<?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-6355113780204070819</id><updated>2012-02-14T05:44:07.440-08:00</updated><category term='quotes'/><category term='lifetime story'/><title type='text'>R A N D O M</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>192</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-3423173367453548141</id><published>2012-02-14T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T05:44:07.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyeux Saint Valentin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I would like to present a song #foreveralone TROLOLOLOL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I tried so hard my dear to show that you're my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;every dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Yet you're afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Another love before my time made your heart sad and blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;And so my heart is paying now for things I didn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;In anger unkind words are spoke that make the te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;ardrops start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Why can't I free your doubtful mind,and melt your cold cold heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;You'll never know how much it hurts to see you sit and cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;You know you need and want my love yet you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;afraid to try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Why do you run and hide from life,to try it just ain't smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;There was a time when I believed that you belonged to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;The more I learn to care for you,the more we drift apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yzHudnYh19g/TzpkvfUi1_I/AAAAAAAAAWY/WLI-xP8Dj4w/s320/tueval.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708986244669822962" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; 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Internet connection sucks tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-7920818883912832872?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7920818883912832872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=7920818883912832872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/7920818883912832872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/7920818883912832872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2012/01/sleepy-head.html' title='sleepy head'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-1920782782448825398</id><published>2012-01-03T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T05:58:25.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look-like-a-vogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oUq6ZnbZ3n8/TwMIL1i1t-I/AAAAAAAAAWM/9_pl4Ihz92U/s1600/IMG_8340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oUq6ZnbZ3n8/TwMIL1i1t-I/AAAAAAAAAWM/9_pl4Ihz92U/s320/IMG_8340.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693403353371228130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-amFAe3ycWw8/TwMILayD_VI/AAAAAAAAAWA/aEH2IgZZREg/s1600/IMG_8287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-amFAe3ycWw8/TwMILayD_VI/AAAAAAAAAWA/aEH2IgZZREg/s320/IMG_8287.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693403346187320658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mCeQynjy70Y/TwMIKvqvofI/AAAAAAAAAV0/V_w8PflIJtU/s1600/IMG_8247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mCeQynjy70Y/TwMIKvqvofI/AAAAAAAAAV0/V_w8PflIJtU/s320/IMG_8247.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693403334613901810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TxstIKLN5Fw/TwMIKScwH5I/AAAAAAAAAVo/HVen2qMgX-Q/s1600/IMG_0532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TxstIKLN5Fw/TwMIKScwH5I/AAAAAAAAAVo/HVen2qMgX-Q/s320/IMG_0532.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693403326770585490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's a wrap! Finished with those editorial photos without storyline. Thanks to my super team. All of them worked hard today. Huge thanks to both models, Jesslyn and Ivyreen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-1920782782448825398?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/1920782782448825398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=1920782782448825398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/1920782782448825398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/1920782782448825398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2012/01/look-like-vogue.html' title='Look-like-a-vogue'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oUq6ZnbZ3n8/TwMIL1i1t-I/AAAAAAAAAWM/9_pl4Ihz92U/s72-c/IMG_8340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-640377920368626576</id><published>2012-01-02T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T01:22:52.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5PztdQ5qwAQ/TwF3OcdQNFI/AAAAAAAAAVc/gq9Pz3Xhtoo/s1600/download.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5PztdQ5qwAQ/TwF3OcdQNFI/AAAAAAAAAVc/gq9Pz3Xhtoo/s320/download.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692962494013781074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Second day of 2012. Downloading MBC Gayo Daejun 2011. Couldn't wait to see the full part of it. Khuntoria is the best!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-640377920368626576?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/640377920368626576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=640377920368626576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/640377920368626576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/640377920368626576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2012/01/second-day.html' title='Second day'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5PztdQ5qwAQ/TwF3OcdQNFI/AAAAAAAAAVc/gq9Pz3Xhtoo/s72-c/download.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-106160228816174336</id><published>2011-12-30T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T21:23:15.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection and another Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KpWGNC7YxcM/Tv6ThmmwnFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/7bfvsJtrPg4/s1600/tumblr_ltstisJ3E41qdc4sw_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KpWGNC7YxcM/Tv6ThmmwnFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/7bfvsJtrPg4/s320/tumblr_ltstisJ3E41qdc4sw_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692149184550968402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all, I would like to thank God for what have happened in these 365 days. I experienced up-and-down emotion for the full year. Sometimes everything seems good but sometimes it's a vice versa. I did fell for someone through this year, I'm being honest. But seems it didn't make any good sense so I decided to say good-bye and close that page. I enjoyed my first alone-trip and a breath-taking birthday surprise that I will never forget. Overall, 2011 is an incredible year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe 2012 is going to be a better year :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-106160228816174336?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/106160228816174336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=106160228816174336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/106160228816174336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/106160228816174336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/12/reflection-and-another-resolution.html' title='Reflection and another Resolution'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KpWGNC7YxcM/Tv6ThmmwnFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/7bfvsJtrPg4/s72-c/tumblr_ltstisJ3E41qdc4sw_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-3211069436939435968</id><published>2011-12-28T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T22:42:36.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atmosphere of the end of 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DK915hhPfSU/TvwK03EDyGI/AAAAAAAAAVE/uPGqwylcGZI/s1600/NYE-styled-03_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DK915hhPfSU/TvwK03EDyGI/AAAAAAAAAVE/uPGqwylcGZI/s320/NYE-styled-03_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691435932339914850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The atmosphere of new year is getting thicker. everyone seems can't wait to celebrate this huge occasion. Trumpet sounds, decorations, fireworks, plan for parties, OMG! I can't wait to celebrate it either!!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-3211069436939435968?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3211069436939435968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=3211069436939435968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/3211069436939435968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/3211069436939435968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/12/atmosphere-of-end-of-2011.html' title='Atmosphere of the end of 2011'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DK915hhPfSU/TvwK03EDyGI/AAAAAAAAAVE/uPGqwylcGZI/s72-c/NYE-styled-03_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-3415156077772645873</id><published>2011-12-25T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T00:37:05.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1XJniRY1ddo/TvbbIUsSyZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WQT2OXNrWn4/s1600/tumblr_lwnj0k0ZfR1qh81keo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1XJniRY1ddo/TvbbIUsSyZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WQT2OXNrWn4/s320/tumblr_lwnj0k0ZfR1qh81keo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689976115269126546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-na5EK9vtJSc/TvbbICmhwDI/AAAAAAAAAUs/rij6YdAase8/s1600/tumblr_lwpu73dPJM1r28dgdo1_500_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-na5EK9vtJSc/TvbbICmhwDI/AAAAAAAAAUs/rij6YdAase8/s320/tumblr_lwpu73dPJM1r28dgdo1_500_large.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689976110413103154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EOKM5YrUgNQ/TvbbHytTtRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/LDLU9x1wXgU/s1600/christmas-christmas-presents-cute-gifts-green-Favim.com-244871_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EOKM5YrUgNQ/TvbbHytTtRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/LDLU9x1wXgU/s320/christmas-christmas-presents-cute-gifts-green-Favim.com-244871_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689976106146575634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;merry holly joyful christmas, world &amp;lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spending all day long with movies, songs and zipping the cyber. couldn't love more! yeay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-3415156077772645873?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3415156077772645873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=3415156077772645873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/3415156077772645873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/3415156077772645873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-holly-joyful-christmas-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1XJniRY1ddo/TvbbIUsSyZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WQT2OXNrWn4/s72-c/tumblr_lwnj0k0ZfR1qh81keo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-7640720701974089210</id><published>2011-12-22T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T05:11:00.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Like a Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GXdzFbTXL4E/TvMoFtX_xVI/AAAAAAAAAUU/GbA-Jf9LSnE/s1600/8308_330x370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GXdzFbTXL4E/TvMoFtX_xVI/AAAAAAAAAUU/GbA-Jf9LSnE/s320/8308_330x370.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688934832843769170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The last day of mid-term today. Went for busy weeks and hectic days. Finally could breathe well. So I spent some fun with my girls today, went to Seoul Garden and Karaoke. We yelled loudly as we let our burdens out from chest. I worked out hard after arrived home, feel guilty after ate that much :( LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;merry holly x'mas, dudes! enjoy the superb year-end holidays ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-7640720701974089210?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7640720701974089210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=7640720701974089210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/7640720701974089210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/7640720701974089210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/12/free-like-bird.html' title='Free Like a Bird'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GXdzFbTXL4E/TvMoFtX_xVI/AAAAAAAAAUU/GbA-Jf9LSnE/s72-c/8308_330x370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-201226542791110075</id><published>2011-11-13T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T05:59:05.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little white lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m3c7zBnNkr0/Tr_LLlp0weI/AAAAAAAAAUI/0M3Iqxtta0k/s1600/1111.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m3c7zBnNkr0/Tr_LLlp0weI/AAAAAAAAAUI/0M3Iqxtta0k/s320/1111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674477455456649698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I realize how big my dream is. I realize how amazing my life is. If you ask me which part of my life would I like to change then I would answer you "none of it". one last word, move on, girl. you deserve better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-201226542791110075?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/201226542791110075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=201226542791110075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/201226542791110075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/201226542791110075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-white-lie.html' title='a little white lie'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m3c7zBnNkr0/Tr_LLlp0weI/AAAAAAAAAUI/0M3Iqxtta0k/s72-c/1111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-4770742829825201531</id><published>2011-11-11T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T22:36:40.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>over the rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AGplBixcj5M/Tr4QgIoxT3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/_vRjxEgDx3A/s1600/tumblr_lui7h7APeV1qbjt25o1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AGplBixcj5M/Tr4QgIoxT3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/_vRjxEgDx3A/s320/tumblr_lui7h7APeV1qbjt25o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673990724793749362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;again, reality hit me for once. i was shocked. i was fell. i am broken! expectation is still a piece of dream. i swear to move on. i know it was my fault, i know i probably can't. im such a failure.. such one of a huge loser. i hate myself for this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before writing this, I back forwards to my past. i understand how stupid to stay in past but past is a good place to visit. i was like broken few months ago, i woke up, i did but then today, i fall in the same deep hole. hello, girl, you are a moron!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-4770742829825201531?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/4770742829825201531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=4770742829825201531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/4770742829825201531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/4770742829825201531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/11/over-rainbow.html' title='over the rainbow'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AGplBixcj5M/Tr4QgIoxT3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/_vRjxEgDx3A/s72-c/tumblr_lui7h7APeV1qbjt25o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-207576180771264250</id><published>2011-11-08T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T06:16:05.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise and Shine, baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7F_FWruM4Yw/Trk30lYMCnI/AAAAAAAAATw/7sNZEE9Ja9c/s1600/IMG-20111104-00329.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7F_FWruM4Yw/Trk30lYMCnI/AAAAAAAAATw/7sNZEE9Ja9c/s320/IMG-20111104-00329.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672626582176139890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Physically tired :( we are preparing for teacher's day event at our school. so many things need to be done. somehow, I need to borrow my classmate's notebooks to write what did teacher taught in class. Lack of sleep. Sleepover at granparents' because grandpop is currently out of town. wake earlier than usual to make sure that I'm not late to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;finger crossed for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-207576180771264250?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/207576180771264250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=207576180771264250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/207576180771264250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/207576180771264250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/11/rise-and-shine-baby.html' title='Rise and Shine, baby!'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7F_FWruM4Yw/Trk30lYMCnI/AAAAAAAAATw/7sNZEE9Ja9c/s72-c/IMG-20111104-00329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-5467233599640729390</id><published>2011-10-02T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T04:05:04.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being down-to-earth is it called as NO CLASS?</title><content type='html'>I was sent an email by ms. Erica -- she sent a lot to me today -- one of it is about the President of USA, Mr. Barrack Obama. In the email, it was given so many pictures those showing Obama is being disrespectful, putting his feet up on the table and some comments from netizens about it. Another story I heard from my grandmom is, our First Lady, Mrs. Obama, went to a wholesalers that is providing &lt;b&gt;SALE&lt;/b&gt;. Public commented as &lt;b&gt;NO CLASS&lt;/b&gt;. Well, I need some explanations about those things. I know it's impolite when you are talking with others and your feet was on the table at least in some photos, it shows that he's enjoying his spare time or watching TV -- I consider they manipulated it too -- and about the First Lady went for bargain shopping, still called as NO CLASS? Everyone would enjoy cheap things with high value. It's quite unfair when you judge those just because they show this kind of manners. I consider they are being down-to-earth, they try to live as public are. They are not showing off by buying some pieces of branded or sitting properly when they don't feel ease at all. What the point of being a leader but it's not on your way? You never make changes with it. Or.. do you prefer a high class leader that never feel what the citizens are feeling? They would probably enjoy the first class life, wouldn't they?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summing up those above, I would like to remind you with a quote that is common enough in your mind, "&lt;i&gt;Don't judge a book by its cover&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-5467233599640729390?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/5467233599640729390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=5467233599640729390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/5467233599640729390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/5467233599640729390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/10/being-down-to-earth-is-it-called-as-no.html' title='Being down-to-earth is it called as NO CLASS?'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-811402455429956212</id><published>2011-09-12T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T08:36:33.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehow I Smile :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LbWTz4ch2Vc/Tm4kyRp5wDI/AAAAAAAAATc/qlVNrv1gsKs/s1600/tumblr_lr7ipmnhJi1qmo3zio1_250_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LbWTz4ch2Vc/Tm4kyRp5wDI/AAAAAAAAATc/qlVNrv1gsKs/s320/tumblr_lr7ipmnhJi1qmo3zio1_250_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651495028547764274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time is the best heal and friends are the best place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-811402455429956212?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/811402455429956212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=811402455429956212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/811402455429956212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/811402455429956212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/09/somehow-i-smile.html' title='Somehow I Smile :)'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LbWTz4ch2Vc/Tm4kyRp5wDI/AAAAAAAAATc/qlVNrv1gsKs/s72-c/tumblr_lr7ipmnhJi1qmo3zio1_250_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-3316816565847111129</id><published>2011-09-04T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T06:24:25.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Miss Any Single Thing About Me Tonight</title><content type='html'>School starts tomorrow at 7.30. One week is seriously not enough for me. Well, I spent this week waking up early for appointments or family gathering. I even spent some time with DVDs, yah.. my favourite things to do while on holidays. Just finished two movies in week, slept at dawn because enjoying them all. I say, it worth for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well said, I'm in K-addiction. I would easily memorize all those Korean stars and words but not good in memorizing school subjects. Mom always yells at me for this uh-oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ups. need to take a bath. see ya :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-3316816565847111129?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3316816565847111129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=3316816565847111129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/3316816565847111129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/3316816565847111129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/09/dont-miss-any-single-thing-about-me.html' title='Don&apos;t Miss Any Single Thing About Me Tonight'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-415143197534706859</id><published>2011-07-31T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T06:05:27.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANNYONGHASEYO</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not posting this few weeks. After came back from Lasalle, I'm just so busy. Driven in the hectic days with those troubles. Sigh.. I just need some more time to think clearly.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, see, I think people are more dedicated to their egoism. I'm stupid enough to take everything easy when people don't. I thought I could play more with life, not taking it as risk. Still.. sounds different to others' ears. Friends are not forever holding on your friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-415143197534706859?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/415143197534706859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=415143197534706859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/415143197534706859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/415143197534706859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/07/annyonghaseyo.html' title='ANNYONGHASEYO'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-7955757687202565420</id><published>2011-06-30T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T21:29:01.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU AFRAID OF IT</title><content type='html'>I answered a daily question from www.formspring.me about what the scariest thing in the whole life. Then I decided to have a short answer and make this as my post's topic. Enjoy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the scariest thing in my life hasn't happened yet but I hope it's not going to happen next. Simply, it is when I know that I have no tomorrow. Everyone will suddenly leave this earth one day. I know it as it will happen to me too one day but yes, here's I write "I know that I have no tomorrow" means I know that I couldn't leave for more than a day. Couldn't see the sun shines, couldn't watch our beloveds. Just so scared about it.. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, few hours more for the departure. and.. I HAVEN'T FINISHED PACKING UP THINGS! BYE XXX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-7955757687202565420?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7955757687202565420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=7955757687202565420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/7955757687202565420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/7955757687202565420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-afraid-of-it.html' title='YOU AFRAID OF IT'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-6276663611831539922</id><published>2011-06-27T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T06:18:41.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAMER</title><content type='html'>a quote that picked from one of my favourite songs that fits me now. i never understand you while you always ask for an understanding. Do you think it is fair enough?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;"I was a dreamer before you left and let me down"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-6276663611831539922?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6276663611831539922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=6276663611831539922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/6276663611831539922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/6276663611831539922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/06/dreamer.html' title='DREAMER'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-6910943163020583370</id><published>2011-06-25T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T08:26:04.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You gotta it! ;)</title><content type='html'>So, today was the last workshop of SEALNet and probably tomorrow will be the Carnival day. Wish to join it as much but too bad have something important to do as I'm going to leave town this Friday for a workshop in Singapore. SEALNet brings so much fun to me these days and I'm going to miss all those moments for sure. How we played games, laughs and cried when we went to the orphanage. We had a ninja chop's game today as ice-breaker and we also discussed plus we need to presentation in front of others about what-we-are-going-to-do-for-next-sealnet-project. So, been such a lovely day today, I learn so much from SEALNet. I was so shy to talk in front firstly and now I'm going to be used to it! Really going to miss this....... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-6910943163020583370?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6910943163020583370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=6910943163020583370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/6910943163020583370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/6910943163020583370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-gotta-it.html' title='You gotta it! ;)'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-2203746293520073872</id><published>2011-06-23T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T21:17:12.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LUCKIER</title><content type='html'>I went to an orphanage with others SEALNet members. we're all blending up with those orphans and we had some fun. We learnt so much yesterday. We are very lucky that we still have air-con when we're sleeping while they don't even have a fan.It's very hot there, no lights and come up with so many mosquitoes when it's about 5 o'clock. I was in the eldest group and help mentors to motivated them. We asked them to draw a life graphic from when they born till now. They all have a very touching story and all the girls cried, our President too. Not all of them have no families, they still have but their parents left them, asked them to study in medan but has no news at all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the kid, Vallen or Jepa, I forget which is his name, told me that I look like her sister,"&lt;i&gt;kakak mirip sama kakak aku..&lt;/i&gt;" I wish to ask him where's his sister but I canceled. He even hugged me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played so many games and I lost once. I got a punishment that I need to dance and sing. They seems like very happy too cause they asked when will we come and visit them again, "&lt;i&gt;kakak kakak sama abang abang kapan datang lagi setelah minggu?