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  <title>Memoirs in Obsidian Glass</title>
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  <updated>2007-11-25T05:16:52Z</updated>
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    <title>Pachebel's Canon - cont</title>
    <published>2007-11-25T05:16:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-25T05:16:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow. It's not only the nerds and classical geeks who love the Canon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys are incredible, yah?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:obsidianne:3010</id>
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    <title>Pachelbel's Canon RANT. ^_^</title>
    <published>2007-11-24T14:26:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-25T05:09:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I love Canon in D major by Pachelbel. It gives me shivers up and down my spine every single time i hear it, even after a hundred thousand times hearing it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But I sincerely am looking at cello players in a new light now whenever I go to a classical event/wedding which they (poor things) have to play this live everytime</content>
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    <title>Borrowed (...Stolen...) from noandwhere. ^_^</title>
    <published>2007-06-22T15:21:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-22T15:21:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Huh. Always thought grey was just a depressing colour... I've got horrible moodswings as told by my parents. So this is quite probably correct with all the moon tide ebb and flow thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All else fails, pics sure are pretty. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" style="border: medium solid #4C7043; background:white; font-family:verdana; font-size: 12px; color:black;" cellspacing="4" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="color:black; font-size:14px;" href="http://www.quiztron.com/tests/color_is_soul_painte_quiz_23687.htm"&gt;What color is your soul painted?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:4C7043; font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your soul is painted the color grey, which embodies the characteristics of elegance, humility, respect, reverence, stability, subtlety, wisdom, strong emotions, balance, and cancellation.  Grey falls under the element of Water, and symbolizes the moon, tide, ebb and flow.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quiztron.com/tests/color_is_soul_painte_quiz_23687.htm"&gt;&lt;img alt="Personality Test Results" border="0" src="http://www.quiztron.com/quiz_images/full_851342049.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="color:black; font-size:12px;" href="http://www.quiztron.com/tests/color_is_soul_painte_quiz_23687.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Click Here to Take This Quiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quiztron.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quiztron.com/art/quiztron_logo.gif" border="0" alt="quiz"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px; color:4C7043;" href="http://www.quiztron.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quizzes and Personality Tests&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:obsidianne:2327</id>
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    <title>Ahahahah... (how true) ^^;</title>
    <published>2007-05-20T15:39:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-20T15:46:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Taken from Genuinelie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Hmm... don;t really understand the whole dramatic but drama queen bit though...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are the Ace of Clubs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplayingcardareyouquiz/clubs.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go at everything in your life full force. You are a natural gambler.&lt;br /&gt;Your life definitely has some extreme highs and lows, but you know how to ride out the low times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total adventure seeker, you are never satisfied by what's normal or ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;You like to push limits and shock people. You're dramatic, but a drama queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life has been a wild ride so far. You have stories that people can barely believe.&lt;br /&gt;And you're probably still young... with a lot of wild rides in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gamble you should take: High stakes roulette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends would describe you as: Crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your enemies would describe you as: Demented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you lived in Vegas, you would be: A high roller&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatplayingcardareyouquiz/"&gt;What Playing Card Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Finally... No more hoo-haa in my own house. Phew.</title>
    <published>2007-01-21T10:10:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-21T10:10:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Phew.... Last year December sure was an interesting month. My roof was on Fire. Literally. And it was on my lil bro's B-day too. lol. 3 huge fire trucks came into our Garden looking for the house which all the neighbours had reported was smoking from the roof... And since a Datin (which is the Malaysian equivalent for Lady) called the fire department, it seemed that the entire fire department came to the 'Rescue'. Almost 30 people. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro was out with his frens for his surprise party for his 18th b-day which my mom and I threw for him and we secretly called his friends to meet in TGI Friday's then brought him along. I tell ya. If it was me who was being surprised, it would probably be like "Oh my God! What are you doing here? Oh wow. Thank you so much, you guys" to my friends. All he did was 'Oh hello.' And his friends 'Hi.'  That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....  Boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mom and I stuck around in the restaurant for a while, had lunch with them then left them to go play and cyber cafe and stuff. Then, we came back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, it Poured. Anyone who's been in Monsoon countries during the Rainy Season would probably know what I mean by 'pouring rain'. I swear it was like a waterfall from the sky. With really scary lightning and thunder and all. I usually Love watching it rain but that day was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home in one piece even though we could not see 2 feet in front of us even while driving with the wipers at hyper speed and the lights on. Then while my mom was wrestling with the auto gate cause the power in our house had tripped, some of our neighbours crowded around my car and tried talking to me. Impossible to hear what they were saying even when they were shouting in my ears. So they went back to their house, I drove the car into my porch and they called our phone and told us about the smoke and fire they saw coming out from our roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to check but could not see any fire. I could smell an electrical burn though (accident in my electrical systems lab in middle school and there was a mini electrical fire so I kinda know what that smells like, that's all I'm saying bout that =p). So we packed up the essentials and waited by the front door cause it was still pouring outside and called my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what my dad said? "Ok. Wait in the house. Lock the door. And don't let Anyone in. I'm coming home" ^^;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy, he's lucky that there was no actual big fire at that time... We would have been fried if we listened to those Stupid instructions. Aih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, right after we put down the phone, the fire engines finally found our house. Again, anyone who has been in Malaysia looking for house addresses could tell you that it is practically a given that you will never find the street you are looking for. Ex. If looking for street 19 and one is driving along the road, Street 16, 17, 18, 20, 21... Street 19 would be in Another garden altogether. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ha.  Again, So lucky the roof fire wasnt a big one, we would have been fried too by the time the fire engine arrived. Yeah there was an actual fire up there. We found that out when my dad came back a few minutes after the trucks came and we were standing outside under the porch telling them "No no. It's ok. No fire here. You can all go home. Thanks for coming" =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad arrived while they were still looking at my mom and me blankly. Poor people. We must have been the only calm ones about this fire in the whole area cause our neighbours later told us that they had all phoned the fire department to let them know about this fire and the thick belching smoke coming out of the roof and stuff. lol. It was Our house that was on fire and we were the only ones not panicking about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Fireman Captain told my dad that he Had to do a check of the area because it was procedure. (and probably because of all our kind , highly anxious, Titled nighbours making the calls) Dad brought them up to the roof and it was then that we found out that the thing that had burned was the aluminium sheet that's put between the roof tiles and the inside house roof to keep out the sun and dripping rain that had all burned up. That sheet was supposed to be fire-proof too. Damn dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were smouldering sections of the ashes and my dad had to go modify a few water bottles into mini water pistols (Smart Dad.) to squirt at all the smoking corners of our inside roof cause those firemen did Not have Any Fire Extinguishers with them. I mean. WTH?!? They're Firemen! They're Supposed to have fire extinguishers. Urgh!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they had the Gall to blame Us for the fire saying that it was because of the lights my dad had set up in the roof which caused a short circuit. Luckily dad had the foresight to call our electrician, who was the person who does everything concerning the electrical stuff in our house, in as soon as I told him on the phone that I it was probably an electrical fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the electrician came, he confirmed that it was lightning that caused the fire. They actually Asked for Proof! Couldnt they see the Huge Gaping Hole in our roof tiles where that lightning strike had totally shattered the tiles?  !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the whole thing took about 2 and a half hours and they Finally agreed that it was caused by lightning and Not my dad's fault and they left. My dad was the one who did all the hard work. Of all the almost 30 people who came 20 over sat in their trucks and only 3 actually came in to check everything out. They even called my dad to go up to the roof with them and because it was so dark, my dad hit his head really hard on one of the protruding beams as he did not have a helmet all the firemen were wearing. ! His head was actually bleeding and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after they left, our electrician managed to get the downstairs lights and water pump working and the upstairs aircons running cause all the wires were completely fried. Miracle worker. We were debating if the family wanted to go stay in a hotel for a day or 2 but decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  next day, dad called in our contractor and electricians and had them try to fix everything. Yesterday, they finished. Ah~~ I can sleep til after 9am again finally cause they had to fix the roof and all the wires which were also located up there and it was really noisy. Since this was messy work and we had all these people at the house, we also had them repaint the house, changed our outside tiles and do a bit of modifications and cosmetic surgery to the house too. ^_^. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in Love with how the house looks like now. Love. ^_^. Also, really hungry everytime I look at the paint cause the colours are called creme brulee and rocky road. My fav dessert and ice cream flavour. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yays for not having to look up Paranoiedly everytime I need to use the bathroom or change cause there were several holes in my plaster ceiling from all the roof tiles falling on it and the workers were in the roof fixing them *shudders* Exhibitionist I am so not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also found out a bit later that that Lightning Strike that hit our roof was a pretty busy little lightning. A really viscious one too. It hit a lot of houses in a straight line. The house opposite mine had all their lights blown up and the surrounding ceiling had black soot marks. The one behind them had a huge hole from the roof right through to their ceiling the size of a sedan car and the rain had flooded their whole house. The house behind us had several sections of their roof tiles missing and the one opposite them was probably the worst of the lot. That lightning shattered their front glass doors, hit a hole in the wall behind the galss doors and struck the maid who was behind that wall on her left shoulder. She had to be rushed to the hospital. She's ok now. Laughing about the little charred section on her shoulder too. Funny person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I think our house came out quite alright considering the other house's conditions. Barring the house with the maid and us, the owners of the other houses were away on vacation and were totally shocked when they came back to find the condition their poor homes were in.</content>
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    <title>Marimo</title>
