<?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-1878836834481757062</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:24:33.182-08:00</updated><category term='spock/mccoy slide'/><category term='story'/><category term='flight'/><category term='fanfiction'/><category term='meme'/><category term='one piece'/><category term='welcome'/><category term='Garth Nix'/><category term='kitties'/><category term='writing'/><category term='nanowrimo'/><title type='text'>nma~ sometimes all you gotta say is yes, and go with it.</title><subtitle type='html'>nma~ randomness of my life. you have been warned! nma~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878836834481757062/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Seiya.Eiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13391955021219595635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AT6w5Olp7pk/Sk45yVao5rI/AAAAAAAAAB8/h81S-I3w5jc/S220/45871+(2).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878836834481757062.post-9046877608715042030</id><published>2009-11-21T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T13:58:04.860-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nanowrimo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Flight - Chapter one: The one with the gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="push"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;             Chapter one: The one with the gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; the wind howls with anger as I try to get everyone in order. this is out first storm with the new crew, and it's not going very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; "Get those sails up before they split! Kathryn i could use some help!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; I hear a chuckle from behind me "but you are doing so well." i can hear the gloating smile in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;"Just do something!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;i watch as Kathryn goes around, putting people in their place and doing whatever has not been done to protect the ship during a storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;By the time the storm  had abated, i could see the next island. it was kinda hard to miss since we were practically right next to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;"Land-ho!" the lookout needlessly shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;"what island is this?" someone form below yelled toward Kathryn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;"Ornitheopia... where a city of unknown treasure lays.. everyone get ready to dock!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;I made my way toward her, intent on telling her about the bad vibe i got from this island. when i finally reached her and opened my mouth to tell her so, her hand prevented me from speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;"shut it Aiden"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;"but captin... I..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;"Ayh said shut it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;okay... that went well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;we eventually get everyone together to head to the island. when we get there we are met by knives and an odd assortment of weapons, most likely taken in a rush by the fact i swear i see someone holding a spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;well of course Kathryn would have none of that, she walked to the front of our group and spoke to the offending natives. "we mean no harm! we are explorers form a distant land! please put down your weapons and let us talk!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;"you carry the flag of a pirate! why should we trust you?!" someone from the back of the group yelled, the others nodding in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;"because we have guns and swords and you have knives and spoons, and yet you still stand unharmed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;good point if i do say so myself. thankfully the natives saw that she was right and went about their merry way... well except an elderly man who comes toward us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;"sorry about that" he said, "we've had trouble with pirates coming and attacking us before, and we had to be careful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;like no one has that problem, but that's beside the point. i know Kathryn understood what he meant, and she would never attack a village anyway... not that these people knew that, we are not yet that famous, or well infamous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Kathryn bows to this man and says in her most suave voice "it is quite alright my good sir, we are pirates after all, we get used to it." a smile and all seems well. we get permission to restock and explore anyway, though I'm sure they plan to keep an eye on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;it only takes two hours to get all the supplies bought and taken back to the ship, and in that time Kathryn comes across a hint about the so called treasure of this land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;"so, you gonna come or not Aiden?" not that she'd tell me where of course, but like the good first mate i am, i run after her, never asking any questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;we come to this cave, of course. friggen caves... so cliche. anyway we decided to go in. and by we i mean she did and i followed. next thing i know I'm on the ground with a knife in my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;i hate caves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;turns out the natives were following us and we stumbled upon their sacred grounds, which i am now bleeding on, so they must be more pissed at us. if that is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;everything turns a little blurry as Kathryn and the young man argue about who is wrong. personally i think that both are wrong, but I say nothing. i look past the two and notice something glinting in the corner. I slowly get up, wincing as i jar my wounds, and go to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;"well, whaddaya know..." i whisper, picking up the object that had caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;'uhh aiden... i would put that back if i were you..." i here Kathryn say... i wonder what-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;"oh shit." i look up and notice the HUGE bird towering over me. i look at the object in my hands, a pure silver egg of all things. and contemplate if i can