&lt;/i&gt;" oh.. I cherish my life even more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm wishing someone on his birthday too early but he's leaving town for vacation. He didn't picked up my phone at the first as I was like to sing in Korean but after he picked up the phone, the connection went bad. Fed up at first and I sent some texts *it was so long* wishing him a very-birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 17px; "&gt;Thinking of you with love on your birthday and wishing you everything that brings you happiness today and always."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-2203746293520073872?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2203746293520073872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=2203746293520073872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/2203746293520073872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/2203746293520073872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/06/luckier.html' title='LUCKIER'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-109383062908469501</id><published>2011-06-18T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T09:24:23.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LEADER MUST BE AN OPEN-MINDED</title><content type='html'>i went to SEALNet's workshop today. Frankly, it's hard for me to wake up and move on from bed as I'm having holidays and always wake up late. I kept sneezing the alarm untill it was 7 something. The workshop was a real FUN! I was so shy but I'm so excited about this program. We had games, discussion, and many more. I learnt so many things about life and I cherish my life more. After the workshop, I went for a competition. I'm not the winner but I'm proud to have some amazing shoots. So, I'm so damn tired now. Need to take a rest for my eyes cause tomorrow is going to be more awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-109383062908469501?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/109383062908469501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=109383062908469501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/109383062908469501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/109383062908469501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/06/leader-must-be-open-minded.html' title='LEADER MUST BE AN OPEN-MINDED'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-2746659980723388680</id><published>2011-06-14T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T23:34:37.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SLOW-SPEED</title><content type='html'>back to daily-life of holidays. I'm so screwed this morning. Found anything that made me on the nerves. Telling you, sorry that I can't upload any pictures of my a-week-vacation cause I left my memory card with aunt in Singapore. Being so busy after I stepped on my foot on this piece of land as I'm going to abroad in early July for a workshop. Seriously, sometimes I wish to walk by myself upon things, holding your hand is not as warm as you did before. Even how your fingers playing on those pieces are not a special whisper for me anymore. I am dumb when I start to feel curious about someone out there while they never. I know very well that curiosity kills the cat, cause it kills me too. I'm so-not-okay with this condition and situation, everything drives me insane. If I start to tell you "I-don-care" please understand and reply,"You're lying" and hug me tight. I don't want to erase everything on mind if you don't but things.. too late. Some of them telling me not to think about it again and again, I learn how to be brave. Well, i don't know how to stop my eyes from tears, i can't talk any longer, can't decide what I'm thinking cause i'm so blur. I'm so blur.. Frustrated. Goodbye, xxx. &lt;i&gt;"if i don't talk with you today, understand why. You didn't talked to me yesterday"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-2746659980723388680?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2746659980723388680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=2746659980723388680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/2746659980723388680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/2746659980723388680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/06/slow-speed.html' title='SLOW-SPEED'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-2191837688681215023</id><published>2011-06-03T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T21:02:06.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOMORROW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Been the last day since I'm going to have my vacation tomorrow. visit me after I'm back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;xxx&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UU6gGQ8tJDM/TemuLjFVrDI/AAAAAAAAATU/WoGk5aMdTGM/s320/Picture%2B008.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614209923913460786" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I know what did she did, she loves you with all her heart, do you realize, dear?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-2191837688681215023?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2191837688681215023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=2191837688681215023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/2191837688681215023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/2191837688681215023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/06/tomorrow.html' title='TOMORROW'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UU6gGQ8tJDM/TemuLjFVrDI/AAAAAAAAATU/WoGk5aMdTGM/s72-c/Picture%2B008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-2027868853805841260</id><published>2011-06-03T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T07:27:56.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story To Tell</title><content type='html'>I have myself dreaming of a fabulous life. Working as you wish to be, A rich young lady, have an awesome life as everyone is glance at you like I-wish-to-be-like-her, a good-looking prince by your side, live in the city of fashion, driving a red porsche on the lane, a trend-setter and you are invited to be a first-row runway guest. Something to be worried is you have paparazzi on you, closing your face when you catch them up, running like you don't want they have you in the first page of gossip magazine but you are proud when you are interviewed for being a cover girl, spokeperson or you win an award. Life was amazing when people know who you are but worst when you couldn't be yourself in publics. Self mumbling.. This is what I wish to be, someone in passion, fashion. Interested in this way, drafting some portfolios. When I woken up today, I whispered to myself,"&lt;i&gt;if only a designer wants me to be her/his photographers.&lt;/i&gt;." This is my biggest wish. #junewish. As people tweet on twitter these days, they write what they wish to have in June. Some of those wishes are not achieved by the end of June but surely the wishes won't disappear, same as me, I have some wishes that I wrote on twitter but I have a wish that no one knows.. except me. As the end of June I wish to have some strikes on my note telling me that some of them are achieved.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"if there's nobody on your side, don't blame us. We ever welcome you by open the door widely, but you never want to get in"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-anon-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-2027868853805841260?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2027868853805841260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=2027868853805841260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/2027868853805841260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/2027868853805841260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/06/story-to-tell.html' title='Story To Tell'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-6517594011146106218</id><published>2011-06-02T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T21:38:48.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GOLDEN EDGY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;beauty shoot by me. featuring two photographers and two local talents &amp;lt;3 voila!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkL_LZ31Zh0/Tehki5-xZnI/AAAAAAAAASw/Fny3P-bDioM/s320/COVER.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613847486359758450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I9Xnct1-ZTE/TehkjjApG6I/AAAAAAAAATA/p0grrwVF6KA/s320/Picture%2B033.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613847497373457314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Emon Santoso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eINvGXHGbJo/TehkjBd-02I/AAAAAAAAAS4/lr3h_aZiVMc/s320/Picture%2B024.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613847488369709922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Steveny Chandra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VSYb2k6xnCo/Tehkj1WQtvI/AAAAAAAAATI/rL5JQUNf4yU/s320/Picture%2B034.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613847502295971570" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Creative Director  Carven Yang . Lighting  Danny Aw . Make-up  Wirandy Widjaya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-6517594011146106218?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6517594011146106218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=6517594011146106218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/6517594011146106218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/6517594011146106218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/06/golden-edgy.html' title='THE GOLDEN EDGY'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkL_LZ31Zh0/Tehki5-xZnI/AAAAAAAAASw/Fny3P-bDioM/s72-c/COVER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-4208312799395627422</id><published>2011-06-01T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T08:12:22.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's OVER!</title><content type='html'>dum dum dum~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the holidays finally come within the start of June. Feel so brand-new when I went out from the class and realized the final was over. Went to grab a lunch at one of Japanese restaurants in town with my girls celebrating our hard work this week. We did it as well, some chats, gossips, laughters colorized that moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weekend comes in few days which  means I'm going to leave my hometown for a week. Enjoy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"somehow we did, remember how everything was so great? I wish to turn the time on, dear.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-4208312799395627422?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/4208312799395627422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=4208312799395627422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/4208312799395627422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/4208312799395627422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s OVER!'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-8002896577346585157</id><published>2011-05-21T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T07:04:38.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HANDS UP!</title><content type='html'>Monday is the very last day of Senior High grade one. So, here is it, some of us are going to social study and left are going to science study that means we are going to be separated. Even my girls are going to have the same major with me but one of us is going to attend social study. Sure, We still can meet at school but not for the whole day how we gossip together, take our lunch or even windows shoppings before tuition because we are not going to have the same schedule anymore. I miss how we sleep in the same room during the exam, we share about the handsome guys, we talk about the movies which are on air, we sing our favourite songs together and one sweet thing, we seldom argue. We did have cold-war but not more than an hour. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey my angel! Study hard! Fighting! Even we are not in the same class, our friendship lasts forever :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-8002896577346585157?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8002896577346585157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=8002896577346585157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/8002896577346585157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/8002896577346585157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/05/hands-up.html' title='HANDS UP!'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-184849636512759166</id><published>2011-05-21T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T06:43:36.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCK YOU IPOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Pick 10 artists that you love before reading the questions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno Mars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Lady Gaga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Katy Pery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Big Bang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;SNSD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Westlife&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Fahrenheit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Show Luo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;JJ Lin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;What was the first song you ever heard by 6?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;What is your favorite song of 8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love You More and More&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;What kind of impact has 1 left on your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;huge!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;What are your favorite lyrics of 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*I don't understand Korean*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you seen 4 live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;What is your favorite song by 7?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Fool Again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Is there any song by 3 that makes you sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;none!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;What is your favorite song by 9?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;High-Profile Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;When did you first get into 2?&lt;br /&gt;since her first debut&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;How did you get into 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;From her song titled I kissed a girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;What is your favorite song by 4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;White Horse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;How many times have you seen 9 live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;What is a good memory concerning 10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;:')&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Is there a song by 8 that makes you sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Can Not Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;What is your favorite song of 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Marry You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-184849636512759166?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/184849636512759166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=184849636512759166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/184849636512759166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/184849636512759166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/05/rock-you-ipod.html' title='ROCK YOU IPOD'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-5211541478961249364</id><published>2011-05-20T04:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T04:56:38.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY WORKING STYLE</title><content type='html'>Got this from a quiz while I'm blog-walking :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;You are enthusiastic innovators, always seeing new possibilities and new ways of doing things. You have a lot of imagination and initiative for starting projects, and a lot of impulsive energy for carrying them out. You are stimulated by difficulties and are most ingenious in solving them. You can get so interested in your newest project that you have time for little else. Your energy comes from a succession of new enthusiasms and your world is full of possible projects. Your enthusiasm gets other people interested too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;You see so many possible projects that you sometimes have difficulty picking those with the greatest potential. Your feeling can be useful at this point to help select projects by weighing the value of each. Your feeling judgment can also add depth to the insights supplied by your intuition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Your feeling preference shows in a concern for people. You are skillful in handling people and often have remarkable insight into the possibilities and development of others. You are extremely perceptive about the attitudes of others, aiming to understand rather than judge people. You are much drawn to counseling and can be inspired and inspiring teacher, particularly where you have freedom to innovate. With talent, you can succeed in almost any field that captures your interest-- art, journalism, science, advertising, sales, the ministry, or writing, for example.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;A difficulty for you is that you hate uninspired routine and find it remarkably hard to apply yourself to sometimes necessary detail unconnected with any major interest. Worse yet, you may get bored with your own projects as soon as the major problems have been solved or the initial challenge has been met. You may need to learn to follow through and finish what you have begun, but are happiest and most effective in jobs that permit one project after another, with somebody else taking over as soon as the situation is well in hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Because you are always being drawn to the exciting challenges of new possibilities, it is essential that you develop your judgment. If your judgment is undeveloped, you may commit yourself to ill-chosen projects, fail to finish anything, and squander your inspirations by not completing your tasks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Suitable Careers (some that I like too):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;actor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;advertising director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;entertainer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;interior decorator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;media specialist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-5211541478961249364?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/5211541478961249364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=5211541478961249364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/5211541478961249364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/5211541478961249364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-working-style.html' title='MY WORKING STYLE'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-4412728095756905567</id><published>2011-05-19T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T05:07:00.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMEONE OVER YOU</title><content type='html'>She fell into him&lt;div&gt;He didn't realized&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chemistry kept blowing through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The summer breeze whispers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I fall into the only prince"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She told him and dancing through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time passes and moments happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing lasts but the heart meant to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He forgot what he said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She keep waiting for nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She cried by that day, realized the reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She went through empty days without him beside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She miss everything about him but he never did the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She presented her very smiles but he glanced just awhile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She walked slowly by but he kept running away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She played his favorite but he thought she's copycat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then summer breeze whisper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"no more Summer over Winter, left the icebergs or you'll suffer cold"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"no more roses on the thin ice, they are sleeping during Winter"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"no more love birds on your window in the morning, they are afraid of cold"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"but when there's no more you, world never change much, darling"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She never regret of flying high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She could fly with the birds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She never regret of falling down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She realized what is pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the note she wrote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;If Tomorrow never comes then I wish to tell you by, I never regret on everything happened. If Lucifer changed into devil, it's my time to follow her. xoxo&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-4412728095756905567?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/4412728095756905567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=4412728095756905567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/4412728095756905567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/4412728095756905567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/05/someone-over-you.html' title='SOMEONE OVER YOU'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-5815439221585392529</id><published>2011-05-18T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T04:24:55.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE DID</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jMt3qov9DPI/TdOsNukDKLI/AAAAAAAAASo/SQdthYn5GLA/s1600/Picture%2B091.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jMt3qov9DPI/TdOsNukDKLI/AAAAAAAAASo/SQdthYn5GLA/s320/Picture%2B091.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608015312843909298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You tell me your sweetest promise but then none of them accomplished, I understand why"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-5815439221585392529?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/5815439221585392529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=5815439221585392529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/5815439221585392529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/5815439221585392529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-did.html' title='WE DID'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jMt3qov9DPI/TdOsNukDKLI/AAAAAAAAASo/SQdthYn5GLA/s72-c/Picture%2B091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-2514255449907077631</id><published>2011-05-16T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T06:55:33.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GIFTED</title><content type='html'>Life is playing some jokes around. I feel so good these days. Well, out of those jerks of course. Lately, the smiles that I present are not longer yours, not either others. They are unreason because no one ever give me a reason to stay. I realized how dumb did I yesterday, wanting everything that couldn't be mine. I supposed to be like others yesterday but not for today, I'm standing alone, very tough but then I smiled. I feel gifted. Lord has His own way for letting me up, even sometimes I fall so hard, He builds paths through my life. Cause everything is so amazing to me :') Sometimes falling down doesn't mean you couldn't wake up. You need to stand, shout,"&lt;b&gt;YOU WILL GET A PUNCH RIGHT ON YOUR FACE!&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-2514255449907077631?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2514255449907077631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=2514255449907077631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/2514255449907077631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/2514255449907077631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/05/gifted.html' title='GIFTED'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-8081857204450930019</id><published>2011-05-11T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T03:48:21.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CLOSER</title><content type='html'>so, here was it. weeks before the final exam. Being so-not-ready. Haven't studied yet and has not enough time to start it. Every time I stare at the clock willingly they stop there by awhile, I need time to rest, close my eyes, take a deep breathe and enjoy fresh breeze but look at my town, it is so hot these days, 35 Celsius degree or even more. It feels like you are in the huge oven!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually wish to take rest earlier but has to go for a meeting with some professionals. finger crossed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-8081857204450930019?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8081857204450930019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=8081857204450930019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/8081857204450930019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/8081857204450930019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/05/closer.html' title='CLOSER'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-8714274779136348732</id><published>2011-05-06T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T02:03:17.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT DOING WELL</title><content type='html'>skip my school again. Actually have my sketching class at 3 but I have fever. I can't close my eyes and have some sleep, I don't know why. Feel so tired, my head is very heavy. Need some more time to rest. XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-8714274779136348732?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8714274779136348732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=8714274779136348732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/8714274779136348732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/8714274779136348732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-doing-well.html' title='NOT DOING WELL'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-607102666683366849</id><published>2011-05-05T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T05:43:13.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S WRITTEN ON YOUR FACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K7h-Ki90Ma8/TcKXxwfIksI/AAAAAAAAASg/UOBKAqTR06M/s1600/dream.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K7h-Ki90Ma8/TcKXxwfIksI/AAAAAAAAASg/UOBKAqTR06M/s320/dream.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603207767487189698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K7h-Ki90Ma8/TcKXxwfIksI/AAAAAAAAASg/UOBKAqTR06M/s1600/dream.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;May is here. Means that Holidays are just few days left and so does exam. Frankly, I'm not sure that I'm going to prove like what I did last semester or I'm going to disappoint them. Not too much, but I feel not there when books are there. What I wish for living is Art. I feel okay when you ask me to sketch this and that, draw this and that, do some digital arts, run for deadlines, search for models and even I don't have much time to sleep. In May, I added some tuitions on my schedule together with I re-arranged it. Something just hit my head seriously, Am I going to prove them the same thing or I will just disappoint them? I wish that I won't..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just done with watching, sketching homework and blog-walking. I feel not good lately, need rest and sleep. Having a bad headache. Enjoy your day, going to end :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;regards, mauren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-607102666683366849?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/607102666683366849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=607102666683366849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/607102666683366849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/607102666683366849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-written-on-your-face.html' title='IT&apos;S WRITTEN ON YOUR FACE'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K7h-Ki90Ma8/TcKXxwfIksI/AAAAAAAAASg/UOBKAqTR06M/s72-c/dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-854498373006940541</id><published>2011-04-19T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T04:11:25.