at the picture! =)) Is damn nice. Watched Jumper with her! Went to eat Frog Leg Congee at Geylang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16/02/2007 ~ Went to Vaniez's birthday. Nice chalet, big rooms &amp;amp; so on. Played whole nitex. 2nd time play Mahjong. Lost a lot. Nahx, Neko never Ke Wo. Just that I suay, and noob. Lost so much money. I love her. =)) Meet the same old gang of friends of Neko's. Lolx. All still very fun to be with. Hopefully 1 day, I can click well with them, since I am the youngest. =.=!" 18 is the youngest! Haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19~22/02/2007 ~ Exams! Since 15/02/2007, I had not sleep at nitex. I study throughout the nitex. Everyday sleep in the morning at 6am~7am. For what? For the sake of passing &amp;amp; doing well. Left 2 more papers. Stats, my greatest enemy, coming to whack me! Marketing, almost finished everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 advise ~ Don't late for exams. I was late, caused my mental block during Economic. Luckily, I can fare well. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Programmes lined up after exams? Not sure. Empty schdules. I just wish to do something relaxing. Massage, Spa, everything nice. Best is go on holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-4851887351599600256?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/4851887351599600256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=4851887351599600256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4851887351599600256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4851887351599600256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2008/02/takeshi-nekos-memories.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s Memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-1181743154387465199</id><published>2008-02-19T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T05:34:21.243-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R7raolzsR6I/AAAAAAAAAwA/No0pd5j9euE/s1600-h/DSC01033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168683913239611298" style="DISPLAY: block; 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She booked appointment with Maeda-San? Surprised me. She went to highlight her hair. Kenny, my buddy entertained her. Thank brother! =))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again, Maeda-San gave her discount. 20% &amp;amp; so on. From Almost $200 reduced till $120.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lolx. Honor to be the VIP of that salon? =pP Soft pink hair of mine, will take long long time to drop! Aww...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ate at Sushi Tei. Ordered all fav. food of Neko. Spent quite a lot. After that, went shopping for Fang Ting's birthday present. Had little disputes over present. Quite stupid though. But it pulled both of us sweeter together! =X Rushed down to Bishan for my reunion dine. Asked Neko to wait for me at Bishan while I went to eat. She's gonna shop for present too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the end, I got scolded. Reason: I did not ask her go eat reunion. My auntie expected me to bring her over! Freaking hell! Then I still leave Neko at Bishan! Awww.... I da pao the food for Neko. She almost cried, cos she's too bored &amp;amp; couldn't find the present! In the end, found nice nice present. Took cab down to Aloha for Fang Ting's chalet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing much at chalet. Played cards &amp;amp; games. Met a few same old big brothers &amp;amp; sisters. Hahas. Since I am 18 there, counted the youngest! Aww... Enjoyed the time with them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neko went play mahjong, threw me alone to interact with them. Lolx. Won $0.20 after few hours of games. Stupid wins.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went home with Neko. We bought Mac-Prosperity back to eat. Watched Rat-ke-too-ee, or wad ever you call it. I dunno how to spell, FRENCH. Then went to slp tgt. So freaking tired after long day lahx. Snored our way into dreams. Planned to eat cockles tgt, but slp till 9pm+.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you Neko.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neko is on leave for the freaking 1 whole week! Finally!?! After a year, she could come to school to find me! =)) So exicted today. She took cab down to get her nails done by Jia Yi, Xiao Mei. Domou arigatou! Xie Xie Ni! Nice pinky nails &amp;amp; white flowers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neko wore quite sweet clothes today bahx. Actually going Kbox with Regina they all &amp;amp; my brother, Dom. But, Neko sore throat! Went to Sweeney Todd, M18 show. Not a bad show after all. Went shopping with Neko at Bugis. Bought FreshBox Jean. Neko paid $50 for me! Bubu wang sui! You're the best! =)) She got bonus paid, so decided to reward me for being a good boy? Hahas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ate soup thingy with her at Bugis there. Not nice at all! Wasted my money! Kns! Had a long long day with her! So sweet though! I love her! Enjoy shopping with her. Had little disputes over bag. So stupid yet so loving agreuments. I love to carry her bag, but she want carry herself this time round. Hahas. Dunno lahx. She's cute. I had promised her that I'll be patient with her &amp;amp; I did it today! I did not quarrel but instead tell her nicely! Felt so successful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Photos will upload soon!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before I end her, I got a new scarf. That's like 1 week ago! Neko bought the cloth with me &amp;amp; she saw it for me! So loving &amp;amp; sweet ritex? Love the scarf. That's my christmas present! Aww... Muackiex, Bubu. You're the best! Photo of it will upload!&lt;/em&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/4905304971438707446-2100895795006440973?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/2100895795006440973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=2100895795006440973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/2100895795006440973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/2100895795006440973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2008/02/many-things-to-update-update-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-6824429273590803066</id><published>2008-02-04T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T08:17:48.573-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories Mother is fucking annoying /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can you guys just leave me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Do things for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At next moment start pissing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Stop nagging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stop telling that she love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just tell her to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; stop arrowing me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If not I find her irritating &amp;amp; annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then I will love her more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am 18 in a few mths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Accept me for who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;change me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;change myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Just fucking give me time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stop pestering me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will love her more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Parents-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-MOTHERS-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4905304971438707446-6824429273590803066?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/6824429273590803066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=6824429273590803066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/6824429273590803066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/6824429273590803066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2008/02/takeshi-nekos-memories-mother-is.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s Memories Mother is fucking annoying /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-6573693835869938262</id><published>2008-02-02T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T09:10:38.413-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nekoLOVEtake'/><title type='text'>a day to say thank you to bubu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204); FONT-STYLE: italic" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Thank You BuBu!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153)"&gt;extremely much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;very much touched n appreciate for your loving actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry bu, keypad still hv problem. could not type long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-6573693835869938262?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/6573693835869938262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=6573693835869938262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/6573693835869938262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/6573693835869938262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-to-say-thank-you-to-bubu.html' title='a day to say thank you to bubu!'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-1450149825369153094</id><published>2008-02-01T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T07:09:45.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories 9 mths together ! I love you Neko Bubu /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy 9 Month Neko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;9 months had past since we got together. After a hard chase of 3 months, I had finally win your heart. First few months were fights. I managed to help you sort out your thoughts. I managed to help you think more maturely. Lives aren't easy for you &amp;amp; me. Parents are pain in the ass sometimes. (Agree? Those who are reading) Finally, I got caught at your house watching movie by your mum. It all started from there. I managed to place myself in your house. Remember the promised I made for you? Remember those happy moments with you at your house downstairs where I could not go your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Many things changed since I got into your house. We watched less stars, less chit chat at your house downstairs &amp;amp; etc. I had not forgotten those memories we once held on to. Soon enough, we will be doing it again. I promise you. Finally, you willing to give your heart after being together for 5mths. But I got myself tangled again. Broke down into sickness, depression &amp;amp; etc. I stood up on my own again with your loves &amp;amp; cares. I don't wish to see you tear or get heart. It scars my heart. During Dec-Jan, I struggled with many things. You never give up on me. Instead, I gave us up, I gave myself up. I let you worry, I let you cry, I let you pull me back. Actually, I'm just in the state of confusion about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;What kind of guy am I? Why did I change so much. I just realised, is not I changed. Is my environment that changed, causing me to change too. I really want to thank you for waking me up. Your tight slap did work after sometimes. I swore before that I will not let any woman to slap me in my life after the last slaps by my ex. Guess, I will allow you to slap only? I woke up. I know is time to change. Is time to change myself. That's why I wrote the resolutions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Frankly speaking, since the day we started, I viewed our photos &amp;amp; our msgs every night before sleep. It's been an implanted habit of mine. If I never do so, I can't get to sleep. Rest assured, my habit of not deleting msg is still there. I had never delete a single of your msgs. I had tons of them stored in my hp. Every reciepts of the places &amp;amp; every movie tickets, I had stored them in my small box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hopefully through these few weeks, you can start to see the change in me. Don't worry. I will never be immature. Instead, I am still mature than you in thinking worx! Don't think I am just a 18 year old small boy k! Hahas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Preparation for My 9 Month Anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I went to school today. Got insulted, "Fake Japanese". Fuck man. This is Singapore! You can't expect me to speak Japanese in class right! Damn you old bitch POM teacher. Went around the whole freaking school to find a computer to use. I finally settled down at E-plaza after 20-30mins of search. Typed my reflections on Neko &amp;amp; my relationship for her. I wrote all my single feelings inside. Sent email to my Japanese best friend, Asumi. Met Dom in school to print my notes. 24 set of notes screwed the computer at the printing shop. We took cover &amp;amp; ran off. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Went Bugis, Fish &amp;amp; Co. Dom acted as Neko to pei me eat. Neko had office dinner tonight. Ordered our food &amp;amp; a freaking large jug of Rambutan &amp;amp; Pineapple freeze! Crapp away our time. Went shopping at Bugis street. Went to Mei Zhen Xiang to buy ba gua &amp;amp; visit the people there. It's been a year. It's the place where I knew Neko &amp;amp; started dating her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We both chiong down to Eunos. Chose the roses, paid &amp;amp; rushed to Neko's office. At first thought of walking in but is raining. We took cab into the industry. Dom waited outside for me. I went solo into her office. Neko was totally shocked! Her eyes like popping out. I handled the roses to her! She can't respond at all. Then her colleague came out &amp;amp; shouted, " WAH so romantic. Never non of my business. I go eat ba gua! " Laughed as he walked off. The commotions started. All rushed out to see &amp;amp; started making noises. Then out come HER BOSS !!! Shocked by his presence, he gave a handshake. So firm &amp;amp; strong. =XX Of course, I held his hands tight! Hahas. Gave her a big hug &amp;amp; kisses. Asked her to read the email I sent to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It was so wonderful for the day. Imagine your loved one saw how sincere you are in treating her &amp;amp; how sweet you treated her, she will be touched. I love such feelings. I love to see Neko smiled &amp;amp; got stunned. All my surprises seemed to stun her each time! I love such feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I felt so successful today. Packed my whole room. Now I can keep my nagging mum far apart! She won't nag me for a few days I guess? Hahas. That's so wonderful. Dug out many things, saw many of my past that flashed through in my minds when I flipped many things out. Never mind, just hope she changed. Been a year, but she never changed. Btw, Melodie, I had packed all your sec4 txtbk &amp;amp; wkbk in a big box! Rmb to collect from me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Neko bubu, thank for such memories that you gave me in these few months. We will change together yeah? More things to come, we face it hand in hand. Don't let go of me, will you? Hope you love the roses! Brighter future for us. Don't worry about present. Just aim for future, things will be more cheerful. I LOVE YOU. AISHITERU. Muackiex. Huggies. 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New blog song! /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jSISotfzI/AAAAAAAAAvA/4MXEtP_0ayQ/s1600-h/A0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159104413036281650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jSISotfzI/AAAAAAAAAvA/4MXEtP_0ayQ/s320/A0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Photos with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mei&lt;/span&gt; men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jSIiotf0I/AAAAAAAAAvI/5-PBEI3Dx9o/s1600-h/takeshi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159104417331248962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jSIiotf0I/AAAAAAAAAvI/5-PBEI3Dx9o/s320/takeshi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet old time with her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jSIyotf1I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/DO_HTklRm78/s1600-h/small345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159104421626216274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jSIyotf1I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/DO_HTklRm78/s320/small345.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My smile is so fake. But she love it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hahas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jRbCotfuI/AAAAAAAAAuY/jX7dvtxsb4M/s1600-h/Abc0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159103635647200994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jRbCotfuI/AAAAAAAAAuY/jX7dvtxsb4M/s320/Abc0081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is all I want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jRbSotfvI/AAAAAAAAAug/5Ia23YuR-S0/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159103639942168306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jRbSotfvI/AAAAAAAAAug/5Ia23YuR-S0/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice log cake? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jRbiotfwI/AAAAAAAAAuo/j-wu1U-p074/s1600-h/PRESENT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159103644237135618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jRbiotfwI/AAAAAAAAAuo/j-wu1U-p074/s320/PRESENT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our Christmas Present Exchanges! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jRbyotfxI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Z5SyosVIZl0/s1600-h/A0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159103648532102930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jRbyotfxI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Z5SyosVIZl0/s320/A0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I miss the times with them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jRcCotfyI/AAAAAAAAAu4/awwfKuJ7f9Q/s1600-h/A0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159103652827070242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jRcCotfyI/AAAAAAAAAu4/awwfKuJ7f9Q/s320/A0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jQ6CotfqI/AAAAAAAAAt4/fbxSg7r3OBM/s1600-h/DSC00942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159103068711517858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jQ6CotfqI/AAAAAAAAAt4/fbxSg7r3OBM/s320/DSC00942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fairy wheel in Progress. Taken by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Neko&lt;/span&gt;-Chan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jQ6SotfrI/AAAAAAAAAuA/mnObAA8THLM/s1600-h/DSC00943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159103073006485170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jQ6SotfrI/AAAAAAAAAuA/mnObAA8THLM/s320/DSC00943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Singapore's own fairy wheel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jQ6SotfsI/AAAAAAAAAuI/mbokDAAQLaU/s1600-h/Abc0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159103073006485186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jQ6SotfsI/AAAAAAAAAuI/mbokDAAQLaU/s320/Abc0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is all I need.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jQ6iotftI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/hDbEud0zyoM/s1600-h/Abc0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159103077301452498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jQ6iotftI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/hDbEud0zyoM/s320/Abc0083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had never regret being with her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jQPSotflI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/sCRjxvgVRRw/s1600-h/DSC00910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159102334272110162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jQPSotflI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/sCRjxvgVRRw/s320/DSC00910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My only love and my only girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jQQSotfmI/AAAAAAAAAtY/coTGsUu8fjY/s1600-h/DSC00911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159102351451979362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jQQSotfmI/AAAAAAAAAtY/coTGsUu8fjY/s320/DSC00911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Neko&lt;/span&gt;-Chan. x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jQQSotfnI/AAAAAAAAAtg/5nzXCjb4RaU/s1600-h/DSC00922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159102351451979378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jQQSotfnI/AAAAAAAAAtg/5nzXCjb4RaU/s320/DSC00922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt;... Her again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jQQyotfoI/AAAAAAAAAto/gl0xB8FWGRg/s1600-h/DSC00928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159102360041913986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jQQyotfoI/AAAAAAAAAto/gl0xB8FWGRg/s320/DSC00928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Dog. That cute little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;plushie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Neko&lt;/span&gt;-Chan love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159102364336881298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jQRCotfpI/AAAAAAAAAtw/ckIR4lHKLts/s320/DSC00934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all. Long time since I blogged. Many more photos to upload. Many things happened during these few weeks! List them one by one for ya to see. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Macro Project over.&lt;br /&gt;2) Excel Project over.&lt;br /&gt;3) Score A (34.5/40) for Macro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ICA&lt;/span&gt; 2.&lt;br /&gt;4) Score 30/50 for Accounts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ICA&lt;/span&gt; 2.&lt;br /&gt;5) Failed POM Project.&lt;br /&gt;6) Lost my MP3.&lt;br /&gt;7) Hp sent to repair.&lt;br /&gt;8) Just celebrated Crab's birthday on 19/1/2007.&lt;br /&gt;9) Just celebrated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Xiao&lt;/span&gt; Mei ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Jia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; ) birthday on 23/1/200.&lt;br /&gt;10) Just celebrated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Shu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Shu&lt;/span&gt; birthday on 23/1/2007.&lt;br /&gt;11) Just celebrated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Matsuoka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sensei's&lt;/span&gt; birthday on 21/1/2007&lt;br /&gt;12) Bought rose for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Neko&lt;/span&gt; on 22/1/2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what.. I changed my hair colour!&lt;br /&gt;That old yellowish hair made my hair so dry and dirty.&lt;br /&gt;Don't really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; coming, time to change new image!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Maeda&lt;/span&gt; San designed my hair again.&lt;br /&gt;Changed into Ash Pink.&lt;br /&gt;30% Pink. 70% Ash. Shocked?&lt;br /&gt;Is not that pink that you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Takeshi&lt;/span&gt; aren't a gay!&lt;br /&gt;Spent $112 on my hair.&lt;br /&gt;My mother say I look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;guai&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Definitely since my hair is dark brown, soon in 2 weeks, her eyes will pop out! =XX&lt;br /&gt;My fringe just too short due to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;mis&lt;/span&gt;-communication with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Maeda&lt;/span&gt; San.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year clothes heaven buy.&lt;br /&gt;Broke. Need sponsor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Neko&lt;/span&gt; money for her clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind. As long she is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Neko&lt;/span&gt;, guess what?&lt;br /&gt;My money is yours.&lt;br /&gt;Your money not mine.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt new thing this week.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting a person to be happy, it don't matter when you give roses.&lt;br /&gt;Any time, Any where, as long you want her be happy, is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Neko&lt;/span&gt; and me growing stronger each day though.&lt;br /&gt;No quarrels so far.&lt;br /&gt;All happiness and sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;Guess this year will be a great year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;I start to feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; atmosphere!&lt;br /&gt;Is my blog song nice?&lt;br /&gt;Must have shocked the hell out of my reader.&lt;br /&gt;Come on guys, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; coming! Time to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;baos&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;After all, money is what I go for since I am so BROKE!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates of Japanese:&lt;br /&gt;Last 1 lesson before exams.&lt;br /&gt;Stressed though.&lt;br /&gt;Speed is what I asked for.&lt;br /&gt;11hrs is all I have.&lt;br /&gt;But alright...&lt;br /&gt;After I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Takeshi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sure can MAKE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Neko&lt;/span&gt; and me watched 40+ movies since we together.&lt;br /&gt;Borrowed more than 10+ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;dvds&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We had sure contributed to Cinema Industry!&lt;br /&gt;Time to demand for VIP card. =X&lt;br /&gt;OH YA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Neko&lt;/span&gt; if you happen to see this post,&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;thai&lt;/span&gt; express card is I PAID!&lt;br /&gt;Is under my name!&lt;br /&gt;Don't Confiscate it!&lt;br /&gt;Beg you! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans ahead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to decorate my house.&lt;br /&gt;Will ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Neko&lt;/span&gt; to design my house!&lt;br /&gt;Time to clear old stuffs. Old will be gone, New will come.&lt;br /&gt;I definitely won't throw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Neko&lt;/span&gt; away. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Lolx&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Time to save for mp3 and new hp.&lt;br /&gt;Time to start preparing for end of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; exams.&lt;br /&gt;Time to study for Japanese exam.&lt;br /&gt;A few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;mths&lt;/span&gt; bust of energy to aim for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;JLPT&lt;/span&gt; 3 this year.&lt;br /&gt;Time to eat more to be FAT.&lt;br /&gt;Time to contact old friends that are lost.&lt;br /&gt;Namely: Benjamin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Chun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Rebby&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Chermain&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Cai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Yun&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Rebby&lt;/span&gt;, Dominic and etc.&lt;br /&gt;Time to continue with my changing of attitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Neko&lt;/span&gt;, I will definitely change.&lt;br /&gt;Matte yo! Wait for me! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Neko&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoo with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Neko&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Bird Park with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Neko&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Neko&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Stars watching with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Neko&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Moon watching with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Neko&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Romantic Dinner with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Neko&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Family dinner with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Neko&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Change new hp with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Neko&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Buy new watch with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;Neko&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Put more money in bank with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Neko&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Romantic date with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;Neko&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Outing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Jiayi&lt;/span&gt; and Jorge!&lt;br /&gt;Get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;Neko's&lt;/span&gt; nails done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;Chermain&lt;/span&gt;, congrats! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Omedettou&lt;/span&gt;! You did well in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;O's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;Rebby&lt;/span&gt;, don't sick anymore! Anything call me. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;chiong&lt;/span&gt; down.&lt;br /&gt;Dominic, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;shiken&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;benkyou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;ganbatte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;kudasai&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;JiaYou&lt;/span&gt;! Last 2 paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;Neko&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;aww&lt;/span&gt;... You have too much things to announce.&lt;br /&gt;1) Time to buy new fish tank.&lt;br /&gt;2) Time to change yourself.&lt;br /&gt;3) Buy new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;4) Time to clear your house!&lt;br /&gt;Regina aka my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;aiai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;aww&lt;/span&gt;... Time to catch up sweet days with you! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;Hahas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;Liyi&lt;/span&gt; and Tracy, time to catch up with you gals too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-2364381148948856303?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/2364381148948856303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=2364381148948856303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/2364381148948856303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/2364381148948856303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2008/01/takeshi-nekos-memories-cny-coming-new.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s Memories CNY coming. New blog song! /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R5jSISotfzI/AAAAAAAAAvA/4MXEtP_0ayQ/s72-c/A0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-3945582605356594508</id><published>2008-01-16T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T10:22:36.673-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories Takeshi is changing now ! /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is time to settle all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is time to organise all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is time to prepare all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is time to change all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is time to plan all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is time to manage all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is time for Takeshi to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Over the past 1 year, I did not get better. Instead, I got worst.