run fast enough to escape the bird, who i KNOW is gonna come after me whether or not i put the egg down. i have that kind of luck. slowly i place the egg exactly where i found it and back away slowly. the bird, whose feathers i had to note were a marvelous shade of the friggen rainbow and had to of stood a good 10 feet off the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;as the bird sniffs the egg, Kathryn grabs my arm and tells me to prepare to haul ass. like i need to be told THAT. the bird brings it's head up and glares at me, which i had no idea a bird could do, and i feel a pull on my arm and then I'm running faster then i have ever run before, or since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;When we reach the town I dare to look behind me. no bird! i whoop with joy, then remember that i just recently had a knife between my ribs and promptly meet the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;"well hello there my friend floor, how are you today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;"you're nuts Aiden."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;"no more then you my dear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;and then i knew no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;i found out later that the wound was not that bad, and it was just the combination of blood loss and exhaustion from running that caused my collapse. lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;and so ends out adventure on Ornitheopia island. a place i am sure i will never come back to. no matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878836834481757062-9046877608715042030?l=walkfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9046877608715042030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/flight-chapter-one-one-with-gold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878836834481757062/posts/default/9046877608715042030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878836834481757062/posts/default/9046877608715042030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/flight-chapter-one-one-with-gold.html' title='Flight - Chapter one: The one with the gold'/><author><name>Seiya.Eiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13391955021219595635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AT6w5Olp7pk/Sk45yVao5rI/AAAAAAAAAB8/h81S-I3w5jc/S220/45871+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878836834481757062.post-3347204445385103950</id><published>2009-11-21T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T13:57:08.319-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>flight - prologue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; "I can remember the first time i laid eyes on her. we  were young, just past out sixth year, and i knew then that i loved her. her long red hair floated around her oval face. her eyes were sparkling emeralds. and as she performed the most difficult part of the ritual she was preparing for, i saw her strong legs and arm, stronger then most of the men in our village, yet womanly, their looks deceiving of that strength. her wings a perfect white with just a bit of tan at the tips of her feathers. i ran off before she could see me, i knew i needed to practice my own part for the ritual. the ritual that would betroth us, though i did not know that at the time.the ritual was called the time of the orchid, and was rarely performed, but this young girl was special, she was to be the next priestess, the next leader, and bring us out of the age of tyranny that was the government. I wondered if she knew all of this, or if she was as ignorant about the business of adults as i was." I pause in telling my story to drink a bit of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;"i thought you said that you and her were never together." the child sitting upon my lap looks up at me confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;"we never got to finish the ritual, the government had caught wind of the rumours about her and they 'crashed the party' as you would put it. they kidnapped men, her and her younger sister and took us to their building and kept us as prisoners."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;" what happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;" stuff of nightmares. they held her sister against us, telling us that they would kill her if we didn't give in.and that was all it took, she loved her sister so much, that she just gave up, although we begged her not to. they took her off to another room... i can remember it like it was yesterday. mea nd her young sister curled up in a corner, me covering her ears against the screams that echoed throught out the underground. whenthey finally let me and her sister go, i went back to get her, and when i found her, she was almost dead. they had ripped off her once beautiful wings, and taken a whip to her.wounds littered her body and her robes were in tatters. she was so pale, I never want to see anything like that again. i grabbed her and ran as fast as i could to the doctor in our village. they shot at me while i was running and i tried to fly but my wings were too weak. when i finally got her to the doctor, all they could do was sew her up, the rest was up to her. she was feverish and kept moaning in pain. when she was awake she was barely coherent, the only thing she managed was to tell everyone to go away, she didn't want anyone to see her like this. i stayed though, and took care of her the best i could.i was so afraid I would lose her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;"did she make it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;I hear steps coming toward me and a female voice saying "Yes I did, and it's all thanks to your daddy here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;I smile, "well hello there Kathryn, i was wondering where you went off to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;"I went to check the sails of course, since you seem to be a little too busy to do your part." she says fondly. "and why are you telling such a morbid story to a child for anyway? you should be telling of princes and princesses, slaying of dragons.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;i open my mouth to respond but a little voice pops up instead " but those are boring! i wanna know how you met!" i look down at the pouting face and smile sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Kathryn glances at the pout, " but there are better tales, tell her of that time we fought the with the locals over some treasure only for it to be taken by that giant bird!" she laughs, and i grin, fondly remembering that time. we never knew what hit us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;I feel a tug on my long ponytail, "ooo I wanna hear that one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="push"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;"yes dear. it all begins in a storm, as all great tales do..