    <published>2006-12-16T07:56:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-16T07:56:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Inspired fic from &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_cloudleaper' lj:user='cloudleaper' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://cloudleaper.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://cloudleaper.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;cloudleaper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s post &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/onepieceyaoi/591232.html"&gt;http://community.livejournal.com/onepieceyaoi/591232.html&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Marimo&lt;br /&gt;Obsidianne&lt;br /&gt;One Piece: Zoro+Sanji&lt;br /&gt;PG, R for language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marimo pic and explanation page is from &lt;a href="http://www.strapya-world.com/products/7093.html"&gt;http://www.strapya-world.com/products/7093.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16/12/06&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Oda Eiichiro's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frowning at a square looking foreign object in &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; napping spot, Zoro nudges it with his foot and the book skitters across the Going Merry’s deck, stopping just short of going overboard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The santaryuu swordsman rolls his eyes, &lt;i&gt;*Damned stupid onnas. Leaving their junk all over the damned ship*&lt;/i&gt;, and reluctantly goes to pick the &lt;i&gt;*Stupid object*&lt;/i&gt; up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he leans down, the pages which had been randomly flipping in the wind finally settles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Nami-swaan! Robin-Chaawn! I have your requested drinks which have been freshly prepared with all my love and adoration just for the both of you beautiful beings!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aho-cook in all his boneless wriggling and stupid smoke hearts comes barging out of the galley, tray with his frou-frou pansy assed drinks in his hand, twirling and prancing towards the general direction of the women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Argh!’ the cook suddenly stops mid-twirl catching a glimpse of Zoro, ‘Kuso-marimo! What the hell are you doing with Robin-chan’s precious book?!? Give that here and I’ll have to purify it of your stupid stink before I can actually hand it back to her. Ahou! You can’t even read. Give!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Can’t read, huh? Shitty-cook. I’ll show you what I just read.*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face stretched in a parody of a grin his enemies would be familiar with, Zoro slowly holds the book out over the railing, ‘You want it, dartboard brow? Come get it,’ he taunts. Letting the book slip down slightly from his fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You idiot Marimo-head! Don’t you fucking Dare!! That’s Robin-chwan’s precious book.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Aho-cook’s so predictable sometimes*&lt;/i&gt; Watching the curly assed bastard sprint towards him. Tray with drinks still balanced in one hand while the other is stretched out, ready to grab the book out of Zoro’s hands away and to safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as that reaching hand was about to touch the book, it was grabbed and the cook was pulled to a halt. Zoro also ducked automatically away from the foot which had been aiming for his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kisama! Let me go! And gimme that book. You wanna fight? Huh?! Leggo! Gimme!’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Flexible bastard never shuts up*&lt;/i&gt; Dodging away from several more long legged swipes for his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Shaddap, stupid cook. If you can, that is.’ And sneers right into the idiot’s frowning face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sees the idiot blinking in confusion at the tone of his voice which he had only used after very pleasant activities with the cook in much more private settings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And brings the hand captured in his up over his head to ruffle Zoro’s hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘There. For your All Blue. You can thank me by cooking me one of everything when you find it. Baka-Chef.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grins at the stunned look on the idiot’s face and closes the cook’s hand around the book. Then, turns away, ‘There. Proof that I can so read,”  and saunters away smugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Sanji, still frozen in shock, looking at the book in his hand which was opened to show a diagram and a few explanatory sentences below it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.strapya-world.com/image-en/img10061567640.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marimo (Spherical Moss):&lt;br /&gt;Marimo makes you happy, makes your dream come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A twitch of a curly eyebrow. Softening expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;~Bastard…~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reluctant smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the cook turned away to deliver the girls their refreshments and return the book to a deceptively innocent looking Robin-chan. All the while silently planning out the night’s dinner of stew along with side dishes which could be cut into many tiny pieces before being consumed.</content>
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    <title>obsidianne @ 2006-10-12T22:27:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-12T22:28:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-12T22:28:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, How bout that. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1127582577sqriver.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;River Tam&lt;/b&gt;. The Fugitive.  You are clever and dangerous, which is a nasty combination.  The fact you are crazy too just adds to your charm.  They did bad things to you, but you know their secrets.  They will regret how they made you.&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;River Tam&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="69" 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;69%&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;Kaylee (Kaywinnet Lee) Frye&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;Zoe Alleyne Washburne&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;Jayne Cobb&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;Inara Serra&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;Simon Tam&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;Capt. Mal Reynolds&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;Shepherd Derrial Book&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="44" 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;44%&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;The Operative&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="44" 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;44%&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;Hoban &amp;#039;Wash&amp;#039; Washburne&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="44" 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;44%&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=79387"&gt;Which Serenity character are you?&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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    <title>Pyramid Head doing SexyBack boogie</title>