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROMISE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9FGHW_VNrxE/Ta1tRIpILZI/AAAAAAAAASY/gktHMcx1e0g/s1600/promise.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9FGHW_VNrxE/Ta1tRIpILZI/AAAAAAAAASY/gktHMcx1e0g/s320/promise.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597250053036584338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I promise I will. One day I'll show you what I said. I will never let you down.&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-854498373006940541?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/854498373006940541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=854498373006940541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/854498373006940541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/854498373006940541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/04/promise.html' title='PROMISE'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9FGHW_VNrxE/Ta1tRIpILZI/AAAAAAAAASY/gktHMcx1e0g/s72-c/promise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-8243279977158395424</id><published>2011-04-18T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T06:04:07.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PATH WAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CCMLrbANv-g/Taw1CIBEeKI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Xfk9kDWzVh0/s1600/121.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CCMLrbANv-g/Taw1CIBEeKI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Xfk9kDWzVh0/s320/121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596906747542665378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just don't understand what are they thinking. Is ruining people's life is a best way for enjoy living? If yes, TELL ME WHY. I waste my tears for those irritating people. I waste my time to explain why, why and why.. I lock myself for wondering nothing. I don't know what am I these days, the old me has flying far from here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Again, I wish to attend my favourite school. Today I debated with pop, all the main reason is someone I hate much. I wish to shout at that time but I cancelled. I just could stand, cry and I feel upset with what I did. Time's ticking, I wish to fly quickly in January. Frankly, I pray to leave my hometown soon. Just for my escape..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-8243279977158395424?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8243279977158395424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=8243279977158395424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/8243279977158395424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/8243279977158395424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/04/path-way.html' title='PATH WAY'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CCMLrbANv-g/Taw1CIBEeKI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Xfk9kDWzVh0/s72-c/121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-3962823255718362430</id><published>2011-04-09T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T05:29:43.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TELL ME FRANKLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj8ah9ilh61qeuro7o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj8ah9ilh61qeuro7o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj8ah9ilh61qeuro7o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When troubles seem to be your friend, why don't you try to be friend with them? Sometimes, what you saw is manipulating your mind. Been in mellow these days, trying to understand some of them. I wonder why must Lord created murderers, liars, and devils in this world? Am I one of them? Maybe yes. Frankly, I wish to leave this world so soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-3962823255718362430?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3962823255718362430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=3962823255718362430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/3962823255718362430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/3962823255718362430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/04/tell-me-frankly.html' title='TELL ME FRANKLY'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-7391775286723609047</id><published>2011-04-05T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T03:02:31.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GUILTY</title><content type='html'>Not a good day to be spent. Still with swollen eyes, not in a mood me, a very sensitive me. I wonder what did murderer do after they killed a person? Just like them, I've been killed for a long time. I could still stand up and present smiles to everyone around but not a happiness for my own. Did they realised I'm sticking the broken pieces on my own when actually I need to feel the warmth of world? Do they ever tried to move on their fingers between the thick glue which stuck on hands? Do they ever felt the cold in the winter without a thick blanket, while we were struggling between dark and cold? When I granted achievements, that lady being so proud and told them about it. Have they greeted me, told me that I'm so great even that actually I'm so weak? At least they smile, it's okay. THE ANSWER IS, THEY NEVER. One day, I will be back, laughing at them. Teasing them. Kill them back. Lord is just postpone to present me the gift. just postponed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-7391775286723609047?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7391775286723609047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=7391775286723609047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/7391775286723609047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/7391775286723609047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/04/guilty.html' title='GUILTY'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-7130931997872483457</id><published>2011-04-05T00:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T00:02:06.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>anything and I will answer you with my personal integrity :) &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/tanakamauren" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/tanakamauren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-7130931997872483457?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7130931997872483457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=7130931997872483457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/7130931997872483457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/7130931997872483457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/04/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-124519397863236358</id><published>2011-04-02T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T07:06:50.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just finished a seminar by Tramizy Harva, a photography seminar. This time they didn't discussed about Fashion nor Beauty photography as I always attend usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today, I'm going to tell more about photography, which lately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; become one of my passions. Anw, I just explained it to my family, about Kevin Carter blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know who's Kevin Carter? Well, for some that don't know, he was a photojournalist in era 90's. He died on 27th July 1994, 3 months after he took a picture in Sudan about an emaciated Sudanese that stopped while struggling to a feeding centre, then a vulture stopped not far away from her. he had been waiting for 20 minutes before he captured the moment, then he went away. no one knew what happened after that, even himself. The picture was sold to New York times and hundred of people were calling to the office by that night. Not a long time, Nancy Buirski called him and told him that he awarded Pulitzer Prize for Feature Photography.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On 27th July 1994, Carter drove to Braamfontein Spruit River, a place he used to play when he was a kid. He suicided. He left a note, written,"I&lt;i&gt; am depressed.. Without phone.. Money for rent.. Money for child support.. Money for debts.. money!! I am haunted by the vi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;vid memories of killings and corpses and anger and pain.. of starving or wounde&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;d children, of trigger-happy mad men, often police, of killer executioners, I have gone to join &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ken if I am that lucky..&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, few years ago, the girl that was in the picture appeared in feeding centre in Sudan. She grows normally just like others but Carter was died because of suicide. The question is, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHO IS THE MURDERER? CARTER WHO SAW THE SUFFERING GIRL AND HAD A SHOOT ON THE MOMENT OR THE GIRL WHO WAS IN THE PICTURE THAT MADE CARTER SUICIDED OR THE READERS WHO CRITICS THE PHOTO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the picture that Carter captured and granted an award..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://bahansekolahminggu.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/kevincarter.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 506px; height: 316px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KEVIN CARTER WHEN HE WAS ALIVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://bahansekolahminggu.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/000-sudan-famine-kevin-carter.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 422px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE PICTURE ABOUT A SUFFERING SUDANESE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;regards, mauren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;PS: everything changes my life when you were leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-124519397863236358?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/124519397863236358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=124519397863236358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/124519397863236358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/124519397863236358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/04/heart.html' title='HEART'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-8236541936976962169</id><published>2011-04-01T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T07:25:25.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April the Fool</title><content type='html'>What is your first impression of the early April? Well, it was an awful day for me. Sitting in front of the lappy and can't hold those tears to roll over my cheeks. When trust and love were built in years, they ruins instantly not in a day. When they are just a mask to put on. I wonder why "BROKEN", this word does exist in world. I'm thinking how to move on from my situation, a place where do people never wanted to be in it. I was being fed up by some people today but nothing compare to this. I thought they were just a part of mistaken, people that never stay long in my life. Who do i care much compare to what's happening? April does really FOOL. fml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;" &gt;PS: You leaved some scars right on my trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-8236541936976962169?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8236541936976962169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=8236541936976962169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/8236541936976962169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/8236541936976962169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-fool.html' title='April the Fool'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-6282937577655498979</id><published>2011-03-29T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T05:07:32.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#MARCHWISHES FULFILLED</title><content type='html'>I'm so up. Thank you for my parents and grandparents who really support me in my way to reach my ambition. Recently, my wishes for this month are all fulfilled. Showing them with what I grant later on is the best way. I love you, people. Not talking too much. Busy with my own toys :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-6282937577655498979?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6282937577655498979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=6282937577655498979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/6282937577655498979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/6282937577655498979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/03/marchwishes-fulfilled.html' title='#MARCHWISHES FULFILLED'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-3832402018309627300</id><published>2011-03-26T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T06:34:01.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Mumbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;TEN things about yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Haven't reached sixteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;a PINK lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;Being an art-worker is one of my ambition lately&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;write almost every part of life where ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;Find me if you need a friend to travel with&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;irritated with them who know nothing and scream something without thinking back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;forgive but not forget&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;admit it. I'm a stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;waiting for a prince charming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;world is just too beautiful for I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;NINE of your favourite songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bruno Mars - Marry You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yiruma - Love Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Richard Clayderman - Ballade Pour Adeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Katty Perry - Teenage Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yee Sung - It has been you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;Tae Yang - Wedding Dress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Radio Head - 15 Steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Big Bang - Lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Train - Marry Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;EIGHT things you love/like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;unlimited money for me to spend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Travelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Coffees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tiramisu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;unlimited internet connection&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;perfumes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;SEVEN people you’re glad to have in your life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;grandparents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;enemies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;relatives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;SIX things you dislike:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;people talking me behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;people spreading untruth things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;insects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;when they treat me like a baby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;betrayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;trapped in the jam while I have something important to be rushed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;FIVE things you wish you could say to FIVE different people right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;Having you beside is the best way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;do you need a mirror? at least you check on yourself before talk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;you've changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I adore you much. How I wish to be like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J'adore &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;FOUR ways to win your heart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;friendly not a snob one&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;sweet things make me fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;always be there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;charming smile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;THREE things you’ll most likely never forget:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;beautiful moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;times when you were down and broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;how you are just a step to grant your wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;TWO things you do everyday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ONE confession:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm a cry baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-3832402018309627300?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3832402018309627300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=3832402018309627300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/3832402018309627300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/3832402018309627300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/03/saturday-mumbles.html' title='Saturday Mumbles'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-2273920216968594607</id><published>2011-03-24T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T05:30:04.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A WISH TO WISH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hbKVJRXRt9g/TYs5QvPZ6KI/AAAAAAAAASI/1ZsS9B1_yFw/s1600/tumblr_ligshysaXN1qeuro7o1_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hbKVJRXRt9g/TYs5QvPZ6KI/AAAAAAAAASI/1ZsS9B1_yFw/s320/tumblr_ligshysaXN1qeuro7o1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587622722405001378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zFC8xg1c1Kc/TYs2x485IOI/AAAAAAAAASA/8JDiNh3Eo2g/s1600/tumblr_ligshysaXN1qeuro7o1_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish a wish that you wish :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-MAUREN PHOTOGRAPHY-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-2273920216968594607?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2273920216968594607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=2273920216968594607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/2273920216968594607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/2273920216968594607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/03/wish-to-wish_24.html' title='A WISH TO WISH'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hbKVJRXRt9g/TYs5QvPZ6KI/AAAAAAAAASI/1ZsS9B1_yFw/s72-c/tumblr_ligshysaXN1qeuro7o1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-6546271135004032409</id><published>2011-03-15T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T04:37:07.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock Out</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the very last day of this semester first monthly examination. A week of tough yet fatigue, trying to prove the best. Stay awake in midnight just for reviewing all those materials and sleep not more than hours. Fu~ I'm knocked out as tomorrow is going to be the end. Have a plan to go for swimming, but I don't get the permit from parents. Forbid to play in the water blah blah.&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I feel like a toodler that need so much protections from people around. The fact is I'm a grown up, a teenage who's going to be sixteen this year November third. Again, as I said, they care too much. I know it's because they love me but sometimes it's irritated me. Mom, Pop, think positively, please. Maybe you need to let me enjoy my own world, not keep protecting me as I'm a little girl. I know how to do everything well, make difference between bad and good as you taught me when I was kid. One thing, I wish to prove what I've been struggling in. I've promised what to be and now it's my time to show it, right? So, let me have my own world just to prove it up. Once.. It's okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do realise people changes. Too extreme for everything. I keep telling myself,"&lt;i&gt;Do what you need today. Let tomorrow decides next&lt;/i&gt;". I'm steady for the changes, I'm ready for falling down or even flying high. I just too scared of facts by yesterday. Sometimes, world is just too unfair for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah~ time's speaking. 06.32 PM. decided to end this post, close the PC and start study for tomorrow's :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;cherish who are beside you. I have everyone here. Included you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards, mauren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-6546271135004032409?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6546271135004032409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=6546271135004032409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/6546271135004032409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/6546271135004032409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/03/knock-out.html' title='Knock Out'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-6716414303713462231</id><published>2011-02-19T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T06:28:04.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Deserve BETTER</title><content type='html'>a hectic busy week and now I'm focusing on my dream, being an art-worker. I had a Photography Seminar at school just now and do really into it. Had my conceptual photoshot themed "I LOVE INDONESIA" for one of my school competition. GUESS WHAT! We grant the second place and pass to final :D So, we are hunting for some decorations smell so Indonesia, beloved hometown.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord, give us strength to fight. We promise to make them proud, Millefeuille..&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1xmzHZtQJI/TV_SoSBqpJI/AAAAAAAAARw/JzDuZZvrBEY/s200/Picture%2B072.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575406453183390866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one of my favourite picture I captured&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oU8VZ53faRA/TV_SohXpaNI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ICdlsK1xMHY/s200/Picture%2B043.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575406457302116562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my photographs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;people asked,"What do the first thing you think about when you wake up?". With my courage, I answer,"Someone is on my phone when I open up my eyes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;regards, mauren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS: sorry for today. I don't mean it :(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-6716414303713462231?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6716414303713462231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=6716414303713462231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/6716414303713462231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/6716414303713462231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-deserve-better.html' title='You Deserve BETTER'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1xmzHZtQJI/TV_SoSBqpJI/AAAAAAAAARw/JzDuZZvrBEY/s72-c/Picture%2B072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-8379335383778271982</id><published>2011-02-15T04:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T05:12:37.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like There's No Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Tiring days. I have my holiday today but I feel like this is not holiday, I still need to wake up early in the morning. Hit IT&amp;amp;B for Indonesian Debate Competition, sorry, but we lose it :( Just 10 points difference but it remained much.&lt;div&gt;How about yesterday? Photography contest and too BAD, the size wasn't like they want, that means we will lose for this competition again. Now I need is just LUCKS, bunch of them. I'm lack of sleep nowadays, I sleep at midnight and need to wake up early in the morning everyday no exception for weekend. Where's my weekend that I used to yell when it's coming? I feel hectic for my life. Escape? May I? I wish to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valentine was just a day passed, nothing special on it except how I shared some handmade chocolates to them, special people in my life. I spent it with my daily activities, so there was nothing special happened.. no Valentine, darling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regards, mauren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-8379335383778271982?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8379335383778271982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=8379335383778271982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/8379335383778271982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/8379335383778271982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/02/like-theres-no-tomorrow.html' title='Like There&apos;s No Tomorrow'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-8937052859650948309</id><published>2011-02-11T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T04:44:28.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WISH TO...</title><content type='html'>God created a wrong man like you do, dude. So, this man, I just knew him not long time ago. I met him as friend and I don't even know his real face. So we chatted, we joked but still as a friend. Then, few days ago, he told me what he shouldn't and I didn't accepted it as well I have another man in heart. So, I told him the reason and he still that stubborn and told me his reasons. I just told him to wait, don't know for how long but as much I won't accept it as well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days pass and I got it that he has a girl, it has been five months. Jerk! those things were just few days ago and suddenly I felt like a doll, a robot. Anyway, Thanks God that I didn't accept those rubbish but still I'm pissed off with those things. BOY, DRIVE YOU TO ANOTHER PLANET! YOU ARE UNACCEPTABLE IN EARTH, CAUSE YOU WERE BORN WITHOUT BRAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw, after threw him up with some sarcasms, guess what did he replied,"I was playing with you by that time" ohman! are you feeling special? F you up! I'm not your toy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regrrds, mauren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: sorry for the rude word, I do pissed off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-8937052859650948309?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8937052859650948309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=8937052859650948309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/8937052859650948309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/8937052859650948309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-wish-to.html' title='I WISH TO...'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-5524583263388927889</id><published>2011-01-08T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T05:33:13.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is What I Am</title><content type='html'>I was shocked when I accepted the call. It was unbelieveable. After what I'd done, after what I'd spent and times I'd wasted, it might not be the best but at least this is my hard works.Someone has not been in Medan right now but will come back tomorrow. Well, kinda miss the texts, the laughs, the emotions and my goodnights and goodmornings. I realized time flies and things are changing, CNY is coming and I can't wait for yelling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-5524583263388927889?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/5524583263388927889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=5524583263388927889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/5524583263388927889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/5524583263388927889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-what-i-am.html' title='This Is What I Am'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-6645818733276614410</id><published>2010-12-31T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T22:56:25.