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878836834481757062-3347204445385103950?l=walkfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3347204445385103950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/flight-prologue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878836834481757062/posts/default/3347204445385103950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878836834481757062/posts/default/3347204445385103950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/flight-prologue.html' title='flight - prologue'/><author><name>Seiya.Eiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13391955021219595635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AT6w5Olp7pk/Sk45yVao5rI/AAAAAAAAAB8/h81S-I3w5jc/S220/45871+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878836834481757062.post-6886028810976341489</id><published>2009-10-11T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T12:57:26.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>meme ^.^</title><content type='html'>Do you know anyone named Alex?&lt;br /&gt;i know an alexandra... does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had a tooth pulled?&lt;br /&gt;NEVAH MWUAHAHAHAHHAA lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your opinion on cheerleaders?&lt;br /&gt;annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your least favorite teacher, or who was back in the day?&lt;br /&gt;she was a substitute teacher. Mrs. Mizel. gods i hated her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own any scented-oil warmers?&lt;br /&gt;i used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had pasta?&lt;br /&gt;Today for lunch =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose house did you last sleep over at?&lt;br /&gt;My sisters/grandmothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most disgusting piercing you can think of?&lt;br /&gt;... private parts are the most intresting/icky. but it's their body so va bene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who last complimented you on what?&lt;br /&gt;ummm......?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried tears of joy?&lt;br /&gt;ummm never?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you made your bed?&lt;br /&gt;third to last time i cleaned my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you type your sad smileys?&lt;br /&gt;TT_TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can always make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;my friends &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is someone that you're slipping slowly away from?&lt;br /&gt;my GF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you typed, other than surveys?&lt;br /&gt;talking to my friend on aim *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you took off your shoes?&lt;br /&gt;earlier today after food shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have "decorative hand-towels" that cannot be used in your house?&lt;br /&gt;ummm no? why would i own THAT lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last soda you drank?&lt;br /&gt;Sam's Cola (SUPAH FRANKY COLA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like going to the dentist?&lt;br /&gt;i hate the noise there &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you regretted not saying?&lt;br /&gt;....*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you colored?&lt;br /&gt;...... my nico robin pic i believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever randomly make sound effects?&lt;br /&gt;all the time lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing someone made fun of you for?&lt;br /&gt;... my mom calling me fat i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone with scoliosis?&lt;br /&gt;yep, my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had any type of surgery?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should kids be allowed to get tattoos/​​&lt;img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/w/winkrazz.gif" alt=";p" title="Wink/Razz" width="15" height="15" /&gt;iercings without parental consent?&lt;br /&gt;HELL NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who annoyed you the most today?&lt;br /&gt;Humanity, though my GF is a close second, 'cause she lied to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the last personal question you were asked?&lt;br /&gt;..... how does your body reject beef?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do personal questions make you feel uncomfortable?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you pick at your nails when they're painted?&lt;br /&gt;.... painted? never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you decided not to do, that you were supposed to?&lt;br /&gt;clean my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing to tick you off?&lt;br /&gt;My GF lying to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you do the splits?&lt;br /&gt;Hell no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like scented things, like candles, incense, etc.&lt;br /&gt;yep! ... shaddup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate when people smoke in front of you?&lt;br /&gt;... no? i'm a smoker myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain your relationship status:&lt;br /&gt;complicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your last text say?&lt;br /&gt;pshht i don't text&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the first thing you heard this morning?&lt;br /&gt;my rabbit drinking water/my fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer people who talk a lot or are quiet?&lt;br /&gt;meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it bother you when people respond to a text with one word?&lt;br /&gt;no? i don't text&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who last called you beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;i have no one to do that with &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cleaned up someone else's vomit?&lt;br /&gt;the cat's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone who hates you?&lt;br /&gt;most likely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;jai ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid to fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;no, but it never works anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could choose one season to be year round, which one would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Fall/winter it's a tie *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many kids do you want when you get older?