<?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-4209523502545444686</id><updated>2011-07-29T00:02:28.458-07:00</updated><category term='drag me to hell'/><category term='happy farm'/><category term='restaurant city'/><category term='scary movie'/><title type='text'>Not-So-Secret Life</title><subtitle type='html'>I love my Jesus. I love my family and friends. I love to travel with my family :) I love things that challenge the senses, food anyone? I like putting on outfits together when I feel like it. I love to laugh and making people laugh. Guess I'm a flexible person.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkosaki.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209523502545444686/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkosaki.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mikumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440534282411250853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S4fECPhqWsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OOpLTa1Cvds/S220/ab.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209523502545444686.post-6452456620934736058</id><published>2010-01-26T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T01:30:50.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creature Days</title><content type='html'>Long time no blog! Pharmacy is slowly sucking me dry, plus facebook equals deadly combo. So I decided to post some pictures of Jai's uber cute puppy and scorpions I held for the first time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S16kuaIZmAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XIHd8tTeMGw/s1600-h/DSC01333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S16kuaIZmAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XIHd8tTeMGw/s200/DSC01333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430959317850888194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It doesn't seem all that thrilled w/ me! Behave and playful pup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S16lV5Jn0VI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ji-Fe4-oNQw/s1600-h/DSC01343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S16lV5Jn0VI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ji-Fe4-oNQw/s200/DSC01343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430959996192411986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not edited! So cute yogurt w/ little sister! :) *pls click if you want to see just how cute it is w/ its green eyes ^_____^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S16lzaBpr1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/WP7FsadPvJ8/s1600-h/DSC01356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S16lzaBpr1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/WP7FsadPvJ8/s200/DSC01356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430960503233556306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sneaky sister tied a string to my pants. No wonder there was such a ruckus. Yogurt loves to play tug of war!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S16mvwCF4rI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pYNSL-eJwD4/s1600-h/DSC01367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S16mvwCF4rI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pYNSL-eJwD4/s200/DSC01367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430961539933135538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                Now it has soft blue eyes. Ain't it a cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay moving on to exotic pets..w/c are more on the not-so-cute side for some. But the scorpion which is still with me now grew on me. It's really cute. Too bad it's going to the buyer. But I doubt I'd own one cause they eat like crickets, roaches, and worms w/c is  just plain gross, right? @_@ LIZARDS for when they grow bigger. No way am I going to catch lizards!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S16nwVv2pYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yqXvz7Kb6_U/s1600-h/DSC01414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S16nwVv2pYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yqXvz7Kb6_U/s200/DSC01414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430962649568814466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is an Asian Forest, w/c is a level 1 scorpi. It stings only when provoked and it just feels like an ant bite. Didn't experience being stung by it though, not that i want to o'course! o.O It's smart cause I kept opening its container so it'd hurriedly go out and so i'd let it walk on my palms, arm. But the next day when i opened the container..it shied away T.T so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S16o5zvnXXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/L9q_zMobhdk/s1600-h/DSC01417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S16o5zvnXXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/L9q_zMobhdk/s200/DSC01417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430963911751327090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                             Like a mini lobster-ish creature. Pretty structure! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S16p1HSuFSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/wgW9vTJAREc/s1600-h/DSC01427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S16p1HSuFSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/wgW9vTJAREc/s200/DSC01427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430964930611123490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                           An Emperor scorpi. The Asian Forest grows this big too :) Still growing! Amazing cause the ones w/ poisonous stingers don't grow very big, and the one that can't kill you grows this huge with big pincers. Never provoke them. You don't want them to use their clamps on you &gt;&lt;;;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S16qsOSxDOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/pfWGoKHq0V8/s1600-h/DSC01432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S16qsOSxDOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/pfWGoKHq0V8/s200/DSC01432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430965877383171298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These ones thrive in the dessert. Hmm I might use chopsticks to feed them worms. They look really cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S16rdA9N6HI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gL4Sjc_uhFc/s1600-h/DSC01424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S16rdA9N6HI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gL4Sjc_uhFc/s200/DSC01424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430966715616716914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They