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME 2011, GOODBYE 2010</title><content type='html'>A new year starts with a great beginning. Well, my beginning is really a great start. Your call even just for a short time, just a simple greeting but it lasts in my mind. You could say I'm insane but I really do. I slept at 3 woke up at 10, the latest time I woken up since my holidays. Never been this late, my mom forbids us to wake up late is the reason. Just because we slept over at Grans' and we did what we loved to. NYAHAHA&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy your very first day of 2011. May this year brings you happiness, longevity and prosperity. May this year be a better year for all of us. May all your dreams come true. AMEN :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regards, mauren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;PS: Let me starts my day with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-6645818733276614410?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6645818733276614410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=6645818733276614410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/6645818733276614410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/6645818733276614410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/12/welcome-2011-goodbye-2010.html' title='WELCOME 2011, GOODBYE 2010'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-7523736142816015188</id><published>2010-12-31T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T02:50:09.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>I'M DOOMED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-7523736142816015188?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7523736142816015188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=7523736142816015188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/7523736142816015188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/7523736142816015188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/12/worst-new-years-eve.html' title='The Worst New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-7204180119669623200</id><published>2010-12-25T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T08:41:30.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>红线</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Just ended my movie -- counted as my fave movie this year --  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span id="eow-title" class="long-title" dir="ltr" title="愛∞無限 主題曲 我們都怕痛 + 真正完整歌詞全收錄" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; letter-spacing: -0.5px; "&gt;愛∞無限&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt; Endless Love. I would like to recommend this drama to everyone. Well, I'm just in love with the plot, very into it and I cry almost all the show. I finish the movie in two days and my eyes are swollen right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;Well, my mom and pop could just keep shaking their heads &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;while they watched me cry like there would be no tomorrow. Such a silly thing but really this movie is hypnotizing me. The plot, the characters, the words.. GREAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; " &gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpOV_568XrM/THPiqjpmi6I/AAAAAAAAuqw/0AhiHRHegXw/s1600/awx02560.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 242px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 25px; " &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;The story is about a couple who was tied by a red string. Well, legend ever said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;When a couple was tied by a red string, even how far they could be, even they were enemy, at last they will be a couple&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Song Rui En had always believed that she would marry Li Min Shou one day, once he stopped seeing her as a little sister. but that belief changed after she met Liang Jing Hao, a wisecracking guy who turned her world upside down. She was a girl from a rich family without a care in the world. He was a man with a haunted past. They overcame many obstacles to be together. But when Jing Hao disappear on the day they before they married, she was at a loss. Three years later, fate brought them together. This time she refuses to let anything or anyone get in their way of their love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;RECOMMENDED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;here's the quote I love the most from the movie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;"如果你真心的等着，你等的人就会在门口出现。万亿是百多年都无所谓。"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; " &gt;regards, mauren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; " &gt;PS: remember, I always walk by your side, dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-7204180119669623200?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7204180119669623200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=7204180119669623200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/7204180119669623200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/7204180119669623200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='红线'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpOV_568XrM/THPiqjpmi6I/AAAAAAAAuqw/0AhiHRHegXw/s72-c/awx02560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-4449596398428842927</id><published>2010-12-10T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T05:10:07.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGING</title><content type='html'>TGIF!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I went to a consultancy office about study abroad. much more the informations were shocking me but at least I know a lot now. LASALLE has changed their terms, they aren't going to accept student before they graduated from Senior Year. This is the main reason I feel shocked, it was not like the information I got, not like what I expected. then, LASALLE is not going to accept portfolios which using digital art, that means we need to create them with these two hands. For this, I feel like, I'm just another handicap. I am not able to draw well, this is the main reason. All these years, Im focusing on Digital Art, Photography, Photos editing.. which mean they are useless. DISAPPOINTED. Yes, I feel this way. BUT! after things which made me feel extremely down, I could find out some brightness, I call them brightness. One, I still have two years for my preparation which means I am able to learn more and more and a lot of time for preparing 10 portfolios. Two, I'm going to join LASALLE WORKSHOP this January which means I'm going to absence for two days. Too bad, I'm not going alone, actually I want to help mom about our savings, the ticket is not really cheap. I'm excited! Believe that one day I would able to yell,"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;LASALLE DEAR! HELLO!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changing? yes, everything's changing. HE ever told me,"d&lt;i&gt;on't believe too much on a person or it will ruin you&lt;/i&gt;". I remember and always :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regards, mauren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;PS: Promise me, you will always there for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-4449596398428842927?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/4449596398428842927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=4449596398428842927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/4449596398428842927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/4449596398428842927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/12/changing.html' title='CHANGING'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-8683624032083336387</id><published>2010-12-07T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T03:43:40.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 THINGS ABOUT ME (RE-POST)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px; "&gt;(To do this, go to “notes” under tabs on your profile page, copy and paste this note, erase my answers and enter your own, tag people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage: Mineral Water&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call : Momma&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message: Felix TC&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to: Wang Lee Hom - Yi Shou Jian Dan De Ge *one of his favorites*&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried: yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice: no, I never go on date :)&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on: absolutely yes, I think you ever been cheated too right?&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it: I never kissed&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special: no, because he is still here :)&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed: ever&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up: never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. black&lt;br /&gt;13. pink&lt;br /&gt;14. denim blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Made a new friend: yes! I meet new people ever day is the main reason.&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love: definitely yes&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried: ever, once.&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you: yes&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were: I always have them :)&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you: yes! I hope they will regret what they have done. they are just annoying :p&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: NO&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know: I add them because I know them&lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want?: never think about it yet&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets: two! they are CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name: a big big NO. I love my name :D&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday: firstly, there's a call from someone at 4 o'clock :) unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today: 3 :( a nightmare woken me.&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight: still tweeting with a panda's eyes. ho-oh&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you can't wait for: accepted by LASALLE (?)&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother: just now before she went to a mall with my lil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: my weight&lt;br /&gt;32. eyes color: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: is Thomas counted as TOM?&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now: him&lt;br /&gt;35. Most visited webpage: facebook, twitter and blog!&lt;br /&gt;36. Whats your real name: MAUREN TANAKA&lt;br /&gt;37. Nicknames: mollen *I have some others too*&lt;br /&gt;38. Relationship Status: single prefect&lt;br /&gt;39. Zodiac sign: Scorpion&lt;br /&gt;40. Male or female?: female&lt;br /&gt;41. Primary school: Sutomo1&lt;br /&gt;42. Secondary school: sutomo1&lt;br /&gt;43. High school/college/university?: sutomo1 and I wish my college is LASALLE&lt;br /&gt;44. Hair color: black&lt;br /&gt;45. Long or short: short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Height: 163&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone?: yes and he's the one :)&lt;br /&gt;48: What do you like about yourself?: almost my everything&lt;br /&gt;49. Piercings: nope&lt;br /&gt;51. Righty or lefty: righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. First surgery: never had any&lt;br /&gt;53. First piercing: never&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend: Debbie&lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined: basketball&lt;br /&gt;56. First vacation: Singapore&lt;br /&gt;58. First pair of trainers: never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Eating: no&lt;br /&gt;60. Drinking:no&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm about to: check who's on my phone LCD right now :p&lt;br /&gt;62. Listening to: nothing&lt;br /&gt;63. Waiting for: someone's text&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;64. Want kids?: no yet think about it&lt;br /&gt;65. Get Married?: not really&lt;br /&gt;66. Career?: yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Lips or eyes: eyes&lt;br /&gt;68. Hugs or kisses : both&lt;br /&gt;69. Shorter or taller: taller&lt;br /&gt;70. Older or Younger: younger&lt;br /&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous: romantic&lt;br /&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms: arms?&lt;br /&gt;73. Sensitive or loud: loud! rock&lt;br /&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship: relationship&lt;br /&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant: troublemaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed a strange : no!&lt;br /&gt;77. Drank hard liquor: no!&lt;br /&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts: no&lt;br /&gt;79. Sex on first date: no!&lt;br /&gt;80. Broken someone's heart: I guess so..&lt;br /&gt;83. Turned someone down: maybe&lt;br /&gt;84. Cried when someone died: who's the person?&lt;br /&gt;85. Fallen for a friend?: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Yourself: I'm such an optimist&lt;br /&gt;87. Miracles: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;88. Love at first sight : never, but become a fan of first sight&lt;br /&gt;89. Heaven: yesssss&lt;br /&gt;90. Santa Claus: when I was toddler, but now a huge NO&lt;br /&gt;91. Kiss on the first date: no!&lt;br /&gt;92. Angels: maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: never&lt;br /&gt;95. Did you sing today?: yes. I sing almost every hours :D&lt;br /&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody?: YES YES YEEESSSS&lt;br /&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go? : when I was on grade 5&lt;br /&gt;98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it: 2nd of November, 2010&lt;br /&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love?: yes, but I really do.&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 truths?: YES IF YOU TRUST ME.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-8683624032083336387?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8683624032083336387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=8683624032083336387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/8683624032083336387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/8683624032083336387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/12/100-things-about-me-re-post.html' title='100 THINGS ABOUT ME (RE-POST)'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-773264824515376937</id><published>2010-12-05T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T00:36:05.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RE-POST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px; "&gt;Name: Mauren Tanaka&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: 3rd November 1995&lt;br /&gt;Age: 15&lt;br /&gt;Sex: F&lt;br /&gt;Location: Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;Nationality: Indonesian&lt;br /&gt;Religion: Buddha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite:&lt;br /&gt;Drink: Lemon Tea, Strawberry Smocchies&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant: Bakerzin&lt;br /&gt;TV Show: don't really love to watch TV&lt;br /&gt;City: Singapore, Paris&lt;br /&gt;Food: french fries, tenderloin, fried rice and sushi&lt;br /&gt;Dessert: cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;Magazine: gogirl, cosmogirl, bgirl, asianstar, sister, concept, bazaar, Photos of You, Reader's Digest&lt;br /&gt;Way to Relax: music, design and outdoor&lt;br /&gt;Place: my room&lt;br /&gt;Cell Phone: blackberry&lt;br /&gt;Designer: Coco Chanel&lt;br /&gt;Shoe: Prada&lt;br /&gt;Date: -&lt;br /&gt;Color: Denim Blue&lt;br /&gt;Day: windy&lt;br /&gt;Season: winter&lt;br /&gt;Makeup: -&lt;br /&gt;Store: as long as it sells good things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;Boy: MR. SOMEONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie: I love what I watched&lt;br /&gt;Animal: dolphin&lt;br /&gt;Form of Transportation: as long as it works *hihi*&lt;br /&gt;Actor: Aaron Yan, Richard Gere, Taylor Lautner&lt;br /&gt;Outfit: depends on mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your…&lt;br /&gt;Wallet: Orange&lt;br /&gt;Toothbrush: pink pepsodent&lt;br /&gt;Jewelry Always : bangle&lt;br /&gt;Pillowcase: pink&lt;br /&gt;Eyes: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;Room: it's pink!&lt;br /&gt;Love Life: waiting for the prince with his white horse to fetch her from her castle :)&lt;br /&gt;Piercings: ears&lt;br /&gt;Wearing: "I LOVE BALI" tee and denim shorts&lt;br /&gt;Wanting: happiness, success, wealthy, health&lt;br /&gt;On the iPod: Train - Marry Me&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you ate: Seaweed&lt;br /&gt;Something you’re afraid of: God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-773264824515376937?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/773264824515376937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=773264824515376937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/773264824515376937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/773264824515376937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/12/re-post.html' title='RE-POST'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-5801711003003000128</id><published>2010-12-04T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T00:08:58.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout Out the Loneliness</title><content type='html'>Hello, Mr. December. Which is the very last month of a year and some days to go before we need to say "Good Bye, 2010". Which also means the examination is closer to us and so do holidays even we just have them for two weeks which I should say it is not enough for me.&lt;div&gt;I haven't made any preparation for my examination yet. Honestly, I'm a lazy, I brought out my book, I open it, I read for a sentence... then, I threw it on my floor. I promised to start my study for next hour but I always caught myself yelling, "MALAS" as I never start my study. Maybe it will just be like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something in the past, you ignored, you never mention about, will suddenly hit yourself in the future. Yes, I'm in this condition and I'm trying to escape. Sometimes, they caught me wondering for nothing. They said I'm a fool but situation who built me.. Give me some strength, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tee-hee! I'm not going to think about those useless things anymore :D tell yourself, Mauren Tanaka, you are different! You have others things that are more important than these kind of useless :D gambatte!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regards, mauren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;PS: You never told me why but you always there for me and I will be your star, I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-5801711003003000128?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/5801711003003000128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=5801711003003000128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/5801711003003000128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/5801711003003000128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/12/shout-out-loneliness.html' title='Shout Out the Loneliness'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-8434549301158790398</id><published>2010-10-30T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T07:00:30.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY TWO-YEAR-OLD MY DEAREST BLOG</title><content type='html'>You are the only escape&lt;div&gt;You are the only place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the only one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm alone, I tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm down, I tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even when I'm up, I tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote down everything here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shared everything here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I posted everything here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember clearly when the first time I created you, I was still blind, didn't know how to post something even changed your template.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember clearly when I was desperate, don't know what to do, you were the only one I could share and escape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy two-year-old, blog :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE YOU SO DAMN MUCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regards, mauren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-8434549301158790398?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8434549301158790398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=8434549301158790398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/8434549301158790398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/8434549301158790398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-two-year-old-my-dearest-blog.html' title='HAPPY TWO-YEAR-OLD MY DEAREST BLOG'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-3209331392530266576</id><published>2010-10-27T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T04:41:02.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#NOWPLAYING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(84, 84, 84); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;不會再後退 也不能再挽回&lt;br /&gt;我們之間的一切讓我的心殘廢&lt;br /&gt;要多少智慧 才能夠無所謂&lt;br /&gt;倒不如給幸福多一次機會&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不想難過 你選擇了沉默&lt;br /&gt;我們笑 把感傷輕輕帶過&lt;br /&gt;如果能夠重新來過&lt;br /&gt;我們有沒有把握&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是放開這樣的你並不容易&lt;br /&gt;為何這一切已註定&lt;br /&gt;不爭氣這對你著迷的心&lt;br /&gt;留下難堪的自己&lt;br /&gt;相信我會痊癒&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原來這場戰役我輸得最徹底&lt;br /&gt;勝利的你卻不屑的走下去&lt;br /&gt;留下無法磨滅的回憶&lt;br /&gt;愛你勝過自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不會再後退 也不能再挽回&lt;br /&gt;我們之間的一切讓我的心殘廢&lt;br /&gt;要多少智慧 才能夠無所謂&lt;br /&gt;倒不如給幸福多一次機會&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不想難過 你選擇了沉默&lt;br /&gt;我們笑 把感傷輕輕帶過&lt;br /&gt;如果能夠重新來過&lt;br /&gt;我們有沒有把握&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是放開這樣的你並不容易&lt;br /&gt;為何這一切已註定&lt;br /&gt;不爭氣這對你著迷的心&lt;br /&gt;留下難堪的自己&lt;br /&gt;相信我會痊癒&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原來這場戰役我輸得最徹底&lt;br /&gt;勝利的你卻不屑的走下去&lt;br /&gt;留下無法磨滅的回憶&lt;br /&gt;愛你勝過自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是放開這樣的你並不容易&lt;br /&gt;為何這一切已註定&lt;br /&gt;不爭氣這對你著迷的心&lt;br /&gt;留下難堪的自己&lt;br /&gt;相信我會痊癒&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原來這場戰役我輸得最徹底&lt;br /&gt;勝利的你卻不屑的走下去&lt;br /&gt;留下無法磨滅的回憶&lt;br /&gt;愛你勝過自己&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(84, 84, 84); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nicholas Teo - Ai Ni Sheng Guo Zi Ji&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Regards, mauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-3209331392530266576?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3209331392530266576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=3209331392530266576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/3209331392530266576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/3209331392530266576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/10/nowplaying.html' title='#NOWPLAYING'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-2080277481774103537</id><published>2010-09-03T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T05:56:53.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;10:25:55 AM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting in the same class, it's Bahasa Indonesia's lesson. Everything seems to be so different even some of the classmates are still the same. Some new members have entered our class, we can't called it as Millefeuille again because.. the chemistry as usual Millefeuille's members done together just lose easily since a paper told us who will move to other class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not like the class we used to be. No more laughters, no more noises and crazy acts! No teachers who always scolded us with "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;KESADARANNYA NAK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" or "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;EMANG KALIAN NGGA BISA DI ATUR YAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;". No MORE :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some who have moved:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We lose our Delivery man, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;ARGA SARAGIH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. He has attended the Acceleration Class, yes, Congratulation, Ga! You worth getting it, mamen! but.. we really lose you : ( I remember everyday we always yelled,"&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;GA, MAKAN APA HARI INI?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" Then you answered,"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BIAAASAAA.. NASI LOK LOK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" HAHAHA yes, We MISS YOU, Ga!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We lose our Monitor, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;JEFRY KUSUMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. He's GREAT! He attends the Plus Class and he doesn't has any tuition except Physics and Mandarin. How I envy him so much. If I could be another him, I bet my family will be so proud of me! Our monitor always yelled KAGE to shut up his mouth. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;We lose you, Mr. MONITOR&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We lose two of our great musicians, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;JENNIFER HALIM &amp;amp; DEBORA SANNY TEOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Jen attends the Plus Class and Debora attend the Acceleration Class just the same with Arga does. Both of them always been together, really a great combination of two genius girls. &lt;i&gt;They used to play music on the table even they know the table won't produce any sounds, but they played with feels!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We lose &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;STELLA, ERIN, CLARICE, INEZ, &amp;amp; JENSEN KOSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We gonna miss you, people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anw, I miss one of my butt, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JENNESSIA CHANCE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;CONGRATZ, JEN!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Finally you are The Acceleration's student. I am going to miss our time that has spent when we are in the same tuition, dear :( We used to gossip about boys, especially &lt;b&gt;THOSE WHO ARE HANDSOME&lt;/b&gt; :* HAHA. Great luck for your new class, Jen!!!!!! XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regards, mauren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;PS: You are the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-2080277481774103537?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2080277481774103537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=2080277481774103537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/2080277481774103537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/2080277481774103537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/09/gone.html' title='GONE'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-153019041432230200</id><published>2010-09-01T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T04:18:40.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEPTEMBER</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Happiness is like a kiss. You must share it to enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/b/bernard_meltzer.html" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 17, 255); line-height: normal; "&gt;Bernard Meltzer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;regards, mauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;PS: Man, ILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-153019041432230200?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/153019041432230200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=153019041432230200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/153019041432230200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/153019041432230200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/09/september.html' title='SEPTEMBER'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-4682440280437141175</id><published>2010-08-30T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T03:59:25.