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  <title>Ningyoo hime no sekai</title>
  <subtitle>Rin_chan</subtitle>
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    <email>clara_lune@yahoo.com</email>
    <name>Rin_chan</name>
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  <updated>2006-09-22T01:20:05Z</updated>
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    <title>Quizzzzzzz time!</title>
    <published>2006-09-22T01:20:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-22T01:20:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1116193173Dwight2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Dwight&lt;/b&gt;. You are Dwight.&lt;br /&gt;You are eager to prove your worth to others. You will go out of your way to protect those you care about and people depend on you to get them out of trouble. Though you are helpful to people you like, those who rub you the wrong way are in trouble. You are outta your mind and you don't care who knows it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="300" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Dwight&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="70" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;70%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Hartigan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="70" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;70%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Marv&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="63" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Nancy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="60" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;60%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Becky&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="60" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;60%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Yellow bastard.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Shellie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="48" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;48%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Gail&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="48" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;48%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Jackie Boy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="38" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;38%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=35748"&gt;Which Sin City character are you (new version)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cinnam0n:24136</id>
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    <title>so let's see</title>
    <published>2006-05-15T12:44:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-15T12:44:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Malice Mizer- Beast of Blood</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ok... more than one year later- and after experiencing too many things- i finally remember that i STILL have a livejournal account...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, i'm not dead. i'm just too busy. if i'm writting here it's because i'm too bored, eheheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clau, schedule the meeting please? Küss</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cinnam0n:23985</id>
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    <title>cinnam0n @ 2005-01-14T01:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-13T16:19:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-13T16:19:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>talk show in nihongo</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Minna-san... arigato...&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cinnam0n:23289</id>
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    <title>*giggles*</title>
    <published>2004-12-14T12:16:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-14T12:16:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The sound of TV in the living room</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;TOMORROW TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;ONLY A DAY AAAAAWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nough said! :P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cinnam0n:22925</id>
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    <title>Óóóóói......</title>
    <published>2004-10-26T22:59:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-26T22:59:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...for those who thought that i was dead.... (d.e.d= dead) well... i am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gomen, ne? It's not that easy to get rid of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clau, answer my mail, bitte. :) Küss.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cinnam0n:22702</id>
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    <title>Addictions...</title>
    <published>2004-04-16T12:18:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-16T12:18:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lareine- Fuyu Tokyo</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sights: Hana Bi&lt;br /&gt;Sounds: Muse&lt;br /&gt;Flavours: Kinder Bueno&lt;br /&gt;Aromas: Amsterdamer&lt;br /&gt;Touches: Satin&lt;br /&gt;Intelect: .hack//infection (vol1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oh my... you know what they say... when it rains....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to VP today. Clau, dunno if you'll be reading this but gimme a call or something when you get back okay?</content>
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    <title>Baka danaaaa... (a.k.a raivinha de dentes profunda)</title>