&lt;br /&gt;worst in study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;worst in r/s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;worst in jap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;worst in attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;worst in characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;worst in style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;worst in everything I had done for the past 1 year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3 more hrs for Japanese Major Exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few more hours for my POA Exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 days to Excel Exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A mth to Major Exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time is running out. Is time to change before is too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before my friends leave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before my girlfriend leaves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before my study drags me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before my family give up on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before my inner soul abandon me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before everything I once owned, leaves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My passion for stuffs burns out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My passion for study dies out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My passion for making friends chill out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My passion for everything just gone in a mist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Japanese. Japanese. I once good in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Japan. Japan. My hometown, I once lived in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why am I like a duck speaking in Japanese?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why am I like a retard in studying Japanese?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why? Nan De? Doshite? Naze?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where is the old me who speaks Japanese fluently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where is the old me who writes Japanese like my mother tongue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why is my r/s with my girlfriend in a mess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why is there no flame burning in me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why is there no passion for love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why is there no hunger for care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why is there no thrist for her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I gonna change this. All this will start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me, MS. All this will definitely burns again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why is my r/s with friends in a mess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do I love to be alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do I love to stay in a corner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why am I speaking less to them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why am I outing less with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry friends. Is time to catch up with you. The same old days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why am I addict to pool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The passion for pool burns my inner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The love for pool drown me in the river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The miss for pool drives me crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hearing the balls, slowly rolls in the hole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hits the deepest corner of my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;unleash the demon in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Craving for more &amp;amp; more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 hand in pool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 hands in pool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Which is better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I prefer 1 hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So what's the use of another hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is to catch the attention of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To become stronger &amp;amp; fiercely in my attacking of balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The stars, the moon &amp;amp; the night I once loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seem to disappear in tiny air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I no longer watched the stars, the moon &amp;amp; enjoy the breeze of night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I missed the old me. MS, is time to enjoy it with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Study is in a pile of shits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I no longer love to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The old me who love challenges from studying is dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The old me who never give up is hiding up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is time to find back the old me. Is time to pick my pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once a sportman, the mental of "Never give up" crave in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But guess I had not touched sports for years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The words seem to be covered up by fun, laughters, enjoyments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh well. Writing so much. How many will read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How many will concern?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How many will respond?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only the true ppl stays on &amp;amp; persist in reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To you is nothing, but to me, this post is my everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is a declaration of everything that I once owned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is time to let go the funs &amp;amp; enjoyments.&lt;br /&gt;Time to get serious and mature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neko-Chan is 21 soon. I am getting 18 soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The maturity gonna widen and lengthen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This will definitely hurt our r/s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In order to solve, I gonna be more mature than her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I gonna think for future. I gonna plan for her like what I once did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is time to move on with her. No more distractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;21... 18... 3 yrs of diff. The level of thinking is getting deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She thinks about her job, her future, her financial &amp;amp; her characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thinks about my Jap, my pool, my food, my fun &amp;amp; others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See the diff? Is not easy for me. She is stepping into the real society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am still being a baby in a Poly. I thinks nothing about future or sort of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is time to change. Glad that I found back some long lost friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rebby, Melodie, Chermain, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is time to stay by their side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time to plan for future. Is time to save money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A hole in my bank. Is time to fill it up with my first pot of Gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The gold that will make mi richer each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Currently I can strike out the word, "BANKRUPT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because I'm getting richer now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Debts are cleared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No more cry baby. No point crying over spill milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A unlucky 2007, a better 2008, I hoped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Say yo guys, anticipate the new Takeshi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pardon me if I speak to you in Jap again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pardon me if I get too friendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pardon me if you don't get used to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So long guys, the old me is dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time to change for a new me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Definitely change this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If not, my girlfriend might leave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parents give up on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friends leave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Study will be over for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ganbatte yo, Takeshi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ms, isshoni ganbatte yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anata wa watashi no aoi tenshiyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-3945582605356594508?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/3945582605356594508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=3945582605356594508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/3945582605356594508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/3945582605356594508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2008/01/takeshi-nekos-memories-takeshi-is.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s Memories Takeshi is changing now ! /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-3392959566823333959</id><published>2007-12-26T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T09:20:35.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories Christmass 2007 /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Minasan! Konbanwa!&lt;/span&gt; It's been a long time since I blogged? Clearing my spider webby now! x))&lt;br /&gt;Life's been ups &amp;amp; downs? Many people came &amp;amp; leave my life. Some by-passed my life. Some stayed on. Some left me for a break, some left me for good. Demo I'm still who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most happy thing happened during my "Break" is my Japanese. Guess what? Takeshi is taking private Japanese Lesson. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Demo totemo takaii! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But it is very expensive! 11 hours = $500. Matsuoka sensei said: " Takeshi, You need at least 12 hrs for your standard!" Aww... Means I need pay $1k for my Japanese Lesson. But guess what? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12 hrs = 1 level!&lt;/span&gt; So i applying 22 hrs which is $1k! Woot... That's my big Christmas presents! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Countdown? Hmm. Went shopping early in morning. Watched Redline. Nice movie! I won't forget this day. Bought tons of gifts. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spent more than $250!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Bought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1) Diamond Necklace for Neko-Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2) Silver Bracelet for Rebby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3) Big plushie for Melodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4) Big plushie for Chalet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5) Chocolates for Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others will slowly come in. Reasons for choosing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Wanted to give the best present ever for Neko-Chan.&lt;br /&gt;2) Wanted to give the best memories for Rebby.&lt;br /&gt;3) Wanted to give the best huggies for Melodie.&lt;br /&gt;4) Wanted to give the best present for Chalet.&lt;br /&gt;5) Wanted to give the best chocolates for Crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's my reason? I actually wanted to buy a diamond necklace for mum? But I don't think she worth such expensive thing? Bought for Neko-Chan due to my promise. I promised to give the best memories ever for her. That's my promise &amp;amp; I held on tight to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TAKESHI DECLARE BANKRUPT !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stayed over at Neko-Chan's house with her friend. 1st time can officially stayed over. Played Mahjong, watched tv, played cards. Nothing much.&lt;/span&gt; Chatted with her friends. Gomanasai Neko-Chan. I made you upset even on countdown due to somethings. =XX Slept with her due to not enough beds. Soundly she went to sleep. But I did not. Wanted to observe the ways she sleep. She had many bad habits when sleeping. =XX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;DEAR LORD, it's your day yesterday! 2000 years ago, you send Christ down to save us. Due to this, I stayed as who I am today. Glory be to God. Merry Christmas, God. I love you. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;For God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Did not send his only Son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;into the world to condemn the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but to save the world through him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;John3:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Neko-Chan was saved yesterday. Glory be to God. During prayer, I felt my 6th sense telling me, Neko-Chan would take the very first step into accepting Christ by raising her tiny hand into the mid air when the Pastor asked who wished to accept Christ. I decided not to believe it. At the moment, Neko-Chan raised her hand! OMG!?! Tears just flowed out of eyes. I was taken aback. I chose not to believe my 6th sense but it just came true! Praise the Lord. After months, she was being saved! I return my prayer of thanks &amp;amp; joys to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Neko-Chan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who ever is in Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is a new creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The old has gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The new has come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hope you will grow as new Christian strong in faith &amp;amp; prayer. I promised you that I will grow with you as one k? Remember to do New Life Kit everyday. Don't be like me who spent 1 yr 6mths to complete it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to eat Thai Express at Paragon. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st time in Paragon not to use TOILET but to EAT!&lt;/span&gt; =)) Sure broke some records yeah? Aft lunch, I presented my present. Guessed, opened, shocked, smile, happy &amp;amp; nothing else! AWWW... where's the tears that she promised to drop when I buy her diamonds! Bluff me! Hahas... I hope you love the present Neko-Chan. I gave you the treasure of mine. My whole wealth was bet on this necklace. =XX Not big of a diamonds, but big in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shopped around, off we went to Chalet. Surprised &amp;amp; shocked that the girls of next class invited me for Chalet. Same old group, but same old friendship! Missed them for this sem due to my timetable. But NVM! =)) Sat bus because both of us were tired. I guessed this was the long journey we both slept in bus. Hugged her due to the freezing cold that bit into her hands. Snore..zzz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Took another bus from Bedok to Pasir Ris. Slept again.. Party was not bad? Regina won the best well-dressed. Teased her &amp;amp; Qiu Yin ( If I never spell wrongly ) I got a dress in exchange for my Plushie during lucky draw. It was from Jia Ying. Gave to Neko. I had extra plushie due to Dominic. He did not go for party! I gave it to Neko-Chan. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We RaPeD the TURKEY!&lt;/span&gt; Rachel was tearing the meat from the poor TURKEY! Lolx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Neko-Chan recieved:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) Japanese Perm $144 which she paid. Actual price was $485. I knew the boss so gave discount.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) Hand manicure. ( Jia Yi xiao mei. Remember to help do k? )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) Diamond Necklace ( From Citigems which cost me a bomb! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4) A dress ( Recieved during gifts exchange at party )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5) A plushie ( Acutal owner was Dominic )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I recieved... A BIBLE. =XX A daily read bible from her. Others were belated presents I guessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Though you were away from me, but I missed you. There's a void that needed you to fill back. Thinking of you every moment. Thinking about the past that we shared. Thinking about the things we had done. Tears started to flow. Sorrow sank in. It's going to be a brand NEW YEAR soon. Hoping a brighter days ahead of us. I Love You. XoXo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank Rebby! I love your cup! I will drink everyday! =)) Your Christmas Card! I won't forget yeah! Hahas. BaoBei Neko-Chan hope you loved your gifts &amp;amp; the days we spent. Working days are coming. Enjoy your work o..! Don't cover yourself under blanket yeah? Don't scare of the dark! Muackiex. I love you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;More things to come ahead of us. Good days, bad days, etc... We will cross no matter what. Put your faith &amp;amp; trust back to me! Alright? =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watashi wa anata to zutto isshoni itai desu!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-3392959566823333959?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/3392959566823333959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=3392959566823333959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/3392959566823333959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/3392959566823333959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/12/minasan-konbanwa-its-been-long-time.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s Memories Christmass 2007 /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-8922099940475535448</id><published>2007-12-14T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T06:49:01.631-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories Takeshi Teaching Japanese /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Takeshi teaching Japanese today. Basic Japanese for Daily Life! =)) Learn well! Free of charge here! Hahas... Just practicing for some stupid exams! Hai, Ikimashou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH - I eat bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAPANESE - Watashi wa pan-0 tabemasu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In English, (Subject) + (Verb) + (Object). In Japanese, (Subject) + (Object) + (Verb).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="q2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DESU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desu is a grammatical form that can act like to be (You know - is, are, am...) in English in the sense of explaining who or what something / one is or equating one thing with another. Let's take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;わたし　は　クレイ　&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;です&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watashi wa kurei &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Clay&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;これ　は ねこ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;です&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kore wa neko &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;desu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="q3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Basic verb forms &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;～dictionary、～ます&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;たべる&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ----- たべます&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;masu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ----- Both mean "to eat" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;のむ&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ----- のみます&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nomi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;masu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ----- To drink &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;はしる&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hashi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;ru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ----- はしります&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hashiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;masu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ----- To run &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;する&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;----- します&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;shi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;masu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;----- To do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="q4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Making questions &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;か&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making questions in Japanese is easy! Usually you can change a statement into a question by just adding a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;か&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;あなた　は　アメリカ人　です。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="left"&gt;Anata wa amerikajin desu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;あなた　は　アメリカ人　です　&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;か&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anata wa amerikajin desu &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you an American?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="q5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By mastering these question words, your conversational skills will be much stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* いつ itsu - when&lt;br /&gt;いつ　きました　か？&lt;br /&gt;Itsu kimashita ka?&lt;br /&gt;When did you come? [lit. when came?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* どこ doko - where&lt;br /&gt;どこ　から　きました　か？&lt;br /&gt;Doko kara kimashita ka?&lt;br /&gt;Where did you come from? [lit. where from came?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* どうして doushite - why&lt;br /&gt;どうして　きました　か？&lt;br /&gt;Doushite kimashita ka?&lt;br /&gt;Why did you come? [lit. why came?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* なぜ naze- why&lt;br /&gt;なぜ？&lt;br /&gt;Naze? Why? [used in the same way as doushite]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* だれ dare - who&lt;br /&gt;だれが　きました　か？&lt;br /&gt;Dare ga kimashita ka?&lt;br /&gt;Who came?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="q6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Possessive "'s" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;の&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is another nice part about Japanese. To show relationship or possession between 2 things just put a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;の&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no inbetween them. The trick is knowing which goes to the left of the no and which goes to the right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of it as: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;の&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =&gt; 's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;わたし &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;の&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ねこ Watashi &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; neko - My cat [I's cat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日本 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;の&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 車 Nihon &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kuruma - Japanese car [Japan's car]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ねこ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;の&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; おもちゃ Neko &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; omocha - Cat's toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="q7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;と、そして&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several ways to say "and" (connecting things). Let's look at 2 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;と to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - connecting nouns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;わたし　は　日本語　&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;と&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;　英語　&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;と&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;　フランス語　が　話せます。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watashi wa nihongo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; eigo&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; furansugo ga hanasemasu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can speak Japanese and English and French. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;そして Soshite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - connecting phrases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;わたし　は　日本語　が　はなせます。　&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;そして&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;、ドイツ語　が　読めます。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watashi wa nihongo ga hanasemasu. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soshite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, doitsugo ga yomemasu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can speak Japanese and I can read German.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="q8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; でも&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, a small word, but... There are other "buts" but demo is the most common. Learn this first and you can pick the others up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;でも Demo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日本語　が　好き　&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;でも&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;、　フランス語　は　きらい　です。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nihongo ga suki &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;demo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, furansugo wa kirai desu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Japanese, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I hate French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="q9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pronouns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pronouns are not used nearly as much in Japanese as they are in English. Often the pronoun is used once and then after (until the topic shifts to someone else) the pronoun is dropped. Still they are very important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - わたし Watashi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE - わたしたち Watashi tachi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU - あなた Anata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU - あなたたち Anata tachi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE - かれ Kare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE - かのじょ Kanojo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY - かれら Kare ra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Another meaning of kare (he) is actually "boyfriend" and kanojo is "girlfriend"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Fillers - ええと&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In English, we have our "um." in Japanese, they have their "eeto." This is the sound you make when you can't think of what to say, but want to say something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;何 の　動物 が　好き　です　か？&lt;br /&gt;Nan no doubutsu ga suki desu ka?&lt;br /&gt;What animal do you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ええと&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;。。。　ねこ　が　すき。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eeto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... neko ga suki.&lt;br /&gt;Um... I like cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Particles intro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Japanese, grammatical parts of the sentence are shown very clearly by "particles." These particles are placed after the word (or phrase) they modify. The best way to learn to use them is to memorize useful examples and say them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;は wa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - overall topic particle - shows the main topic of the conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NOTE: it is a hiragana ha but pronounced as "wa"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;あなた　&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;は&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;　やさしい。&lt;br /&gt;Anata &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yasashii.&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nice.&lt;br /&gt;[Makes *you* the main topic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;が ga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - the subject particle - sometimes the difference between wa and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ga are hard to tell. Sometimes they can be used interchangeably with only a slight change in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaning. Don't worry about this now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ねこ　&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;が&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;　へん。&lt;br /&gt;Neko &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hen.&lt;br /&gt;The cat &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; strange.&lt;br /&gt;[Makes the *cat* the subject]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;を o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - The Direct Object Particle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本　&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;を&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;　よみました。&lt;br /&gt;Hon &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yomimashita.&lt;br /&gt;(I) read a book.&lt;br /&gt;[NOTE: it makes *book* the object. If we were to say *I* it would be watashi wa at the beginning.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;に ni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - usually shows movement (to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日本　&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;に&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;　いきましょう！&lt;br /&gt;Nihon &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ikimashou!&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to Japan!&lt;br /&gt;[There is movement going to Japan]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;or shows time (at)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;６時　&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;に&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;　いきましょう！&lt;br /&gt;Roku ji &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ikimashou!&lt;br /&gt;Let's go at 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;で de&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Shows location (at, in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日本　&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;で&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;　遊びましょう！&lt;br /&gt;Nihon &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; asobimashou!&lt;br /&gt;Let's play (have fun) in Japan!&lt;br /&gt;[Notice there is no movement]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-8922099940475535448?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/8922099940475535448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=8922099940475535448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/8922099940475535448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/8922099940475535448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/12/takeshi-nekos-memories-takeshi-teaching.