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MILLEFEUILLE FOREVER AFTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Millefeuille, born in the year 2009 still as IX-04. Our form teacher was Ms. Lie Ching who taught English&lt;/span&gt;. Millefeuille's members was still 56 till some of us were moved to another city or even another school. Millefeuille is super solid and we always make some noises and crazy things, teachers always scold us and we never change. It's our trademark for searching some sensation around. Our class will always crowded with members' voices, laughters, shouts and so on. We know that some teachers hate our class too much because of our naughty acts, but I'm pretty sure some of them love our class too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Millefeuille is in the first year of Junior High as X-04 which the form teacher is Bu Murni Silalahi and teaches us Economic Education&lt;/span&gt;. Millefuille's members was reduced to 54 people. New member was just included few days ago, named &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Billy&lt;/span&gt;. Millefuille still that noisy, still that crazy and still that solid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As, I told you before, 1st of September, the first year of Junior High in Sutomo will be separated based on score and attitude. So, it means Millefeuille included as one of classes which will be separated. Millefeuille means so deep for me, it is just like another family for me. I have my mom, my dad even my children all are Millefuille's members. Our daily, we gossip, we chat, we talk, we cry, we smile, we laugh, we go crazy, we punished, all those things were done together inside our little comfy nest. Who said solid class never fought? Yes, we fought too. We have some troubles with some members, we talk about them behind them even it is cruel. We have enemies inside the class too but actually we keep protecting each others. Guess, how deep our feeling are? &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;WE WILL NEVER BE SEPARATED EVEN THE TRUTH WE ARE SEPARATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the flash back, we attended the annual competitions of school. It was our first time, because just start from Secondary students may attend the competition. I still remember clearly, it was tug of war (&lt;i&gt;tarik tambang&lt;/i&gt;) contest. Men and Women. I was one of the competitor too for women side. As the competition started, we wore our class' tee, we yelled and supported our class. It was unforgotable moment. Actually we lost. Our class got no medals, but we achieve the precious moment. We spent the moment together with laughter, energy, and happiness. Do you know, Millefuille, I miss that moment so much. I miss every moment we have passed together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;School days are not a school daze for me because I spent it with Millefeuille. I hope everyone thinks so. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aw, damn, I am crying and smiling in the same time. It's because of you, Millefeuille! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;again, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I LOVE MILLEFEUILLE TO THE MAX! YUUUHUUUUU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some bonuses: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/THuN_X3epYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/FpldBR_HSuc/s200/Picture+011.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511154688895919490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/THuN_5UfFAI/AAAAAAAAARA/xeShTSDjNOc/s200/Picture+016.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511154697875952642" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/THuOAOIhkxI/AAAAAAAAARI/h8qNMGX8nNQ/s200/Picture+028.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511154703462929170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/THuOApDXn-I/AAAAAAAAARQ/-cPQ4QVR01Q/s200/Picture+025.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511154710689062882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/THuOBGjwwvI/AAAAAAAAARY/VZG2fNXYHBc/s200/Picture+034.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511154718609556210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regards, mauren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-4682440280437141175?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/4682440280437141175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=4682440280437141175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/4682440280437141175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/4682440280437141175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/08/millefeuille-forever-after.html' title='MILLEFEUILLE FOREVER AFTER'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/THuN_X3epYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/FpldBR_HSuc/s72-c/Picture+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-4672954642867028450</id><published>2010-08-30T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T03:08:57.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE WILL NOT BE SEPARATED</title><content type='html'>I skipped my tuition again, fellas. I feel superb exhausted and I don't know what to do again, there are still tons of homework but my butt doesn't want to move on from this chair. Ew, my position is so comfortable..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fellas, I won't post about any lyrics for today because I'm in great dilemma, you are the only way to share all my things out. Figure out, my class would be separated this 1st of September. I don't know how to describe my sadness, I love my class. We have been together since primary and now we are in Junior High and we already feel so close to each other, even when some of us still got some troubles inside, but actually we love each other so much and it is just like one big family. So, we gotta be separated maybe this 1st of September ( it was written like that on the education calendar), some who are genius enough will attend the plus class and some who are noisy will attend the last class and just some will be together but not in X-04, maybe we will be moved to X-05 or X-06 or even X-07, depends. I'm pretty sure, some of those students who are not in Millefeuille also don't want their class be separated. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Mr. Khoe Tjok Tjin, why don't you separate us from the first day in Junior High? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 25px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;we have become accustomed to our class after a few months and know that we will be separated..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 25px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 25px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Last thing from me: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;GOOD BYE MILLEFEUILLE, WISH YOU GUYS ENJOY YOUR NEW CLASS :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 25px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 25px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Regards, mauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 25px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 25px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;PS: I love you even you never ask me for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-4672954642867028450?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/4672954642867028450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=4672954642867028450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/4672954642867028450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/4672954642867028450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-will-not-be-separated.html' title='WE WILL NOT BE SEPARATED'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-4074593625111705056</id><published>2010-08-28T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T00:08:06.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHAEL JACKSON</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ALTHOUGH OUR KING OF POP HAS GONE FOR A LONG TIME AND COULDN'T BACK FOR ENTERTAIN US AGAIN, BUT.. WE WON'T FORGET HIM AND NO ONE CAN REPLACE HIS PLACE AS KING OF THE POP TILL NOW :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I WILL PRESENT ONE OF HIS COLLECTION TITLED "THRILLER" TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Under the moonlight, you see a sight that almost stops your heart&lt;br /&gt;You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it&lt;br /&gt;You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're paralyzed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is thriller, thriller night&lt;br /&gt;And no one's gonna save you from the beast about strike&lt;br /&gt;You know it's thriller, thriller night&lt;br /&gt;You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear the door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run&lt;br /&gt;You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sun&lt;br /&gt;You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination, girl!&lt;br /&gt;But all the while you hear the creature creeping up behind&lt;br /&gt;You're out of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is thriller, thriller night&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes, girl&lt;br /&gt;Thriller, thriller night&lt;br /&gt;You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night creatures calling, the dead start to walk in their masquerade&lt;br /&gt;There's no escaping the jaws of the alien this time&lt;br /&gt;(They're open wide)&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're out to get you, there's demons closing in on every side&lt;br /&gt;They will possess you unless you change that number on your dial&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close together, yeah&lt;br /&gt;All through the night I'll save you from the terror on the screen&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That this is thriller, thriller night&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost would ever dare try&lt;br /&gt;Thriller, thriller night&lt;br /&gt;So let me hold you tight and share a&lt;br /&gt;Killer, diller, chiller, thriller here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is thriller, thriller night&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I can thrill you more than any ghost would ever dare try&lt;br /&gt;Thriller, thriller night&lt;br /&gt;So let me hold you tight and share a killer, thriller, ow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm gonna thrill ya tonight)&lt;br /&gt;Darkness falls across the land&lt;br /&gt;The midnight hour is close at hand&lt;br /&gt;Creatures crawl in search of blood&lt;br /&gt;To terrorize y'alls neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna thrill ya tonight, ooh baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna thrill ya tonight, oh darlin'&lt;br /&gt;Thriller night, baby, ooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foulest stench is in the air&lt;br /&gt;The funk of forty thousand years&lt;br /&gt;And grizzly ghouls from every tomb&lt;br /&gt;Are closing in to seal your doom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though you fight to stay alive&lt;br /&gt;Your body starts to shiver&lt;br /&gt;For no mere mortal can resist&lt;br /&gt;The evil of the thriller&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Regards, mauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;PS: I will be waiting for you even it is for thousands days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-4074593625111705056?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/4074593625111705056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=4074593625111705056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/4074593625111705056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/4074593625111705056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-michael-jackson.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHAEL JACKSON'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-1514936514588567539</id><published>2010-08-25T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T02:17:05.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;#NOWPLAYING&lt;/span&gt; TAYLOR SWIFT - MINE&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics" align="left" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Uh, uh, uh oh&lt;br /&gt;Uh, uh, uh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were in college working part time waiting tables&lt;br /&gt;Left a small town, never looked back&lt;br /&gt;I was the flight risk with the fear of fallin'&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin' why we bothered with love if it never lasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say "Can you believe it?"&lt;br /&gt;As we're lying on the couch&lt;br /&gt;The moment I can see it&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes I can see it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember we were sittin' there by the water?&lt;br /&gt;You put your arm around me for the first time&lt;br /&gt;You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter&lt;br /&gt;You are the best thing that's ever been mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash forward and we're taking on the world together&lt;br /&gt;And there's a drawer of my things at your place&lt;br /&gt;You learned my secrets and you figure out why I'm guarded&lt;br /&gt;You say we'll never make my parents' mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we've got bills to pay&lt;br /&gt;We got nothing figured out&lt;br /&gt;When it was hard to take yes, yes&lt;br /&gt;This is what I thought about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember we were sitting there by the water?&lt;br /&gt;You put your arm around me for the first time&lt;br /&gt;You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;You are the best thing that's ever been mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember all the city lights on the water&lt;br /&gt;You saw me start to believe for the first time&lt;br /&gt;You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter&lt;br /&gt;You are the best thing that's ever been mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, uh, uh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember that fight 2:30 AM&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything was slippin' right out of our hands&lt;br /&gt;I ran out crying and you followed me out into the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braced myself for the goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's all I've ever known&lt;br /&gt;And you took me by surprise&lt;br /&gt;You said "I'll never leave you alone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said&lt;br /&gt;"I remember how we felt sittin' by the water&lt;br /&gt;And every time I look at you it's like the first time&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter&lt;br /&gt;She is the best thing that's ever been mine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hold on, we'll make it last)&lt;br /&gt;(Hold on, never turn back)&lt;br /&gt;(Hold on) You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter&lt;br /&gt;(Hold on) You are the best thing that's ever been mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hold on) Do you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;(Hold on) We're gonna make it now&lt;br /&gt;(Hold on) And I can see it&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I can see it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;REDARDS, MAUREN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;PS: meeting you such a great thing, man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-1514936514588567539?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/1514936514588567539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=1514936514588567539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/1514936514588567539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/1514936514588567539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/08/mine.html' title='MINE'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-7950537203032573455</id><published>2010-08-22T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T01:14:00.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHERO</title><content type='html'>Aw, It's Sunday what I'm waiting for lately and suddenly come. HAHA happy Sunday, guys. Enjoy your Sunday :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fellas, gotta present you with the most adorable S.H.E's song - Shero:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#545454;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#E67775;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "&gt;陪自己 看煙火 陪著自己 去兜風&lt;br /&gt;向軟弱 說分手 自己旅行 自己夢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喝一罐 冰啤酒 灌溉久違 的酒窩&lt;br /&gt;讓笑容 回到雙頰的粉紅&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那是誰說 女孩沒有ROCK'N ROLL&lt;br /&gt;我對我說 當最後只剩下我 誰是我英雄?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看不到 找不到 等不到 妳的 HERO&lt;br /&gt;為何不 作自己 隻手撐天的 SHERO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妳可以 我可以 為自己赴湯蹈火 的SHERO&lt;br /&gt;像女王 揮舞著 驕傲披風&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;先轉身 先自由 先說再見 先解脫&lt;br /&gt;世界在 他背後 原來這麼 的遼闊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也堅強 也溫柔 也有緊握 的拳頭&lt;br /&gt;去敲奏 全新生活的節奏&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那是誰說 女孩沒有ROCK'N ROLL&lt;br /&gt;我對我說 當最後只剩下我 誰是我英雄?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看不到 找不到 等不到 妳的 HERO&lt;br /&gt;為何不 作自己 隻手撐天的 SHERO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妳可以 我可以 為自己赴湯蹈火 的SHERO&lt;br /&gt;像女王 揮舞著 驕傲披風&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在我的編年史中 寫下了一個傳說&lt;br /&gt;要把History 改寫成Herstory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在我的回憶錄中 快樂要蔓延很久&lt;br /&gt;那就今天開始建造我王國 我是女王一般的SHERO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看不到 找不到 等不到 妳的 HERO&lt;br /&gt;為何不 作自己 隻手撐天的 SHERO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妳可以 我可以 為自己赴湯蹈火 不再退縮&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要了 不找了 不等了 誰要 HERO&lt;br /&gt;站出來 作自己 隻手撐天的 SHERO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妳可以 我可以 為自己赴湯蹈火 的SHERO&lt;br /&gt;像女王 揮舞著 驕傲披風&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#E67775;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#E67775;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "&gt;pei zi ji kan yan huo pei zhao zi ji qu dou feng &lt;br /&gt;xiang ruan ruo shuo fen shou zi ji lu xing zi ji meng &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he yi guan bing pi jiu guan gai jiu wei de jiu wo &lt;br /&gt;rang xiao rong hui dao shuang jia de fen hong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na shi shui shuo nu hai mei you ROCK'N ROLL&lt;br /&gt;wo dui wo shuo dang zui hou zhi sheng xia wo shui shi wo ying xiong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kan bu dao zhao bu dao deng bu dao ni de HERO&lt;br /&gt;wei he bu zuo zi ji zhi shou cheng tian de SHERO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni ke yi wo ke yi wei zi ji fu tang dao huo de SHERO&lt;br /&gt;xiang nu wang hui wu zhao jiao ao pi feng &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xian zhuan shen xian zi you xian shuo zai jian xian jie tuo &lt;br /&gt;shi jie zai ta bei hou yuan lai zhe me de liao kuo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ye jian qiang ye wen rou ye you jin wo de quan tou &lt;br /&gt;qu qiao zou quan xin sheng huo de jie zou &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na shi shui shuo nu hai mei you ROCK'N ROLL&lt;br /&gt;wo dui wo shuo dang zui hou zhi sheng xia wo shui shi wo ying xiong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kan bu dao zhao bu dao deng bu dao ni de HERO&lt;br /&gt;wei he bu zuo zi ji zhi shou cheng tian de SHERO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni ke yi wo ke yi wei zi ji fu tang dao huo de SHERO&lt;br /&gt;xiang nu wang hui wu zhao jiao ao pi feng &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zai wo de bian nian shi zhong xie xia le yi ge chuan shuo &lt;br /&gt;yao ba History gai xie cheng Herstory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zai wo de hui yi lu zhong kuai le yao man yan hen jiu &lt;br /&gt;na jiu jin tian kai shi jian zao wo wang guo wo shi nu wang yi ban de SHERO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kan bu dao zhao bu dao deng bu dao ni de HERO&lt;br /&gt;wei he bu zuo zi ji zhi shou cheng tian de SHERO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni ke yi wo ke yi wei zi ji fu tang dao huo bu zai tui suo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bu yao le bu zhao le bu deng le shui yao HERO&lt;br /&gt;zhan chu lai zuo zi ji zhi shou cheng tian de SHERO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni ke yi wo ke yi wei zi ji fu tang dao huo de SHERO&lt;br /&gt;xiang nu wang hui wu zhao jiao ao pi feng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#E67775;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#E67775;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "&gt;regards, mauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#E67775;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;PS: hello, man. Thanks for being my man :) ILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-7950537203032573455?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7950537203032573455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=7950537203032573455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/7950537203032573455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/7950537203032573455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/08/shero.html' title='SHERO'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-5573828736891511568</id><published>2010-08-21T23:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T23:02:33.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>better die because hungry or die because of love? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;die because love, because if you are hungry the one who loves you will bring you food. is it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/tanakamauren?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;anything and I will answer you with my personal integrity :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-5573828736891511568?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/5573828736891511568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=5573828736891511568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/5573828736891511568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/5573828736891511568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/08/better-die-because-hungry-or-die.html' title='better die because hungry or die because of love? :)'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-6788149186341835448</id><published>2010-08-11T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T21:55:39.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BITTER TEA</title><content type='html'>recently listen to the soundtrack of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BROWN SUGAR MACCHIATO&lt;/span&gt; titled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;苦茶&lt;/span&gt;. The song tells us how bitter do love and myself 75% agree to it. yes, the first time you know love, you can't back t0 the world where you are still plain without anybody inside your mind. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love must be so sweet when you fall into someone, but love must be so bitter when your lover left you. Don't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 微微笑的看你 越是認真就越讓人心疼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; wei xiao de kan ni, yue shi ren zhen jiu yue rang ren xin teng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Smiling slightly as I looked at you; the more serious you looked, the more painful my heart was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 街頭那盞路燈彷彿在笑我愚笨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; jie tou na zhan lu deng fang fu zai xiao wo yu ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; The street-lamp at the start of the road seemed to be laughing at me for being stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Sung by 小傑 Xiao-jie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 沒什麼能做 但我比誰都真誠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; mei shen me neng zuo, dan wo bi shui dou zhen cheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; There’s nothing much I can do, but I have more sincerity than everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 泡一杯苦茶 陪伴你到夜深&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; pao yi bei ku cha, pei ban ni dao ye shen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;  brew a cup of bitter tea, and accompany you till the wee hours of the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Sung by 小煜 Xiao-yu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 你知不知道你總有一種很可愛的獨特&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; ni zhi bu zhi dao, ni zong you yi zhong hen ke ai de du te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Did you know, that you have a very adorable uniqueness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 讓我充滿勇氣抵抗冬天的寒冷&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; rang wo chong man yong qi di dang dong tian de han leng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; That fills me up with courage to battle the coldness of winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 怎樣做才會完美 像個男人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; zen yang zuo cai hui wan mei, xiang ge nan ren?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; What must I do to be perfect, like a real man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 喝一杯苦茶溫暖你的體溫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; he yi bei ku cha wen nuan ni de ti wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Drink a cup of bitter tea, to warm your body temperature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Sung by Hei Se Hui Mei Mei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; *chorus*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 不用等你開口先說我愛你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; bu yong deng ni kai kou xian shuo wo ai ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; There’s no need to wait for you to say “I love you” first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 在那之前想對你說我願意&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; zai na zhi qian xiang dui ni shuo wo yuan yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Before that I’d like to tell you “I do”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 你不必問 你也不必等&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; ni bu bi wen, ni ye bu bi deng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You don’t have to ask, neither do you need to wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 這一刻 就值得愛到永恆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; zhe yi ke, jiu zhi de ai dao yong heng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Just this moment, is worth loving till eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 我該如何讓你明白我愛你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; wo gai ru he rang ni ming bai wo ai ni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; How can I let you understand that I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 在那之後你點頭說我願意&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; zai na zhi hou ni dian tou shuo wo yuan yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; After that you nod and say “I do”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 想照顧你 想守護著你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; xiang zhao gu ni, xiang shou hu zhe ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;  want to take care of you and protect you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 這一刻 就想把你抱緊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; zhe yi ke, jiu xiang ba ni bao jin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; At this moment, [I] just want to hold you tightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Sung by Hei Se Hui Mei Mei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 你知不知道你也有一種很可愛的天真&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; ni zhi bu zhi dao ni ye you yi zhong hen ke ai de tian zhen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Did you know that you also have a very adorable naïvety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 大男孩的口吻魅力加到一百分&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; da nan hai de kou wen, mei li jia dao yi bai fen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Your speaking like a male chauvinist perfects your charm to 100 percent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Sung by Lollipop:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 怎樣做才會完美 像個男人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; zen yang zuo cai hui wan mei, xiang ge nan ren?