    <published>2004-04-08T10:48:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-08T18:24:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Gackt- Mizerable (on repeeeeeeeat)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hmm, I guess today is one of those days I woke up feeling like ripping someone's head off. Oh yes. I'm only waiting for an excuse. People that know me know what I'm talking about, I have &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; look on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself how could I be so stupid last tuesday.... HOW?!?!?!? [insert moment of reflection here] I don't know. If stupidity meant money, I wouldn't be here writting this post right now, i'd be someplace else, for sure! Jesus, how could it be possible?!?!? Even I amazed myself with my own stupidity (vide &lt;i&gt;Allegro Ma Non Troppo&lt;/i&gt;)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how am I going to solve this. I don't know what awaits me. My goals are set, the stage is set. The only thing which is left to unwind is the path to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiseste festa. E como eu sou uma rapariguita que gosta muito de agradar, vais tê-la. Game on.</content>
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    <title>GMT+ 08.00</title>
    <published>2004-04-01T17:37:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-01T17:37:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lareine- Metamorphose</lj:music>
    <content type="html">eheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUNSHINEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cinnam0n:21987</id>
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    <title>Instant amnesia: add boiling water and stir</title>
    <published>2004-03-31T23:21:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-01T01:06:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lareine- Lillie Charlotte</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, well... what a day. Eheh.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up later than i wanted to (as usual). Really, they should come up with un-sleeping pills for me and Kikas... This is becoming a problem.&lt;br /&gt;I had appointed with HxKraft to meet her relatively early after her classes but she was a naughty girl and skipped classes so she was ready BEFORE time... Came online, had a conference with sunshine and K, went offline, talked to sunshine on the phone (delightful), looked at watch, coronary attack (I'M GOING TO BE BLOODY LATE TO THE BLOODY INTERVIEW (but it was my fault)). Decided to go to P. das Naçoes by car [insert "The Shark" soundtrack here- i'm a wild beast driving in Lisbon with Luna Sea raging out loud!!!]. Drove fast like hell. Faster than that only if I had been fired with a sling. Fortunately I still have some driving skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an interview (*looks sideways* erm...), HxKraft was already dead and tired of waiting for me, poor girl. We had a coffee, talked gossip and went to the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem #1- ...erm... where did i park the car? Floor -1... I-13... where are the goddamn elevators??? 10min are counting... (i have 10min to get to the car and leave from the moment one pays the ticket) "Clau, where are the goddamn elevators... i know i got in, but how do i get out?!?!? Somebody bring me a goddamn compass!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found the car. Got out. Head Odivelas with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem#2- Wrong turn. I have the orientation sense of a potatoe. "Clau, I think I took a wrong turn...hmmm..." Turn back. Wrong turn #2 "Clau, have i ever mentioned how I hate driving here??" Back to where we began. Finally on the right way. Odivelas, park the car, subway, Entrecampos, train to Sintra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sintra, it's still on the same place (like... duh?). We ended up not going to where i wanted to but... jesus christ, Sintra is just so wonderful and I so rarely go there... We went to a park (one of the 427, LOLOL) and stood there for hours, having a snack, listening to birds (they are so cute) and talking shit about people we know/knew (is it correct to mention it this way?). Favourite line of the afternoon: "Sócio Melroooo!!!! Anda cá Sócio Melrooooo!!!" (I'm a sucker for megpies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home to change and meet Kikas. Deadly trio back in action. Biiiig mistake...&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at the japanese restaurant. Now, ladies and gentlemen... can u spell disgrace??? Where to start... should i start with the declaration of war to chopsticks? Or should I start with the deep questionary over sushi i was submmited to ("what's this? and that? that coming out?  the food is spinning to fast for me!!!")? I asked several times to be hit with the grilling pan... (somebody please have mercy on me and spare me the embarassment :P) But i wasn't on my fave days either, my chopsticks were shaking all over... ...using mother language, chamem-lhe nervoso miudinho (shhhhh, Kikas) eheheheheheheheheheheh...&lt;br /&gt;But it was a wonderful walk down memory lane, we remembered so many things, teachers, colleagues, the times we got drunk on school trips, me hunting down little children on the schoolyard. &lt;br /&gt;By the end we even ended up taking pictures with the my cute asian friend from the restaurant, she's too cuuuteee (jesus, today she even hugged me and kissed me!!! am I friendly or what??)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my... i missed this so much. True fun. It doesn't matter wether things are right or wrong, if i'm feeling down or not, if life sucks or not, who came first (the egg or the chicken?)... It all can wait. Today I truly forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/trio.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/trio.jpg" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;We rokk soxx!! So IVAL!!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/meandclau.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/meandclau.jpg" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Me and HxKraft. Do we look bad? We're not...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/clauandana.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/clauandana.jpg" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;HxKraft (polite, neee?) and Kikas... erm... and Xoninhas (i call him that but he's actually nice) as background (i swear that man will kick me out of the restaurant one of these days, i'm always demanding for more tunaaa!!!)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/moca.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/moca.jpg" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;HxKraft, Cinn-chan (a.k.a me) and my cutie friend with a new haircut. She's so sweet to me and so goddamm cute! (too bad K didn't focus very well, what a shame)&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Leftovers, FCE, FFX-2, Time Crisis 3, epileptical seizure, bumps on the head, more leftovers</title>