don't call this death stalker for nothing. This is said to be the deadliest scorpion in the world. I can't call my friend foolish for keeping this in his room cause he's still alive. One sting and you might end up flat line in a jiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another one that can get pregnant on its own. And another one that its sting can make you get a fever. It comes in handy when you want to skip school, job, etc. really bad...kidding o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S16sKwKUClI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6nqOi4aDbbw/s1600-h/DSC01434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S16sKwKUClI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6nqOi4aDbbw/s200/DSC01434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430967501382224466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                    Will one day convince Hannah to touch them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S16s_l-naOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VGPWGCicXEg/s1600-h/DSC01436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S16s_l-naOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VGPWGCicXEg/s200/DSC01436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430968409181874402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    Look at the food..eeee. good thing it doesn't fly!! o.o I used to be fascinated w/ cockroaches. The maid says i wouldn't eat my food unless they put a cockroach on the table for me to stare at in amazement. Oh and I'm now remembering my short-lived pet Sally the cockroach back in grade 4 w/c someone stepped on. May she rest in pieces. x.x such an appropriate phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S16tjaYu3SI/AAAAAAAAAGI/g_Mhycv4JB0/s1600-h/DSC01440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S16tjaYu3SI/AAAAAAAAAGI/g_Mhycv4JB0/s200/DSC01440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430969024545479970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                It's like jam in bread. They're like one peso coin small.&lt;br /&gt;Till my next little adventure in life. God bless you dear friends! *warm hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bluechameleon.org/Forum%20Pics%202009/EMOTION%20-%20Emperor%20scorpion,%207-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 194px;" src="http://www.bluechameleon.org/Forum%20Pics%202009/EMOTION%20-%20Emperor%20scorpion,%207-07.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                    fun expression! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209523502545444686-6452456620934736058?l=mikkosaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkosaki.blogspot.com/feeds/6452456620934736058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mikkosaki.blogspot.com/2010/01/creature-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209523502545444686/posts/default/6452456620934736058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209523502545444686/posts/default/6452456620934736058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkosaki.blogspot.com/2010/01/creature-days.html' title='Creature Days'/><author><name>Mikumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440534282411250853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S4fECPhqWsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OOpLTa1Cvds/S220/ab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S16kuaIZmAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XIHd8tTeMGw/s72-c/DSC01333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209523502545444686.post-1027162177963961355</id><published>2009-12-23T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:46:16.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls</title><content type='html'>Saw this from one of my fb friend's quotes! Be inspired ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girls are like apples on trees... The best ones are at the top of the tree. The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they're afraid of falling &amp;amp; getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SzLjv4VTB-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/L41hOWJkUGs/s1600-h/Girls_are_like_Apples_by_HuggleMistress.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SzLjv4VTB-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/L41hOWJkUGs/s200/Girls_are_like_Apples_by_HuggleMistress.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418643713395197922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead they just get the rotten apples that are on the ground but aren't as good, and are easy. So the apples at the top think that there is something wrong with them, when in reality, they are amazing. That is why we just have to be a little patient &amp;amp; the right boy, the one who takes a chance to find the good, right apple, will come someday..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SzLjv4VTB-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/L41hOWJkUGs/s1600-h/Girls_are_like_Apples_by_HuggleMistress.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209523502545444686-1027162177963961355?l=mikkosaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkosaki.blogspot.com/feeds/1027162177963961355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mikkosaki.blogspot.com/2009/12/girls.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209523502545444686/posts/default/1027162177963961355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209523502545444686/posts/default/1027162177963961355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkosaki.blogspot.com/2009/12/girls.html' title='Girls'/><author><name>Mikumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440534282411250853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S4fECPhqWsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OOpLTa1Cvds/S220/ab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SzLjv4VTB-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/L41hOWJkUGs/s72-c/Girls_are_like_Apples_by_HuggleMistress.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209523502545444686.post-5110578940078977153</id><published>2009-12-21T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T04:34:34.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Death</title><content type='html'>Brittany Murphy died! x.X Was super shocked that when my little sister announced it, I hurriedly rose up from bed in the morning, to take a look at the news. Death chooses no one. Always be ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I last blogged! I guess this will be my sort of first &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"fangirl"&lt;/span&gt; post! Click pics to get a better view please ^.