    <published>2006-10-07T19:57:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-07T19:57:13Z</updated>
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    &lt;br&gt;Hi~La~Rious. ^_^. Go Sexy Beast!!</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Curiousity... Nosey more like it. ^__^</title>
    <published>2006-09-22T04:11:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-22T04:11:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">IF YOU'RE ON MY FRIENDS LIST, I want to know 20 things about you. I don't care if we've never talked, never liked each other, or if we already know everything about each other. I really don't. You are obviously on my list, so let me know with whom I am friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Your Middle Name:&lt;br /&gt;2. Age:&lt;br /&gt;3. Single or Taken:&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite Movie:&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite Song:&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite Band/Artist:&lt;br /&gt;7. Dirty or Clean:&lt;br /&gt;8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE COMES THE FUN ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do we know each other outside of Live Journal?&lt;br /&gt;2. Whats your philosophy on life?&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you have my back in a fight?&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite memory of us?&lt;br /&gt;6. Would you give me a kidney?&lt;br /&gt;7. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:&lt;br /&gt;8. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?&lt;br /&gt;9. Can we get together and make a cake?&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you heard any rumors of me lately?&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you/have you talk(ed) crap about me?&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you think I'm a good person?&lt;br /&gt;13. Would you drive across country with me?&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you think I'm attractive?&lt;br /&gt;15. If you could change anything about me, would you?&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you wear to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you go on a date with me if i asked you?&lt;br /&gt;19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?&lt;br /&gt;20. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>First post here... And what do I do? lol. Something I've had since I was 12. ^__^.</title>
    <published>2006-08-16T01:52:50Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I love my Authurian Tarot cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quiz is the next best digitized thing. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1146084390Tarot-03-III_The_Empress.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;III - The Empress&lt;/b&gt;. The Empress is a maternal symbol. She is the mother figure who loves, nurtures and protects.&lt;br /&gt;She will protect you, she will always be there when you are in trouble. When you fall over and graze your knee, the Empress will kiss it better.&lt;br /&gt;Yet she is not a weak figure. Her compassion is strength. If her children are threatened she will stop at nothing to protect them. If well aspected in a Tarot spread, the Empress can symbolise security, protection and unconditional love. If badly aspected it can represent over-protectiveness, fear of risk taking and refusal to face the real world.&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;III - The Empress&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75" 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;75%&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;XVI: The Tower&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="69" 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;69%&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;0 - The Fool&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="69" 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;69%&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;XIII: Death&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="69" 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;69%&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;VI: The Lovers&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;I - Magician&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;IV - The Emperor&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;VIII - Strength&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;XV: The Devil&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;X - Wheel of Fortune&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="56" 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;56%&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;II - The High Priestess&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="56" 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;56%&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;XIX: The Sun&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="56" 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;56%&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;XI: Justice&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=181614"&gt;Which Major Arcana Tarot Card Are You?&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez... That's pretty true. ^^. Though my mom may have rubbed off on me for the good side of things. And the over-protectiveness from the bad side too. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And has anyone read Phoenix and Ashes (Elemental Masters) by Mercedes Lackey? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tarot cards are featured in there. And some technical physics parts which, I am nerdish enough to admit, I truely love. I met her at a convention held in Perth, Australia called Swancon. And since it was a small convention, almost all of us got to talk to her personally and in lil groups. I must say Mercedes was so not what I thought she would be like. Very.... motherly and friendly and fun, too. ^^. And her husband, Larry Dixon is an amazing artist. And both have incredible story telling voice. ^_^. We got to hear them read several chapters from some of their soon to be published books and hear them sing. Very very talented people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my fav of her books are the Last Herald Mage trilogy, Phoenix and Ashes has some explanations on elemental magic which I would have been almost willing to believe if I had read them in my high school physics book. lol. Yeah, weird person but still.... It's described and written that well. ^___^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have two of my most fav things so far. Stay tuned for more. =^.^=</content>
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