    <published>2004-03-26T12:23:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-26T12:27:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Efervescência (there goes my reputation...)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My, oh my, oh my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[insert silly blabbering here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to VP tonight. I'm still under the secondary effects of the recent events and i need my mom fondling my hair more than ever. And i need to fall asleep with my little girl silently watching me on my pillow. This may sound silly but screw you all. We all need it sometimes and don't tell me it doesn't feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only write random stuff. I don't remember exact days or hours. My brain is totally messed up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retrospective:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly remember the day but I went with Mikey to the British Council. He made me dwell for hours in Bairro Alto (Tall Neighbourhood (TRIBUTE TO JACK!!)) /Rato (Mouse, eheh (TRIBUTE TO JACK!!)) and after me saying i had a blister he finally says: "Hmm, i don't really remember where it is". On that moment I decided I'd find it even if it meant total starvation. Finally found it. I was so happy I almost kissed the gate with emotion. But I lost all happiness 5 min later. The FCE exam costs 148euro and consists of 5 tests. Deep epileptical seizure. 'nough said.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner that night at the jap. rest of O.P (duh, no money for more) with Mikey. Afterwards, I drove Mikey to Malveira to see my mom, they were missing eachother deeply (I swear, if my mom hadn't married my dad and if she was younger (or Mikey older) they would be in love. Besides, Mikey is always calling my mom his fianceé. Eheh, amusing.) Drove him back home (me driving in Lisbon? THE APOCALIPSE IS NEAR!!) and returned home myself. Ended up feeling like s***.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday night: mistake. Big mistake. I can't believe how on earth i could blow up the entire credit of my cellphone with... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Nils' birthday party. I loved it. Don't know how my mood remained untouchable all night (yay, I should be proud of myself).&lt;br /&gt;We ate at the japanese restaurant at Odivelas Parque, as the situation demanded. Maguro no akuma strikes back part 67 and 15/22. I played Time Crisis 'till I was sweating. I swear i didn't know it could be so fun. Gotta get a G-Con2 ASAP so I can amuse myself.&lt;br /&gt;Drove to VP that same night. Inner conflict. Face your fears. Me with FFX-2 on my hand and shaking all over and repeating incessantly to myself "You &lt;b&gt;ARE&lt;/b&gt; going to play. You're going to open that box, remove the CD, turn the system on, &lt;b&gt;DELETE PREVIOUS SAVES&lt;/b&gt;, insert the CD, push the X button and start from scratch. And you're going to make a heck of a team like you always do." After the first 4 hours and some kleenexes I was already eager enough to go on and able to dissociate. (And, for those who are laughing their asses out because of me having an inner conflict because of a game, you can all go amuse yourselves with a baseball bat dripping Gallo olive oil and wrapped up with barbed-wire as you have no idea of what i'm referring to. It's not about the game. It's about the person who gave it to me. So you can please all suck my...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to meet JC (from Game Stage) this tuesday but he fell ill... i'm worried, his health is so fragile. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with Kikas and Kat on wednesday. I talked a lot with Kat and she almost slapped me countless times (and if i know her well, one more and i'd get hurt). That's Kat. Violently honest and honestly violent. But i'm needing a few shakes (*helmet on*). &lt;br /&gt;Been with Jack by the end of the afternoon. The very first time after the avalanch. &lt;br /&gt;Been with Flippo by the evening and we discussed a videogame orgy over a cup of coffee and a bar of Kinder Bueno (latest addiction).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have lunch with K today. Got plenty to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go out. I desperately need to get drunk and do something stupid.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cinnam0n:21110</id>
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    <title>cinnam0n @ 2004-03-20T02:37:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-20T02:37:41Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-20T02:37:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">That's it, I'm going nuts here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading to VP right now.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cinnam0n:20751</id>
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    <title>Press Conference</title>
    <published>2004-03-19T16:01:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-19T16:05:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mr. Children- Over</lj:music>