^ *sorry blurry, I just print screen the pic from their vid in youtube &gt;&lt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/Sy9oAG2sWEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XPoaUnBcVVQ/s1600-h/cute+la.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/Sy9oAG2sWEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XPoaUnBcVVQ/s200/cute+la.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417663227799296066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my friend Chip told me to watch a video by DBSK: Why Did I fall in Love With You, Hero a.k.a Kim Jae Joong sang first~ And I was instantly captured by his beauty! So breathtaking, so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REFRESHING! &lt;/span&gt;Sigh, I prolly sound like a nut-bag. But I guess this is what you call fangirling, no? He's like an angel! I guess it's because when your hair and eyebrows are dyed brown, you look more kind and gentle. It's really true in my opinion. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/Sy9pa0ZoveI/AAAAAAAAAEY/IkG9BJh_Rkc/s1600-h/chip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/Sy9pa0ZoveI/AAAAAAAAAEY/IkG9BJh_Rkc/s200/chip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417664786213682658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend thinks Murakami Kouki is cuter, btw. Yeah he is but I'm blinded by Kim atm! :)) I made this in msppt! Lool~ Looks like I graduated from paint, eh~ Why didn't I think of this before. So d'oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/Sy9qMaN0NvI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Bnde4aoARE0/s1600-h/hair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/Sy9qMaN0NvI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Bnde4aoARE0/s200/hair.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417665638178240242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeey~ Fly away hair is the best! &lt;-Just a positive phrase for my natural hair T.T Will cut it like this next year! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics are from the mv of dbsk, why did i fall in love with you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209523502545444686-5110578940078977153?l=mikkosaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkosaki.blogspot.com/feeds/5110578940078977153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mikkosaki.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-and-death.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209523502545444686/posts/default/5110578940078977153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209523502545444686/posts/default/5110578940078977153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkosaki.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-and-death.html' title='Life and Death'/><author><name>Mikumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440534282411250853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S4fECPhqWsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OOpLTa1Cvds/S220/ab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/Sy9oAG2sWEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XPoaUnBcVVQ/s72-c/cute+la.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209523502545444686.post-7225192587536200078</id><published>2009-11-22T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T05:51:19.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon bummerama!</title><content type='html'>Am I going deaf? The voices of the people on screen are rather low. The lines can make a good entry for my nightly lullabies. I wish Edward was a more happy, lively, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXPRESSIVE&lt;/span&gt; vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aaaaah!! Need to stretch face muscles from all that frowning!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2113/2344943963_8d860d4b1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 389px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2113/2344943963_8d860d4b1b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I only grew my eyebrows to give a more smoky sexy look for my brooding vampire face!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SwkYTa08p1I/AAAAAAAAADo/5zAZCUJex-E/s1600/The-Funny-Face-of-Robert-Pattinson-taylor-lautner-vs-robert-pattinson-7669817-497-371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SwkYTa08p1I/AAAAAAAAADo/5zAZCUJex-E/s200/The-Funny-Face-of-Robert-Pattinson-taylor-lautner-vs-robert-pattinson-7669817-497-371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406879549532972882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I guess that's the perks of being a vampire. You don't have to exert much effort, face wise. You'll never have a bad photo. You just pose seductively with sexy sounding lines. Boring!&lt;br /&gt;Good thing there was "a hunk of beef" (as what my friend Chip would like to put it) in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*will be updated in a few days, maybe. only pic available in google for now.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://omgcelebritynews.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/taylor-lautner-shirtless-doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 422px;" src="http://omgcelebritynews.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/taylor-lautner-shirtless-doll.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob Black a.k.a Taylor Lautner is just to go gooey gooey over. *Sigh!* Back off haters! Compared to this pastey hairy soft abed vamp, wolf boy is a total winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.twilightmoonlighter.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Robs-Abs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 412px;" src="http://www.twilightmoonlighter.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Robs-Abs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My excitement for the movie was amplified because of Dakota Fanning!! She's a very expensive actress. The fewer lines, the cheaper? Hay...shucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/.a/6a00d8341c630a53ef011571272923970c-500wi"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/.a/6a00d8341c630a53ef011571272923970c-500wi" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically here is the very summarized form of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://socialbutterflies.