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s Memories Takeshi Teaching Japanese /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-7510015179384536949</id><published>2007-12-14T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T04:00:43.279-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories Japanese Poem /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Japanese Poem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;いろはにほへと (いろ は におえど)&lt;br /&gt;I ro ha ni ho he to (Iro wa nioedo)&lt;br /&gt;Even colours and sweet perfume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ちりぬるを (ちりぬる を)&lt;br /&gt;chi ri nu ru wo (chirinuru wo)&lt;br /&gt;Will eventually fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;わかよたれそ (わが よ たれ ぞ)&lt;br /&gt;wa ka yo ta re so (waga yo tare zo)&lt;br /&gt;Even our world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;つねならむ (つね ならん)&lt;br /&gt;tsu ne na ra mu (tsune naran)&lt;br /&gt;Is not eternal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;うゐのおくやま (うい の おくやま)&lt;br /&gt;u wi no o ku ya ma (ui no okuyama)&lt;br /&gt;The deep mountains of vanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;けふこえて (きょう こえて)&lt;br /&gt;ke fu ko e te (kyou koete)&lt;br /&gt;Cross them today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;あさきゆめみし (あさき ゆめ みじ)&lt;br /&gt;a sa ki yu me mi shi (asaki yume miji)&lt;br /&gt;And superficial dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ゑひもせす (よい も せず)&lt;br /&gt;we hi mo se su (yoi mo sezu)&lt;br /&gt;Shall no longer delude you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-7510015179384536949?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/7510015179384536949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=7510015179384536949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7510015179384536949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7510015179384536949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/12/takeshi-nekos-memories-japanese-poem.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R1rNmsjMtrI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/QEl7mKCz-wY/s320/Image238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R1rNnMjMtsI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ZPzKeMiLINk/s1600-h/Image240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141647997864294082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R1rNnMjMtsI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ZPzKeMiLINk/s320/Image240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R1rNnMjMttI/AAAAAAAAAsg/zkSE2IzLYwo/s1600-h/Image246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141647997864294098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R1rNnMjMttI/AAAAAAAAAsg/zkSE2IzLYwo/s320/Image246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A&amp;amp;E Tan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tock&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Seng&lt;/span&gt; ( 5 days left )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bad news for people who cares about me. My report is out. 5 days MC. Under &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;observation&lt;/span&gt;.. My left lung is leaking again! Leaking air now. I sealed it last year. But it's all coming back again. My lung will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;collapse&lt;/span&gt; soon? Tiny air leak since Jan, 2007. Now it is still leaking. Tue, 11/12/2007, I will see the consultant. God bless me. If this round I can't cross, operation is waiting for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lungs had been in pain. Wounds had been in pain. Hard of breathing. Fast heartbeat. Everything is a mixture of torture &amp;amp; a step towards death. x((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Received&lt;/span&gt; somethings that touched me totally today. 100 cranes made of glossy paper. Cranes are known to wish &amp;amp; bless someone. Totally touched. 100 of them, made through countless of sleepless nights. Rushed home to take, skipped lesson, rushed back to give me. Thank for going through such painful &amp;amp; tiring efforts. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;appreciated&lt;/span&gt; all! Thank you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Misaki&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Domou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;arigtou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;gozaimasu&lt;/span&gt;. I wondered something. People who do not know me, will worry more for me. People who know me, will worry but won't care more. I myself do not know whether I can cross this a not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though I smiled, though I said, " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Daijoubu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Genki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;desu&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Shinpai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;jya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nai&lt;/span&gt;. " But actually, I was feeling scare, worry &amp;amp; smell my death approaching. I don't wish to go for another operation. I don't seem to be as strong as I appear? Strong front? Maybe. Laughing my self away, enjoying myself, trying to be MYSELF.. 5 more days, before I face the real things. The most fearful thing for me in life. Can anyone understands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm afraid the same process &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;rewinded&lt;/span&gt;. Went through operation, forget all my friends, lost my memories, forget my loved ones.. Frankly speaking, I really will cherish these 5 days that will come forward. Maybe 1 day, I lay in hospital, little people will know where did I go to? I guess only people who is reading my post now, will know where I will go if I am missing. Hospital? Or off to see Jesus Christ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank people who cares for me. Thank a lot. I won't forget you guys no matter what. I love the cranes. Thank again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Misaki&lt;/span&gt;. That's touching &amp;amp; thoughtful of you, though I am just nobody that need you to go to such extent. Thank a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Met my God-Brother today. Knew him through maple for 2 yrs +... finally saw him today. Went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Bedok&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Kbox&lt;/span&gt; singing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Truly&lt;/span&gt;, he is a amazing guy. Funny, lame, everything nice to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;describe&lt;/span&gt; him. I enjoyed the moments with him. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;singing&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; so on. He is really another person I won't regret knowing. Though he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;damm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;kao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;bei&lt;/span&gt;, but he is overall fine! =)) Sang a lot of loves songs, danced, screamed &amp;amp; did a lot of stupid things. All these will be kept in my memories. Thank for letting me to know you, Edwin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Kor&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Neko&lt;/span&gt;-Chan: Thank for being with me all this while. I had not been a good boyfriend. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Gomanasai&lt;/span&gt;! I will cherish the memories you gave me. I can't give you much more.. I regretted for not giving more &amp;amp; so on. Thank for being my girlfriend till now. =)) 5 more days yeah? Hope it's all turned fine. Frankly speaking, let you down a lot times in this 7 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;mths&lt;/span&gt;. You had not give up. I don't know what had pushed you on. But I believed you will stay strong without me? Take care if I'm meet with mishap! I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Melodie: Sorry that I left you 2 yrs ago. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Giving&lt;/span&gt; you hurts &amp;amp; so on. Now we patched again. I can't stay on with you longer? If I can, I will like to say, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Gomanasai&lt;/span&gt;!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; Voyage to Thailand on Monday! Take good care. I can't express much. but you know how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crystal: Stay strong with your boyfriend. What's is past is past. Move on happily. Thank for staying afar &amp;amp; keep watch on my daily life! Thank for giving past memories too. Sadly, last yr you were there for me at the Hospital, guarding me outside the operation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;threate&lt;/span&gt;, but this yr, you won't? Take care if I can't move further on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dominic: Thank brother for being there no matter what! Though I joked with you, have fun with you, sometimes, I feel painful in lungs too. Just wish to say, I had never regret knowing you! Stay strong. Good luck in future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Jiay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Jorge: Thank for being here for me &amp;amp; concern for me all this while! Hope you two stay strong if I can't be with you guys. Don't fight or quarrel over small things. Take care. God bless you two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;HuiHuan&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;xie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;xie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; buddy! Thank for staying &amp;amp; listening to me! You had never complained about me for being so talkative &amp;amp; noisy. Thank. I trusted you &amp;amp; you really did made me trust you! Take care! God bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Rebby&lt;/span&gt;: Though for 13 yrs, I had spent only about 2 yrs with ya. I should not have left you alone in life! Take care sister! You are my longest &amp;amp; most worthy friend of life! I love you sister!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Benjamin: Hey gay faggot. I wonder if you know about my condition a not. Since you never read my blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;! Whatever it is, I wanna say. Thank for being with me for this 10 yrs! You are my best gay partner &amp;amp; buddy! God bless you in future! Don't be sad over me &amp;amp; worry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; me k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Misaki&lt;/span&gt;: Thank for appearing in my life. Making me happy, cheer me &amp;amp; be there for me. Thank a lot. =)) I don't know what to say, but really thank a lot!?! Please learn to be smarter &amp;amp; not be so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;sotong&lt;/span&gt; in life. You will get easily cheated by others. Don't go drinking anymore k? Take good care k!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are many more I wanna thank! But not enough space! Thank all who loved me &amp;amp; missed me! I love you guys &amp;amp; yes... Pray for me YEAH!?! =)) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Takeshi&lt;/span&gt; will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;alwae&lt;/span&gt; be with you.&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/4905304971438707446-1719372303388532926?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/1719372303388532926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=1719372303388532926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/1719372303388532926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/1719372303388532926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/12/takeshi-nekos-memories-takeshi-is-dying.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; 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CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R1FWcMjMs3I/AAAAAAAAAlw/LCwkR6UuaBs/s320/binnme3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R1FWccjMs4I/AAAAAAAAAl4/6bO-XNHNHXc/s1600-R/binnme4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138983696506598274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R1FWccjMs4I/AAAAAAAAAl4/rhk_Sf-FTNg/s320/binnme4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R1FWccjMs5I/AAAAAAAAAmA/UM8wuziWhIs/s1600-R/860730-48912.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138983696506598290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R1FWccjMs5I/AAAAAAAAAmA/J-qDkPTb9vE/s320/860730-48912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Konbanwa, minasan! It been a month plus since I blogged. Mia for a long long time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many things happened in this month..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many people came into my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many friends mix into my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Met a girl, Misaki (美咲)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many things came dragging in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many stress, unhappiness, happiness came mixing in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neko-Chan, gomanasai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brought tears, unhappiness, heartbroken..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gomanasai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Study is in a mess. Stressful. Nothing can change this fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pool skills improved. Can play backhand, one-hand, jump balls, do tricks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank to Dom, my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Too many things happen, Takeshi really changed into Takeshit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mariko going back to Japan. Sadness came pouring in. Recorded her voice as Ring-Tone as memories. Mariko, kiotsu kete kudasai. Isshoni ganbatte yo. Anata wa inakute totemo samishii desu. Demo kono yoko soko o-wasuremasen. Tabun, kondo isshoni aimasu. Ii desu ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sad to leave her. She's been a good sister to me. After Ryoko, Mariko's going off.. Takanori went back Japan 3 mths ago without giving notices. Next in list is Makoto. Going back to Japan to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone is leaving here. I, myself changed into a Rebellious child. Left home recently, stayed with my brothers. Cold war with mum, not a single sentence spoken to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had BBQ with my class &amp;amp; Neko like 3 weeks or 1 mth ago. Forgot.. Drowning myself in the world of materialistic. Abandoning God in a corner. Became more oppossive against teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dreaming in my own world. Listen to my songs, sinking in my dreams. Who is able to dig me out? Save me from sinking? Neko failed to. Misaki (美咲) failed to. Dom failed to. Kor failed to. Rebby failed to. Dare? Tasukeru?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many songs had accompany me recently. Jay Chou- cai hong. Initial D- technos. BoA- everlasting.. Etc.. Memories came back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Memories of Japan &amp;amp; Misaki (美咲) came back when I hear everlasting. Japan, the place I frequent. Now it seems like a dream. The days I spent there, the happiness I got, the friends I know... Minasan, genki desu ka? Misaki (美咲) love everlasting too. It's her fav. now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know how much I changed. I became quiet nowadays. Don't really talk alot. Only talk to those who are closed to me. I really can't be who I am. Or this is the true me? The real me? Alot people said I changed. My 6th sense told me so. But my mental contricted that. How? Recently depended on my 6th sense a lot. I can keep forseeing the future. But the energy level is getting lesser. Draining me away. Only people who are close to me, know what's with my 6th sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Addicted to Alcohol. Been drinking a lot recently. Doshite? Nan de? why? wakaranai. I don't know. After drinking, I can have good slp. Though I did not get drunk, but my heart is drunk. I don't know what my heart really wants. Addicted to Christmas decorations. Been taking lots of photos on Christmas stuffs. Thank guys for staying by my side. I noticed that, during these times, the time when I really lost myself, my directions, you guys are there to direct me again. I knew that, you guys are impt. to me. During this period, I guessed, I lost a lot friends too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friends are those when in time of needs, they will never complain at all. 1 of them is Dom. Really brother, I don't know how to thank you. Both of us are guys. Though, don't mushy, but the fact is, you really a great pal. Every calls that get you, you will come down to accompany me when you can. You had not complained at all for the troubles no matter how much I brought to you. You are the one &amp;amp; only that can really cheer me up &amp;amp; make mi laugh. Really, thank a lot bro. I will always rmb wad u did for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rebby, thank for hearing all my rubbish &amp;amp; be there for me. When I drink, you are there to take gd care of me. You had not complain anything about me at all. Benjamin, thought we met less than 10 times a year, you had been a great pal for this 10 yrs! Thank a lot for being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neko, I'm sorry for the hurts &amp;amp; tears that I brought to yeah. I shattered your heart so much, that nothing can mend it at all. But you still decided to stay on for me. I don't know what to say. It's all my fault. I changed so much that you, my beloved, could not recongise me at all. Gomanasai! Yurusu. Forgive me please. I don't mean to shatter all this into pieces. No words or anything can ever mend your heart. Though now, you are oversea, away from me, but.. your heart still with me. You buy things for me, hoping to see me changed back to normal again. I'm sorry. Truely. I let you down so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Misaki (美咲), you are another that I wished to say sorry to. I caused you to cry a river. I caused so much hurts &amp;amp; troubles for you. Now, your parents because of "him" &amp;amp; me, distrust you so much. Gomanasai. I had already tried to make it up all for you. It's all started because of a smile, friendliness, outgoing characters of mine. I know no one can have 2 hearts. No one wants to share. No one wants to let go. No one wants to shatter this dreams. No one wants this to happen too... Demo... it all just happened. Gomanasai. Nani mo hanashite imasu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jiayi xiao mei, Jorge, huihuan... Etc.. Thank for sharing a little of my burdens. The most embarrassed thing I wanna say is, Jiayi, though I can help you &amp;amp; Jorge. But the actual fact is, I can't help myself too. I, myself, is losing hold of myself. Don't be liked me. I wish to see you &amp;amp; Jorge be happy. That's why I tried to help that much. God bless you two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As a Christian, I don't act like one. Melodie, I just contacted her. She's my ex. 1 of the few whom I cherished the most. Should be cherished the most. Lost contact with her for 2 yrs. She blocked me in msn, found a lot of boyfriends &amp;amp; now she is single again. Doshite? It was because of me. She could not find the feelings I gave her 2 yrs ago. She's been searching for it in other guys but invaild. I'm sorry. I did not know the feelings I gave you is so special.. Sorry, if you see this post, I wanna say, don't leave my side again. I will cherish you de.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Melodie, changed so much. Devoted christian as who she is now, taught me a lot things. Though, I'm Christian for a longer time, like 5 mths, than her, she knows more clearly about God than me. Very pathetic right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crystal, my last ex. Befriend with me again. I forgave all she had done. She is now with another guy. God bless them &amp;amp; wished that they are happy together. Miki (みき), my Japanese girlfriend, currently in Uni. God bless her &amp;amp; her sister Aya, who once had some memories with me. Time flies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next week, after POA, I decided to take an x-ray. Who knows what the results might be? Feeling unwell recently, lungs are in pain, I took the courage to go for check-ups. Who knows, my lungs collapse again? The wounds are hurting. God bless me. Though I know I not in position to ask God to bless me. Hopefully, nothing is going to happen to me again. Don't wish for another operations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank for the memories at Esplande, Komachi, Vivo city, Swensen. It will be all held in my heart tightly. These were the best memories during this chaos period of my life. Domou Arigatou Gozaimasu! I sincerely thank for that. I will never forget.. Frankly speaking... Though I'm a guy, I admitted I did cry a few times... Even writing this post, I'm dropping tears. I hurted so many love ones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pwned Dom in pool 6-0. But in nxt game which is 3mins +, gt pwned back 7-0. Mum's birthday. Family photo which is still on my Dad's hp's wallpaper.. Etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many photos uploaded here are what I took in this month. Btw, I topped in class for eff.writing. 31/40 if I not wrong. Neko-Chan, come back fast. Misaki (美咲), don't fight with parents. Dom jiayou in girls. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope everything goes well. Minasan, kiotsu kete kudasai. Ja-mata. 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; INTERESTED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; contact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; TAKESHI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R0BBEIMaMdI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ZScjvK6wPu0/s1600-h/nanodimensions_20070905.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R0BBEIMaMdI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ZScjvK6wPu0/s400/nanodimensions_20070905.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134175114377179602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Size and weight&lt;/h4&gt;         &lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="square"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Height: 2.75 inches (69.8 mm)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Width: 2.06 inches (52.3 mm)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Depth: 0.26 inch (6.5 mm)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weight: 1.74 ounces (49.2 grams)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the box&lt;/h4&gt;         &lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="square"&gt;&lt;li&gt;iPod nano&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Earphones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;USB 2.0 cable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dock adapter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quick Start guide&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;         &lt;h4 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Capacity&lt;/h4&gt;         &lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="square"&gt;&lt;li&gt;4GB or 8GB flash drive&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holds up to 1,000 or 2,000 songs in 128-Kbps AAC format&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holds up to 3,500 or 7,000 iPod-viewable photos&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holds up to 4 hours (4GB) or up to 8 hours (8GB) of video&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stores data via USB flash drive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="column"&gt;         &lt;h4&gt;Display&lt;/h4&gt;         &lt;ul class="square"&gt;&lt;li&gt;2-inch (diagonal) liquid crystal display with blue-white LED backlight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;320-by-240-pixel resolution at 204 pixels per inch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;         &lt;h4&gt;Audio&lt;/h4&gt;         &lt;ul class="square"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skip-free playback&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frequency response: 20Hz to 20,000Hz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Audio formats supported: AAC (16 to 320 Kbps), Protected AAC (from iTunes Store), MP3 (16 to 320 Kbps), MP3 VBR, Audible (formats 2, 3, and 4), Apple Lossless, AIFF, and WAV &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;User-configurable maximum &lt;a href="http://docs.info.apple.com/article.html?artnum=303414"&gt;volume limit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;         &lt;h4&gt;Video&lt;/h4&gt;         &lt;ul class="square"&gt;&lt;li&gt;H.264 video, up to 1.5 Mbps, 640 by 480 pixels, 30 frames per second, Low-Complexity version of the H.264 Baseline Profile with AAC-LC audio up to 160 Kbps, 48kHz, stereo audio in .m4v, .mp4, and .mov file formats; H.264 video, up to 2.5 Mbps, 640 by 480 pixels, 30 frames per second, Baseline Profile up to Level 3.0 with AAC-LC audio up to 160 Kbps, 48kHz, stereo audio in .m4v, .mp4, and .mov file formats; MPEG-4 video, up to 2.5 Mbps, 640 by 480 pixels, 30 frames per second, Simple Profile with AAC-LC audio up to 160 Kbps, 48kHz, stereo audio in .m4v, .mp4, and .mov file formats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Mac system requirements&lt;/h4&gt;         &lt;ul class="square"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mac computer with USB 2.0 port&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mac OS X v10.4.8 or later&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;iTunes 7.4 or later&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;         &lt;h4&gt;Windows system requirements&lt;/h4&gt;         &lt;ul class="square"&gt;&lt;li&gt;PC with USB 2.0 port&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Windows Vista or Windows XP Home or Professional with Service Pack 2 or later&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;iTunes 7.4 or later&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Power and battery&lt;sup&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;         &lt;ul class="square"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Built-in rechargeable lithium ion battery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playback time           &lt;ul class="circle"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music playback time: Up to 24 hours when fully charged&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Video playback time: Up to 5 hours when fully charged&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-7135103851551611678?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/7135103851551611678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=7135103851551611678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7135103851551611678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7135103851551611678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/11/ipodnano.html' title='IPODNANO'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/R0BBEIMaMdI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ZScjvK6wPu0/s72-c/nanodimensions_20070905.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-3327338056922236604</id><published>2007-11-16T06:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T06:59:03.879-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*/neko-takeshi/*'/><title type='text'>私はそれをすることができることを信じる! 全力を尽くしなさい!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私はそれをすることができることを信じる! 全力を尽くしなさい!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rz2mVYMaMcI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ADoMYFQ5caQ/s1600-h/jap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rz2mVYMaMcI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ADoMYFQ5caQ/s400/jap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133442036474196418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;検査のための全力を尽くしなさい。 私は精神的支持を永久に与える私の部分をする。 私は愛する!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;laogong,veryhardtotypeo,mykeypadgivemesomuchtrouble!omg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;laogong,sorryaddingmorestresstoyourstress!laopounderstandsbetternow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha,wonderyourjapstandardcanunderstandtheaboveanot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;うまくいけばこの少しは驚きあなたの心配を取り除き、あなたが必要とする刺激を与えることができる!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-3327338056922236604?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/3327338056922236604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=3327338056922236604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/3327338056922236604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/3327338056922236604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='私はそれをすることができることを信じる! 全力を尽くしなさい!'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rz2mVYMaMcI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ADoMYFQ5caQ/s72-c/jap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-7054136726166069860</id><published>2007-10-22T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T19:54:57.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories Chilli Crabs at Neko's House /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;CrAbS on TrEaT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Promised Neko-Chan to treat her to Crabs today. After school, reached home to rest. Played Dota &amp;amp; got ready to go &amp;amp; fetch Neko-Chan. Went down to my house there to buy Crabs. Chilli Crabs which cost me $15. Lolx... Quite cheap ritex? Is at Serangoon North Ave 1 here!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Took taxi down to Eunos to fetch Neko-Chan from work. Bought some more food at Bedok interchange. The Crabs were tiny tiny tiny... but the sauce was not too bad. It was quite tasty yeah? Hahas... Enjoyed the food though... Watched the BAI JIA LE, Mark Lee's design was not that good. But after all the judge let him win...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Helped Neko's mum to check stock market. Luckily her shares did not drop! Lolx... Neko's shares also never drop! Scary... The stock markets were dropping here &amp;amp; there... Great Depression is coming!?! Hahas... Helped Neko to massage her back. This seemed to be my routine at her house now. Massage, massage &amp;amp; massage. Hahas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heavy downpour came when I was flagging a taxi. KNS!?! The umbrella nearly blown off my grips... A sweet nitex to enjoy the cool air in the room! Minasan, oyasumi nasai. Amai Yume!&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/4905304971438707446-7054136726166069860?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/7054136726166069860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=7054136726166069860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7054136726166069860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7054136726166069860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/10/takeshi-nekos-memories-chilli-crabs-at.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s Memories Chilli Crabs at Neko&apos;s House /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-964761335597990499</id><published>2007-10-21T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T20:17:49.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories First Time to Church /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;First Time to Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Thank God for softening Neko-Chan's house. Thank for letting me to bring her to Church. Father, I pray that you will allow her to experience Christ in her life. Take away her sins &amp;amp; cleanse her. Anyone who is in Christ, he is a new creation, the old had gone, the new had come. Father, You taught me this in my first bible study. In you holy name, I pray that you can knock at her heart, open her heart &amp;amp; step into her heart. Live in her &amp;amp; allow her to lead a holy life in the way you want her to. Father you are the King of Kings, the Lord of Lords. Bless her in your name. Thank you Father, in Jesus's name I prayed. Amen!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today, woke up very early. Marks a new beginning of Neko-Chan's life. Brought her to my church. I had always wanted her to go. Finally, today, the day where she made her first step. Lolx. Though we a bit late, missed a bit of the singing, but we managed to find 2 seats. Lolx...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The service was about faith in our armour that God gave us. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our church is going to move to Yio Chu Kang there! Hahas... Renovating soon! Cool sia. This coming sunday, we could draw on our church walls... Write our prayer &amp;amp; so on! Cool horx.. Lolx.. I guessed Daryl, my church leader, was extremely happy to see me bahx! Hahas.. He's been persuading me to go back! Then Anna or who.. Dunno how to spell came to talk to Neko-Chan. Then Eva, they all came to talk to her. Hahas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Same old days of church.. Everyone so enthu! Hahas.. Neko-Chan &amp;amp; me rushed to Dohby to buy movie ticket for "BROTHERS". Cool man. This shows rawks! It very touching about brotherhood. I wondered if my brother did that to me? Planned everything for me? Hahas.. I doubt so o o o o o... Hahas... This movie is a MUST WATCH movie. Andy Lau lyk nothing much in the show. Not much room for him to show his talents... Action packs, touching &amp;amp; comedy! Lolx... Rmb to grab seats at the Cinemas to watch k?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pei Neko-Chan to go bookstore to buy her magazine on house designing. She's going to design her mum's friend house. Neko-Chan, that greedy pig, wanted to buy DONUTS from DONUTS FACTORY!?! Hahas... pei her go buy even though I'm broke. She happy, I will be happy too... Hahas... Bought Nasi Lemak at Bedok Interchange too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reached her house, ate, helped her to design her house. Gave her ideas &amp;amp; so on... Though I can't design. I could read design plans &amp;amp; drawings. =)) Talented right? Bo bian. I need to noe &amp;amp; understand what's Neko-Chan is doing in her job! Man, she was amazing with her skills. Maybe that attracted me. A girlfriend who is designer! PROUD OF HER!?! =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But she kinda lazy when working. I still need to help her carry her laptop, set up the fan for her, helped her to change BIT BIT, the Rabbit.. Lolx... I love her deeply. I wanted to realise her burdens! =)) Muackiex Neko-Chan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-964761335597990499?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/964761335597990499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=964761335597990499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/964761335597990499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/964761335597990499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s Memories First Time to Church /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-9113084629124986931</id><published>2007-10-20T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T19:53:08.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories Setting Up Wireless Network /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Internet Wireless Setup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was at Neko's house since morning. I accompanied her to the wet market to buy stuffs for dinner. Bought myself a big BAO to eat. I helped her to set up her wireless internet &amp;amp; the security. KNS... Her is Singnet while mine is Starhub. The setup was totally not the same. I had to figured it all out by myself. WTH..? Hahas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After setting up, I started trying out the net. The speed was not bad. Loading was quite fast. Good thing was my Neko-Chan was a sweet girl. Cooked lunch for me yeah? Hahas... Luckily, she did not starve me to death. Watched "Xiao Qian" the old old chinese animated movie. Lolx. Brought back memories lehx... My VCD was lent to my cousin &amp;amp; never to return back again! Hahas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Guess what? Crab-EK- Dropped by at Neko's house. Surprised right? Hahas... She going meet Clement from Army. So before that she dropped by. I sarcrificed oK!?! Lolx... because Neko-Chan had to entertain her. I understood &amp;amp; I entertained myself by surfing the net &amp;amp; playing dota! Lolx... They chatted so much, sang song, laughed together... Lolx... I never had such experience with friends? Because my parents don't really lyk ppl to come my house. But never mind. I can alawe go other ppl's house. Lolx... Guess what? I did something very sweet &amp;amp; wonderful. I poured water for both of them! But that dumb Neko-Chan said this, "ONLY PLAIN WATER ARHX!?!" KNS lorx... lyk tat say me. Nxt time let her thrist to death!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The exciting moment was here at nitex! Neko-Chan's going to cook for me! Wah laox... I did not noe she could cook so well &amp;amp; so much. Marry her, I won't scare I gt nth to eat! Hahas... She cooked Dumpling Noodle &amp;amp; Soup. Kao... She could even wrap the dumplings herself... I felt so useless... I could only help to EAT!?! Wahahahs... Nice boyfriend right? So good de... Girlfriend cook, I eat only! Lolx...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Her auntie came to her hse... Shocking sia... Now is meeting Relative?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She came in &amp;amp; asked this, "What's your name?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Takeshi!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"HUH!?! WHAT shit?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Erm... Never mind, you can call me Jian Bin"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Oh... That CHEN JIAN BIN ARHX!?! I noe.. I noe.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;KNS ritex..? Lolx.. She damm evil lorx! Lyk that say mi. WHAT SHIT!?! Biang... I go bang wall liaox..! Lolx.. Today was such an exciting day. Lolx.. So many things happen. Can you guys keep up with such happening experience of mine? Hahas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TAKESHI LOVE NEKO-CHAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-9113084629124986931?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/9113084629124986931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=9113084629124986931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/9113084629124986931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/9113084629124986931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/10/takeshi-nekos-memories-setting-up.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s Memories Setting Up Wireless Network /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-7590112329176893603</id><published>2007-10-19T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T09:57:22.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko Memories Regina's Post /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To: Whoever u think u are... (Regina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please mind ur attitudes and words. It maybe just casual remarks but u duno how much it hurts. Saying once I may forget it but saying it too many times may hurt friendship. Sorry i may not be a perfect person with all good attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm short tempered i know but i wont be angry if u did not say or do things which pissed me off. I'm not angry now. I'm just trying to salvage our friendship, I think i should voice out my unhappiness so that you will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun wan a barrier between us, hope you understand. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if i did show u attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will read this post. Tell you that U'r still my BFF. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dont win me in pool ok! Kns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-7590112329176893603?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/7590112329176893603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=7590112329176893603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7590112329176893603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7590112329176893603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/10/takeshi-neko-memories-reginas-post.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko Memories Regina&apos;s Post /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-5975801946437999543</id><published>2007-10-01T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T03:21:54.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi-Neko Happy 5mth Anniversary! /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;5 Months Anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5 mths since the day we started officially. Times fly fast. An eye blink, 5 mths had past. Things had come &amp;amp; go for these few mths. Many things happen. Sour, Sweet, Bitter &amp;amp; Spicy stuffs had all happened. I had yet to regret being together with Neko-Chan. Frankly speaking, she was not a perfect girl I'm looking for. To her, I'm not the perfect guy too. But we both strived for excellence. Diligence before success. Lolx. She changed since the day I met. From a Lioness to a little cute Neko-Chan. Lolx. Times can help a person to change. Though she is not perfect even till this moment, she considered the best in my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Neko-Chan had to work today. I could not meet her to go out! Hahas. I gave her a surprised! I bought Roses for her! I told her to wait for me at Eunos. I rushed down, chose it &amp;amp; bought it. Met her at platform. Guess what?!? KA NA SAI!?! She already knew I going to buy Roses? When did she become so SMART!?! Hahas... Never Mind... I suggested to her that if she mind that I go her house to eat with her &amp;amp; her mum. Reluctantly, she called her mum to ask! Went to her house to eat Chicken Rice! Hahas... Her mum cooked de... Very Delicious...!~ Yum Yum!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hahas... Explained to her mum about the hair care products again! =)) Went home after dinner!~ Though it was a short meeting, I would never forget about today!~ After went home, her mum asked her if I very good at "HONG" her. Lolx. Sound like I cheating her sia!~ Ka na sai!?! Hahas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I LOVE YOU NEKO-CHAN. I hope I become part of your family. I hope your mum accept me. I hope your mum will never oppose us! Muackiex. Huggies...&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/4905304971438707446-5975801946437999543?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/5975801946437999543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=5975801946437999543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/5975801946437999543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/5975801946437999543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/10/takeshi-neko-happy-5mth-anniversary.html' title='*\ Takeshi-Neko Happy 5mth Anniversary! /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-4841716781765754768</id><published>2007-09-30T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T01:42:40.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi-Neko's The Meeting with Mother-In-Law Part 2 /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Meeting with Mother-In-Law Part&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday met my mother-in-law! Now today met again! Reason:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Her mum need hair care product. Neko-Chan told her mum that my mum selling hair products.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Her mum joined my mum's company 3 yrs ago as member.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to Neko-Chan's house to introduce her mum the products. She talked to me  lot of our matters. Asked about my background &amp;amp; my education &amp;amp; so on... Lolx. I talked a lot with her mum! This kinda progressed quite fast! Hahas... Neko-Chan &amp;amp; me went to Queenstown! Went to Ikea to makan. Tried all her favourite food! After that went to Queenstown Shopping Centre. Shopped for Jeans &amp;amp; bought Kappa shoes. Shoes = $50. Jean = $40. I'm broke! Hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went home in bus. Sleeping thruough the bus trip!?! 2nd time sleep till so song. Lolx. Even drooled on Neko-Chan. Kakakakax... Today... A wonderful day though. Met her mum for 2nd time. Feeling... Not very excited or anxious now. Her mum said "I YA YA PAPAYA!" Lolx.. Maybe I talked too much? Kns... Minus marks liaox!?! Lolx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-4841716781765754768?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/4841716781765754768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=4841716781765754768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4841716781765754768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4841716781765754768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/09/takeshi-nekos-meeting-with-mother-in.html' title='*\ Takeshi-Neko&apos;s The Meeting with Mother-In-Law Part 2 /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-5046776510694364520</id><published>2007-09-29T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T01:43:24.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi-Neko's Memories The Meeting with Mother-In-Law /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Meeting with Mother-In-Law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118874295986373186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RwnlDR4lQkI/AAAAAAAAAlE/6d_UbhYSHCc/s320/DSC00847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rwnk2R4lQjI/AAAAAAAAAk8/mKFTDrZX4Kg/s1600-h/DSC00848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118874072648073778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rwnk2R4lQjI/AAAAAAAAAk8/mKFTDrZX4Kg/s320/DSC00848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OH MY GOODNESS! I went to Neko-Chan house to meet her. We watched movie &amp;amp; chatted. Then she wanted to get ready to go out to either cycle or for a movie! Alright, I waited for her to bathe finish. I went to watch Crunchyroll, D.Gray-Man. This anime was quite nice. At least not a bad anime! Watching halfway, 6th sense told me, her mum would be back without calling her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I did not really bother because my 6th sense might not be accurate? Watched for 15mins, suddenly the house door opened! WTF!?! I did not know how to react. I just continued watching the anime. Then her mum came in! She stared at me. I said: "Hello, Auntie!" Her legs glued to the floor. She hugged her stuffs tightly &amp;amp; her eyes were popping out! She just nodded &amp;amp; went into her room! WTH!?! I cursed my 6th sense. This time also accurate! I should believe &amp;amp; avoid sia! I totally stunned, you know? I was liked... WTH WTH WTH!?! Lolx...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neko-Chan came out of bathroom. She was shocked that her mum was at home! Lolx. She chatted with her mum about the things she suffered in office by her department head. I was so freaking tired. But I couldn't possibly lay on the bed! If her mum not there, I would have been laying on the bed &amp;amp; drooling away into my sweetdreams! Lolx... I was having headache there. Her mum told her that do not ever bring me home &amp;amp; stay alone in the house! Before we went out, her mother still smiled at me &amp;amp; told us not to go home late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Weird right? Contridicted. Behind my back, told Neko-Chan that don't bring me home, but in front of me so friendly. Lolx. All mother is like that! Went to Parkway Parade. Ate Swensen's Ice-Cream. Neko-Chan ordered "Gaint 5" &amp;amp; me ordered "Banana Spilt" Lolx... Neko-Chan was dumb lahx. After eating Ice-Cream, Neko-chan told me that she was freaking cold. She wanted to eat steamboat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shopped around the around. Nothing caught my attention for me to buy! But we went to see the colours of the Levi's watch which we gonna buy after getting our pay! Neko-Chan buay tahan. She dragged me down to queue up for steamboat. Ordered quite a lot. The dumplings were sour &amp;amp; spoilt lorx. Changed 1 time also sour. Even the couple beside us also complain! Heng, if ate liaox, sure Lao Sai whole day! Hot &amp;amp; Cold. I guessed my stomach was quite strong for it! Lolx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank Neko-Chan for the day! I love you Baobei. Today marked the first day I saw her mum! Though I been wanting to see her mum, but did not expect under such condition! Lolx. Muackiex! Miss ya Neko-Chan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-5046776510694364520?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/5046776510694364520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=5046776510694364520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/5046776510694364520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/5046776510694364520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/09/takeshi-nekos-memories-meeting-with.html' title='*\ Takeshi-Neko&apos;s Memories The Meeting with Mother-In-Law /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RwnlDR4lQkI/AAAAAAAAAlE/6d_UbhYSHCc/s72-c/DSC00847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-7631020947277573531</id><published>2007-09-27T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T23:04:20.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi-Neko's Memories 881 Meet my parents /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;881&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RwHe4x4lQaI/AAAAAAAAAj4/3b50avP7J5o/s1600-h/213251.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116615718714294690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RwHe4x4lQaI/AAAAAAAAAj4/3b50avP7J5o/s400/213251.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Exciting day today! My mum wanted Neko-Chan to go with us to watch 881! Lolx. After my work, I went down to Eunos!?! I wanted to give surprise to Neko-Chan that I fetching her. She's working overtime till 7.15pm! The movie started at 8pm. We rushed down to AMK HUB. Then bought Mos Burger's fish meal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went up to the cinema, my parents already in the cinema. I gave my name &amp;amp; the ticket vendor gave me the ticket. The movie was funny with those Hokkien. The songs all got meaning de... My mum &amp;amp; Neko-Chan cried!!! Wah... 2nd movie which Neko-Chan cried lehx... Eyes warm warm &amp;amp; wet wet de. Lolx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After movie, went down to Kallang to eat my fav. Frog Legs Congee. Steady lehx... ordered quite a lot. My mum &amp;amp; Neko-Chan chatted quite a lot. Then my dad drove us to Geylang to buy fruits. Bought all the fruits for Neko-Chan. Lolx. After that drove her home. Surprisely, the meeting was quite smooth. Neko-Chan enjoyed her day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry Neko-Chan. I did not mean to shout at you. I'm sorry. I promised you I will never do that again.&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/4905304971438707446-7631020947277573531?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/7631020947277573531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=7631020947277573531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7631020947277573531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7631020947277573531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/09/takeshi-nekos-memories-881-meet-my.html' title='*\ Takeshi-Neko&apos;s Memories 881 Meet my parents /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RwHe4x4lQaI/AAAAAAAAAj4/3b50avP7J5o/s72-c/213251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-7176101860659807003</id><published>2007-09-25T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T00:28:21.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories Mooncake Festival /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Mooncake Festival 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RwnYLh4lQfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/OpOxut8_-Hg/s1600-h/DSC00844.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118860144069132786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RwnYLh4lQfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/OpOxut8_-Hg/s400/DSC00844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The Cats Gathering at Void Deck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RwnXzh4lQbI/AAAAAAAAAkA/DtKXoJ3J-bA/s1600-h/DSC00828.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118859731752272306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RwnXzh4lQbI/AAAAAAAAAkA/DtKXoJ3J-bA/s400/DSC00828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Our hearts that joined together! Made up of 50 TeaLight Candles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RwnX0h4lQcI/AAAAAAAAAkI/fzaFHwToROk/s1600-h/DSC00833.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118859748932141506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RwnX0h4lQcI/AAAAAAAAAkI/fzaFHwToROk/s400/DSC00833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Neko-Chan with her precious 2 hearts I made for her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RwnX1x4lQdI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Jwj3qGzz6a8/s1600-h/DSC00838.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118859770406978002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RwnX1x4lQdI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Jwj3qGzz6a8/s400/DSC00838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; This was also what I made for Neko-Chan! My heart for her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RwnX2R4lQeI/AAAAAAAAAkY/QRkOIojzMgg/s1600-h/DSC00836.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118859778996912610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RwnX2R4lQeI/AAAAAAAAAkY/QRkOIojzMgg/s400/DSC00836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*\ Neko-Chan &amp;amp; Takeshi /*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The first Mooncake Festival I celebrated with Neko-Chan! I bought 100 Fireworks, 50 TeaLight Candles &amp;amp; 3 packets of candles! Brought Neko-Chan to her house's void deck! I started building my 2 Joint Heartshape for her! I built 2 big heartshap in the middle of field! Lighted it up, but was a difficult task for me. The wind kept blowing my candles off! Then a lady of 3 kids came towards me and asked: "Do you need me to help you two to take photo?" I replied: "Ya of course if you want to help!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lolx. Alot people gathered around that heartshape, kids also played around our heartshape! It was a big heartshape in the middle of field, ther centre of attraction! Lolx. After which, I built another "I LOVE YOU" with little, tiny candles! Lolx... Neko-Chan was busy taking photos of the heartshape! She never even help de lorx! Piak her! Hahas... The wind kept blowing lorx! WTH!?! Bullied my little candles! Lolx...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1 Funny thing... A group of small kids ran around my heartshape. Guess what they shouted? "MUMMY, I FOUND A LIGHTER!" They took the lighter &amp;amp; went off! WTH!?! That's my lighter lehx! What they found it!?! Is MINE!?! I PUT IT THERE!?! Then Neko-Chan quickly packed all my TeaLight Candles! In case the kids came &amp;amp; shouted again "MUMMY, I FOUND CANDLES!" Lolx... Enjoyed myself a lot yeah? Did Neko-Chan feel touch for what I had done. Did she feel surprised for what I had done? Lolx... I don't know? Hahas... She just said: "Thank you Laogong! I love you!" Lolx...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went back home. Saw a group of cats gathering! First time I see so many cats gathered lorx! All those cats were those usually Neko-Chan &amp;amp; I played with. Lolx. Maybe they all wannna tell us that the void deck was their territory! Lolx... I Love you Neko-Chan. Don't worry. Next year will be me celebrating with you again! =)) Promised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-7176101860659807003?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/7176101860659807003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=7176101860659807003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7176101860659807003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7176101860659807003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/10/takeshi-nekos-memories-mooncake.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s Memories Mooncake Festival /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RwnYLh4lQfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/OpOxut8_-Hg/s72-c/DSC00844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-3575743564241375122</id><published>2007-09-24T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T10:46:59.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko/*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi-Neko's Memories AFA Supp.Paper /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THE BIG BIG BIG HELL GATE WAS OPENING FOR ME TO DIP IN! Gone Case! Met Rachel at YCK mrt at 8.30am. Raining heavy. I wore my slippers to school! I forgot school rules lorx! Kns... I kena booked for my slippers! KUSO!?! SHIT!?! AFA was quit ok ok lorx. Hopefully can pass. I promised my Neko-Chan not to fail! I won't break this promise. I was feeling guilty of breaking my promise the other time that I will not retake more than 1 module. If this time AFA, touch wood, failed again, I tink Neko-Chan would be terribly upset!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After AFA, went to Fish &amp;amp; Co to eat with Rachel. The lunch was quite cheap. We chatted about our life &amp;amp; so on. Did know more about Rachel. Lolx. After all, she's good friend of mine. Lolx. She's so good lorx! Pei me went to buy mooncake. I promised Neko-Chan I will give her a surprise. I used her voucher which her colleague gave to her because of giving birth. A fruit cake voucher which costed $8.80. I changed for a durian &amp;amp; I bought 1 durian &amp;amp; 2 Banana skin double yolked mooncake for her! Lolx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Met Neko at AMK hub at 6.30pm. I was sleeping whole day to replenish my energy after the exam. Went to Ichiban Sushi to eat! Lolx. After that went to seem Haguana slippers, but was not under New Urban. I could not use the $20 New Urban Voucher which Neko-Chan bought for me. Lolx. Came to my house, went to RAINBOW to change the filter. Bought 3 Gold Fishes. Lolx. Thank Joel. I told them I'm your classmate, they discount $1!?! WTH!?! Lolx. Came back home, watched moive, Secret, with Neko-Chan again! My Mum offered to send her home! Shocking &amp;amp; scary! Neko-Chan took the offer! My mum kept telling her how bad boy I was. Biang!?! But good thing was, she asked Neko-Chan to go church with me! Lolx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank Neko-Chan for the day! Though it was short, but I loved the moment being with you! Muackiex...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-3575743564241375122?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/3575743564241375122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=3575743564241375122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/3575743564241375122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/3575743564241375122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/09/takeshi-nekos-memories-afa-supppaper.html' title='*\ Takeshi-Neko&apos;s Memories AFA Supp.Paper /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-2618761338978977625</id><published>2007-09-23T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T10:49:28.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi-Neko Memories Preparation for AFA Supp Paper /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did not go out with Neko-Chan. I was totally so tired out after so long. Decided to rest at home. Friday, Saturday &amp;amp; Monday I took off days from work! Lolx. I wanted to study but too sian of it. Not much motivation. AFA supp paper...? Lolx. What's the meaning of SUPP PAPER? Means I am a noobshit in AFA. Gone Case liaox! Lolx. Resting at home &amp;amp; slacking. Monday, my doom day! I studied here &amp;amp; there a bit. Lolx. Play dota/watch my japanese anime! Lolx. Nothing much special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neko-Chan at home slacking &amp;amp; sleeping liked a pig! Should be said, DEAD PIG. She was liked,  "Yawn, Laogong, let me sleep. Don't disturb. Shoo, go study!" Lolx. I decided to pass this exam once &amp;amp; for all! If not I retake damm ma fan, you know? I chiong for the whole night after pampering my baobei to sleep. I did not sleep till 4am! I decided to raise white underwear! SURRENDER. ZzZ... Woke up at 6.30am to study again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-2618761338978977625?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/2618761338978977625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=2618761338978977625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/2618761338978977625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/2618761338978977625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/09/takeshi-neko-memories-preparation-for.html' title='*\ Takeshi-Neko Memories Preparation for AFA Supp Paper /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-6073969478197786448</id><published>2007-09-22T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T10:50:46.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi-Neko's Memories I Now Pronounce You Chuck And Larry (2007) /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Now Pronounce You Chuck And Larry (2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The production photos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RvfxtR4lQVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/VrwWnM67L0U/s1600-h/360x250_chuck_larry_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113821662099620178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RvfxtR4lQVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/VrwWnM67L0U/s320/360x250_chuck_larry_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rvfxth4lQWI/AAAAAAAAAjY/w6Ea9xbcNvU/s1600-h/360x250_chuck_larry_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113821666394587490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rvfxth4lQWI/AAAAAAAAAjY/w6Ea9xbcNvU/s320/360x250_chuck_larry_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rvfxtx4lQXI/AAAAAAAAAjg/VW5LTXjT7tM/s1600-h/360x250_chuck_larry_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113821670689554802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rvfxtx4lQXI/AAAAAAAAAjg/VW5LTXjT7tM/s320/360x250_chuck_larry_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rvfxtx4lQYI/AAAAAAAAAjo/D45oCTurmpI/s1600-h/360x250_chuck_larry_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113821670689554818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rvfxtx4lQYI/AAAAAAAAAjo/D45oCTurmpI/s320/360x250_chuck_larry_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rvfxtx4lQZI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Rhau7FGEirI/s1600-h/360x250_chuck_larry_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113821670689554834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rvfxtx4lQZI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Rhau7FGEirI/s320/360x250_chuck_larry_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I was being smuggled by Neko-Chan into this M18 movie. Lolx. I was resting at her house today, felt so bored, so decided to catch a movie! This show was freaking funny. You can sure laugh throughout the movie! Hahas. Bought &amp;amp; smuggled Mos Burger in! After the show, went down to New Urban at Cathay there. They don't have my size. The 2 sales guy kept looking at us. I guses it was probably our age different? I don't care! Lolx. Took bus 7 down to Bugis. Neko-Chan wanted to shop there for some goods. She bought her stuffs but I never buy! So unfair sia! Sent her home. I love you, Neko-Chan. Muackiex. Thank for the day. Enjoyed myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/4905304971438707446-6073969478197786448?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/6073969478197786448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=6073969478197786448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/6073969478197786448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/6073969478197786448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='*\ Takeshi-Neko&apos;s Memories I Now Pronounce You Chuck And Larry (2007) /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RvfxtR4lQVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/VrwWnM67L0U/s72-c/360x250_chuck_larry_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-9002365746919112491</id><published>2007-09-20T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T21:59:53.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi-Neko's friends quitted the telemarketer's job /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pwn that old hag, Sharon! Lolx. She fired Zing for not having enough shows! Steady enough, James &amp;amp; Qiu Ling quitted their jobs too! Rawks on guys! Too bad too bad!?! I need the money urgently! If not I won't stay on too! I need the money because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Buy new clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Persue my JLPT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) Buy new handphone (those who know that my hp in pathetic state )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4) Save for Neko-Chan &amp;amp; my Bank Accounts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5) Suprises for Neko-Chan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6) Buy ice-cream skin mooncake for Neko-Chan &amp;amp; her mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7) Buy new shoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8) Buy speaker for my laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank guys for accompanying me for the last time in this job. Glad to know you guys through this work. The lame things we did, the lame talks we had, gossipings &amp;amp; so on! You guys rawks on! I won't forget you guys! Don't forget me too! Remember to ask me out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-9002365746919112491?