    <content type="html">These are the official comments to the recent events from the competent entities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kikas: *Confetti Strike*&lt;br /&gt;Miss Kat: *holds cigarette* "Acordou? Ai é? E ela vem cá ter?" *after full explanation:* Axo muito bem, acho que sim, só lhe faz é bem"&lt;br /&gt;Jack: *out of words* "Make haste"&lt;br /&gt;Mikey: ......................."So, you were saying you wanted to go to the British Council, right? Let's do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nough said.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cinnam0n:20658</id>
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    <title>cinnam0n @ 2004-03-16T12:08:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-16T12:10:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-16T12:10:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>L. Sea- Genesis of mind (i guess, i can't think...)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It has begun today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beggining of the end.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cinnam0n:20455</id>
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    <title>aWEEEEEEEE!</title>
    <published>2004-03-15T16:35:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-15T16:51:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>L'Arc en Ciel endlessly on repeat</lj:music>
    <content type="html">...why? dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those rare days on which i woke up with a terrible WONDERFUL mood. Don't know why though. Better grab it while I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late, as usual. Phone ringing. I remember I yelled something like &lt;b&gt;" I was sleeping... YOU WOKE ME UP, WHAT DO YOU EXPECT?!?"&lt;/b&gt;, the battery ran off, i dropped the phone, grumbled something and rolled to the other side. Sweet (honestly i doubt that the person on the other side found it sweet but... it's not my fault!!! I'm not responsible for my actions when I'm asleep! At all!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragged my body out of bed utterly late but smiling. Stupid... but smiling. Put the L'Arc en Ciel CD on repeat and danced all over the place while fixing breakfast (at 3pm???). Found Jota online, he invited me to watch a movie tonight. About Japan. I didn't even blink before saying "hell, yes, count me in!". He's studying japanese and the movie will be at the university where he has his jp classes. I'll try to join on the next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to go to the U.S embassy this week. If things don't work one way, I'll make them work in some other way. Game on. And may the force be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last few days were very rough for me, for reasons I think that I don't think it's worth mentioning. I have some unfinished business (some of them i've been dragging them for years now), and I'll start eliminating them. One by one. With icy cold precision (eheh). And I know EXACTLY where to start. Can't hold this situation anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but right now... I feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: coming up next... silly pictures of me and Kikas, Koalas and other funky things with Kapital K</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cinnam0n:20093</id>
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    <title>Pastilha MUITO Retro (muito muito muito retro mesmo)</title>
    <published>2004-03-13T16:39:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-13T16:41:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hamasaki Ayumi- Real Me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">For those acquainted with FF-X...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just whistle and i'll come running.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que retro que eu estou hoje...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cinnam0n:19771</id>
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    <title>Shake, shake, shake, run, run, run</title>
    <published>2004-03-12T04:17:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-12T04:40:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Yuiko Tsubokura- Ao no Requiem</lj:music>
    <content type="html">First of all, lemme say that it was quite a shock for me to be awaken by my mom today with the sentence: "Madrid is in state of emergency" Then i saw the news. My first thought went to Hxkraft... They said it was ETA. I thought to myself "No. This isn't their &lt;i&gt;modus operandi&lt;/i&gt;. ETA strikes individual targets, carefully selected, usually of political importance. This is something bigger, planned by some other faction. This is bloodshed. ETA doesn't shed blood in vain..." Finally, by the end of the day, Al-Qaeda assumes it. Another shock. &lt;b&gt;I WAS RIGHT...&lt;/b&gt; ...'nough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, stayed at VP for two days. Played loads of X-2 (vengeance is blissssssss!!!!). Last night I had the most stupid "Game Over" in my entire life. I guess I was staring the screen for 5min and repeating to myself "nah... this didn't happen... this did NOT happen" before deciding myself to drag my body to the bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been with Kikas today. She's delightful, as usual. Specially when she starts showing me videos when i'm saying incessantly "hon, i promised i'd be online by 0.00am!!!!" But we got some funky pics, eheheh, ne linda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 0.45 (yes, i got late thanks to KIKAS "ZEE" BITCH!!) I was working around the clock. Online. Revising a document. Complex. 'Till now. But it was good. At least I think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Something feels so wrong tonight. I really can't explain what it is but... something's not right. Ever had that feeling? Hmmm, it's probably the music...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, i need to get some serious fun. Really. I need to bust some heads too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nough said.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cinnam0n:19653</id>