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/edward-cullen-bella-swan-forest-new-moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 296px;" src="http://socialbutterflies.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/edward-cullen-bella-swan-forest-new-moon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edward: "I leave you because I love you." Bella: *hurt feelings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdFXCgr-fhY/SljjFk7ntHI/AAAAAAAACTs/pYXRGaNFrBo/s320/twilight-bella-dress_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdFXCgr-fhY/SljjFk7ntHI/AAAAAAAACTs/pYXRGaNFrBo/s320/twilight-bella-dress_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bella: *seems to always hit her head on a boulder.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October..turn..November..turn..December..turn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/8500000/jacob-and-bella-kiss-twilight-series-8504354-600-563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 249px;" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/8500000/jacob-and-bella-kiss-twilight-series-8504354-600-563.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: *since Edward's off somewhere, i might get a shot with Jacob.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shockya.com/news/wp-content/uploads/new_moon_edward_bella_kiss_bts1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 549px;" src="http://www.shockya.com/news/wp-content/uploads/new_moon_edward_bella_kiss_bts1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bella: *But Edward is my life. kiss kiss..whoa awkward.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/00027039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 494px; height: 327px;" src="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/00027039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edward: "Will you marry me?" Bella: ".....O.O...." audience: aye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/Swk6QXSzeeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/b4JFNcT4fiw/s1600/black_screen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 513px; height: 408px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/Swk6QXSzeeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/b4JFNcT4fiw/s200/black_screen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406916880440195554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAAA?? echo~ echo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *dumfounded*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209523502545444686-7225192587536200078?l=mikkosaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkosaki.blogspot.com/feeds/7225192587536200078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mikkosaki.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon-bummerama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209523502545444686/posts/default/7225192587536200078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209523502545444686/posts/default/7225192587536200078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkosaki.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon-bummerama.html' title='New Moon bummerama!'/><author><name>Mikumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440534282411250853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S4fECPhqWsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OOpLTa1Cvds/S220/ab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2113/2344943963_8d860d4b1b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209523502545444686.post-7625677240409753436</id><published>2009-11-07T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T00:35:32.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oldie Moldy Crinkley Wrinkley</title><content type='html'>When I grow old, I hope I wrinkle at the right places. Being an old lady is kind of sad, but at least when you're cute, it's not that bad? I may not even make it to the wrinkling department. *God forbid!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't she cute? :3&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.swbnetwork.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/old-lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 299px;" src="http://www.swbnetwork.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/old-lady.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pal Chip might want to look like this tough granma. We took this quiz in facebook and she ended up getting &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Winifred&lt;/span&gt; as her old lady name and is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PSYCHO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But don't worry, she's not a psycho, maybe just a tough cookie. Like this granny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/343983/2/istockphoto_343983-cranky-old-lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 297px;" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/343983/2/istockphoto_343983-cranky-old-lady.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, the internet never fails to let you down. This is actually the picture of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Winifred&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, from Chip's results. Err..happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvZfbhUkQ_I/AAAAAAAAADI/AI2b1tMm76I/s1600-h/old_lady.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvZfbhUkQ_I/AAAAAAAAADI/AI2b1tMm76I/s200/old_lady.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401609729483228146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Anne would look like this?(not Winifred but this lady down here) Yes that's right! All prim and proper and is still interested in learning some details. Oh, I am writing about old ladies and so I got carried away and included my friends who also have blogs. So anyways..Annie the old lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gallery.photo.net/photo/1194536-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 332px;" src="http://gallery.photo.net/photo/1194536-lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is just sick! Do not preserve  an old person with resin! It is not pleasing to anyone's eyes. God looks at the  inside. .not the outside. Good point, right? I mean why preserve something old? What museum does this go into? House of Horrors?! I am so sorry preserved resin granny, please do not come back to haunt me. Stay preserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.andale.com/f2/128/103/7478531/2007/3/9/blouse4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 381px;" src="http://images.andale.com/f2/128/103/7478531/2007/3/9/blouse4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know