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/9002365746919112491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=9002365746919112491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/9002365746919112491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/9002365746919112491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/09/takeshi-nekos-friends-quitted.html' title='*\ Takeshi-Neko&apos;s friends quitted the telemarketer&apos;s job /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-3794393997289974607</id><published>2007-09-17T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T10:16:39.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi-Neko's memories Exams results /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got back my results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GPA 1.6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Economic: D+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stats: FAILED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;POM: B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AFA: FAILED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oral Communication: B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;IT: C+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Repeat stats module, supp paper for accounts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I let Neko-Chan down. I promised not to fail more than 1 module. Haix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shiken no bankyou ganbatte kudasai, Takeshi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-3794393997289974607?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/3794393997289974607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=3794393997289974607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/3794393997289974607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/3794393997289974607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/09/takeshi-nekos-memories-exams-results.html' title='*\ Takeshi-Neko&apos;s memories Exams results /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-4448634392751010696</id><published>2007-09-17T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T05:27:17.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi-Neko's First cheque. Neko promised to delete CheeWei's hp &amp; everything about him. Forget the past &amp; move on with me! /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;YO!?! Back again writing my beloved blog which I created for Neko-Chan &amp;amp; Me!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got my PAY CHEQUE! $112!?! yeah. my pay cheque for the month of August! Hahas. First time get check sia! =)) In Bee Chiang Xiang, I get CASH!?! Lolx. Job was all boring. Met James, Qiuling &amp;amp; Zi Ying for lunch at Lao Pa Sai. Ordered Ice Kacang to share. First time ate Peanuts &amp;amp; Corns Ice Kacang!?! Jimmy quitted the job. I don't know if it got to do with the quarrel with our supervisor, Sharon. I saw ex-colleagues came to collect cheque. Missed them though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I met Neko-Chan for dinner. Poor us, only have $10 for 2 of us to survive. Lolx. Went to Tampiness, ate Long John Silver! Long time never eat. We went home in bus. Saw a big crockroach below Neko-Chan's house. Lolx. She went to carry a fat, cute cat &amp;amp; placed in front of the crockroach &amp;amp; let them had a fight. Lolx. Kissed her. Let her home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neko-Chan. Don't forget what you promised me tonight. Let go of the past, move on with me into future. I Love You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-4448634392751010696?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/4448634392751010696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=4448634392751010696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4448634392751010696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4448634392751010696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/09/takeshi-nekos-first-cheque-neko.html' title='*\ Takeshi-Neko&apos;s First cheque. Neko promised to delete CheeWei&apos;s hp &amp; everything about him. Forget the past &amp; move on with me! /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-6012197677451466925</id><published>2007-09-16T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T23:18:30.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi-Neko's The Invasion &amp; Olivia's CD /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;The Invasion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The production Photos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RvNRPi79kUI/AAAAAAAAAiw/I56lSlPI5lo/s1600-h/360x250_theinvasion2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112519329513836866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RvNRPi79kUI/AAAAAAAAAiw/I56lSlPI5lo/s320/360x250_theinvasion2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RvNRPy79kVI/AAAAAAAAAi4/vBOtMb9Xy0c/s1600-h/360x250_theinvasion3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112519333808804178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RvNRPy79kVI/AAAAAAAAAi4/vBOtMb9Xy0c/s320/360x250_theinvasion3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RvNRPy79kWI/AAAAAAAAAjA/SCEFAgx2eL4/s1600-h/360x250_theinvasion6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112519333808804194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RvNRPy79kWI/AAAAAAAAAjA/SCEFAgx2eL4/s320/360x250_theinvasion6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RvNRQC79kXI/AAAAAAAAAjI/NWIyA1ihtJ4/s1600-h/360x250_theinvasion10.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112519338103771506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RvNRQC79kXI/AAAAAAAAAjI/NWIyA1ihtJ4/s320/360x250_theinvasion10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rating for this movie is about 3.5 stars. Not that bad of a show. Is all about virus, people trying to escape from morphing into weird alien &amp;amp; so on lahx. Book B3 &amp;amp; B4 again with Neko-Chan. The stupid idiotic ticket vendor never tell us GOLDEN VILLAGE B3 &amp;amp; B4 is the 3rd ROW!?! In Cathay, it will be the 3rd last row! Wth!?! We waited for the show to start &amp;amp; we changed seats. Lolx. Neko-Chan prepared lunch for me. Quite touched though. ^_^!" She woke up early to prepare for me sia. Ate the lunch but the veggie I threw 1 side. Lolx. The show quite exciting at some parts. I need to keep remind Neko-Chan not to SCREAM. She always screams in movies! WTH!?! I always get shocked by her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After movie went to Raffles City. Ate Thai Food. Tom Yam, Neko-Chan's favourite! Lolx. I lied to her that I want Lao Sai! Then, I chiong to the CD SHOP to buy her Olivia's CD. I smuggled back, she also din noe. Stupid gal! Lolx. Then chatted with her about our future stuffs &amp;amp; what I told my mum that I want her a place in my life. I love her deeply. Woo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Visited Jocelyn! So long never see her. Still as pretty &amp;amp; Jap Jap girl. Lolx. Neko-Chan don't know buy what stuff from her. All I know is lady's stuffs &amp;amp; need spend money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahas. Decided to go Esplande! But raining big big sia. Then went back to Bedok! Ate some desserts with her! Her Jasmine ICE KACANG! Wah Biang. Damm Er Xin. Green Green like Lao Sai! Lolx. I din tell her lahx! Sent her home. Asked her covered her eyes. Gave her Olivia's CD. She like not much reaction that she was touched or what. Just said, " Thank You, Laogong." Lolx. That's sweet enough I guess. Short day, but nice memories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-6012197677451466925?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/6012197677451466925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=6012197677451466925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/6012197677451466925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/6012197677451466925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/09/takeshi-nekos-invasion-olivias-cd.html' title='*\ Takeshi-Neko&apos;s The Invasion &amp; Olivia&apos;s CD /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RvNRPi79kUI/AAAAAAAAAiw/I56lSlPI5lo/s72-c/360x250_theinvasion2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-4545566970357131702</id><published>2007-09-13T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T18:56:51.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi Helping Mic to sell mooncakes /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MoonCakes for Sales!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Helping my friends Mic to sell mooncakes. See this post? Go link to her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://loveableangelss.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://loveableangelss.livejournal.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Nice nice delicious mooncake waiting for you to grab! new stock, new flavour &amp; new style! Don't miss your chance to pop by at Bishan J8 Level 2. The mooncake stalls! For more details, please visit her website k? Please report my name Takeshi if you see her. She will know is someone I know, then she serve better. You can eat &amp;amp; drink more of the goodies! Lolx!&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/4905304971438707446-4545566970357131702?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/4545566970357131702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=4545566970357131702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4545566970357131702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4545566970357131702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/09/takeshi-helping-mic-to-sell-mooncakes.html' title='*\ Takeshi Helping Mic to sell mooncakes /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-7015048543045447650</id><published>2007-09-04T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T08:17:10.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi-Neko's Memories-Superman /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Superman Day!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rt1npSEhMhI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nX-WL4L8_dw/s1600-h/superman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106351511431098898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rt1npSEhMhI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nX-WL4L8_dw/s320/superman1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rt1npiEhMiI/AAAAAAAAAiY/HG6B77ZrcGw/s1600-h/superman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106351515726066210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rt1npiEhMiI/AAAAAAAAAiY/HG6B77ZrcGw/s320/superman2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rt1npiEhMjI/AAAAAAAAAig/o-pqc1ZTPqk/s1600-h/superman3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106351515726066226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rt1npiEhMjI/AAAAAAAAAig/o-pqc1ZTPqk/s320/superman3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rt1npiEhMkI/AAAAAAAAAio/0mu5z98-Vjk/s1600-h/superman4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106351515726066242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rt1npiEhMkI/AAAAAAAAAio/0mu5z98-Vjk/s320/superman4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neko-Chan &amp; Takeshi!?! Hahas. I remembered this day when we both wore our Couple-Tee together. sweet moment but now!?! Neko-Chan &amp;amp; my superman's T-Shirt colour dropped sia! Knn. But never! Sweet moment always captured in neoprint! I love you Neko-Chan. Hope you remembered this day too!&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/4905304971438707446-7015048543045447650?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/7015048543045447650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=7015048543045447650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7015048543045447650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7015048543045447650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/09/takeshi-nekos-memories-superman.html' title='*\ Takeshi-Neko&apos;s Memories-Superman /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rt1npSEhMhI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nX-WL4L8_dw/s72-c/superman1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-8121112202833452153</id><published>2007-09-02T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T11:03:13.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*/Neko-Takeshi\*'/><title type='text'>*\Inspired to cook and Savour!/*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inspired to cook &amp; savour!&lt;br /&gt;RATATOUILLE (rat.a.too.ee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtrJ6iEhMfI/AAAAAAAAAiA/6tRdn6PnVQs/s1600-h/rat_wallsparis_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105615134993232370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtrJ6iEhMfI/AAAAAAAAAiA/6tRdn6PnVQs/s320/rat_wallsparis_800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Production&lt;br /&gt;To create a realistic looking compost pile, artists photographed and researched the way real produce rots. Fifteen different kinds of produce were left to rot and then photographed, such as apples, berries, bananas, oranges, broccoli and lettuce.&lt;br /&gt;The filmmakers created over 270 pieces of food in the computer. Every food item was prepared and styled in a real kitchen, then photographed for reference and eaten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105615298201989634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtrKECEhMgI/AAAAAAAAAiI/4pJOLfXJYas/s320/360x250_ratatouille6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Watched RATATOUILLE at amk hub. I got tickects at B3 &amp; B4 again haha! Supposely this would be the third time we were sitting at the same spot. Meaningful storyline &amp;amp; Great animation! The setting of ''colour contrast'' for this cartoon was diff from others. I dun know how to explain but it looked comfortable and more realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-8121112202833452153?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/8121112202833452153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=8121112202833452153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/8121112202833452153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/8121112202833452153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/09/inspired-to-cook-and-savour.html' title='*\Inspired to cook and Savour!/*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtrJ6iEhMfI/AAAAAAAAAiA/6tRdn6PnVQs/s72-c/rat_wallsparis_800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-4718420990180569844</id><published>2007-09-01T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T11:02:28.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi's 4mth Anniversary /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;4th Month Anniversay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The arrival of this month liven up my life! Big surprises, big hugs, big kisses, big memories, big big day! Thank for all your loves &amp; cares showered upon me. Remember what was your barrier. Remember what stopped you from giving all. It would be all shattered from today! Your mum brought the biggest surprises in our relationship! I wanna thank her. I waited for this day for so long. Now this relationship is heading for another depth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ichiban sushi at Dohby, ordered all our fav. Jap food. Spent all the money we had. Too bad no Esplande de stars &amp; moon. No breadtalk Mocha Cake! Hahas. But we had funs &amp;amp; laughters! Muackiex. I love you Neko-Chan. Rawks On Baby!?! No more barriers for us! Soon, trust me... All will be over!?! By the time, this will change your fate &amp; mine! =)) Your mum is sweet! I will never forget what you said at Esplande. "Yes, I can move on in future with you!" Muackiex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Happy 4th mth Neko-Chan!?!&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/4905304971438707446-4718420990180569844?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/4718420990180569844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=4718420990180569844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4718420990180569844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4718420990180569844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/09/takeshis-4mth-anniversary.html' title='*\ Takeshi&apos;s 4mth Anniversary /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-7093151637722375234</id><published>2007-09-01T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T11:03:41.931-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*/Neko-Takeshi\*'/><title type='text'>*/happy 4th month\*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy 4th month!&lt;br /&gt;Congrates myself for being able to pull through till this moment!&lt;br /&gt;Whaha!&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for the 1 who make it possible with me!&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for your high level of understanding haha tt helped cleared my piece of rainy clouds above my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-7093151637722375234?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/7093151637722375234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=7093151637722375234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7093151637722375234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7093151637722375234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-4th-month.html' title='*/happy 4th month\*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-8182256325839469281</id><published>2007-09-01T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T10:13:22.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi's Ah Ma memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtmcFyEhMeI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fawskqPSXiU/s1600-h/IMAGE_161.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105283275755172322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtmcFyEhMeI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fawskqPSXiU/s320/IMAGE_161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She is our Empress Dowager!?! She is the 94 years old "Superwoman" of our family! She is no 1 housewife, "Never Say Die". She is Teochew speaker. Came from China. Worked for her life till now! She stays with me &amp; my family. She loves to nag! She hated hospital &amp;amp; my HAIR!?! She wants me cut my hair. She loves me &amp; dotes on me. She RAWKS ON BABY!?! This photo is taken after she had her operation almost 2 weeks ago &amp; now she is moving to my auntie's house!?! She is not recovered &amp; she's able to come out of hospital! Operation for a 94 yrs old lady, can you imagined the pain she went through? She is healthy &amp; going to recover now. This picture shows how much we loved her &amp;amp; how strong she is. She was carried up to 2nd floor at Bishan by 2 strong man, XiaoMing, my cousin &amp;amp; DaoBin, my brother. Rawks on guys. Funny photo I should say. Hahas...&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/4905304971438707446-8182256325839469281?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/8182256325839469281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=8182256325839469281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/8182256325839469281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/8182256325839469281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/09/takeshis-ah-ma-memories.html' title='*\ Takeshi&apos;s Ah Ma memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtmcFyEhMeI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fawskqPSXiU/s72-c/IMAGE_161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-8358802009595246685</id><published>2007-08-31T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T09:20:24.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi's Telemarketer's Memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright... This post is for 27-31 of August! Takeshi is working!?! Hahas. Found myself a job as Telemarketer at a company! The job suited me since I talk so much crappiex! Hahas. But instead, this job is real SUCK!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Singapore is full of fuckers &amp; bloody assholes that should die ealier &amp;amp; not waste the oxygen we have now! Damm suckers you know? I made about 200 calls per day! But made about 2-3 appointments each time. See the pathetic rate? WTH!?! There are many suckers who made the appointments &amp; did not come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Takeshi: Hello I'am from blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1st reply: I will call the police &amp;amp; blow it big in strait times because I recieve such stupid calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want reply: Knn. You think I give a Fcking shit about you? Go ahead dude. I'm don't even give a Fck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2nd reply: Orh orh orh. Ok sure No problem. And she fucking hung up after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want reply: CB kia. Your mum did not teach you manners? You fcking rude &amp; no manners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3rd reply: I don't want to answer such stupid calls. So stop calling me idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want reply: Kao bei kao bu! Knn. Fck your damm wall old bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4th reply: I don't understand English. I don't understand Chinese. Please don't call me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want reply: Knn. You want me speak to you in Japanese arhx. Kbkp so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The funniest thing which I encounter during work is, SEEING SOMEONE JUMPING INTO SINGAPORE RIVER &amp;amp; SWIM IN THE RIVER!?! WTH!?! Lolx. Our whole company was watching her swimming sia! It was freaking funny. Telemarketer is quite relax. I call my Neko-Chan to chat. Call my friends to talk cock. But I need to meet the target everyday. So it can be a tough job expecially calling fckers who give fcking answers to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So be warned to people out there, if a telemarketer calls you, reject the offer kindly! If not you will be cursed by them everyday! Lolx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-8358802009595246685?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/8358802009595246685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=8358802009595246685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/8358802009595246685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/8358802009595246685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/08/takeshis-telemarketers-memories.html' title='*\ Takeshi&apos;s Telemarketer&apos;s Memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-8922124772318605247</id><published>2007-08-29T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T10:28:12.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi is in pain. Neko, i really dislike you /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Lungs Collapsing!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good job yeah? Nice 1 I should say. Bingo!?! You rawks!?! Finally I feel a burst in Lungs. Rawks On. A step towards the hell gate. A step towards to death yea? Finally, after a year, the same feeling is back? Yeah man. I gonna die of lungs collapse! Woot woot woot! Operation here I come. I miss my operation bed!?! The knifes that cut through my body! Yea. I wanna see blood draining out of my body. That's so cool. Injections that pierce through my skin, deep into my blood vessel and WOSH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love the time when I lost my memories!?! It rawks!?! I had a fresh memories! But now it was once corrupted yea? I should say, you helped me to open the hell gate!?! Thank you! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will never forget this day! You are 2nd person who asked me not to fall asleep. Indeed, I was nearly too weak to breathe. I was fainting. The thought of it, memories of my past flashed back quickly. I remembered I was once a good fainter? I always faint. After so long, all pain was back. Thank for that panadol of urs huh? That's relieve my pain for a little moment. Yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; won't waste another breathe to talk to you. I won't waste another moment to tell you your fault. I'm just wasting my time &amp; effort to talk to you yea? Whatever I said, all goes in, all comes out? Nice one. Your ears are liked a tunnel that connects through your head. A clear tunnel! No wonder what you promised, what you heard, what you said, you forget it. That's the problem I think. What for repeat myself &amp;amp; got accused of being naggy? What the hell am I trying to do? Helping to change for better, change for the worst or maybe change your heart for another? Hahas. I don't know. But I know I won't survive long. Soon, I will visit the hospital, stay in &amp; prepare my funeral yea? I want a Grand Funeral!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tired, shut myself up, built walls around me, stay out of the world's affair &amp;amp; your affair yea? Are you capable of whacking that wall down? Or maybe you might want to help me to build another layer of walls again? Where is my wrong? Being too kind &amp; good? Being too special from other guys? Being too caring &amp;amp; mushy? Being too sensitive &amp; considerate of your feelings? Being too protective of you? Being too promising? Keeping every single promises I made? Should I start breaking one by one by now? Or should I increase my promise one by one? Great job yea? Too submerge into sea of sorrows &amp;amp; hurts. Drowning myself in it. Never to be saved by you. You do not have the ability to save me, because you can't save yourself. If you saved youself, I won't be drowning. Woot... That's hard for you to ever understand yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I appreciated what you had done. But each time the hurts you gave covered the love you gave. I could see the change in you. I know you changed. I know you need more time. There are things that even time can't change unless you set your heart in it. But I doubt so. If you did set your heart truely, nothing of sort would happen today. I don't believe in someone who put in his everythings/efforts/heart will not succeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you for all you had gave. Vented my anger/sorrows/hurts/sadness/painfulness in here. God Bless my health for I am not entering the Heaven Gate but Hell Gate instead. Amen!&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/4905304971438707446-8922124772318605247?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/8922124772318605247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=8922124772318605247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/8922124772318605247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/8922124772318605247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/08/lungs-collapsing-good-job-yeah-nice-1-i.html' title='*\ Takeshi is in pain. Neko, i really dislike you /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-7105726600276815424</id><published>2007-08-29T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T09:02:19.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Neko - Takeshi/*'/><title type='text'>*\ I'm on leave /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I took unpaid leave today. Monthly woman problem, stomach pain. The pain is not that serious actually but i need to rest despera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tely, it feels so good not working. Once again after so long, I sit in the living room enjoy br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eakfas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;t and slowly enjoy coffee n donuts. Watched the taped show " DESIGN ASIA" on channel U every tuesday night. Felt inspired by the architects, they knew their goals since youn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;g, am I too late to achieve it? I'm lacked of design knowledge, who and where can give me what i want to know? RAWH! I want to stea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;l an architect's brain, slice it open to see w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hat is turning inside.&lt;br /&gt;There is so much things to do and learn, I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'t want to stop but have I rest enough? VERY VERY TIRED MAN! Give me 30hours per day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Almost everyday drag workstations &amp; chairs repeatly in n out photoshop, finally got little time to play with my own creation. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtT5vSEhMYI/AAAAAAAAAhI/6ldty_Mok8o/s1600-h/me+n+butterfly+mozac+tiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103978868417573250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtT5vSEhMYI/AAAAAAAAAhI/6ldty_Mok8o/s320/me+n+butterfly+mozac+tiles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mosaic tiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtT5dyEhMXI/AAAAAAAAAhA/acJMzw36DBU/s1600-h/me+n+butterfly+ocean+ripple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103978567769862514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtT5dyEhMXI/AAAAAAAAAhA/acJMzw36DBU/s320/me+n+butterfly+ocean+ripple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ocean ripple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtT5ASEhMWI/AAAAAAAAAg4/D0NbsqlOegc/s1600-h/me+n+butterfly+filmgrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103978060963721570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtT5ASEhMWI/AAAAAAAAAg4/D0NbsqlOegc/s320/me+n+butterfly+filmgrain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Film Grain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtT4tyEhMVI/AAAAAAAAAgw/_cRdgkS8KJw/s1600-h/me+n+butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103977743136141650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtT4tyEhMVI/AAAAAAAAAgw/_cRdgkS8KJw/s320/me+n+butterfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Original&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Took this shot in the mrt. Act as if I was using hp normally. Freakly hard to postition it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See the special of this picture? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The stranger beside me owned the same pair of white novo slippers as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtT7uSEhMZI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/d5wuMOK5aAk/s1600-h/DSC00808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103981050260959634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtT7uSEhMZI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/d5wuMOK5aAk/s320/DSC00808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4905304971438707446-7105726600276815424?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/7105726600276815424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=7105726600276815424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7105726600276815424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7105726600276815424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-on-leave.html' title='*\ I&apos;m on leave /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtT5vSEhMYI/AAAAAAAAAhI/6ldty_Mok8o/s72-c/me+n+butterfly+mozac+tiles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-3734698498822964802</id><published>2007-08-24T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T09:43:00.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's Memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Hairspray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtWf4SEhMaI/AAAAAAAAAhY/tqn1o-St9_A/s1600-h/266x400_hairspray7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104161541966606754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtWf4SEhMaI/AAAAAAAAAhY/tqn1o-St9_A/s320/266x400_hairspray7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Aren't she pretty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtWf4iEhMbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/U29LLXvOutg/s1600-h/266x400_hairspray1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104161546261574066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtWf4iEhMbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/U29LLXvOutg/s320/266x400_hairspray1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 Fat Ladies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtWf4yEhMcI/AAAAAAAAAho/bpzDY9qm1sU/s1600-h/360x250_hairspray18.