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    <title>Gimme some needles...</title>
    <published>2004-03-09T12:06:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-09T12:06:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Luna Sea- Civilize</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Haven't written in some time. M.I.A. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been away at Malveira, on work (well, sort of). But it turned out ok, according to the feedback i had.&lt;br /&gt;On saturday, I went to the N.D.L.A. The Nuklear Dawn Live Akt was absolutely outstanding. Congratulations guys and keep up the wonderful work!! The after party was very nice as well. My mind was totally upside down but for a few hours i managed to be/feel completely free. (Oh, and by the way, if anyone's wondering  were those weird hiragana scribblings on the windows came from, it was me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...oh my... the itch...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday I made a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig mistake. I played something i shouldn't have (my fault though, i was the one who wanted to play it, baka, baka, baka, baka!!!! who told u to do such a thing?!?!?!?), it was supposed to be just to show Kikas ("now i'm gonna shove it down your throat, bitch, you won't be talking for two weeks") but... i guess it was me who ended up with the chin wabbling all over. Pure torture. Some time after I asked her if what was going through my head was wrong. She stopped, turned back, looked at me with that #592 look and asked "WHY???". We both shrugged and I said "oh... ok." and we forgot it. We ended up taking silly pictures of our "koalas" (and she was trying hard to capture that "i'm-thinking-of-R-rated-stuff-does-it-show-a-lot?" look on my face but the FAIIIIILEEEEDDDDDAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHTOUGHLUCKHONBETTERLUCKNEXTTIMEEEEEEEAHAHAHIMNOTTHATEASYTOGET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...itch...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get any sleep yesterday, so i took that time to do some cleanings. The Oscar goes to Kikas for giving me the initial push (on the prior day): "from this door ahead, it's a dimensional vortex, girl, you should take care of this!" I realized that my PS2 game collection has reached the proud number of 17 GOOD games (i'm not even going to mention the PS games number) and my manga collection doesn't stop growing. So far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-X (1999); by Clamp: 1-18 (4 to go)&lt;br /&gt;-Chobits; by Clamp: 1-7 (1 to go)&lt;br /&gt;-Lawful Drug; by Clamp: 1 and 2 (still being produced)&lt;br /&gt;-Tokyo Babylon; by Clamp: 1-7 (completed last week- i swear i cried my heart out reading that)&lt;br /&gt;-RG Veda; by Clamp: 1-10 (completed last week- oh my, what a slaughter...)&lt;br /&gt;-Magic Knight Rayearth; by Clamp: 1-6 (complete)&lt;br /&gt;-Clover; by Clamp: 1-4 (complete)&lt;br /&gt;-Shoujo Kakumei Utena; by Chito Saito and Be Papas (holds back pretty hard not to laugh): 1 and 2 (dunno how many volumes)&lt;br /&gt;-Tenchi Muyo; by Hitoshi Okuda: 1-10 (still being produced)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I love Clamp's work. End of statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...it itchessssss.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pretty WEIRD things have been happening to me and to the ones i love recently. And geography doesn't seem do be important. It's probably the moon. Either that or it's the malefic influence of Euro 2004+Rock in Rio (Tejo?).  Let's hope it goes away soon, LOLOLOL. I'm tired of seeing the people i love getting sad... I don't want to start an obliteration process...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh...* Trying to keep my temper cold and the fuse long, but sometimes it's hard. Gotta keep my head on the place where it belongs to: on the top of my neck. Ne?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cinnam0n:19340</id>
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    <title>Vague...</title>
    <published>2004-03-09T03:16:38Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-09T03:16:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Luna Sea- Face to Face</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have much to tell but absolutely no patience not mood to do so now. I'll do it tomorrow if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you give up &lt;b&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/b&gt; for a dream?&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cinnam0n:19104</id>
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    <title>Quiz-ze-ze-ze</title>
    <published>2004-03-08T13:54:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-08T13:56:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>LUNA SEEEEEEAAAAAA!!!!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/songstresslenne/1056055095_izzesrikku.jpg" border="0" alt="Rikku"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rikku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/songstresslenne/quizzes/Which%20Final%20Fantasy%20X-2%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Final Fantasy X-2 character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Yeah, so it shows a lot of skin. Who cares, it's cute!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not &lt;b&gt;THAT&lt;/b&gt; hyper... *turns off batteries* See?</content>
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    <title>Hidden in a bowl of white rice with a pickle on the top</title>
    <published>2004-02-17T13:59:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-17T13:59:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Okui Masami- Shuffle</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm going undercover for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;You haven't seen me..................... right?&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*winks*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Sore wa ai janaaaaaaaaaiiiii....</title>