it's so random but I just want to show you that I really am thankful for this. Hahaha, I won't donate it to charity!T.T You know who you are. Old ladies and skeletons are safe enough to be in the same category, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Belated Happy Halloween, y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvZjpKuKKnI/AAAAAAAAADY/H4zL3ISlvgE/s1600-h/DSC00596+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvZjpKuKKnI/AAAAAAAAADY/H4zL3ISlvgE/s400/DSC00596+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401614361981233778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please allow me this occasional vanity shot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvZjysaAdkI/AAAAAAAAADg/B46qYh3Sg7k/s1600-h/DSC00600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvZjysaAdkI/AAAAAAAAADg/B46qYh3Sg7k/s400/DSC00600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401614525642339906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While I still can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.frompuppytopet.com/sites/Jlarson/_files/Image/wrinkles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 380px;" src="http://www.frompuppytopet.com/sites/Jlarson/_files/Image/wrinkles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209523502545444686-7625677240409753436?l=mikkosaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkosaki.blogspot.com/feeds/7625677240409753436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mikkosaki.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-i-grow-old-i-hope-i-wrinkle-at.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209523502545444686/posts/default/7625677240409753436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209523502545444686/posts/default/7625677240409753436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkosaki.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-i-grow-old-i-hope-i-wrinkle-at.html' title='Oldie Moldy Crinkley Wrinkley'/><author><name>Mikumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440534282411250853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S4fECPhqWsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OOpLTa1Cvds/S220/ab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvZfbhUkQ_I/AAAAAAAAADI/AI2b1tMm76I/s72-c/old_lady.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209523502545444686.post-5208207945454518286</id><published>2009-11-06T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:46:42.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Believe My Friend!</title><content type='html'>This friend of mine has whiter legs than me. It's super flawless too. How did he maintain that? I must sound like a bimbo barbie. First the pits, now the legs! Just really bored, no I'm not getting defensive or anything. STOP THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvToN3sNGsI/AAAAAAAAACw/-7BEDzad0Xo/s1600-h/5256_244786380579_830160579_8076337_6887949_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvToN3sNGsI/AAAAAAAAACw/-7BEDzad0Xo/s320/5256_244786380579_830160579_8076337_6887949_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401197178109369026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Charlie: "I ain't gay, okay?" (name was changed) But seriously, he's not gay. o.k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvTm1VtL-gI/AAAAAAAAACg/D9E1yJjk3CM/s1600-h/5689_112853289671_607219671_2137888_1281235_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvTm1VtL-gI/AAAAAAAAACg/D9E1yJjk3CM/s320/5689_112853289671_607219671_2137888_1281235_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401195657158195714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some men love hairy women cause they too are hairy in lots of places. It's pretty logical.&lt;br /&gt;Funny to see that *Polka also did this (name changed, hairier dudette w/ the wut wut action) err..contest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvTofuyHGNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7AGfbWII-n4/s1600-h/6320_1084162031391_1446573215_30195412_2066024_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvTofuyHGNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7AGfbWII-n4/s320/6320_1084162031391_1446573215_30195412_2066024_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401197484955867346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bravo! Shirt so sexy, it hurts. Do some men find muscular women attractive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvTpFWYreNI/AAAAAAAAADA/PxxS8lo4QRk/s1600-h/6540_1173904878408_1551635137_30455975_2485467_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvTpFWYreNI/AAAAAAAAADA/PxxS8lo4QRk/s320/6540_1173904878408_1551635137_30455975_2485467_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401198131241777362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209523502545444686-5208207945454518286?l=mikkosaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkosaki.blogspot.com/feeds/5208207945454518286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mikkosaki.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cant-believe-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209523502545444686/posts/default/5208207945454518286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209523502545444686/posts/default/5208207945454518286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkosaki.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cant-believe-my-friend.html' title='I Can&apos;t Believe My Friend!'/><author><name>Mikumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440534282411250853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S4fECPhqWsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OOpLTa1Cvds/S220/ab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvToN3sNGsI/AAAAAAAAACw/-7BEDzad0Xo/s72-c/5256_244786380579_830160579_8076337_6887949_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209523502545444686.post-5876914901550948334</id><published>2009-11-05T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T05:44:22.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>Wow, haven't blogged in AGES. Well I did blog back in high school when there was still Tabulas. And then I moved to Livejournal. But for some reason uploading pictures there was quite a hassle. But here in Blogspot, it's pretty hassle free! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvO8j8ROLkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/5kSRWJ3A3Y4/s1600-h/DSC00575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvO8j8ROLkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/5kSRWJ3A3Y4/s320/DSC00575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400867703807159874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such a happy smile on my face when I finally slurped on Spaghetti Factory's, not Norwegian Pride but Norway's Pride at long last. Because I ordered the wrong kind of spaghetti sauce the last time. What a lozer is me talking about food. Tummy is rumbling like boulders are being thrown off a cliff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I post another picture? Me angry and confused! Arrr~!!&lt;br /&gt;And my blog looks like CRAP. Somebody help me please.&lt;br /&gt;Works already! *rejoices*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvQiaFROFHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0Lp4rTgWojw/s1600-h/DSC00577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvQiaFROFHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0Lp4rTgWojw/s320/DSC00577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400979684610413682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Capers taste like sweaty vegetables though. So gross ah. That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;There's MORE. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Having a nigahiga moment here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvRI_BuZGKI/AAAAAAAAACA/kInFjhTmguQ/s1600-h/DSC00572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvRI_BuZGKI/AAAAAAAAACA/kInFjhTmguQ/s320/DSC00572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401022100756043938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my cute furry feathered cheek paly, Hazel! One of the happy customers of the place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvRKRIhNxOI/AAAAAAAAACI/pnIddInqEIc/s1600-h/DSC00569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvRKRIhNxOI/AAAAAAAAACI/pnIddInqEIc/s320/DSC00569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401023511329096930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the other 2 satisfied customers. Happy and content. Anne and Chip, yes they blog too!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, where's Byron?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvRKmyw8dZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/IBiFVFvYlL0/s1600-h/dog-doing-his-own-chores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvRKmyw8dZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/IBiFVFvYlL0/s320/dog-doing-his-own-chores.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401023883446613394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh I remember that he had to do some chores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209523502545444686-5876914901550948334?l=mikkosaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkosaki.blogspot.com/feeds/5876914901550948334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mikkosaki.blogspot.com/2009/11/blogging.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209523502545444686/posts/default/5876914901550948334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209523502545444686/posts/default/5876914901550948334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkosaki.blogspot.com/2009/11/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Mikumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440534282411250853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S4fECPhqWsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OOpLTa1Cvds/S220/ab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/SvO8j8ROLkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/5kSRWJ3A3Y4/s72-c/DSC00575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209523502545444686.post-6829078230155426807</id><published>2009-06-07T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:01:10.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drag me to hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurant city'/><title type='text'>ramblings of a bored mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    I'm blogging because I am bored. School is still after a week's time! Hurray!^^*reads text..yes! my boyfriend made it safely to HK. Thank you God! woot~  I "stole" the title from my pal miguel ouano. Hope he doesn't mind :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   I am currently hooked to the following games in facebook: restaurant city, happy farm. So if any of you guys want to add me for those purposes, please do. (e-mail ad:mikkoy123@yahoo.com) But now facebook is gaining so much popularity that parents are scared for the privacy of their children. Which is totally true. I hope any delusional person, stalker, pedophile, dirty old man, etc. will be kept at bay and little girls, or easily molested boys will at least have the brains as to keep their contact information squeaky clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   I just watched the movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Drag me to Hell"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and it was&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HILARIOUSLY CREEPY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I watched it with a guy bud and a girl pal. I thought it was going to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;scary scary scary!!*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But instead it was gross, funny, and weird. The sound effects were darn annoying and i guess that's the whole point. It even had a really loud effect when the handkerchief of the old lady hit the windshield of the leading lady. LOL! It's very in your face to the likes of scary movie, as if they really want to make it in scary movie 5? or 6?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   Well that's all for today, I need to do more "important" stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209523502545444686-6829078230155426807?l=mikkosaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkosaki.blogspot.com/feeds/6829078230155426807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mikkosaki.blogspot.com/2009/06/ramblings-of-bored-mind.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209523502545444686/posts/default/6829078230155426807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209523502545444686/posts/default/6829078230155426807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkosaki.blogspot.com/2009/06/ramblings-of-bored-mind.html' title='ramblings of a bored mind'/><author><name>Mikumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440534282411250853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GI4nz-14js/S4fECPhqWsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OOpLTa1Cvds/S220/ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