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; What must I do to be perfect, like a real man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 喝一杯苦茶溫暖你的體溫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; he yi bei ku cha wen nuan ni de ti wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Drink a cup of bitter tea, to warm your body temperature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Sung by Hei Se Hui Mei Mei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; [I]*chorus*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 不用等你開口先說我愛你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; bu yong deng ni kai kou xian shuo wo ai ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; There’s no need to wait for you to say “I love you” first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 在那之前想對你說我願意&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; zai na zhi qian xiang dui ni shuo wo yuan yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Before that I’d like to tell you “I do”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 你不必問 你也不必等&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; ni bu bi wen, ni ye bu bi deng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You don’t have to ask, neither do you need to wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 這一刻 就值得愛到永恆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; zhe yi ke, jiu zhi de ai dao yong heng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Just this moment, is worth loving till eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 我該如何讓你明白我愛你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; wo gai ru he rang ni ming bai wo ai ni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; How can I let you understand that I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 在那之後你點頭說我願意&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; zai na zhi hou ni dian tou shuo wo yuan yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; After that you nod and say “I do”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 想照顧你 想守護著你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; xiang zhao gu ni, xiang shou hu zhe ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;  want to take care of you and protect you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 這一刻 就想把你抱緊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; zhe yi ke, jiu xiang ba ni bao jin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; At this moment, [I] just want to hold you tightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; [I]-bridge-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 雖然永遠 太不可能少了你的完整 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; sui ran yong yuan tai bu ke neng, shao le ni de wan zheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Although ‘forever’ doesn’t seem possible without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 兩個對的人奇蹟就能發生&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; liang ge dui de ren qi ji jiu hui fa sheng~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; A miracle will happen upon two right people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; [I]*chorus*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 不用等你開口先說我愛你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; bu yong deng ni kai kou xian shuo wo ai ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; There’s no need to wait for you to say “I love you” first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 在那之前想對你說我願意&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; zai na zhi qian xiang dui ni shuo wo yuan yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Before that I’d like to tell you “I do”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 你不必問 你也不必等&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; ni bu bi wen, ni ye bu bi deng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You don’t have to ask, neither do you need to wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 這一刻 就值得愛到永恆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; zhe yi ke, jiu zhi de ai dao yong heng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Just this moment, is worth loving till eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 我該如何讓你明白我愛你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; wo gai ru he rang ni ming bai wo ai ni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; How can I let you understand that I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 在那之後你點頭說我願意&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; zai na zhi hou ni dian tou shuo wo yuan yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; After that you nod and say “I do”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 想照顧你 想守護著你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; xiang zhao gu ni, xiang shou hu zhe ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; [I] want to take care of you and protect you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 這一刻 就想把你抱緊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; zhe yi ke, jiu xiang ba ni bao jin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; At this moment, [I] just want to hold you tightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 這一刻… 就想把你抱緊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; zhe yi ke, jiu xiang ba ni bao jin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; At this moment… [I] just want to hold you tightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards, mauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: You came into my dream again, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-6692244160201505250</id><published>2010-08-10T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:17:55.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>說好的幸福呢</title><content type='html'>你的繪畫凌亂著&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;ni de hui hua ling luan zhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在這個時刻&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;zai zhe ge shi ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想起喷泉旁的白鴿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;wo xiang qi pen quan pang de bai ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;甜蜜散落了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;tian mi san luo le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;繼續莫名的拉扯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;ji xu mo ming de la che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我還愛你呢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;wo hai ai ni ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而你斷斷續續唱著歌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;er ni duan duan xu xu chang zhe ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;假裝沒事了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;jia zhuang mei shi le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;時間過了 走了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;shi jian guo le zou le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛情面臨選擇&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;ai qing mian lin xuan ze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你冷了 倦了 我哭了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;ni leng le juan le wo ku le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一開始都不快樂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;yi kai shi dou bu kuai le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你用卡片紙寫著&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;ni yong ka pian zhi xie zhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些愛隻給到這 真的痛了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;you xie ai zhe gei dao zhe zhen de tong le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;怎麼了 你累了 說好的 幸福呢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;zen me le ni lei le shuo hao de xing fu ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;我懂了 不說了 愛淡了 夢遠了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wo dong le bu shuo le ai dan le meng yuan le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;開心與不開心依稀數著你在不舍&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kai xin yu bu kai xin yi xi shu zhe ni zai bu she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;那些愛過的感覺都太深刻&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;na xie ai guo de gan jue dou tai shen ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;我都還記得&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wo dou hai ji de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;你不懂了 說好的 幸福呢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ni bu dong le shuo hao de xing fu ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;我錯了 淚干了 放手了 后悔了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wo cuo le lei gan le fang shou le hou hui le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;隻是回憶的音樂盒還旋轉著&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;zhi shi hui yi de yin yue he hai xuan zhuan zhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;要怎麼停呢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yao zen me ting ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的繪畫凌亂著&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;ni de hui hua ling luan zhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在這個時刻&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;zai zhe ge shi ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我像氣氛純白的白鴿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;wo xiang qi fen chun bai de bai ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;甜蜜散落了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;tian mi san luo le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;繼續莫名的拉扯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;ji xu mo ming de la che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我還愛你呢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;wo hai ai ni ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而你斷斷續續唱著歌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;er ni duan duan xu xu chang zhe ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;假裝沒事了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;jia zhuang mei shi le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;時間過了 走了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;shi jian guo le zou le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛情面臨選擇&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;ai qing mian lin xuan ze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你冷了 倦了 我哭了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;ni leng le juan le wo ku le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一開始都不快樂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;yi kai shi dou bu kuai le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你用卡片紙寫著&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;ni yong ka pian zhi xie zhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些愛隻給到這 真的痛了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;you xie ai zhi gei dao zhe zhen de tong le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;怎麼了 你累了 說好的 幸福呢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;zen me le ni lei le shuo hao de xing fu ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;我懂了 不說了 愛淡了 夢遠了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wo dong le bu shuo le ai dan le meng yuan le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;開心與不開心依稀數著你在不舍&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kai xin yu bu kai xin yi xi shu zhe ni zai bu she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;那些愛過的感覺都太深刻&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;na xie ai guo de gan jue dou tai shen ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;我都還記得&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wo dou hai ji de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;你不懂了 說好的 幸福呢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ni bu dong le shuo hao de xing fu ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;我錯了 淚干了 放手了 后悔了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wo cuo le lei gan le fang shou le hou hui le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;隻是回憶的音樂盒還旋轉著&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;zhi shi hui yi de yin yue he hai xuan zhuan zhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;要怎麼停呢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yao zen me ting ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;怎麼了 你累了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;zen me le ni lei le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;說好的 幸福呢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;shuo hao de xing fu ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;我懂了 不說了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wo dong le bu shuo le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;愛淡了 夢遠了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ai dan le meng yuan le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;我都還記得&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wo dou hai ji de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;你不懂了 說好的 幸福呢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ni bu dong le shuo hao de xing fu ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;我錯了 淚干了 放手了 后悔了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wo cuo le lei gan le fang shou le hou hui le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;隻是回憶的音樂盒還旋轉著&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;zhi shi hui yi de yin yue he hai xuan zhuan zhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;要怎麼停呢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yao zen me ting ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards, mauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;PS: Leave me if you never have me in your mind, never give me any 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Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-4883394812371568141</id><published>2010-08-09T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T20:54:45.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST FRIEND</title><content type='html'>Hello, again fellas! I recently listen to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ALAN LUO - BEST FRIEND (好朋友)&lt;/span&gt;. Suddenly something pass through my mind and I had you there, I mean we are just in the same condition. After everything done, we are still a &lt;s style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;BEST FRIEND&lt;/s&gt;. I wish it won't be like that forever, but I had no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, fellas, let's sing it together &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOL XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;像两首节拍不同的歌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 却又同时被爱情合奏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 旋律勉强着&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 愉快不能够假装快乐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 你心中有宽阔的天空&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 但空气好稀薄&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 曾经以为等待会改变什么&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 你总会属于我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 但是最后时间证明了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 你只喜欢我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 你说我比较像你的好朋友&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 只是不小心拥抱着&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 你道歉 你难过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 于是我给你笑容&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 谁在乎我的心还会不会寂寞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 如果爱情是五线谱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 我只希望用全音符&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 吟唱出爱上你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 那完整的幸福&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 当你的心没有耳朵&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 即使我为你唱这歌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 你也只看见我哭了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 你说我比较像你的好朋友&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 只是不小心拥抱着&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 你道歉 你难过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 于是我给你笑容&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 谁在乎我的心还会不会寂寞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 曾经以为等待会改变什么&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 你总会属于我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 但是最后时间证明了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 你只喜欢我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 你说我比较像你的好朋友&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 只是不小心拥抱着&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 你道歉 你难过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 于是我给你笑容&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 谁在乎我的心还会不会寂寞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 你说我是你最好的朋友&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 却不应该再拥抱着&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 你退缩 你冷漠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 于是我放开双手&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 不在乎我的心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 会永远更寂寞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 呜。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Oooh….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Akin to two songs with different rhythms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; but at the same time being meld together by love -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; The melody is forced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Contentment is no substitute for happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Your heart is as vast as the boundless sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; But the air is too thin to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; I used to think that waiting would change things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; That you would eventually belong to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; But in the end, time proved that -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; You only liked me as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; You said that I’m more like your best friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; And we accidentally hugged together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; You apologised, you were sad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Hence I brought a smile to your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Who cares if my heart is lonely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; If love is a staff [chinese musical instrument],&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; I only hope to use the full range of musical notes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; To sing that I have fallen in love with your,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Happiness that is so complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Regard your heart as being without ears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; For even if I sang this song for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; You would only see me crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; You said that I’m more like your best friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; And we accidentally hugged together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; You apologised, you were sad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Hence I brought a smile to your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Who cares if my heart is lonely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; I used to think that waiting would change things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; That you would eventually belong to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; But in the end, time proved that -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; You only liked me as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; You said that I’m more like your best friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; And we accidentally hugged together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; You apologised, you were sad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Hence I brought a smile to your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Who cares if my heart is lonely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; You said that I’m your best friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; But we shouldn’t hug anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; You withdrew, you grew colder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Hence I withdrew my embrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Without concern that my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Would be even lonelier forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Oooh….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;xiang liang shou jie pai bu tong de ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; que you tong shi bei ai qing he zou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; xuan lv mian qiang zhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; yu kuai bu neng gou jia zhuang kuai le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; ni xin zhong you kuan kuo de tian kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; dan kong qi hao xi bo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; ceng jing yi wei deng dai hui gai bian shen me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; ni zong hui shu yu wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; dan shi zui hou shi jian zheng ming le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; ni zhi xi huan wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; ni shuo wo bi jiao xiang ni de hao peng you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; zhi shi bu xiao xin yong bao zhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; ni dao qian ni nan gup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; yu shi wo gei ni xiao rong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; shui zai hu wo de xin hai hui bu hui ji mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; ru guo ai qing shi wu xian pu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; wo zhi xi wang yong quan yin fu3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; yin chang chu ai shang ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; na wan zheng de xing fu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; dang ni de xin mei you er duo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; ji shi wo wei ni chang zhe ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; ni ye zhi kan jian wo ku le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; ni shuo wo bi jiao xiang ni de hao peng you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; zhi shi bu xiao xin yong bao zhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; ni dao qian ni nan gup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; yu shi wo gei ni xiao rong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; shui zai hu wo de xin hai hui bu hui ji mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; ceng jing yi wei deng dai hui gai bian shen me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; ni zong hui shu yu wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; dan shi zui hou shi jian zheng ming le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; ni zhi xi huan wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; ni shuo wo bi jiao xiang ni de hao peng you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; zhi shi bu xiao xin yong bao zhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; ni dao qian ni nan gup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; yu shi wo gei ni xiao rong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; shui zai hu wo de xin hai hui bu hui ji mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; ni shuo wo shi ni zui hao de peng you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; que bu ying gai zai yong bao zhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; ni tui suo ni leng mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; yu shi wo fang kai shuang shou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; bu zai hu wo de xin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; hui yong yuan geng ji mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; wu…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Oooh….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards, mauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;PS: I against my personal integrity.. I have fallen into you so deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-4883394812371568141?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/4883394812371568141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=4883394812371568141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/4883394812371568141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/4883394812371568141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-friend.html' title='BEST FRIEND'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-8859056842943026732</id><published>2010-08-08T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T22:28:03.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRINCE CHARMING</title><content type='html'>hello, dream. Just end up with Yiruma's songs. someone recommended it to me, all of them were really great. FYI, I envy them who could play pinao well and I don't. Actually if I could play well maybe design not my first priority anymore. yah, God plans everything. Doesn't He?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Yiruma's&lt;/span&gt; make me feel like I'm the princess who's waiting for those princes playing with their pianos and bring me a bouquet of white roses. Damn, I want them so much. anw, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really wait for my prince charming comes with his white horse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I thought that almost ever girls want this so much right? HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys, I would like to present &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SOMETIMES WHEN WE TOUCH&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. this song is the one which I recently listening to. It's an old song but &lt;b&gt;I LOVE IT&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;You ask me if I love you&lt;br /&gt;And I choke on my reply&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather hurt you honestly&lt;br /&gt;Than mislead you with a lie&lt;br /&gt;And who am I to judge you&lt;br /&gt;On what you say or do?&lt;br /&gt;I'm only just beginning to see the real you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes when we touch&lt;br /&gt;The honesty's too much&lt;br /&gt;And I have to close my eyes and hide&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you til I die&lt;br /&gt;Til we both break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance and all its strategy&lt;br /&gt;Leaves me battling with my pride&lt;br /&gt;But through the insecurity&lt;br /&gt;Some tenderness survives&lt;br /&gt;I'm just another writer&lt;br /&gt;Still trapped within my truth&lt;br /&gt;A hesitant prize fighter&lt;br /&gt;Still trapped within my youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes when we touch&lt;br /&gt;The honesty's too much&lt;br /&gt;And I have to close my eyes and hide&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you til I die&lt;br /&gt;Til we both break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I'd like to break you&lt;br /&gt;And drive you to your knees&lt;br /&gt;At times I'd like to break through&lt;br /&gt;And hold you endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I understand you&lt;br /&gt;And I know how hard you've tried&lt;br /&gt;I've watched while love commands you&lt;br /&gt;And I've watched love pass you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I think we're drifters&lt;br /&gt;Still searching for a friend&lt;br /&gt;A brother or a sister&lt;br /&gt;But then the passion flares again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes when we touch&lt;br /&gt;The honesty's too much&lt;br /&gt;And I have to close my eyes and hide&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you til I die&lt;br /&gt;Til we both break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;regards, mauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;PS: The moon tells me that you are the one who I'm waiting for this long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-8859056842943026732?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8859056842943026732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=8859056842943026732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/8859056842943026732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/8859056842943026732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/08/prince-charming.html' title='PRINCE CHARMING'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-4360807892148065921</id><published>2010-08-07T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T06:21:37.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THANKS GOD IT IS WEEKEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a week I didn't breathed those fresh AIR... a ton of works, a ton of test, a ton of problems and a single you.. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My days passed so so so so damn tired. school, tuition, homework, test, sleep were my daily foods. I ate them every second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw, I would like to tell you all about today. I went to school and woke up lso so early.. 6.10 for me is too early, guys! My eyes always can't open widely, you know, it's an illness. so, back to our topic, i went to school like usual, starts the lessons. I punished by civic teacher, I was yawning and gassp! I gotcha catch! HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, well well done, the clock stop at 12.10 and we got home! I rushed home, I ate superb quickly and I went to school again for a Photography class. guess, I pass it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea, yea, forced to off. night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regards, mauren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-4360807892148065921?