    <published>2004-02-11T14:19:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-11T14:19:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Koeda- Kirari Sailor Dream (Sparkle)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ai wa sore janaaaaaaaaaaiiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*keeps humming Excels Saga"'s opening*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://laserchicken.com/excel/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://laserchicken.com/excel/hyatt.gif" width="250" height="128"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahah!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cinnam0n:18253</id>
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    <title>Frozen</title>
    <published>2004-02-11T01:21:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-11T01:22:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Digimon Frontier- The Last Element</lj:music>
    <content type="html">...as I was heading to Baixa-Chiado, to meet Jack and Necro for the mid-afternoon coffee, there was this guy that sat in front of me at the subway train. Me? Well, I was doing what usually one does when one is alone at the subway train: minding my own business. My mind dwells easily and it's not difficult for me to keep myself busy while losing myself on my thoughts. But this time I think I took it too far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...suddenly, when I was getting up to leave the train, the guy turns to me, out of the blue, and says: "Excuse me, miss...? ...don't be so serious." I was like: "what??" He said: "You're so serious...I really don't know where your mind is, but please don't be so worried. Having a pretty face like that and looking so worried is not good for you. Don't waste your mind and heart like that. I'm sure it-whatever it is- can wait." I must've turned to the whitest shade of pale available on my skin, almost felt the body temperature dropping. The most unbelievable list of sentences flashed violently through my head but then... "It's true. You have no idea of how right you are. Thank you so much and please have a good evening." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I managed to leave the train with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral da historia: Jesus... is it &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; obvious...?</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Widow Maker</title>
    <published>2004-02-10T11:25:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-10T12:10:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mr. Children- Over</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yesterday I had one of those days i simply prefer to forget. Ever heard of "Murphy Day" (when you think everything today went wrong... smile; tomorrow will be worse *knocks on wood*)? My point exactly. It seems that nothing planned went well. And according to Nils, my alternative to those plans didn't go well either so had I chosen the alternative it'd still go wrong. Jesus... (including my Ryoko model falling on the ground from the shelf and cracking the base and breaking a bit of hair. Result: me, at 2am crouching, with a huge flashlight on my hand looking madly and desperately for something blue real tiny and spike shaped. I even cried. Really. I finally managed to find it today (with daylight), gotta glue it A.S.A.P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I had a coffee with Jack and Necro(-sama), who borrowed me "The Lawnmower Man", one of the movies of my life-fe-fe-fe. I guess that pretty much saved the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Jack in one thing he said yesterday: FNAC gives us "walletache". Sonic Heroes for PS2 is out already (and it makes me sick to think that FFX-2 will be out in a couple of days and that I'm &lt;b&gt;TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY FLAT BROKE&lt;/b&gt;. "Flatter" than this and there'd be a dimensional vortex on my wallet...), I really wanted to have 17.50euro to buy a ticket for Kodo (they're perfoming this week, 13th and 14th of feb) but tough luck, saw lovely DVDs (like Vampire Princess Miyu, GTO- the movie, Hellsing), oh my... that book i've been reading about the tea cerymony (which is absolutely gorgeous but the price isn't gorgeous at all)... like I said... deep "walletache" and an urge to bust the nearest bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At FNAC I ended up doing I haven't done in a very long time, while enjoying a slice of chocolate cake (the world is going to end... i NEVER eat chocolate cake!!!): writting. I wrote. I wrote again. And I kept on writting. Random thoughts, like I usually do, meaningless sentences mixed up with not-so-meaningless words, things that went thorugh my head, the pen driven by something i don't recognize on me. Ironically, mainly questions. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water baloons fights have already begun at my street. Yay. I crossed the 20meters between the bus stop and my building door in total and complete panic. But I &lt;b&gt;swear&lt;/b&gt;(!!) that if something happens to me or my car (yes, because they love to screw up cars on this season) I'll have a stainless steel baseball batt with the words &lt;i&gt;"Widow Maker"&lt;/i&gt; engraved on it as my new best friend (don't take it personally Kikas but you have to admit: a baseball batt is so... &lt;i&gt;reliable&lt;/i&gt;...)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Tuesday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9.30am. Praise the lord, i managed to leave the "coma-like-state" without secondary effects (actually, i didn't sleep so well so it wasn't much of problem, three alarm clocks solved that issue). I feel terrible, my face looks like I had a close encounter with a truck running A8 at 150km/h. Talked to sunshine, he's going out for a few days. Read mail. Ended up feeling like s*** and listening to "I-oughta-give-myself-a-shot-in-the-head" songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[enter schizo mode]&lt;br /&gt;*slaps herself* Snap out of it, hon, you have a full list of "To do" things posted on your fridge door. Stop vegetating! Go out, fetch them and tell'em i sent you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;[leave schizo mode]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...what the hell is wrong with me?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cinnam0n:17425</id>