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/w/weirdface2.gif" alt=":O_o:" title="O_o" width="15" height="17" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you of legal drinking age?&lt;br /&gt;nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sober?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'd you last tell a secret to?&lt;br /&gt;....... &lt;a href="http://fuuandmomo.deviantart.com/"&gt;Leah&lt;/a&gt; i believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the type of person who has a new boyfriend/girlfriend every week?&lt;br /&gt;lol no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Survey and listening to music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time do you usually go to sleep at night?&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wanting to be with someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you kissed someone today?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in any bad positions?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color are your socks?&lt;br /&gt;green and black in a min...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy going to school?&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy learning, school itself not so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it easy to make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;not really no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you're thinking about someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be in a relationship next month?&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with the way life is going?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate being alone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently frustrated with anyone or anything?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been called a jerk/bitch?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you play any sports?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fuuandmomo.deviantart.com/"&gt;Leah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last restaurant you went to?&lt;br /&gt;Mcdonalds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you play any instruments?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you Vegetarian?&lt;br /&gt;sorta i can only eat fish and chicken atm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878836834481757062-6886028810976341489?l=walkfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6886028810976341489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/meme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878836834481757062/posts/default/6886028810976341489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878836834481757062/posts/default/6886028810976341489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/meme.html' title='meme ^.^'/><author><name>Seiya.Eiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13391955021219595635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AT6w5Olp7pk/Sk45yVao5rI/AAAAAAAAAB8/h81S-I3w5jc/S220/45871+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878836834481757062.post-9037733963507491706</id><published>2009-07-03T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:01:39.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garth Nix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>The Book Whose Title Must Not Be Spoken</title><content type='html'>over clasped fingers i stared at the little skinny nobody who dared to question my authority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but ma'am, millions would die!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i cared. i mean really, in the long run we will become a stronger race. the good of the many outweigh the lives of the few. a million here, a million there. when our population is in the billions, it means nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"proceed with the attack, i do not answer to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she sighs, but finally leaves me in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace, what this whole war is over. some damn peace this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"really, now, that was harsh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh great now my conscious is here. JUST what i needed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"fuck off james, i don't need your crap too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aww Kat, that's mean. i'm only looking out for your best interests!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"don't call me that! only she is allowed that privilege and you know it! what do you want anyway? you're supposed to be over looking the preparations"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i just came to see who you were embarrassing now. everyone is worried about you, yanno? you've changed since this whole thing started."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah well, circumstances change, and i shall go with it and make my plans to fit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he puts his hand on my shoulder and i lean into this small embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"just don't forget what we are here for dear.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"never."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. start of a story perhaps? i dunno, should i continue it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(title taken from an interview with Garth nix &lt;3 )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878836834481757062-9037733963507491706?l=walkfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9037733963507491706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/book-whose-title-must-not-be-spoken.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878836834481757062/posts/default/9037733963507491706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878836834481757062/posts/default/9037733963507491706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/book-whose-title-must-not-be-spoken.html' title='The Book Whose Title Must Not Be Spoken'/><author><name>Seiya.Eiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13391955021219595635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AT6w5Olp7pk/Sk45yVao5rI/AAAAAAAAAB8/h81S-I3w5jc/S220/45871+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878836834481757062.post-2705723025065517670</id><published>2009-07-03T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:00:58.