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104161550556541378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtWf4yEhMcI/AAAAAAAAAho/bpzDY9qm1sU/s320/360x250_hairspray18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This part was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtWf5CEhMdI/AAAAAAAAAhw/LJv3U9l082Q/s1600-h/360x250_hairspray15.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104161554851508690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtWf5CEhMdI/AAAAAAAAAhw/LJv3U9l082Q/s320/360x250_hairspray15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Yeah!?! The Dance!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hairspray- Light &amp; Funny movie I should say. Enjoyed the music they sang &amp;amp; also the funny scenes. Watched with Neko-Chan after her work. Wanted to watch the Rat show, 881 or Almighty but all ended quite late. Worrying about last bus, decided to catch this movie instead. Rebecca said this show was not a bad one. I poured the Iced Milk Tea while changing seats with Neko-Chan. Totally regret &amp; pai seh for it. I knew she was angry but she forgave me because it was an accident after all. I went to buy another cup, smuggled into Golden Village at Tampiness. Enjoyed the show with breakfast Hams &amp;amp; Iced Milk Tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enjoyed the hugs in the non-airconditioned bus. I fell asleep on the way home with Neko-Chan. 1st time I should say that I fell asleep on her shoulder. Lucky me! I did not drool on her yea? Hahas. Sent her home, took taxi home. The show was nice &amp;amp; the night was sweet. Memories! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-3734698498822964802?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/3734698498822964802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=3734698498822964802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/3734698498822964802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/3734698498822964802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/08/takeshi-nekos-memories_24.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s Memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtWf4SEhMaI/AAAAAAAAAhY/tqn1o-St9_A/s72-c/266x400_hairspray7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-4451456107824321169</id><published>2007-08-23T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T10:07:08.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi-Rachel's Birthday /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Rachel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtMBcyEhMMI/AAAAAAAAAfo/eSGM7cXh1vE/s1600-h/rachel.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103424396729594050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtMBcyEhMMI/AAAAAAAAAfo/eSGM7cXh1vE/s320/rachel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Group Photo with BM0708`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtMBcyEhMNI/AAAAAAAAAfw/EIFvXlLVHI8/s1600-h/r2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103424396729594066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtMBcyEhMNI/AAAAAAAAAfw/EIFvXlLVHI8/s320/r2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Birthday Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Surprised? Why I was with BM0708`? Nana &amp; me was invited. Yesterday, right after exams, went home, rested &amp;amp; went to chalet! Find my Neko-Chan at Eunos. Ate with her, took train down to Boon Lay to fetch Nana. She walked towarded me with a ROSE!?! Lolx. People in train thought I gave her. She bought perfume for Rachel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was about 15 people including the STATISTIC lecturer!?! Hahas. BBQ, cut cake &amp; started a bit dizzle. Brought cake into group &amp;amp;... START SMASHING!?! I was hiding all the way behind the fridge door which I opened. IN THE END, got caught, got smashed &amp; got funky. Hahas. Cleared the room, people started packing off &amp;amp; went home. Played card games &amp; so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;YESTERDAY was also my first time to Rachel's boyfriend, SEAN!?! I first time sit bike! Lolx. His driving skills gd sia. Lolx. I was enjoying breeze &amp;amp; view to Changi Village to da pao nasi lemak &amp; food. I addicted to his ride! At nitex fell aslp, alot of stupid stuffs happened. Morning, woke up by GIANT feets of Nana. Irritating sia. Went pool &amp;amp; I went home. Sean gave mi a ride!?! Man, he was sooooo kind... Rachel , you found the right guy!?! Muahahahas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!?! THANK FOR INVITING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-4451456107824321169?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/4451456107824321169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=4451456107824321169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4451456107824321169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4451456107824321169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/08/takeshi-rachels-birthday.html' title='*\ Takeshi-Rachel&apos;s Birthday /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtMBcyEhMMI/AAAAAAAAAfo/eSGM7cXh1vE/s72-c/rachel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-6575726596281665092</id><published>2007-08-22T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T11:51:03.931-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi Exams Week /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*\ 17th Aug 2007-22rd Aug 2007 /*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first exams week! 4 subjects, 144 hours of torture, 6 days, 5nights &amp; 4 days of paper. Lolx. It was a long dreading week. Everything was not in order. I chiong all nights to study. I called Daryl, my church LG leader for help. I studied without sleep. I studied with perservance. I ate &amp;amp; shit a lot. Life was terrible for those days. HORRIBLE! TERRIBLE! Nothing of RELAX, FUN or ENJOYMENT! Hell to exams!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time with Neko-Chan was lesser than before. Calls &amp;amp; msgs were not lessen but instead more! Webcam was of help. Telephone was of help. Telepathy was of help. Sorry Neko. I did not accompany you. STRESS STRESS STRESS!?! Nothing for freaking STRESS!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Economics was ok. Accounts was hopping for a pass. Stats was a sure goner. POM hopping for an A. Lolx. That's all for my exams. Hopefully I will work harder next semester. Never wish to retain. But I want to retake STATS!?! =)) MR.EDDIE, I am here for you since you know me now! Hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-6575726596281665092?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/6575726596281665092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=6575726596281665092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/6575726596281665092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/6575726596281665092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/08/17th-aug-2007-22rd-aug-2007-my-first.html' title='*\ Takeshi Exams Week /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-8093335862030699849</id><published>2007-08-16T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T00:00:38.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi- Who am I? Neko-Chan can you tell me? I am totally torn apart! /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RsP1LyEhL8I/AAAAAAAAAdo/jIZsoa80-HI/s1600-h/Image219.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099188785881624514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RsP1LyEhL8I/AAAAAAAAAdo/jIZsoa80-HI/s200/Image219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RsP0ySEhL7I/AAAAAAAAAdg/Mt-vG4WP-4s/s1600-h/Image219.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;你是谁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;我认识的你 是表面的你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;还是 你的灵魂时时刻刻&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;我都有看见真正的我吗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;我不知道因没有真确的答案&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;还是 我不了解我自己&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;对不起 我无法回答&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;试着照着镜子&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;面对自己&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;试着和自己的灵魂交谈&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;但 仿佛像是对牛弹琴&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;无法看透自己&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;勇敢的我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;认真的我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;胆小的我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;还是 爱哭的我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;到底怎样才是真正的我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;你能告诉我吗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;人是否因不同环境&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;才会有不同的自己呢?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Copied from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://edfreakz88.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://edfreakz88.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Thank brother freakz. I need this =)) This really describles my feelings now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/4905304971438707446-8093335862030699849?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/8093335862030699849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=8093335862030699849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/8093335862030699849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/8093335862030699849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/08/takeshi-who-am-i-neko-chan-can-you-tell.html' title='*\ Takeshi- Who am I? Neko-Chan can you tell me? I am totally torn apart! /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RsP1LyEhL8I/AAAAAAAAAdo/jIZsoa80-HI/s72-c/Image219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-1803882615825340349</id><published>2007-08-16T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T23:49:15.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi shattered. Lost love. Everything is gone! /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;每个人都有自己的步伐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;不管是 行走 或是 生活的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;都会是自己独特的一套步伐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;因为这样才使每一个人都是那么的独特&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;那么的特别 也难以捉摸&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;但会有多少人 能和自己有同样的步伐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;谁会愿意 为了你加快脚步 或是放慢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;和你一起 同步&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;不管是爱情 友情 或是亲情也好&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;想要和对方有同样的速度 同样的节奏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;一步一步地走 并不容易&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;是他快 还是自己慢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;彼此都要做点牺牲 为了配合对方&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;随着岁月的改变 你我的步伐也会慢慢的改变&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;通常谁也不愿以为了这份情而牺牲&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;就渐渐地淡化掉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;如果身边已经有了和你同步走着的人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;你也要配合他同步走&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;也许就这样不知不觉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;就走了好长的一段路.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Copied from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://edfreakz88.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://edfreakz88.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Thank Brother. I need this. =)) Domou Arigato Gozaimasu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-1803882615825340349?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/1803882615825340349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=1803882615825340349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/1803882615825340349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/1803882615825340349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/08/takeshi-shattered-lost-love-everything.html' title='*\ Takeshi shattered. Lost love. Everything is gone! /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-8500369927774362807</id><published>2007-08-16T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T23:41:22.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi totally heartbroken. Heartpain. Depression /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;直到爱消失　你才懂得　去珍惜身边每个&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;美好风景　只是他早已离去直到你想通&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;他早已经　不再对你留恋最后的你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;开始了一段挣扎你那么爱他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;为什么不把他留下为什么不说心里话&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;你深爱他　这是每个人都知道啊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;你那么爱他 为什么不把他留下&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;是不是你有深爱的两个他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;所以你不想再让自己　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;无法自拔直到爱消失?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一天过一天 明天再见这是你每次说的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 一直都没有改变你的无奈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道你的心已不在放开&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是最好的决定 你的爱 已不在&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我为什么还在这发呆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我为什么还爱你 为什么还想着你不是我不放弃是什么原因&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你狠心把我丢在这里.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doshite? Nan de? Watashi wa totemo sabishii kute samishii. Anata wa doko desu ka? Ima anata wa nani o shite imasu ka? Anata wa watashi wa dai suki. Doshite? Aishiteru. Watashi wa kyofu kara anata wa suki jya nai. Doshite? Kowaii! Totemo kowaii! Un~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-8500369927774362807?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/8500369927774362807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=8500369927774362807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/8500369927774362807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/8500369927774362807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/08/takeshi-totally-heartbroken-heartpain.html' title='*\ Takeshi totally heartbroken. Heartpain. Depression /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-8271402470513950284</id><published>2007-08-10T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T09:28:49.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Neko - Takeshi/*'/><title type='text'>*\ Neko &amp; Takeshi's memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;THANK YOU LAO GONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAO GONG WAN SUI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RryNQyNlKOI/AAAAAAAAAao/GzKH3Xc168w/s1600-h/DSC00796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RryNQyNlKOI/AAAAAAAAAao/GzKH3Xc168w/s320/DSC00796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097104197772716258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     25 TEALIGHT CANDLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RryOHSNlKPI/AAAAAAAAAaw/T6d3aZaM2QA/s1600-h/DSC00789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RryOHSNlKPI/AAAAAAAAAaw/T6d3aZaM2QA/s320/DSC00789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097105134075586802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;faster take leh! my ASS is burning! rawh&lt;*0*&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RryPOCNlKRI/AAAAAAAAAbA/H-Pb_NSCW_Y/s1600-h/DSC00793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RryPOCNlKRI/AAAAAAAAAbA/H-Pb_NSCW_Y/s320/DSC00793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097106349551331602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Big surprise of a normal day&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for ending this day beautifully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-8271402470513950284?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/8271402470513950284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=8271402470513950284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/8271402470513950284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/8271402470513950284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/08/neko-takeshis-memories.html' title='*\ Neko &amp; Takeshi&apos;s memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RryNQyNlKOI/AAAAAAAAAao/GzKH3Xc168w/s72-c/DSC00796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-8856055574814445988</id><published>2007-08-09T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T11:37:57.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Secrets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtHHSyEhMHI/AAAAAAAAAfA/bUhlZpJTe_4/s1600-h/360x250_secret7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103078978279780466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtHHSyEhMHI/AAAAAAAAAfA/bUhlZpJTe_4/s320/360x250_secret7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Jay Dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtHHTCEhMII/AAAAAAAAAfI/Mtbg0115jCE/s1600-h/360x250_secret2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103078982574747778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtHHTCEhMII/AAAAAAAAAfI/Mtbg0115jCE/s320/360x250_secret2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Jay's blur look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtHHTCEhMJI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/e4mDoChs4pQ/s1600-h/360x250_secret9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103078982574747794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtHHTCEhMJI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/e4mDoChs4pQ/s320/360x250_secret9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Funniest part of movie. Jay Dancing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtHHTCEhMKI/AAAAAAAAAfY/ooQblpN1-Wk/s1600-h/360x250_secret13.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103078982574747810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtHHTCEhMKI/AAAAAAAAAfY/ooQblpN1-Wk/s320/360x250_secret13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Jay's Solo piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtHHTSEhMLI/AAAAAAAAAfg/QpCZhmNMxuY/s1600-h/360x250_secret15.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103078986869715122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtHHTSEhMLI/AAAAAAAAAfg/QpCZhmNMxuY/s320/360x250_secret15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Jay's One hand solo piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watched this movie. Neko-Chan cried for first time in cinema. Finally, I should say. Today is NATIONAL DAY, celebrating 42th birthday. I love SINGAPORE!?! Proud of being Singaporean though. Watched Firework under the Orchard big screen! Ate Toast Box for first time. The service was totally suck at Wisma. I won't go again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-8856055574814445988?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/8856055574814445988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=8856055574814445988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/8856055574814445988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/8856055574814445988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/08/secrets-jay-dancing.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RtHHSyEhMHI/AAAAAAAAAfA/bUhlZpJTe_4/s72-c/360x250_secret7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-514939904232389701</id><published>2007-08-05T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:43:18.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*/Neko-Takeshi\*'/><title type='text'>*/Neko &amp; Takeshi's Memories\*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rryi6SNlKkI/AAAAAAAAAdY/kjCtrQRqQGo/s1600-h/IMG_2453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rryi6SNlKkI/AAAAAAAAAdY/kjCtrQRqQGo/s200/IMG_2453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097128000481471042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                                              Photographer:  clement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RryhIiNlKgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/6MX4fbtngC0/s1600-h/IMG_2461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RryhIiNlKgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/6MX4fbtngC0/s200/IMG_2461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097126046271351298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                                               Photographer:  clement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RryhyiNlKiI/AAAAAAAAAdI/NQupDHAdMK0/s1600-h/IMG_2468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RryhyiNlKiI/AAAAAAAAAdI/NQupDHAdMK0/s200/IMG_2468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097126767825857058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                                                Photographer:  clement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BOBBIES back  on  beach   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this  time  with  boyfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RrycmyNlKeI/AAAAAAAAAco/tANqAi9OxZo/s1600-h/IMG_2439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RrycmyNlKeI/AAAAAAAAAco/tANqAi9OxZo/s200/IMG_2439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097121068404255202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;CHIO BU fangting   MADNESS hamster   WEIGHTLESS yili   GIRLY crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;where is our vanice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;TWISTER between boyfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RryYlyNlKWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qQ1w7QyoZTI/s1600-h/IMG_2444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RryYlyNlKWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qQ1w7QyoZTI/s200/IMG_2444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097116653177874786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;clement, jason,take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RryZKyNlKXI/AAAAAAAAAbw/QQeJWvuE_44/s1600-h/IMG_2445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RryZKyNlKXI/AAAAAAAAAbw/QQeJWvuE_44/s200/IMG_2445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097117288833034610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;clement n  take&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RryZhCNlKYI/AAAAAAAAAb4/meNa0YRUyj0/s1600-h/IMG_2446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RryZhCNlKYI/AAAAAAAAAb4/meNa0YRUyj0/s200/IMG_2446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097117671085123970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;clement spreads himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RryZ4CNlKZI/AAAAAAAAAcA/S--iCz2PKNk/s1600-h/IMG_2447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RryZ4CNlKZI/AAAAAAAAAcA/S--iCz2PKNk/s200/IMG_2447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097118066222115218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;clement lost his gravity, winner take!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;look look look look look look&lt;br /&gt;KING OF ERECTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rrya8iNlKcI/AAAAAAAAAcY/eqzIjzjeNLc/s1600-h/IMG_2472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rrya8iNlKcI/AAAAAAAAAcY/eqzIjzjeNLc/s200/IMG_2472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097119243043154370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RrybOCNlKdI/AAAAAAAAAcg/r9G4o3EWRbs/s1600-h/IMG_2473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RrybOCNlKdI/AAAAAAAAAcg/r9G4o3EWRbs/s200/IMG_2473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097119543690865106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-514939904232389701?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/514939904232389701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=514939904232389701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/514939904232389701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/514939904232389701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/08/neko-takeshis-memories_05.html' title='*/Neko &amp; Takeshi&apos;s Memories\*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Rryi6SNlKkI/AAAAAAAAAdY/kjCtrQRqQGo/s72-c/IMG_2453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-1189662308366680183</id><published>2007-08-03T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T10:26:30.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I been on &amp; off for school. Down with Flu. A terrible/killer FLU which screwed up my life. I did not meet Neko-Chan for like 3 days? I felt so neglected or lost without her? She been so busy with her stuffs whereas I'm superb free at home. I don't know how to express. She is busy with her work &amp;amp; her course has started. She will be more busy. Where? Where am I in her heart? In a corner? In a tiny tiny tiny corner? Or forgotten? She is busy but she never express as much. I do not know how she feel. She miss me? Her love decreases? Does she want to meet me? Did she think about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Curiosity filled my sickly brain. Negative thoughts from different areas in my brain gathered in my tiny cells. OMG!?! My cells are going to burst with negative thoughts. What am I suppose to do? Find Neko-Chan to share? Oh man. I don't think she is the right choice? She is too busy to even listen to my thoughts? Even if I share, will she understand with her designer brain? Her brain structure is liked a building. Build with computer. She can not think out of box? Her brain can only function according to how she is built with the computer. Lolx. That's how I describe her? Her expressions are just like the outer layer of building. That simple &amp; plain. Whatever emotions or expressions she put on her face, is how she is feeling. That's simple. But is frustrating for someone like me who love to view the inner building. Lolx. But I was totally shut out of her building. Lolx. Or maybe I will lose my way in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wonder what's my brain made up of? Complex cells with different channels of blood vessels? Lolx. Haix. Life comes t this point, I can only say. God, where are you? Kill my cells please. Let me rest in peace &amp;amp; raise to heaven to find you. Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-1189662308366680183?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/1189662308366680183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=1189662308366680183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/1189662308366680183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/1189662308366680183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/08/takeshi-nekos-memories.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-1326195685283694650</id><published>2007-08-02T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T23:13:30.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess life is totally downs for me? I mentioned about celebrating today. But guess everything did not turn out right again. Neko-Chan's mother returned home, bought her food &amp; waiting  for her to come back home to eat. Neko-Chan was sick too. She went to see a doctor with me. My moody just crashed to the bottomless pit. I could hardly catch my breath. Things turn out to be liked this? Whatever I planned had gone to waste again? I don't how am I feeling. I just felt very bad &amp; nothing could be expressed. I just kept quiet throughout the night. I ate with Neko-Chan &amp;amp; sent her home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She did not know how I was feeling. She scolded me that I was giving her attitude. Did she bother to find out what happen? Did she understand how I feel? Don't she know that I promised her that I will celebrate every occasions with her? Now I guess I was the one who wanted to celebrate that much? She did not want to celebrate? Or is it she felt it was ok to skip one celebration. I don't know her. She never express to me at all. I just felt neglected. Haix. I can't blame her bahx. Never mind. Cheers! I will celebrate with her one day! I believe myself! I won't stop loving her &amp;amp; celebrating with her every occasions! I love you, Neko-Chan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-1326195685283694650?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/1326195685283694650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=1326195685283694650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/1326195685283694650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/1326195685283694650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/08/takeshi-nekos-memories_02.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-4441684376618702577</id><published>2007-08-01T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:53:38.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4th mth arrived. The day I'm waiting for each month. Guess this mth I can't celebrate? Neko-Chan is attending course. But stupid me forget everything about her course. Her course which started this week had not gone to into my mind &amp; registered yet. I bought the presents. Planned for the night. I almost book the Japanese Resturant? Till then, I realised that she was not available for the night. Stupid me. Thought of all the stuffs but in the end is just emptiness or maybe fantasy. Lolx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Utterly disappointed with myself, I felt damn stupid. Everything was ready but Neko-Chan could not make it. But never mind. Worst thing was, she went to her Fang Ting's house to stay over after the course. It really made me felt extremely lonely? She could not talk freely at all in ppl's house. I was just hoping for a sweet msg or assurances or promises from Neko-Chan for the next mth. Since the 4th mth was not that smooth. Hoping to talk about it &amp; make out 5th a better one. But guess everything is destined? Neko-Chan might not know how I feel. She may not know hot to express herself I guess. I decided to celebrate with her on thursday, which is tomorrow. Hopefully, it went well. =)) sometimes life is just like that. You forget about the event, you planned about it, in the end, is just emptiness. Life is full of ups &amp; downs. Takeshi sure can handle =) Daijoubu ne. Though I said that, can't deny that I am utterly disappointed &amp;amp; upset. Samishii kute sabishii desu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-4441684376618702577?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/4441684376618702577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=4441684376618702577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4441684376618702577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4441684376618702577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/08/takeshi-nekos-memories_01.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-7254762301779501656</id><published>2007-08-01T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T07:27:57.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RrB5OiNlKLI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/BaROkD75kA0/s1600-h/take1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093704469164927154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RrB5OiNlKLI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/BaROkD75kA0/s320/take1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last masterpiece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RrB5OyNlKMI/AAAAAAAAAaY/rFTCUJHrfv8/s1600-h/takeshi(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093704473459894466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RrB5OyNlKMI/AAAAAAAAAaY/rFTCUJHrfv8/s320/takeshi(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;2nd improved masterpiece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RrB5OyNlKNI/AAAAAAAAAag/uOK7hOGUkAU/s1600-h/takeshi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093704473459894482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RrB5OyNlKNI/AAAAAAAAAag/uOK7hOGUkAU/s320/takeshi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Random masterpiece&lt;br /&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/4905304971438707446-7254762301779501656?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/7254762301779501656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=7254762301779501656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7254762301779501656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7254762301779501656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/08/takeshi-neko-memories_01.