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/4360807892148065921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=4360807892148065921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/4360807892148065921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/4360807892148065921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/08/fly.html' title='FLY'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-689161739301184655</id><published>2010-08-02T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T01:41:18.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#NOWPLAYING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;天涼了　雨下了　妳走了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Tian liang le, yu xia le, ni zou le&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt;The sky has turned cold, the rain has fallen, and you have gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;清楚了　我愛的　遺失了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Qing chu le, wo ai de, yi shi le&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt;It’s clear now, the one I love has been lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;落葉飄在湖面上睡著了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Luo ye piao zai hu mian shang shui zhao le&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt;The fallen leaves have floated onto the surface of the lake and fallen asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;想要放　放不掉　淚在飄&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Xiang yao fang, fang bu diao, lei zai piao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt;Wanting to let go, but can’t let go, tears are flowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;妳看看　妳看　看不到&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Ni kan kan, ni kan, kan bu dao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt;Take a look, look, but you can’t see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;我假裝過去不重要　卻發現自己辦不到&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Wo jia zhuang guo qu bu zhong yao, que fa xian zi ji ban bu dao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt;I pretend that the past isn’t important, but realized I can’t do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;說了再見　才發現再也見不到&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Shuo le zai jian cai fa xian zai ye jian bu dao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt;After saying goodbye, I realize I can never see you again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;我不能就這樣失去妳的微笑&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Wo bu neng jiu zhe yang shi qu ni de wei xiao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt;I cannot just lose your smile like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;口紅待在桌角　而妳我找不到&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Kou hong dai zai zhuo jiao er ni wo zhao bu dao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt;The lipstick is left on the corner of the table, but both you and I cannot find it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;若角色對調妳說好不好&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Ruo jiao se dui diao ni shuo hao bu hao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt;What do you feel about swapping roles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;說了再見　才發現再也見不到&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Shuo le zai jian cai fa xian zai ye jian bu dao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt;After saying goodbye, I realize I can never see you again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;能不能就這樣忍著痛淚不掉&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Neng bu neng jiu zhe yang ren zhe tong lei bu diao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt;Can I just hold in my tears like this and not let them fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;說好陪我到老　永恆往那裡找&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Shuo hao pei wo dao lao, yong heng wang na li zhao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt;You promised to be with me till we’re old, finding eternity there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;再次擁抱一分一秒都好&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Zai ci yong bao yi fen yi miao dou hao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt;Even embracing for a minute, a second, again is good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;[Back to start]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;妳的笑　妳的好　腦海裡　一直在繞&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Ni de xiao ni de hao nao hai li yi zhi zai rao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt;Your smile, your goodness, revolves endlessly in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;我的手　忘不了　妳手的溫度&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Wo de shou wang bu liao ni shou de wen du&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt;My hand cannot forget the warmth of your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;心碎了一地　撿不回從前的心跳　身陷過去我無力逃跑&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Xin sui le yi di jian bu hui cong qian de xin tiao, shen xian guo qu wo wu li tao pao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt;My heart has shattered all over, can’t find back the heartbeat from the past, stuck in the past I am powerless to escape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;說再見　才發現再也見不到&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Shuo zai jian cai fa xian zai ye jian bu dao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt;Said goodbye, then I realize I can never see you again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;能不能就這樣忍著痛淚不掉&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Neng bu neng jiu zhe yang ren zhe tong lei bu diao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt;Can I just hold in my tears like this and not let them fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;說好陪我到老　永恆往那裡找&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Shuo hao pei wo dao lao, yong heng wang na li zhao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt;You promised to be with me till we’re old, finding eternity there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;再次擁抱一分一秒都好&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Zai ci yong bao yi fen yi miao dou hao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(224, 102, 102);"&gt;Even embracing for a minute, a second, again is good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-689161739301184655?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/689161739301184655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=689161739301184655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/689161739301184655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/689161739301184655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/08/nowplaying.html' title='#NOWPLAYING'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-4447358607711989695</id><published>2010-07-30T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T04:16:32.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HECTIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SUPERB HECTIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I WISH TO HAVE ANOTHER LONG HOLIDAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REGARDS, MAUREN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: iloveyoumoreandmore:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-4447358607711989695?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/4447358607711989695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=4447358607711989695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/4447358607711989695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/4447358607711989695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/07/hectic.html' title='HECTIC'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-5807542758194676342</id><published>2010-07-22T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T05:49:22.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALERT</title><content type='html'>We just start the Senior High for two weeks and bad news.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE MONTHLY TEST&lt;/span&gt; STILL 3 WEEKS TO GO! How about others? Are you guys mentally plus physically ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards, mauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;PS: Katze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-5807542758194676342?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/5807542758194676342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=5807542758194676342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/5807542758194676342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/5807542758194676342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/07/alert.html' title='ALERT'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-9026506423026883783</id><published>2010-07-09T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T23:50:27.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/TDgWfiiHOOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ugeURij7nNg/s1600/IMG_0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/TDgWfiiHOOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ugeURij7nNg/s200/IMG_0109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492164476679960802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WELCOMING MY NEW BOYFRIEND :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;canon eos 500D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;thank you mommy for bought it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;regards, mauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: no more school daze, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-9026506423026883783?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/9026506423026883783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=9026506423026883783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/9026506423026883783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/9026506423026883783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-new-boyfriend.html' title='My New Boyfriend'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/TDgWfiiHOOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ugeURij7nNg/s72-c/IMG_0109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-3317225230507160692</id><published>2010-07-03T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T23:31:34.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Way to Remember</title><content type='html'>tomorrow will be my first day wearing SHS' uniform to school. Feeling not as usual but actually I'm proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm more mature when I put on it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I miss my school and those stuffs. Just cleaned my room this morning and I found out things that I called as memory. A great memory of course.&lt;br /&gt;I picked a paper on my drawer, written the first day, date and everything there. It ends on 25th June. hey, I suddenly miss him. But, I'm not regretting my option, it's quite right.&lt;br /&gt;I picked an album, guess what's on it! photos with them :) when Deb and I went to Parapat, when we made some messy time in school. all there! I wish I could go to school ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;They all are in my heart always :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards, mauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-3317225230507160692?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3317225230507160692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=3317225230507160692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/3317225230507160692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/3317225230507160692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/07/way-to-remember.html' title='A Way to Remember'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-3956070622602711738</id><published>2010-06-29T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T22:18:53.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of JUNE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;my JUNE starts with happiness, ends with a bunch of Joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards, mauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: Early July ILY :)&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/6355113780204070819-3956070622602711738?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3956070622602711738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=3956070622602711738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/3956070622602711738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/3956070622602711738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/06/end-of-june.html' title='End of JUNE'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-3406673124372394901</id><published>2010-06-17T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:44:56.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BASIC INFO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Mauren Tanaka&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: 3rd November 1995&lt;br /&gt;Age: turn to 15&lt;br /&gt;Sex: F&lt;br /&gt;Location: Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;Nationality: Indonesian&lt;br /&gt;Religion: Buddha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite:&lt;br /&gt;Drink: Coca Cola, Lemon Tea&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant: BABURA :D&lt;br /&gt;TV Show: don't really love to watch TV&lt;br /&gt;City: Singapore, Paris&lt;br /&gt;Food: french fries, tenderloin, fried rice and sushi&lt;br /&gt;Dessert: cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;Magazine: gogirl, cosmogirl, bgirl, asianstar, sister&lt;br /&gt;Way to Relax: music, design and outdoor&lt;br /&gt;Place: my room&lt;br /&gt;Cell Phone: blackberry&lt;br /&gt;Designer: hermes&lt;br /&gt;Shoe: -&lt;br /&gt;Date: -&lt;br /&gt;Color: pink and black&lt;br /&gt;Day: windy&lt;br /&gt;Season: winter&lt;br /&gt;Makeup: chanel&lt;br /&gt;Store: as long as it sells good things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Boy: Aaron!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie: I love what I watched&lt;br /&gt;Animal: dolphin&lt;br /&gt;Form of Transportation: as long as it works *hihi*&lt;br /&gt;Actor: Aaron, Richard Gere&lt;br /&gt;Outfit: depends on mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your…&lt;br /&gt;Wallet: white&lt;br /&gt;Toothbrush: pink pepsodent&lt;br /&gt;Jewelry Always : -&lt;br /&gt;Pillowcase: pink&lt;br /&gt;Eyes: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;Room: it's pink!&lt;br /&gt;Love Life: SECRET!&lt;br /&gt;Piercings: ears&lt;br /&gt;Wearing: bossini's black t-shirt and black shorts&lt;br /&gt;Wanting: happiness, success, wealthy, health&lt;br /&gt;On the iPod: Luck - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you ate: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Something you’re afraid of: God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-3406673124372394901?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3406673124372394901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=3406673124372394901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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find out a song titled "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GOTTA FIND YOU&lt;/span&gt;" by Jonas. A nice song with a beautiful lyrics and myself enjoy it much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You're the voice I heard inside my head,&lt;br /&gt;the reason that I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to enjoy my days, weather seems not supporting me to have some books on bookstore. So, I need to face myself in front this PC, the only babe I have when the weather not supporting me to have some outdoor fun. Seems myself is falling for someone out there, but today this man won't be the main topic, fellas. what to do? what to do? *need to off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards, mauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: You are piece of the missing and now I've found you :)&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/6355113780204070819-2515319175233335300?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2515319175233335300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=2515319175233335300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482857925574001842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/TBcGO9_GBLI/AAAAAAAAAQU/hBxdZvOAki8/s1600/Image154.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nothing to do :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-5887007006962127450?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/5887007006962127450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=5887007006962127450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/5887007006962127450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/5887007006962127450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/06/free.html' title='FREE'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/TBcGPz0vJxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/OGolKRj9hx8/s72-c/Image184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-4667811174100465101</id><published>2010-06-14T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T21:46:26.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOODLESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I could fly even just for a minute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I could hang on the sky and looking down the earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I could follow you anywhere and protect your soul everytime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell you I love You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart beating fast when you are here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because darling I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;regards, mauren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-4667811174100465101?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/4667811174100465101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=4667811174100465101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/4667811174100465101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/4667811174100465101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/06/moodless.html' title='MOODLESS'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-4322546319400589773</id><published>2010-06-02T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T01:50:30.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 THINGS ABOUT ME</title><content type='html'>(To do this, go to “notes” under tabs on your profile page, copy and paste this note, erase my answers and enter your own, tag people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage: Mango's cake&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call : Daddy&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message: Felix TC&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to: Complicated&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried: 3 days ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice: no&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on: absolutely yes, I think you too right?&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it: I never kissed&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special: yes, few days ago&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed: ever&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up: never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. black&lt;br /&gt;13. pink&lt;br /&gt;14. denim blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Made a new friend: yes! I meet new people ever day is the main reason.&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love: definitely yes&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried: ever, once.&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you: yes&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were: I always have them :)&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you: I don't think so?&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list:  NO&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know: I add them because I know them&lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want?: never think about it yet&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets: two! they are CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name: a big big NO. I love my name :D&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday: blast and bless *always*&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today: 7.30 with an alarm's help&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight: still tweeting with a panda's eyes. ho-oh&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you can't wait for: A NEW PART TIME JOB&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother: She's beside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: my weight&lt;br /&gt;32. eyes color: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: is Thomas counted as TOM?&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now: him&lt;br /&gt;35. Most visited webpage: facebook, twitter and blog!&lt;br /&gt;36. Whats your real name: MAUREN TANAKA&lt;br /&gt;37. Nicknames: mollen *I have some others too*&lt;br /&gt;38. Relationship Status: single prefect&lt;br /&gt;39. Zodiac sign: Scorpion&lt;br /&gt;40. Male or female?: female&lt;br /&gt;41. Primary school: Sutomo1&lt;br /&gt;42. Secondary school: sutomo1&lt;br /&gt;43. High school/college/university?: sutomo1 and I wish my college is LASALLE&lt;br /&gt;44. Hair color: black&lt;br /&gt;45. Long or short: short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Height: 163&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone?: yes&lt;br /&gt;48: What do you like about yourself?: almost my everything&lt;br /&gt;49. Piercings: nope&lt;br /&gt;51. Righty or lefty: righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. First surgery: never had any&lt;br /&gt;53. First piercing: never&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend: Debbie&lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined: basketball&lt;br /&gt;56. First vacation: Singapore&lt;br /&gt;58. First pair of trainers: never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Eating: no&lt;br /&gt;60. Drinking:no&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm about to: click reply on my phone&lt;br /&gt;62. Listening to: no&lt;br /&gt;63. Waiting for: a call from my uncle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;64. Want kids?: no yet think of it&lt;br /&gt;65. Get Married?: not really&lt;br /&gt;66. Career?: yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Lips or eyes: eyes&lt;br /&gt;68. Hugs or kisses : both&lt;br /&gt;69. Shorter or taller: taller&lt;br /&gt;70. Older or Younger: younger&lt;br /&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous: romantic&lt;br /&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms: arms?&lt;br /&gt;73. Sensitive or loud: loud! rock&lt;br /&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship: relationship&lt;br /&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant: troublemaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed a strange : no!&lt;br /&gt;77. Drank hard liquor: no!&lt;br /&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts: no&lt;br /&gt;79. Sex on first date: no!&lt;br /&gt;80. Broken someone's heart: I guess&lt;br /&gt;83. Turned someone down: maybe&lt;br /&gt;84. Cried when someone died: who's the person?&lt;br /&gt;85. Fallen for a friend?: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Yourself: I'm such an optimist&lt;br /&gt;87. Miracles: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;88. Love at first sight : never, but become a fan of first sight&lt;br /&gt;89. Heaven: yesssss&lt;br /&gt;90. Santa Claus: when I was toddler, but now a huge NO&lt;br /&gt;91. Kiss on the first date: no!&lt;br /&gt;92. Angels: maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: never&lt;br /&gt;95. Did you sing today?: yes. I sing almost every hours :D&lt;br /&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody?: YES YES YEEESSSS&lt;br /&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go? : when I was on grade 5&lt;br /&gt;98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it: 1st of January&lt;br /&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love?: yes, but I really do.&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 truths?: YES IF YOU TRUST ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-4322546319400589773?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/4322546319400589773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=4322546319400589773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/4322546319400589773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/4322546319400589773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/06/100-things-about-me.html' title='100 THINGS ABOUT ME'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-3522580573857087455</id><published>2010-06-02T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T01:26:11.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPECIAL</title><content type='html'>June really starts so amazing especially on today. I went to my first 2D class in the morning and the students all is above 40 except me :| *crasp* I wish I could pass the class smoothly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great point of today is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I WILL GET A PART-TIME WORK ASAP&lt;/span&gt;! cheers babeh! I love today so much!! HAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;PS: happy birthday grandma, wish you a longevity, prosperity and healthy for ever :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards, mauren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-3522580573857087455?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3522580573857087455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=3522580573857087455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/3522580573857087455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/3522580573857087455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/06/special.html' title='SPECIAL'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-2662882039072343337</id><published>2010-05-31T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T22:29:00.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO, JUNE</title><content type='html'>It's June first. Let's start this month with a big GREAT SMILE. haha. Having some chattering in front my lappy via msn with my dear sugar (jennessia, red.) HAHA. So thankful and feel great with her comment about my mom' website. She told me that LASALLE waiting for me. Yeah, I wish for it too. I wish I could attend LASALLE when I graduated from SHS. God Bless Me... AMEEEENNNN!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anw, here's my June's wish:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I will slimmer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I will thinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- People will be blessed by God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- health and wealth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- DSLR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regards, mauren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-2662882039072343337?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2662882039072343337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=2662882039072343337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/2662882039072343337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/2662882039072343337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-june.html' title='HELLO, JUNE'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-534821778694975780</id><published>2010-05-31T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T03:55:10.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifetime story'/><title type='text'>GREAT DAY</title><content type='html'>just finished some touch on my mom's website :) feeling so GREAT till I speechless and don't know how to describe this happiness. My work hard for months finally have a GREAT result. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;one word I would love to yell on this moment: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;EUREKA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to visit : http://thegift4u.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;PS: I'm not crying for farewell but I'm regretting for a meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-534821778694975780?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/534821778694975780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=534821778694975780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/534821778694975780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/534821778694975780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/05/great-day.html' title='GREAT DAY'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-7248986651356459375</id><published>2010-05-29T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T03:56:39.