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one piece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>My immortal - a one piece fanfic</title><content type='html'>DISCLAIMER: well duuuh i don't own it, other wise pell, iceburg, Paulie and all the other minor characters would get more screen time... and there would be yaoi. lots of it. and yuri. and the characters would actually die... but i am rambling now lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and this is un beta'd!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I stayed in water seven. I wanted to leave so bad, but he was here. And he needed me, so I stayed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can still hear the laughter all of us shared, it echoes in these walls. Each day hurting a little more then the last, Toms gone, and it's all my fault. And yet it's like he is still here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't mean to hurt him, to hurt Tom. but I did. It's all my fault. That's why I went after him, tried my hardest to bring back Tom, bring back the smile in his eyes. He'd done so much for me, helped raise me, and all I did was hurt him, and betray him. I had to do something to right this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He'd been there, no matter what I did. I still created those damn battle Franky's. those damn weapons. And still he'd be by my side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once I messed up really bad. Sliced open my palm. He just held me until I stopped crying and fixed up my hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw him cry the day that they took Tom from us. I didn't know what to do. When we were alone, I just reached up and put my hand to his face, and pulled him into a hug, before running after Tom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;But you still have all of me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember when I first saw him. He was working on a don of a ship. The light glistened of his back, and I knew then I wanted to work with him, to be near him. That's when I found Tom and asked him to take me in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I used to have nightmares of when my parents threw me off the ship, and on those night he would take me in the bed with him and I would hold onto his shirt and just cry. He brought out the vulnerable side of me, and protected me. No matter what I had done wrong that day, he was always there for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;You used to captivate me by your resonating light&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now, I'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Years have gone by since that terrible day. As i walked up to his office, I wondered, would he take me back? I had failed to bring Tom back to us. I had left him alone all this time. What would i do if he turned me away?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You turned me away at the door. But met me at the old workshop, you gave me that blasted blueprint. Trusted in me not to make it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4 years later you die to protect that damnable thing. And me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I couldn't believe it, there was no way that you died! You're made of stronger stuff. Why did I stay here. Why did I not take your advice and run away with the blueprint. Once again I put your life at risk, and this time you died.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;But though you're still with me, I've been alone all along&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was so happy to find out you were alive, I knew you were okay, I was afraid to be wrong, but I still felt it deep in my heart that you were still here, still with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sorry I have to leave now, I want to stay with you, but these dummy kids need me. When all of this is over and done with, I'll sail the Sunny back to you, and we can sit and drink, and just enjoy each others company.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please wait for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878836834481757062-2705723025065517670?l=walkfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2705723025065517670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-immortal-one-piece-fanfic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878836834481757062/posts/default/2705723025065517670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878836834481757062/posts/default/2705723025065517670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-immortal-one-piece-fanfic.html' title='My immortal - a one piece fanfic'/><author><name>Seiya.Eiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13391955021219595635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AT6w5Olp7pk/Sk45yVao5rI/AAAAAAAAAB8/h81S-I3w5jc/S220/45871+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878836834481757062.post-3842993018080783750</id><published>2009-06-20T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:01:07.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spock/mccoy slide'/><title type='text'>Slide -spcok/mccoy video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6a333268bc621607" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AT6w5Olp7pk/Sk45yVao5rI/AAAAAAAAAB8/h81S-I3w5jc/S220/45871+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878836834481757062.post-4806921411112451965</id><published>2009-06-18T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T04:41:58.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1ed17670ee6a9fa5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1ed17670ee6a9fa5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331509900%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2615D7BBEE165F5081E5AFEC8F351C17AF18B0B5.631796DE232F49AE4A97537AE3A404ED2A901A0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1ed17670ee6a9fa5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLdvvPS_5B0Ns_LFYkUMawvU4flQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4806921411112451965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-chance-to-post-this-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878836834481757062/posts/default/4806921411112451965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878836834481757062/posts/default/4806921411112451965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-chance-to-post-this-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Seiya.Eiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13391955021219595635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AT6w5Olp7pk/Sk45yVao5rI/AAAAAAAAAB8/h81S-I3w5jc/S220/45871+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878836834481757062.post-6658128725951439317</id><published>2009-06-11T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:02:53.