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RrB5OiNlKLI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/BaROkD75kA0/s72-c/take1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-901186694192395681</id><published>2007-07-29T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:38:10.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko's memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just feeling emptiness in my heart. Just feeling shag &amp; bored. Went to eat breakfast with Dominic &amp;amp; Rebby. After that met Neko-Chan to go out. I just wanted to be quiet &amp; just hold Neko-Chan's hand &amp;amp; walk down Orchard. Booked ticket for FlashPoint at Cathay. Neko-Chan dressed quite pretty today. Praised her beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mouth was quite shut. I got nothing to talk to her about. Worst thing! She had nothing to talk to me about. I felt very disappointed in her. Whenever I kept quiet, she would follow. She like got nothing to talk to me about. She could not be decisive on what she eat! I felt so shag. I did not know where to eat. She herself, could not decide wher to eat? OMG!?! Haix. Cracked my brain. Brought her to eat. Then catch the movie aft that. The show was very violent! No wonder is NC16. Small kids can't watch. Lolx. Neko-Chan screamed a few times because it was violent or she was shocked? Used to her reactions though. Sent her home after that. Nothing much to talk also. Just don't know how to explain. I've been a chatty person. But this time round. I really got nothing to say. Never mind. May God Bless me with words that speaks out of my golden mouth. Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-901186694192395681?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/901186694192395681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=901186694192395681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/901186694192395681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/901186694192395681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/07/takeshi-nekos-memories.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko&apos;s memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-2095693641414412696</id><published>2007-07-27T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T05:18:21.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sick. Never go school today. Man, 2nd time missed Front Page Class. Guess I can't follow up? Shit lorx. Neko-Chan after work came to visit me. So sweet of her. 1st time I sick, my girlfriend came to my house to visit &amp; take care of me. =X We went to by some food because my mum did not cook much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She ate dinner with my parents. Lolx. My mum still asked her for recipe for soup. Hahas. So cute of my mum. Felt so family reunion. Hahas. Neko-Chan stayed in my room using the net. I just laid on the bed &amp;amp; rest. We watched channel 8 at 9pm together. Nowadays, I am attracted to TV too. Maybe is because Neko-Chan love to watch so I got the urge to develop such interest? Hahas. Not sure. But I'm sure the moment that I watched with her was sweet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Ah Ma started to kpkb about the time. It was only 10:15pm. I guess she was worried that Neko-Chan go home late? Who cares? I hate my ah ma. She always chases my friends away. Now is my girlfriend lehx! Kick her!?! Muahahax! Evil me. Sometimes I just wished that she go to my auntie's house to stay. In this way, my house is more quiet! =)) Flagged a Taxi, let Neko-Chan board the Taxi &amp; I went home. Chatted with her on her way home. Worried that something would happen to her. So I had the habit to chat till she reached home, stepped in her house &amp;amp; locked the door then I am relieve. Hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank Neko-Chan that you pei me when I was sick. Lolx. I love you! Muackiex! =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-2095693641414412696?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/2095693641414412696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=2095693641414412696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/2095693641414412696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/2095693641414412696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/08/takeshi-neko-memories.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-5011638984627859888</id><published>2007-07-26T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T17:43:41.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko Memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dominic! Went out with my brother, Dom. Lolx. Today no class &amp; Dom had no class too. He accompanied me to Dohby to check out my Japanese Course Price. I'm studying Private! Yeah! Hahas. My mother allowed me to study private. I decided to start after my Semester Exams! Hahas. Wait for me JLPT 1!?! My motivation towards it is my Biggest dream in life. Open a Japanese shop! A famous shop! All things about Japanese! Rawks on! Lolx! Yeah baby! Hahas. Dominic bought his gifts for his friends. Guess what? KNN!?! We saw a insane guy! He kept scratching his private parts. He made a lot of sounds that he seem to enjoy. Such as, "ahh ahh... Woosh woosh!" Na bei. Early in MRT saw such disgusting thing. He even scratched his private part in front of a lady! Wah Kao! Rare case! Of course wearin school uniform sia! But I could not deny that such entertainment from him sure brought laughters to a lot people! Hahas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everything had already settled. Today wanted to enjoy my time with my Baobei. But her mum reached home damn freaking early. I could not accompany her so much. She pei me go eat at her house there. Watched TV at the coffee shop. Neko-Chan laughed so loudly there. Biang, I so pai seh. But the way she laughed really attrached me. Hehex. My hp!?! It was spoiled on last Saturday. Pai seh guys! Lolx. I using Hi-Card now. Biang. In such technology I still using Hi-Card. Lolx. I never use that in my life before. I will get my hp repair soon. Damn bluetooth virus screwed my hp! Hahas.. Lolx. Neko-Chan though time was short. But I enjoyed myself! It was really very relaxing when I was with you. I love you. Muackiex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-5011638984627859888?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/5011638984627859888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=5011638984627859888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/5011638984627859888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/5011638984627859888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/07/takeshi-neko-memories_26.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko Memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-6830940670283619156</id><published>2007-07-25T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T18:13:48.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess who I saw today? Rebecca! She was my long lost friend. I lost contact with her since K1. We were childhood playmate! My mum knew her mum! Hahas. We were very close, very very very CLOSE! Lolx. Rumours about us was a lot! People said we two are lovers, blahx blahx blahx. But that time too young to understand. I did not see her during primary school! I saw her in Anderson Secondary School. That time I was secondary 1. I did not know whether it was her a not. She changed a lot. Lolx. Untill my schoolmate shouted her name, "Rebecca!" Then I noticed her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amazing isn't it? After 12 years, today I finally found a chance to talk to her. We alighted from same time, walked up the bridge. No escape, only two of us there. Lolx. I am the guy, I took the courage to start chatting with her. Lolx. Found out a lot stuffs about her. Added her in msn &amp;amp; friendster. Took her hp no. I never want to lose her as a friend again! Lolx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes in life, we lost somebody. But suddenly the person appear right into your life again. The feeling is so weird yet joyful. The person you once lost contact, came to contact you again. Though 12 years had past, but we both are still very good friend. Sometimes friends who always stay around you might not be true friends, instead those you never take much notice of, oftenly in the end, are the ones who will be there for you. Surprisely isn't it? Is this call human relationship? Lolx. I had yet to figure out this complex relationship. Now I gained another good friend who might not leave me again. I have Dominic, Cai Yun, Benjamin now Rebecca. Man, this few people, are my loved ones now. Now leaving my girlfriend out. She is not only my loved one, but my life now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm glad God is not cruel to me. He still love me in some ways? Is this arranged by him? Is this called fate. Is this my life? Hahas. Starting to love my life. This should be my very first few surprises that I am shock of in my life! Man, those my buddies I love you guys! Neko-Chan I love you more than anything else in life! This post specially delicated to Rebecca =)) 12 years buddy yeah? Hahas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-6830940670283619156?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/6830940670283619156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=6830940670283619156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/6830940670283619156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/6830940670283619156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/07/takeshi-neko-memories_30.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-1927899211590167067</id><published>2007-07-25T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T17:32:12.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\Takeshi-Neko/*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woot.. Every single shit is down down down! No more ass projects! Muahahs! Ownage!?! But guess what? Not meeting Neko-Chan because I wanted to rest! Finally I could rest of course I need to rest to move on further in life! Lolx. After school, rushed home, laid my bed, on my fan, jump on it and ...zZz... Lolx. Sleeping time! Neko-Chan enjoyed yourself at home o! I could not pei you. But tomorrow I will! I love you! Muackiex!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-1927899211590167067?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/1927899211590167067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=1927899211590167067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/1927899211590167067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/1927899211590167067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/07/takeshi-neko-memories_25.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-9024207000211060595</id><published>2007-07-24T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T19:51:36.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Project POM is finally OVER! woo la la! Finally, all my burdens all dropped! Hahas... I completed the project liked 3am last nitex? This morning so many people late. FCKING TEACHER! YOU WHERE NOT HAPPY! PEOPLE LATE FOR PROJECT, YOU JUST PUSH MY GROUP TO BE FIRST? HELLO, I AM NOT RICH. I DONT HAVE PRINTER OK! I NEED TO PRINT IN SCHOOL &amp; DON'T KPKB MY GROUP TO BE FIRST TO PRESENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du lan with this xia lan teacher. People was late. My group need to print paper &amp;amp; reports for the presentation. She just pushed us to be the 1st group? I "Shoot" her back. Don't blame me for rudeness. Takeshi just can't stop being frank to you. Lolx. Presented my powerpoint. Teacher said:"Next group, I have no Q&amp;A for this group." WTH!?! Q&amp;amp;A got extra marks lehx! How come my group no Q&amp;A. I went to ask her. She said,"Oh! Your group showed very good teamwork &amp;amp; left no gaps for me to question you all" Biang! What she meant by this? Good or bad? 10% could be my group did well? 90% could be my group did badly &amp; she had no comments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oral communications recieved another project! Guess what was it! NETWORKING IN JAPAN! Lolx. My topic. That's right baby! That's my JAPAN! Hahas. I immediately nudge Ken in msn. He gave me details, I get my members, Regina, Jia Yi &amp;amp; Hui Huan to get info. I did till about 2am? Hahas. Never about it. Most impt, JAPAN MY COUNTRY! =)) Neko-Chan. Sorry! Today, I did not go find you. I was tied down by project again. I did not see you for like, 2 days already. Hope tomorrow can see you! I love you &amp;amp; miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:white;"&gt;*\ Takeshi Love Neko-Chan /*&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/4905304971438707446-9024207000211060595?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/9024207000211060595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=9024207000211060595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/9024207000211060595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/9024207000211060595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/07/takeshi-neko-memories_9202.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-3998608102607496975</id><published>2007-07-23T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T17:26:32.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Economic Presentation! Hahas. I don't think I can fare? Man, the project was so screwed up. We was being "shooted" with questions. But we could not answer. AND since when, people started calling me Jeff? Was like WTF!?! I just scolded "Chee Bye" before I presented, was totally pissed. Man... Jeff that name... Well, it all dated back to years. P4? My tuition teacher, a sucker who loved to give people christian name. WTF was that name? I hated that teacher so much. A fucker who wanted to sue my Dad for paying a tuition fee late by a week? WTF? Just because my dad wanted to change tuition teacher, he not happy? We been paying him for liked 3yrs? Never once late? WTF? He was such a fcking ass! Jeff? That name? It did not suck. But the person who gave was a SUCKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lim Jian Bin, Takeshi both names I loved. Lim Jian Bin, my parents gave me. Takeshi, my friends &amp; my parents in Japan gave? So these 2 names are MINE!?! I not going to change?!? Lolx. Presentation suck. But what to do? Stayed back. FINALLY, people wanted to do my POM project. But it was so last minute? The presentation is tomorrow. Today, just started to find internet articles? WTH? 3 people could not find articles for like a week? Man, being a leader is hard. Being a leader who leaded a team is even harder. Why? Teamwork is not there. People are not being Enthu. Or should I say take iniatitive. I am not being evil here. Friends is friends. Coming to project, you can't really expect free riders. Even you sit taxi, you need to pay! There is no such thing such as free rides! Just hope that next time will be better. At least I managed to complete. But guess what? I need to do untill like 3am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neko-Chan, sorry for not accompanying you. Projects just tied me down. I went to Neko-Chan's house! Her mum had stock taking till late night! Yeah! I stayed untill 12am. Acutally could stay till 1am but Neko-Chan worried that her mum would come back before that. You all must be wondering what were we doing? Lolx. Tell you what. WE DID NOTHING! But only my damm project! I was busy with my preparation of POM. I could not even watch a TV show with Neko-Chan well. Neko-Chan, Gomanasai! This weekend, I promise you, I'll give you a enjoyable time. I really do miss you. Muackiex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:white;"&gt;*\ Takeshi Love Neko-Chan /*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-3998608102607496975?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/3998608102607496975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=3998608102607496975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/3998608102607496975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/3998608102607496975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/07/takeshi-neko-memories_23.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-6225032104373170858</id><published>2007-07-21T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T19:52:09.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Project project nothing but my fcking project? Econ on Monday, POM on Tuesday, Stats on Thursday, Japanese Level Exams on thursday! Na bei! So many exams. I wanna faint. My POM like 1 leg kicking? I never force them do, no 1 wish to do? Biang, I can kill myself already you know? Today, I went to Neko-Chan's house. Suay suay, her ah ma &amp; auntie came to her house! I hid in cupboard for like 45mins? In the end, manage to struggled to her house downstairs. I waited very long for Neko-Chan to get ready to go out. Neko-Chan came to my house, accompany me to do my project. I need to do the fcking outline to interview a MILLIONAIRE guy. WTH!?! Stressed! Done with my outline, we watched "The World Sinks Except Japan"! Is a bloody lame &amp;amp; stupid show! In the end, Neko-Chan could not stand it, off my laptop, grabbed her bag, we rushed to AMK HUB to catch "INVISIBLE TARGET"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a damm nice show! Lolx. Ate dinner, my Dad fetched us to his company &amp; met the Millionaire guy! Biang, interviewed him, I felt so stressed &amp;amp; confidence about my project? Maybe? Lolx. Sent Neko-Chan home! She was so tired. So ke lian! FCKING PROJECT!~ Sabo my day with her! Na bei! My parents fetched me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Neko-Chan. After project, I pei you more! I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:white;"&gt;*\ Takeshi Love Neko-Chan /*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-6225032104373170858?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/6225032104373170858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=6225032104373170858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/6225032104373170858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/6225032104373170858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/07/takeshi-neko-memories_21.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-4034012449375765664</id><published>2007-07-20T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T19:52:30.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baobei Neko-Chan was ill! Ahhh... First time after her working started, she fell ill! Hahas. I was not feeling that well too. I did my stuffs, took a taxi down to her house to take care of her. I skipped IT for first time. Neko-Chan had terrible backache. I went down to help her massage! I forgot to bring my Ga Sa board! I could not help her Gu Sa. Lolx. Watched movie together! She cooked noodle for me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much today! Just taking care of my baobei Neko-Chan then went home. I worried that she fell ill, take very long time to recover. She had alot of work piled up at work! She cooked for me, I helped her clear her table! Saw presents &amp; neoprints from her ex. I did not feel much this time round. That's her past. I'm sure soon enough, her present memories will fill her mind. I'll be the one she missed &amp;amp; loved the most! Daijoubu desu ne =)) Takeshi, Ganbatte yo! Hahas... Neko-Chan, you must speedy recovery. After that I bring you out k? Muackiex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:white;"&gt;*\ Takeshi Love Neko-Chan /*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-4034012449375765664?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/4034012449375765664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=4034012449375765664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4034012449375765664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4034012449375765664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/07/takeshi-neko-memories_20.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-6658305539174559757</id><published>2007-07-19T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T19:52:45.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My most attitude day in my whole school life. Lolx. I did not go to school in morning. I only went for Stats exams. I lied to Neko-Chan that I had no exams. Actually I have, but is a hopeless subject. Guess what?!? I was late again for exams. Went in, sat down, opened up the paper, wrote my name &amp; said,"Fuck sia. I can go home now" WHY!?! Because I opened up, I flipped, ALL QUESTIONS I DON"T EVEN KNOW HOW TO DO! I see Wei Lun in front of me tried hard to do. Lebin beside me kept writing too. So I tried to get 1 mark! But I guess I could not even find a mark for me to grab. I started drawing &amp;amp; passed up my paper. Actually wanted to save paper, just leave it blank. Lolx. But I not that heartless to bully my teacher! Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Neko-Chan to have dinner &amp;amp; went home. Thank Neko-Chan for gaving me such a nice night. I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:white;"&gt;*\ Takeshi Love Neko-Chan /*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-6658305539174559757?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/6658305539174559757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=6658305539174559757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/6658305539174559757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/6658305539174559757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/07/takeshi-neko-memories_19.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-9006242140014750716</id><published>2007-07-17T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T19:53:01.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess what? Did not expect myself to score 26/30 for POM! Hahas. Shocking lehx! I that time lied to Neko-Chan that I did study, but in fact I did not. But I am happy that I scored! =)) Nothing much today? Took my AFA exams. Able to do the last question. Maybe can grab 12 marks? But it considered fail too. Passing mark 12.5? Hahas. Just boring day again! Hahas. Tiring day too! I miss Neko-Chan! Muackiex!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:white;"&gt;*\ Takeshi Love Neko-Chan /*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-9006242140014750716?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/9006242140014750716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=9006242140014750716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/9006242140014750716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/9006242140014750716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/07/takeshi-neko-memories_29.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-8136697198367764909</id><published>2007-07-16T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T05:38:50.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boring day. I went to school. Came back home. Nothing. Just studying for the freaking accounts... I gave up Doubtful debts! I stuided LIFO, FIFO, and average thingy. Wth?!? I need to sarcrifice my Neko-Chan for this damm test? Gomanasai Neko-Chan. =(( I will sure make up to you another day? Maybe Wednesday I meet you. I love you Baobei. Muackiex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:white;"&gt;*\ Takeshi Love Neko-Chan /*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-8136697198367764909?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/8136697198367764909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=8136697198367764909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/8136697198367764909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/8136697198367764909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/07/takeshi-neko-memories_16.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-5322299151431851935</id><published>2007-07-15T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T05:39:23.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a day? I have 4 exams next week? Accounts on Tuesday, Oral Communications on Wednesday, Japanese Level Exams &amp; Stats on Thursday! I will be so tired &amp;amp; drained! I decided to go study today! =)) I met Neko-Chan at Dohby's Mrt Control Station. Actually I had in mind that I will watch movie with her after my studies. But surprisingly, Neko-Chan suggested before me! Hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went to Cathay there, booked tickets for Harry Potter! Couples Seats! Woot woot. So shiok! We went to basement to eat our lunch. Neko-Chan shared about what her mum said yesterday. I comforted her &amp; helped her solved =)) Nothing that Takeshi can't solve as long Neko-Chan is concern! Hehex. She read her Leadership Book, while I studied my Accounts. I can't really concentrate because my attention was focused on Neko-Chan. She dressed so pretty. I could not take my eyes off her at all! Luckily, I am those kind who study little but can understand! So I could afford some little time to peep at her! Hahas. Sounded so pervert. Indeed! Catch glimpses of her, sometimes even stare at her till I forgot about my studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soon enough, I finished my work, Neko-Chan &amp;amp; me went to CD stores. She bought her Olivia's CD! Woosh... I began to love Jazz. That kind of music... Hahas. Quite seductive! =X Harry Potter! Hmm... No comments! Not much actions! Not that nice. I nearly fell asleep in the cinema. Lolx. Neko-Chan don't want hug me! In the end, brain freeze! I was so cold. Lolx. In the end, I kept shivering. =X After that, we went back to Bedok &amp;amp; ate at the hawker. Ordered "Shuai Ge's Xia Mian" Lolx... There's a store whereby a handsome guy selling Hokkien Prawn Mee at the Bedok Interchange there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sent Neko-Chan home. I really thank her to be by my side. =)) Life is so beautiful with her presence! I love you Neko-Chan. Thank for the day! I enjoyed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:white;"&gt;*\ Takeshi Love Neko-Chan /*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-5322299151431851935?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/5322299151431851935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=5322299151431851935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/5322299151431851935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/5322299151431851935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/07/takeshi-neko-memories_15.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-7961175600663429688</id><published>2007-07-14T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T05:39:48.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Minasan! Konnichiwa! =)) I woke up early &amp; took a taxi down to Neko-Chan house! I bought breakfast for her because she was too lazy to buy herself. Went to her &amp;amp; watched movie together. Lolx. Guess what? DAMM IT! KUSO! Her mum came back home very soon. So I had no choice but to leave her house first. I went to the MacDonald to wait for her. Waited 2hrs for her to get ready! WTH!?! All girls are liked this? All take so long to doll themselves up? Weird girls! Hahas. Daijoubu ne. I did not blame her =)) Because she dolled up like a doll! Man, she look so Japanese today. Lolx. That my ideal girlfriend =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went down to Orchard. Went to eat Sushi Tei. Man, Neko-Chan ordered Nato! Though I stayed in Japan, but Nato was the only food I HATE THE MOST!?! Is so freaking smelly! Hahas. I dare not kiss her! =X My kiss repel I should say. After eating, went to Komachi Hair Salon! Wahahax! My favourite hangout! I need to get a haircut! If not, my mum would nag the hell out of me! Had a Japanese haircut. Woosh!... Feeling so great. Kenny was sick today. But he helped my Neko-Chan to do perming. Man, Neko-Chan seem so woman! More mature. More chio! Hahas... We enjoyed so much of the time together. After that we went to eat at Wisma. The foodcourt at the top floor. After that I sent Neko-Chan home. I love you Neko-Chan. Muackies. Thank a lot for the happiness you gave for the day! I miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:white;"&gt;*\ Takeshi Love Neko-Chan /*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-7961175600663429688?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/7961175600663429688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=7961175600663429688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7961175600663429688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7961175600663429688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/07/takeshi-neko-memories_14.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-1275617325634617109</id><published>2007-07-13T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T05:38:55.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi's love expert /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Unfair Treatments in Relationships:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I heard a lot of unfair treatments in relationships among the people around me. So what's that all about? Usually it all happens on the girls. Straight to the point, for e.g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The boyfriend does not allow the girl to go chalet without him, but the boyfriend wants to go to chalet without the girl &amp; wants to stay overnight.&lt;br /&gt;2) The boyfriend does not allow the girl to chat with guys, but the boyfriend chats with girls all night.&lt;br /&gt;3) The boyfriend does not allow the girl to go home late but he, himself stays up late at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nitex&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4) The boyfriend does not allow guys to add the girl in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt; but he, himself piles up girls' contacts in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5) The boyfriend does not allow the girl to drink &amp;amp; smoke but he hangs out at pubs, drinking &amp; smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these scenarios portrayed here are common unfair treatment that we can see it everyday around us. If you are the boyfriend, I think you totally SUCK! Man, you are a fucking low-class creature &amp;amp; a fucking big time JERK. We as guys, should hold on our words. If we do not allow our girlfriends to do somethings, we should not do. We can't abuse our authority in the relationships. We must impose fair treatments to our partners. We can't be that selfish asking our partner not to do, but we are continuing doing the things ourselves. Remember this, guys out there. Don't be a JERK that eat your own words. If you ask your girlfriend not to do something, you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt; don't do, if not you are not suitable to have balls down your part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold Wars in Relationships:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold Wars are wars that fight using words. But in a relationship cold wars are defined as not contacting or keeping a distance from your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;partner&lt;/span&gt;. It is the stage when you don't feel like talking to your partner. What causes this? There are many reasons, it can be big or small, serious or maybe nothing serious at all? Many times in relationships, we don't agree or compromise to our partner. This causes unhappiness between us &amp; our partners. This leads to Cold Wars. A lot of times are due to our actions, words used or promises that we break that causes cold wars. But there are times which are due to situation problems that arise. For e.g.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sometimes I am late for dates with Neko-Chan because the bus does not come, I break my promises. Neko-Chan will angry &amp; begin Cold Wars with me. She will ignore me &amp;amp; pull a long face. Sometimes Neko-Chan pisses me off because things which I said can't get into her head. That's will be the time I will just isolate myself &amp; will not care about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cold wars are very painful. You don't wish to hurt your love ones but you don't wish to give in &amp; surrender. Thus such things can drag on for days. It is very torturing for the mental. Once it backfires, both of you will be tired &amp;amp; do not wish to move on in the relationships. It migh cause a BREAK UP. Hence, I once advise people that if can avoid, don't choose a Cold War. It is cruel &amp;amp; painful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-1275617325634617109?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/1275617325634617109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=1275617325634617109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/1275617325634617109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/1275617325634617109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='*\ Takeshi&apos;s love expert /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-5869990207530802832</id><published>2007-07-12T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T05:40:49.