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>L - O - V - E</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;-MOTHER TERESA-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love&lt;br /&gt;-ALBERT EINSTEIN-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;regards,&lt;br /&gt;mauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-7248986651356459375?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7248986651356459375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=7248986651356459375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/7248986651356459375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/7248986651356459375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/05/l-o-v-e.html' title='L - O - V - E'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-3761817175860295417</id><published>2010-05-29T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T01:48:16.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>USELESS</title><content type='html'>I'm starring on my phone contact to wait someone's call or text but yeah.. It will never happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself being so down these days and tears can't stop flows in my eyes. Keeping the sorrow is not a truth way to do but I have no choice on facing facts. Reality still so Sour and Bitter to follows. Myself is dreaming for a sweet things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just look at the mirror and find out how ugly do my face is. I look older after crying and my face looks so bitter. Sorrow keep inside. I do happy when I face people but people don't know what's going on my right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peek-a-boo&lt;br /&gt;need to sign out from here&lt;br /&gt;need to continue day dream *yaaah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards,&lt;br /&gt;mauren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-3761817175860295417?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3761817175860295417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=3761817175860295417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/3761817175860295417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/3761817175860295417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/05/useless.html' title='USELESS'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-3551808828493974280</id><published>2010-05-21T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T01:58:28.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNPERFECT</title><content type='html'>Because of trying to kill the time, I waste my days just sit in front of my PC, browsing, chatting and others you can do with a unit of PC. Today, I'm extremely hate my internet connection :s It's running very slow and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I SWEAR THAT SNAIL WILL WIN IF THEY COMPETE AT MARATHON'S COMPETITION&lt;/span&gt;!! I don't know what to do with this extra-slow-connection so I just having myself blog walking. I went to one of my ex-teacher's blog (goethe.red).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read his post which titled "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tulus&lt;/span&gt;" suddenly I was touched with its story too. It tells about an elderly grandmother sat under the traffic lamp and yes.. she's a beggar. So, by that time too, A JHS' student stopped his bicycle beside the road and gave the grandmother some money from his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of his blog's post is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;this world still have kind-hearted men that would like to share them with others who are really in need&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regrads,&lt;br /&gt;mauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I have something to tell them, but I think for times and my soul still decided to not telling them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-3551808828493974280?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3551808828493974280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=3551808828493974280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/3551808828493974280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/3551808828493974280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/05/unperfect.html' title='UNPERFECT'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-6511725307768614961</id><published>2010-05-13T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T23:17:43.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The HOLIDAYS boredom</title><content type='html'>yes, guys, I'm holiday-ing. Sometimes, I appreciate to have this long long holidays but somehow I still feeling not happy with it. Holidays without vacation. Suddenly when I sit in front of my PC and have a chat with one of my classmate, I remember my school-days plus my class. I miss Millefeuille and its Crazy citizens which I mean my classmates. ahahahha. I miss my times having punishment from teacher. oh.. It's really JHS' Nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to do here, anw I wish to tell you about my friends and why the reason I miss them: let scroll..&lt;br /&gt;I especially miss my two besties who always accompanied my days during school. Debbie and Sanny ahahha, yes I especially miss them two. I miss Candy Halim with her act-cute-but-not-cute act ahahahha. I miss Albert mr.Squido with his messy acts ahahhaa. The point is.. I MISS YOU GUYS SO FULL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, stop here. I dont know what to tell you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Suddenly a bbm from Candy Halim ruined my mood. for the truth, she's absolutely TALKATIVE!!! hell ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards,&lt;br /&gt;mauren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-6511725307768614961?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6511725307768614961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=6511725307768614961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/6511725307768614961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/6511725307768614961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/05/holidays-boredom.html' title='The HOLIDAYS boredom'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-7554580265428826295</id><published>2010-04-08T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T08:31:10.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, there.</title><content type='html'>hello, fellas! it must be some months after my last post. My last post is about the CNY's eve. Now, it is some weeks before my three-month-holiday. Yeah, tons of tests are waiting for me this Monday. I wish to escape from this own life. Pressure is my main reason. School gives me a big pressure, family too. Sometimes I hopes to skip all the days. Skip my dreams ad so on. Life must not fun these days, but still must go on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found a brochure about a design's school. I'll go to fetch the school after tests. I damn in love with it! Guys, wish me luck! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um.. sorry for today. I'm using a lappy and I'm not really know how to work with it. I'm lo-tech... haha. No bonus for today post, guys :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regards, mauren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-7554580265428826295?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7554580265428826295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=7554580265428826295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/7554580265428826295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/7554580265428826295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-there.html' title='hello, there.'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-459403347415170261</id><published>2010-02-13T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T06:11:53.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY's eve always funtastic :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hello, nighto! I am writing you with a bunc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;h of joy! haha :) it's a CNY's eve which all the chinese families who celebrate CNY gather with their lovely family members. me too. My family and I gather together and have a nice dinner. special dinner I guess, which we can feel the JOY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;on ordinary days. I feel it just so-so, but I feel special when we laugh together, chattering and so on. We always busy and did not really bother each other in ordinary, we are too busy with our daily. tonigt, we share everything :)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;can't wait till tomorrow :) a lot of red pockets. haha! it will be fun. we are going to gather with relatives tomorrow. will be so fun fun fun and fun!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;actually it is valentine tomorrow. but it not really special because it falls together with CNY. family is important than lover, isn't it? yes is it. I don't really celebrate my valentine too. first, I haven't get my mr. right. second, it falls together with CNY. no chocolates or a bouquet of roses. it will pass without any special.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;need to go, bloggie! a lot of texts and email waiting for me to reply. my aunts, uncles, cousins, teachers and overseas friends. bubye :)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here my bonuses:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WISH ALL OF YOU A HAPPY CH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;INESE NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/S3ayp7JEdgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5pbLy4tdQCE/s1600-h/san-fran-chinese-new-year-parade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/S3ayp7JEdgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5pbLy4tdQCE/s200/san-fran-chinese-new-year-parade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437730033416566274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/S3ayqYx0_NI/AAAAAAAAAPw/fBaNN9z7y2E/s1600-h/Chinese-New-Year-Festival-in-Davao-City.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/S3ayqYx0_NI/AAAAAAAAAPw/fBaNN9z7y2E/s200/Chinese-New-Year-Festival-in-Davao-City.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437730041372146898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-459403347415170261?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/459403347415170261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=459403347415170261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/459403347415170261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/459403347415170261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/02/cnys-eve-always-funtastic.html' title='CNY&apos;s eve always funtastic :)'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/S3ayp7JEdgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5pbLy4tdQCE/s72-c/san-fran-chinese-new-year-parade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-8483705507499506283</id><published>2010-02-10T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T07:03:12.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no LAUGH for your SILLY JOKES</title><content type='html'>hey! my lovely country (Medan) these days always blackout! today, my house already blackout for 3hours. imagine 3hours trapped inside the microwave! Dark plus hot. I wish that I was born in North Pole befriend Polar bears, Penguins and so on their friends. but it is just my imagination, perfect imagination can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few days before valentine. nothing for these year. nothing special because it is also the first day of CNY, ambitious with red pockets not really ambitious with chocolates or roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no bonus for today&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sleepy dorky now. gonna off for the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-8483705507499506283?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8483705507499506283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=8483705507499506283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/8483705507499506283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/8483705507499506283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-laugh-for-your-silly-jokes.html' title='no LAUGH for your SILLY JOKES'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-8943595763038852569</id><published>2010-01-23T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T02:33:22.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Smile from You is The Best :)</title><content type='html'>I think it been a month from my last post right, bloggie? sorry a lot. I'm lazy and I admit. A tons of homework, a dozen of tests and a lot of problems. they are enough for me :(&lt;br /&gt;What day is it? 23rd January. We, I mean Equinox's students, went to Equinox for celebrating Adong-ko a.k.a Ayus birthday. We gave him surprise. A not-really-shocking surprise but we enjoy it. A guitar for him and a circle blackforest cake for him too. He looked happy and we love it.&lt;br /&gt;"sir, wish you a happy birthday and wish you all the best. gambatte. We love you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. let's back forward to 20th Jan. my uncle's wedding. A vintage wedding and I so so so love his house especially his Room. I thought that he can beat up the 7-star hotel. Guess, At night when his Wedding's party I saw the one I thought that is impossible to met him again. The second Jimmy Lin, I went in the Ballroom 1 minute before he finished singing. I captured him, but not his face. I missed his face :( so pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here the bonuses for all of you, reado:&lt;br /&gt;(not included his face, I forgot my USB cable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/S1rPuZ7_kCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/V_eHraWk7CA/s1600-h/P1200243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/S1rPuZ7_kCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/V_eHraWk7CA/s200/P1200243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429880696892002338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/S1rPu1-2KCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Tc1bXIusyn4/s1600-h/P1200328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/S1rPu1-2KCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Tc1bXIusyn4/s200/P1200328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429880704420161570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/S1rPvekbD6I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/sg-li7yAr-g/s1600-h/P1200331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/S1rPvekbD6I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/sg-li7yAr-g/s200/P1200331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429880715315187618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/S1rPv6rwbTI/AAAAAAAAAPY/L8Z_Rp22yMY/s1600-h/P1230411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/S1rPv6rwbTI/AAAAAAAAAPY/L8Z_Rp22yMY/s200/P1230411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429880722862140722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/S1rPweQ3CeI/AAAAAAAAAPg/zPRzRy7som0/s1600-h/P1230435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/S1rPweQ3CeI/AAAAAAAAAPg/zPRzRy7som0/s200/P1230435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429880732413004258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye, fellows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-8943595763038852569?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8943595763038852569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=8943595763038852569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/8943595763038852569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/8943595763038852569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/01/smile-from-you-is-best.html' title='A Smile from You is The Best :)'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/S1rPuZ7_kCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/V_eHraWk7CA/s72-c/P1200243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-793912155689232083</id><published>2010-01-07T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T01:04:20.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Costume for You, dear</title><content type='html'>hey, bloggie :)&lt;br /&gt;do you love your new costume? I feel it is more mature than before. so classy. hhe :)&lt;br /&gt;but I need to find for you the other, because I feel the background is messy. how do you think??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/S0WjZIcG6II/AAAAAAAAAO4/fwdBxjL_0Sw/s1600-h/catty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 115px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/S0WjZIcG6II/AAAAAAAAAO4/fwdBxjL_0Sw/s200/catty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423920978395064450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-793912155689232083?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/793912155689232083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=793912155689232083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/793912155689232083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/793912155689232083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-costume-for-you-dear.html' title='New Costume for You, dear'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/S0WjZIcG6II/AAAAAAAAAO4/fwdBxjL_0Sw/s72-c/catty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-8992416455907715788</id><published>2009-12-31T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T07:42:02.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2009</title><content type='html'>blog, remember last year. I used to be in China when it is Old n New. I was attending a study tour program. I used to united with them, we sat on the roof chattering and watched fireworks. oh.. how much I miss that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I study non-stop for this holidays, I want to improve my english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.. don;t know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wish all of you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-8992416455907715788?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8992416455907715788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=8992416455907715788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/8992416455907715788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/8992416455907715788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-2009.html' title='Goodbye 2009'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-1565063710043631459</id><published>2009-12-21T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:06:26.834-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifetime story'/><title type='text'>Back from the ruin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am getting fatter and fatter, till my momma and grandma start shouting me when I yelled for something to eat. Ya, it's going to be The fattest if I still can't stop my mouth. hell, I don't know why I was borned with a fatty body. but sure, you need to cherish what God give to you right? :/ It's not my fault to be fat and it's not my fault too if I can't getting slimmer that usual. It is nobody fault. But nowadays they said that SLIM is PRETTY. sigh.. just feel desperato. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma forces me to Diet as I need to workhard for not eating so much. hell, I wish to have a nice body like them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/SzB9U0_nmRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/6r-YhFG7Hk0/s1600-h/we.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417968148503042322" style="WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/SzB9U0_nmRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/6r-YhFG7Hk0/s200/we.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/SzB9VNJFt4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_KjVURX4biU/s1600-h/e3ed85ae64e6cd0a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417968154985215874" style="WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/SzB9VNJFt4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_KjVURX4biU/s200/e3ed85ae64e6cd0a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;another hell yell, Mozzilla Firefox, which Internet browser I use the mopst is broken. hell, now I'm using IE and it's bad quality for sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-1565063710043631459?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/1565063710043631459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=1565063710043631459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/1565063710043631459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/1565063710043631459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-from-ruin.html' title='Back from the ruin'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/SzB9U0_nmRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/6r-YhFG7Hk0/s72-c/we.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-7851916746892052545</id><published>2009-12-15T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:17:51.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The HELL Day</title><content type='html'>Really stunted there when the test paper was passed to me. why not, the questions all were just like hell. I wasn't understand everything there. hell biology! I just can do 20 from 45 questions, that means I'm failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah. the year-end test is already come, it is so hell so boring. PLN just like shit. when I was just want to start studying suddenly my house black out till midnight. how can I study with this situation and now it's my neighbor's turn, her house just black out and she turned on the Generator, it makes a lot of "zzz zzz" sound and it is annoying. again, I can't consentrate with my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell. I'm in a big big sleepy trouble. seeya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-7851916746892052545?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7851916746892052545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=7851916746892052545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/7851916746892052545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/7851916746892052545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2009/12/hell-day.html' title='The HELL Day'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-3512501489704499267</id><published>2009-12-11T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T04:58:25.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Ever Judge the Book by the Cover</title><content type='html'>daddy and mommy complained about my face, they said that my face looks pale and they forced me to eat suplement for stamina because of my health.&lt;br /&gt;yah.. maybe I am too tired, no, it is not too tired. I thought it just for these days, my health is worst. I have no voice and I often migraine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrrggghhh.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly it is end of the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-3512501489704499267?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3512501489704499267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=3512501489704499267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/3512501489704499267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/3512501489704499267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-ever-judge-book-by-cover.html' title='Don&apos;t Ever Judge the Book by the Cover'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-5129989496133627508</id><published>2009-12-09T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T01:43:05.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Want For Today</title><content type='html'>wishlist:&lt;br /&gt;really need an entertainment such like this things below :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/Sx9qhORMxxI/AAAAAAAAANI/yn1nvXFzDCM/s1600-h/psppink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/Sx9qhORMxxI/AAAAAAAAANI/yn1nvXFzDCM/s200/psppink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413162396121089810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/Sx9qg5xpW1I/AAAAAAAAANA/sQxFyD0G0YY/s1600-h/dspink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/Sx9qg5xpW1I/AAAAAAAAANA/sQxFyD0G0YY/s200/dspink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413162390620035922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this shirt I design by myself :DD (not really design lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/Sx9ulOFPY3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/_thUq6iT3hQ/s1600-h/basict_white1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/Sx9ulOFPY3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/_thUq6iT3hQ/s200/basict_white1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413166862836917106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;new pink laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/Sx9vpay1esI/AAAAAAAAANY/-mC8C2MEyrA/s1600-h/pink-vaio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/Sx9vpay1esI/AAAAAAAAANY/-mC8C2MEyrA/s200/pink-vaio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413168034480487106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pen tablet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/Sx9v_F8XjGI/AAAAAAAAANg/lMJAa09Sb3Y/s1600-h/tabletwithpen.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/Sx9v_F8XjGI/AAAAAAAAANg/lMJAa09Sb3Y/s200/tabletwithpen.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413168406840446050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treng treng...&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;new boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/Sx9w02tHwPI/AAAAAAAAANo/uozNJg_zKyw/s1600-h/normal_a3_1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/Sx9w02tHwPI/AAAAAAAAANo/uozNJg_zKyw/s200/normal_a3_1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413169330462900466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-5129989496133627508?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/5129989496133627508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=5129989496133627508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/5129989496133627508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355113780204070819/posts/default/5129989496133627508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/2009/12/what.html' title='What I Want For Today'/><author><name>Mauren Tanaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685420984524740879</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/_3KNd7kpv25k/SQ8XP-gZN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/qGk2xfV4dBo/S220/DSC00536.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KNd7kpv25k/Sx9qhORMxxI/AAAAAAAAANI/yn1nvXFzDCM/s72-c/psppink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355113780204070819.post-2033957608814584501</id><published>2009-12-03T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T05:13:46.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;haisss, bloggie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;don't know why, but i feel everything will change soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;maybe it been changed deliberately or it changed by itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;if I can back forward to memories, I liked to change everything again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;yesterday started sleeping at 12 o'clock, talked too much with cousins and wake up at 6 this early morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my face still very silly and my eyes still blur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I went to toilet and took a bathe, my daily work I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ate some leftover breakfast because mom not feeling well and did not wake up to cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;went to school like usually, but one thing, i forgot to take homework, a presentation homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so I promise my classmates that i would went home to grab it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;after school then tuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;not bad, happy time and laughed at tuition fixed my feeling a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;got a phone from tuition class, my class will start this saturday 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;yaaa.. tuition class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;family always advices me to do my best, don't force my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but if I don't learn and don't do anything how can I show up my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;okay, need to off in the second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;no photos or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;need to work on Deb's project...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355113780204070819-2033957608814584501?l=tanakamauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanakamauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2033957608814584501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355113780204070819&amp;postID=2033957608814584501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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