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KITTENS! (photo plz)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AT6w5Olp7pk/SjDH0Tsv2yI/AAAAAAAAABg/MyGU2uOwvWA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AT6w5Olp7pk/SjDH0Tsv2yI/AAAAAAAAABg/MyGU2uOwvWA/s200/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345992459143863074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki (white) male&lt;br /&gt;Leanne Ceres - female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AT6w5Olp7pk/SjDHnr5z8uI/AAAAAAAAABY/DczFekwbsRA/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AT6w5Olp7pk/SjDHnr5z8uI/AAAAAAAAABY/DczFekwbsRA/s200/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345992242302808802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny (female) and keanu (male)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AT6w5Olp7pk/SjDHi9xX3EI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hSYfBBrqVK8/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AT6w5Olp7pk/SjDHi9xX3EI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hSYfBBrqVK8/s200/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345992161199905858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keanu's lil face &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here they are!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please ignore the ugly human holding them and focus on the cute kitty goodness! nma~ :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878836834481757062-6658128725951439317?l=walkfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6658128725951439317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/kittens-photo-plz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878836834481757062/posts/default/6658128725951439317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878836834481757062/posts/default/6658128725951439317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/kittens-photo-plz.html' title='KITTENS! (photo plz)'/><author><name>Seiya.Eiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13391955021219595635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AT6w5Olp7pk/Sk45yVao5rI/AAAAAAAAAB8/h81S-I3w5jc/S220/45871+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AT6w5Olp7pk/SjDH0Tsv2yI/AAAAAAAAABg/MyGU2uOwvWA/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878836834481757062.post-2472775578687101997</id><published>2009-06-08T18:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:55:29.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitties'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no real updates, but one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cat had 3 kittens &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and adopted 2 orphans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the orphans passed away, he was just too dehydrated. his name was atreyu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe is the mommy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her 3 kittens are as followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;female - mostly black with calico colour on her rump along with the black - name is Penny. she is the runt, and had trouble being born. we think she was sideways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;female - also mostly black with grey on her rump - name is Leanne Ceres (second name came from miss Drusilla Dax's fanfic "Silver lining" first name is just what came to mind when i saw her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;male - tuxedo who looks remarkably like my cat Rontu (who is fixed so is NOT the father lol) but his chest looks like my cat Colin who was poisoned in philly when our house was broken into. - his name is Keanu 'cause that is the first thing i thought when i saw him. but if he turns out to be a clutz, his name will be colin jr. ('cause no one likes dennis, and i wanna name him after the creevy brother in Harry potter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the adopted one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;male - beige-ish grey white, may be siamese, but we cannot tell yet - name is Yuki 'cause he's like a little snowflake ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics will be posted once they are taken LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if none of this makes sense, blame the vicoden i took for my knee @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878836834481757062-2472775578687101997?l=walkfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2472775578687101997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-real-updates-but-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878836834481757062/posts/default/2472775578687101997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878836834481757062/posts/default/2472775578687101997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-real-updates-but-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Seiya.Eiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13391955021219595635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AT6w5Olp7pk/Sk45yVao5rI/AAAAAAAAAB8/h81S-I3w5jc/S220/45871+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878836834481757062.post-496327913860362371</id><published>2008-12-11T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:16:02.042-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome'/><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>Hiya, I'm Seiya.Eiri... like everywhere on the internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what i'll be posting up here yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but points if you can guess where my blog title comes from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*g*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878836834481757062-496327913860362371?l=walkfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/496327913860362371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome_11.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878836834481757062/posts/default/496327913860362371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878836834481757062/posts/default/496327913860362371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome_11.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Seiya.Eiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13391955021219595635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AT6w5Olp7pk/Sk45yVao5rI/AAAAAAAAAB8/h81S-I3w5jc/S220/45871+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