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi is tired /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi is tired /*</title><content type='html'>Tired, tired, nothing but tiredness. It been long since I felt so. If you are tired please tell me. I will let you sleep. I not such an unreasonable person. You need rest too. But it seems that every nitex you are too tired to even listen nor talk. I been doing talking 8/10 calls. I'm tired to move or open my mouth. Numb! No feelings nor emotions. Life is so upside down. Imagine you do the talking but I tiredly listen? Forcing myself to listen to you. The talk will never be enjoyable nor meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seems like you are a punishment given to me by God. I always wish to go clubbing. My ex dont allow. Now I dont allow, but you wish to go. My ex always wants me to talk at nitex, but I dont. Now I want to talk but you dont. I always want to play Dota or watch tv, but my ex not happy that I spend so much thing on them. Now is you alway wish to watxh tv, and I not happy about it. I always want to eat the crabs' princer &amp; my ex eat legs. Now you want to eat princer, I had to share. Last time I hate to accompany my ex home or go to her house, not I love to accompany you home or go your house. I hate to watch movie but you love to watch &amp;amp; now I am addicted to movie. Last time my ex dont allow me keep ex's contact no, but I Kept. Now is you keep, but I not very happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all seems to be a weird vicious cycle. Your ex hate to talk. I love to talk. Your ex cant lame, but I can lame till you faint. Your ex not sweet enough, but I can sweet till you call for help. Your ex not that caring of you, but me care too much. Your ex dont say, "I love you" but I say it in every sms &amp; everyday. Your ex dont say,"I miss you" but I say it in every sms &amp;amp; everyday. Your ex dont give so much surprises but I gave you all kinds of it. Your ex dont go shopping but I love to shop with you. Your ex dont give comments about your dressing but I always give to make you look more pretty. Your ex smoke but I dont. Your ex go clubbing &amp; allow you to but I dont go clubbing nor allow you to. I treat my friends as No1 as to neglect you. But your ex always neglected you because of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, Jesus Christ. You must be kidding me? Do you have plans ahead of me? Everything seems to work so funny &amp;amp; opposite. Neko-Chan recieve someone who she wanted in terms of characters &amp; so on. But I recieve someone who gave me the same treatments as what I gave to my ex. I had tasted enough of my own medicine, that's why I treated Neko-Chan as No1. I want to marry her if not I wont want to be with her. But GOD ARE YOU TOYING WITH MY LIFE!?! I am so tired of life, I need to take sleeping pills to sleep to forget what's my life is in the day. I love Neko-Chan. But must you give us so much barriers? AGE &amp;amp; SURNAME BARRIER are enough for us. Stop giving us more. I want to become stupid! I dont wish to think so much. I want to lead a normal &amp; swete relationship. This will be last girl which I want to marry &amp;amp; determine to. Cant you spare me from everything thats painful &amp; hurting? Let me just enjoy what's LOVE IS ALL ABOUT!?! GOD! I CALLED FOR YOU! WHERE ARE YOU! YOU ANSWER ME! I prayed for you to guide &amp;amp; guard us. But all I recieve is NOTHING BUT TIREDNESS! SPARE ME PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last relationship I had a terrible experience. I went through operations &amp; I got slapped by my ex without any reasons. I got scolded by my ex for nothing. I am tired. Dont make me lost hopes in this relationship or maybe in girls. I might turn into gay or maybe someone who loves only ME, MYSELF &amp;amp; I! I beared enough HURTS &amp; PAINS in me. I had terrible primary &amp;amp; secondary school life. Cant I recieve something better. 1st relationship, everyone thought I was in the wrong. I got backstabbed &amp; scolded by friends. 2nd relationship, for her sake, I left her. She love me a lot, but that time I dont wish to destroy her life. 3rd relationship, I WENT THROUGH HARDSHIPS to grow into what I am today. SOMEONE who is not call LIM JIAN BIN (LJB- LAN JIAO BIN) BUT A GUY, TAKESHI! WHO LOVE MY JAPANESE &amp;amp; NEKO-CHAN! TAKESHI! Stop torturing me. Release me please. I am tired. I wanna fall asleep for a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:white;"&gt;*\ Takeshi Love Neko-Chan /*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-5869990207530802832?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/5869990207530802832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=5869990207530802832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/5869990207530802832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/5869990207530802832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/07/takeshi-is-tired.html' title='*\ Takeshi is tired /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-3962699615668474000</id><published>2007-07-11T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:42:55.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neko-Chan exchanged hp with me. But my hp seemed to be spoiled. I couldn't sms nor call her. Fine with that. Just a tiny agruement last nitex. I felt so numb after so long. I felt that I could not be bothered with anything. I could not be bothered with her, my life, my study &amp; myself. I just want to be alone in this world. Such feelings... where did it come from. Doko de kimashita ka? I'm not sure. Maybe life dragged such feelings upon me. Tired of nagging over some stupid things which Neko-Chan could not get into her head. Tired of disagreement with Neko-Chan. Tired of my characters that cause my life to be miserable. Tired of everything. Just wanted to be alone. Just wished to do nothing &amp;amp; hoping that someone out there would come &amp; care for me. Hopefully that person is Neko-Chan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After school, I dont feel like going anywhere. Doko mo ikimashita. Taikutsu desu ne. I felt so bored. I felt so meaningless to walk on. I went home, watched my Naruto's anime. It seemed that it could not burn the fire in me to watch anime. The espisodes were all boring &amp;amp; stupid. Nothing seem to cheer me up. Even Neko-Chan called me, I felt no joys in hearing nor I want to talk. Weird feelings. Maybe when came to a point in life, you felt to take a break &amp; rest &amp;amp; not bother with anything around you. Felt asleep on my bed, thinking what's wrong with me? Hearing my beloved's voice, it seemed to have no joys. Maybe I'm tired. I closed my eyes, everything went black, silently I went into my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neko-Chan woke me up, told me to get ready to fetch her. The heavy body of mine did not seem to be moving. I had no joys in going out. I just feel liked lying there for a long long time. Dragged myself up, I bathed, style my hair, dressed &amp; went out. I was late due to my tired body &amp;amp; mind. I met Neko-Chan at City Hall. We were going to eat with her friends. Went shopping &amp; Kinoukuniya. Read horoscope book. Understand alot of things about Neko-Chan. Met her friends, went to Italian &amp;amp; Japanese fusion resturant. They chatted about their life &amp; boyfriends. I could not stop laughing because what they faced, I had once faced before. Is it everyone faced the same thing? Or is is by chance that I faced the same things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ate dinner, sent Neko-Chan home. In the bus, though it might be a few minutes, I hugged Neko-Chan because she felt very cold. Such a moment, let me felt that she needed me in her life. Needed me to be by her side in life, hugging her when she is cold. Such feeling sure brightened my nitex. I kissed her, hugged her &amp; of course let her returned home. I stood downstair at the traffic light, leaning against it, waited for Neko-Chan to wave a "Good-Bye" to me. I took a cab home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The reason that I took a cab home was because Neko-Chan could not contact me! My hp was spoiled. I wanted to get home fast to call her. Though I was feeling moody in the day, but after seeing Neko-Chan. It sure made me felt better. I did show the moody side of me, but Neko-Chan did not realise it after all. But it was alright. She was too tired to notice the change of my mood. I wondered how long this moody feeling will last. A day? 2 days? or maybe a long period? I'm tired. My mouth seemed to start closing up. Maybe soon, I be the quiet me again. Not the happy-go-lucky Takeshi. But the quiet &amp;amp; self-closed up Takeshi. I love you Neko-Chan. Give me sometimes to open these feelings. Maybe I'm tired of walking so much. Take a break with me, help me to wipe my sweats, serve me drinks &amp; massage me. Soon, I will walk again with you beside me.&lt;/span&gt; Btw thank for saying that I look CUTE when posing at the traffic light &amp;amp; I got style. It sure made me laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:white;"&gt;*\ Takeshi Love Neko-Chan /*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-3962699615668474000?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/3962699615668474000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=3962699615668474000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/3962699615668474000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/3962699615668474000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/07/takeshi-neko-memories_11.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-1253625743518534290</id><published>2007-07-09T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T07:56:33.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is all about cherish &amp; treasure your love ones? Cherish them when they are alive or dead? When people recieve love from others alot, they tend to forget how to give love to others. Everyone yearns for love from others. Did they ever consider how other people feel? Everyone needs love, if you are the one who is recieving it, why can't you return it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is giving love so hard? Is sharing love so hard? If you need love, don't you think others don't need love. Once you recieve it, will you appreciate or take it for granted. If you never take it for granted, why can't you return the love back? Alot people complain:" Why no one loves me?" Have you wonder that you did recieve it before, for you never cherish it, in the end you lost the love instead? In the past, you might fall in love with someone, give him your best but he does not appreciate your love, takes it for granted &amp;amp; causes a heartbreak for you. But now, you meet someone who loves you more than you do, give you all his very best, do everythings for your sake or maybe even willing to give up his life for u. What's your reactions? Do you take him for granted like the person you once loved or will you give him your very best, never to disappoint him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you say you love him, then can you give him your best? Let him feel that you love him as much as he does. If you say you love him, but you can't give him your best, aren't you cheating that you love him? Love is powerful emotion or feelings on this earth. It can change a person's characters, fate &amp; destiny. A mother is willing to die for son. A husband is willing to change his bad habits for his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cherish your love ones when they are alive or alright. Don't cherish them when they lie in the coffins. It will be too late. I once had a death facing operation. My ex-girlfriend did not cherish me before that. She quarrelled with me days &amp;amp; nights. She cherished me just that few weeks when I had my operation. I lost memories of the past. I forgot her. She tried to pull me back &amp;amp; I regained my memories. But it all did not last. She started quarrelling with me, after I was more stable in condition. So what's all this about? Cherish when the person is nearly gone, but after that, forget everything which took place. Haix. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So love the person when the person is alive or love u deeply. Don't regret when the person is dead or leave you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:white;"&gt;*\ Takeshi Love Neko-Chan /*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-1253625743518534290?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/1253625743518534290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=1253625743518534290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/1253625743518534290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/1253625743518534290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/07/takeshi-neko-memories_09.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-4392340425563499216</id><published>2007-07-08T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T07:24:15.604-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko Sentosa memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RpYHyKXYjpI/AAAAAAAAAZY/H0Iw_27YU4U/s1600-h/Image190.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086261387518840466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RpYHyKXYjpI/AAAAAAAAAZY/H0Iw_27YU4U/s200/Image190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Guai Guai hairstyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RpYHyaXYjqI/AAAAAAAAAZg/NP-AR_c9org/s1600-h/Image224.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086261391813807778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RpYHyaXYjqI/AAAAAAAAAZg/NP-AR_c9org/s200/Image224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Neko-Chan ordering food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neko-Chan thinking what to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086261400403742402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RpYHy6XYjsI/AAAAAAAAAZw/H5E-I-UfOf4/s200/Image225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In bus when sending Neko-Chan home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RpYHSaXYjkI/AAAAAAAAAYw/MIYlzmqCotU/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086260842057993794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RpYHSaXYjkI/AAAAAAAAAYw/MIYlzmqCotU/s200/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; She know martial arts sia!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RpYHS6XYjlI/AAAAAAAAAY4/LTA-CqcWVyQ/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086260850647928402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RpYHS6XYjlI/AAAAAAAAAY4/LTA-CqcWVyQ/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Itadakimasu! (I'm going to eat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RpYHTKXYjmI/AAAAAAAAAZA/3l0RWCmleo4/s1600-h/Image189.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086260854942895714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RpYHTKXYjmI/AAAAAAAAAZA/3l0RWCmleo4/s200/Image189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; You are mine, Neko-Chan. Our future ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RpYHTaXYjnI/AAAAAAAAAZI/9ZVMYR4jguI/s1600-h/Image058.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086260859237863026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RpYHTaXYjnI/AAAAAAAAAZI/9ZVMYR4jguI/s200/Image058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; What a stupid face Takeshi had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RpYHTqXYjoI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/GrXKvuTSjkA/s1600-h/Image152.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086260863532830338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RpYHTqXYjoI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/GrXKvuTSjkA/s200/Image152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neko-Chan posing with me legs. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Waited long time for today! Sentosa here I come! Lolx. Tanning Tanning Lovely Sunning. S'pore beautiful man-made island-Sentosa, with mudskippers, small fishes, crabs, peacocks and BIG BIG showerhead! Loving it~ Neko-Chan *Copyright*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned today very long already. I wanted to spend sometime alone with Neko-Chan out of city areas. I decided to bring her head, enjoy the sun &amp; enjoy our "Er Ren Shi Jie"! Met Neko-Chan at CityHall. I was late, but I lied her that I reached earlier &amp;amp; went to toilet. Lolx. I suggested loser kissed the number of time depending on age. Lolx. Neko-Chan, you owed me 17 times because you dumb dumb, kena cheated by me! Hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Vivo City.Neko-Chan scared we might be hungry during the swim. Ate Thai Express. We chatted for awhile. Reached Sentosa quite early. The sun was sorching hot. Man, I simply love the sun. I wanna be dark &amp; black. Neko-Chan was so hot today with bikini! =X Lolx. Make me nose bleed? Lolx. Found a spot at the Palawan Beach. Undressed &amp;amp; jumped into the sea after applying sunblock lotion! Yeah!?! We enjoyed so much playing tricks &amp; swimming together. But in the end, I LOST THE RING!?! WTF!?! I wanted to have fun with Neko-Chan. She swimming half-way, I jumped into the water to grab her ring. But FCKING WATER, pulled my ring into the FCKING sea! Ahhh... Neko-Chan will kill me! I told her because I don't wish to lie. Neko-Chan, I'm terribly sorry. I was too careless. But surprisingly, Neko-Chan never scold me. Instead she forgave &amp;amp; find the ring with me. I was totally touched. If for my ex-girlfriend, I would be whacked by her.&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I decided that Neko-Chan is going to be my very loved woman in my life. She was so sweet, giving me assurance that she not angry. She smiled when said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Sentosa, we saw Neko-Chan's friends. Introduced me to them, but they don't seem to be interested. Lolx. Never mind. Went to Vivo City, to check out if Fantastic 4 is available. Lolx. No such movie available! Sad case. We decided to go down to East Coast Park to eat steamboat. Neko-Chan angry with me that I say the food not nice because it was her favourite. Lolx. I was joking with her if she knew what I love to eat or not. Bought BitBit's food at pet shop. I stopped Neko-Chan in front of the food, sweared that to the animal photos on the food packages that I Only Love Neko-Chan. That's seem stupid. But to her, it was quite a surprise &amp; sweetness, that's what I feel. Neko-Chan, correct me if I'm wrong. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent Neko-Chan home. Man, I enjoyed so much today. Energy was being drained. But I was still very happy to spend such a day with Neko-Chan. The day was perfectly planned! I love you Neko-Chan. Life with you seem to beautify! I can't imagine life without you anymore. So sticky &amp;amp; glued to you. Muackies. Sleep early ok? Planned for next trip for us. Wait for the next sunday to come. I Miss You, Neko-Chan. Huggies. Don't catch cold. Weather is cold tonitex, raining, dont scare thunder, I'm with you always. Sweet Dreams. Nitex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:white;"&gt;*\ Takeshi Love Neko-Chan /*&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/4905304971438707446-4392340425563499216?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/4392340425563499216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=4392340425563499216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4392340425563499216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/4392340425563499216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/07/takeshi-neko-sentosa-memories.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko Sentosa memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/RpYHyKXYjpI/AAAAAAAAAZY/H0Iw_27YU4U/s72-c/Image190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-6854140413571212733</id><published>2007-07-07T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T18:07:06.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Damm rain! So heavy man! I waited for fucking taxi 40 mins? Wanted to reach Neko-Chan house earlier. But I wasted 3 hrs of fcking time waiting for taxi &amp; bus. Damm it! I hated myself. I miss Neko-Chan so much. I quickly rushed down to her house. I watched movie with her. Neko-Chan &amp;amp; me had a little quarrels. Because I was jealous =X Sorry Neko-Chan. I love you de! Watch movie &amp; east maggie mee. Enjoyed that kind of simple life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After which, Neko-Chan need to meet her mum to go temple to pray. Man, I hate that kind of feelings, since I am Christian. Lolx. I skipped church today because Danny did not go! Haix. My LG leader also away for mission trip. Riot2 is going to collapse! Lolx. I decided to wait for my Baobei, Neko-Chan to reach Bugis. We going to buy beach wear for Sentosa tomorrow! Yeah!?! Shopped around, but could not find. Went to Pasta Mania, ate Vongole! My favourite Fusili &amp; White Wine! =X I'm loving it~ Enjoyed the meal! Continued to find my beach wear! Finally found Converse, $19.90! Lolx. Bought it without hestitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sent my Baobei, Neko-Chan home. I don't wish her to be lonely when going home. I know the painfulness of loneliness. I sent her home &amp;amp; I needed to rush down to Bugis again to meet my parents for dinner. I will like to thank my baobei, Neko-chan, that she gave me a very enjoyable day though the time was short. I love you Neko-Chan. Muackiex. Can't wait for tomorrow to come. We gonna build our memories together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-6854140413571212733?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/6854140413571212733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=6854140413571212733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/6854140413571212733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/6854140413571212733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/07/takeshi-neko-memories_07.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-7920088313687235583</id><published>2007-07-06T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T07:56:50.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today no school at all! I met Dominic to play pool! We both postphoned the time again n again because both of us were addicted to anims! Met Dominic &amp; played 8 match.es 3/5! I lost again! Wtf man! Always lose to him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a special invitation to chalet! May Hao invited me &amp;amp; Neko-Chan to chalet! Her birthday coming. I met Neko-Chan at Eunos after my macthes. Brought her down to Pasir Ris. We were so early! Liyi, Tracy &amp; Regina were still at Red Hill there. Lolx. They were so damm late. I saw Hui Ze they all at bus-stop. Suprised me. Took bus together to the chalet. Saw Kenneth &amp;amp; his girlfriend sitting there, eating. So we got the right place! Lolx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I sat alone with Neko-Chan. I worry my Neko-Chan will feel neglected. That's why I never leave a foot away from her. I kept staying by her side. Regina they all reached so late lorx. Biang. Then that NaNa went off wif HC don't know to where! Then Hui Ze they all left very early. Lolx. Kenneth, his girlfriend, Neko-Chan &amp; me played Big 2. Lolx. My Neko-Chan dumb dumb. Lolx. She lost &amp;amp; made me shuffled cards. Biang, she evil lorx! Bully me. Neko-Chan also headache at that moment. I sayang her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We all went off early because Neko-Chan was not feeling well. I brought her home. Chatted awhile &amp;amp; let her go home rest. I enjoyed myself so much though time was short. Every seconds with Neko-Chan is worth everything. I love you Neko-Chan. Rest well o! Muackies. Anything call me k! Takeshi will rush down to your house de! Huggies! I miz you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:white;"&gt;*\ Takeshi Love Neko-Chan /*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-7920088313687235583?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/7920088313687235583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=7920088313687235583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7920088313687235583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/7920088313687235583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/07/takeshi-neko-memories_06.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-1357923324370485333</id><published>2007-07-06T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T07:51:02.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Singaporean's English very jialat (bad). Can't speak good English. Only can speak broken English (Singlish) but we are proud of it. Even Ang mohs (People who are from foreign) can't learn our Singlish. Including me, I speak Singlish daily. Singlish is so special that there wasn't any course to study about it. Singaporean has this in-built Singlish talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When picking a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang mohs:&lt;/em&gt; Excuse me, is there anything you are not happy with me? Maybe we can sort it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'poreans&lt;em&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; Oie, where buay song. Come fight lahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is talking on phone loudly &amp; is sitting beside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang mohs: &lt;/em&gt;Excuse me, can you please lower down your voice. I will greatly appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;S'poreans:&lt;/em&gt; Oie. Diam diam lahx. Cha si mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When movie tickets are sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang mohs: &lt;/em&gt;So what do you purpose since the movie tickets are sold out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;S'poreans:&lt;/em&gt; Oie, how arhx? Go where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When discussing project:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang mohs:&lt;/em&gt; So how do you think we should proceed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;S'poreans: &lt;/em&gt;Dont ask mi lehx. Ask others lahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asking people to move aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang mohs: &lt;/em&gt;Excuse me, can you let me through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;S'poreans: &lt;/em&gt;Oie siam lahx! Mai ta lor (dont block the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When farted in the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang mohs:&lt;/em&gt; Excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;S'poreans:&lt;/em&gt; Not mi, not mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When going to the toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;mohs:&lt;/em&gt; If you would excuse me for a moment, I have to go to the gents/ladies. Please carry on without me, it would only take a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;S'poreans:&lt;/em&gt; Oie, wait. Buay tahan. toilets lehx? I go pang jio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When being doubted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang mohs:&lt;/em&gt; I don't recall owing you the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;S'poreans:&lt;/em&gt; Where got? Dont bluff lahx. Any how say me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When disagree with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang mohs:&lt;/em&gt; Sorry, I don't think I agree with what you are trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;S'poreans:&lt;/em&gt; Mai kao pei kao bu lahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the weather is hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang mohs:&lt;/em&gt; The weather is so hot. How I wish I'm in a air-conditioned place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;S'poreans:&lt;/em&gt; Biang. Si bei hot. Why no air-con sia! Na bei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Funny things about Singaporeans. This is what we will face daily. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-1357923324370485333?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/1357923324370485333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=1357923324370485333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/1357923324370485333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/1357923324370485333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/07/takeshi-neko-memories_05.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko memories /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-1474018322198891129</id><published>2007-07-06T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T07:57:14.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko Poem /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko Poem /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Takeshi's love poem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To Neko-Chan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your beautiful face bo wei gong (nothing to say),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Silky hair everybody like (buay tahan),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your horse figure no horse run (steady bom bibi),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Big big eyes, small small mouth, cannot tahan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One word, marry wife follow wife, marry dog follow dog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You go where, I go where.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You die, I die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you are the moon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm the star shining beside you (wah-say).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you are a fork,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm the spoon (wah-lao),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you exercise, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm your sweat at the armpit (wah-kao).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you are shit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm the fly (wah-liaox).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you are bathing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm the water (wah-baing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you are the toilet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm the bowl (wah-lian).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To heaven &amp; earth corner,You are my woman (cha bo) this lifetime (ai se. buay tahan. so mushy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You want what, I give what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You need what, I buy what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As long as you are happy, I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:white;"&gt;*\ Takeshi Love Neko-Chan /*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4905304971438707446-1474018322198891129?l=takeshi-neko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/feeds/1474018322198891129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4905304971438707446&amp;postID=1474018322198891129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/1474018322198891129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4905304971438707446/posts/default/1474018322198891129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeshi-neko.blogspot.com/2007/07/takeshi-neko-poem.html' title='*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko Poem /*'/><author><name>Hayashi Takeshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06533442395820912015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NLDCIdoasU/TwKsu74mDRI/AAAAAAAAF2o/Wkw4lWaT_0U/s220/DSC02986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905304971438707446.post-2511205133158351053</id><published>2007-07-01T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T07:57:35.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*\ Takeshi-Neko 2 Months Anniversary /*'/><title type='text'>*\ Takeshi &amp; Neko 2 month aniversary /*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Ro2iN5HXtqI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/C-I5TfvN-eY/s1600-h/Image211.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083897913924892322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Ro2iN5HXtqI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/C-I5TfvN-eY/s200/Image211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Takeshi &amp; Neko-Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Ro2iOJHXtrI/AAAAAAAAAYY/1OSkjd9S0Jg/s1600-h/Image213.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083897918219859634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Ro2iOJHXtrI/AAAAAAAAAYY/1OSkjd9S0Jg/s200/Image213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neko-Chan Kissed Takeshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCihj6R9ua8/Ro2iOZHXtsI/AAAAAAAAAYg/73002v1MKSw/s1600-h/Image210.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:t