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    <title>Specially for Jack</title>
    <published>2004-02-09T15:41:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-09T15:45:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mr. Children- Kuchibue</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Sice we're having a movie marathon on Feb 14th, including Battle royale I and II (can't get sick o'em)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/tatsu.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/tatsu.jpg" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Tatsuya Fujiwara in all his beauty. Love this pic.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, c'mon Jaaaack.... he's cute. And here you have a wonderful view of his tooth. Eheheheh, neeee?&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cinnam0n:17349</id>
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    <title>The 127 variations of the word "janade"???</title>
    <published>2004-02-09T02:10:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-09T03:11:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mr. Children- Not Found</lj:music>
    <content type="html">...later at Grogs, things went relatively well. I kidnaped my dear Jack for one of our looong, nice and inteligent talks, and I felt really well after talking to him. Points of view were shared, truths were spoken, opinions discussed... I felt so much lighter afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;After Grog's we went to the Aquari...oops, Op-Art!, that's it, Op-Art! And LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! lemme tell you!: amidst the fog (really "silent hill"ish) on the riverside and a bouncy bouncer that didn't let me in (I tell you! He was jealous of my legs!!! He wanted ones like mine so he took his vengeance on not letting me in!), EVERYTHING HAPPENED (!!): from seeing a guy headbanging to the sound of electro-something to conceiving a whole new word... everything was possible...&lt;br /&gt;Ok, yes, we SAW a guy, headbanging roughly to the sound of the music... AND WE GOT PROOFS!! Necro bravely got in, fought against the starved fishe...i mean, the crowd, and took a picture!! i'll post it as soon as Hxkraft sends it to me.&lt;br /&gt;And Necro-sama (bahah) invented a new word! ジャナデ a.k.a "janade". It derived from a certain event where a totally screwed up (therefore "janado") guy messed up with me. Necro said "baka, ne?" I replied "so desu..." and suddenly he says: "No!! not "baka, ne"! Janade!" Bear in mind that the entonation is the same as "baka, ne" and it's written in katakana as it's not japanese (but since most people don't have the slightest idea of what i'm talking about, let's skip it, right?). We laughed our @$$es out. End of statement. It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[To be fulfilled, the photoshoot in front of Op-Art with the Finding Nemo plushes.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of the night. (Some were bad so I selected the best)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/tie.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/tie.jpg" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The tie Brigade at Hennessy's-  Jack (a.k.a Tullaris) and me&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/jack.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/jack.jpg" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Jack, trying to drink mango lassi through his, er... nose?!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/soph.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/soph.jpg" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the always cute Soph :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/me.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/me.jpg" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;me. Cinn-chan. 'nough said, ne?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/necro.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/necro.jpg" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Necro in a good mood&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/melaugh.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/melaugh.jpg" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;do i look baka or what?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/hxkraft.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/hxkraft.jpg" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;HX"look a'meeee!"KRAFT&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/nilsh.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/nilsh.jpg" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Nils, always dreamy boy&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/oro.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/oro.jpg" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;dizzy Jack?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/meandnecro.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/meandnecro.jpg" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;me and necro&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/psychonils.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.lycos.co.uk/cinnam0n/psychonils.jpg" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the other 37 people in my head are telling me that I &lt;b&gt;DO NOT&lt;/b&gt; have multiple personality&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May there be more nights like this!!</content>
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