<?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-15625015</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:20:20.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>janika's zaizai</title><subtitle type='html'>An impulsive, insolent man with a cruel personality like Mars</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-115716453370893520</id><published>2006-09-01T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T19:48:42.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Charm- oh my! oh why you're here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Youre looking radiant in green &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;With a pleasing aura and striking sheen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enamoring me deep within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This girl's charm was named Cyrene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;looking inconspicuos in a crowd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But when I glance, it was no doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;She has a duket that cant be rout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Even with blunders or a drop of sweat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This girl's charm was just so loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I know someone named Janika &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Who looks like a wild tarantula &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;She's always envious with Cyrene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;With her face apparently green &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Her mouth cannot say blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cyrene's poise was just so real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And that bewitches me everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;From dawn of june till sunny MAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Im still on that girky holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And this is just for both our weal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Mr. Ivan Emil Labayne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mr. Webster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" acceptance. I cant argue with someone who will never listen to me... Hayaan mong paniwalain nya ang sarili nya. "-janika&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-115716453370893520?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/115716453370893520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=115716453370893520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/115716453370893520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/115716453370893520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2006/09/charm-oh-my-oh-why-youre-here-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-115419487930338798</id><published>2006-07-29T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T10:41:19.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hoping for a happy day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/1600/hey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="122" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/320/hey.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;well, a post from our third year memory...&lt;br /&gt;nowadays, we're so busy, not even have a time to smile like this. Rain incessantly fall...&lt;br /&gt;work, work, work as many as the rain drops but what can i say, i have to deal with it!&lt;br /&gt;Good night...let this picture remind you to smile before lying to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-115419487930338798?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/115419487930338798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=115419487930338798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/115419487930338798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/115419487930338798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2006/07/hoping-for-happy-day.html' title='hoping for a happy day!'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-115177273091134680</id><published>2006-07-01T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T09:52:10.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the ending</title><content type='html'>even peaceful time and the sorrows of a small heartappeared to be shining very beautifully&lt;br /&gt;the wind blows against the silent you&lt;br /&gt;that's just so pleasant I sing a little song&lt;br /&gt;when you stare at me, I can't really breathehey... please don't laugh&lt;br /&gt;peaceful time passes away silentlyI didn't notice it but spring has comesoon everything will reach the sky&lt;br /&gt;just swaying swaying swaying and floating thereyou can stand in the wind, flowing far away in the streamlets quietly disappear so that no one can interferequietly...peaceful time passes away silentlyI didn't notice it but spring has comeeven the tiny world in our tiny handsare glittering, shining as if we're inside a dream as if we're inside a dream as if we're inside a dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-115177273091134680?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/115177273091134680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=115177273091134680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/115177273091134680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/115177273091134680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2006/07/ending.html' title='the ending'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-114569051388603936</id><published>2006-04-22T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T00:24:44.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lei's fortitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/1600/withchair.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/320/withchair.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I should not blame nor be angry with the person who is being loved by the person I truly appreciate. Recently I’ve read a story about a man who loved unconditionally even it means risking life, the feeling was really humiliating me, I feel sad. I just cant understand his views… but I love him, I love, I love him. Just like the wind coming from the sea, summer cannot win over the coldness that I feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I hope someday I can do the same, the same fortitude he did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-114569051388603936?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/114569051388603936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=114569051388603936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/114569051388603936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/114569051388603936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2006/04/leis-fortitude_22.html' title='Lei&apos;s fortitude'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-114561744789557169</id><published>2006-04-21T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T04:12:02.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Winter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i143761191_6141.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was a different day for me, Its summer but the incessant rain invaded the surrounding but still ther is a smile in my face for an unknown reason... well sometimes i feel a little bit funny. I cannot find a plausible reason for me to feel humiliated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-114561744789557169?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/114561744789557169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=114561744789557169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/114561744789557169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/114561744789557169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2006/04/lonely-winter.html' title='Lonely Winter...'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-114558493773914037</id><published>2006-04-20T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:54:06.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare for more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;English translation:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Aaron:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Must release the smoke of natural color Fire has become a legend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Jay:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;All moving pulses Aren't willing to be lonely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Jerry &amp; Vanness:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;With unprecedented movements Accomplishing sky and wide sea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sammi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Previously not caring about the outcome Because I want Want even more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Jay, Aaron, Edison,&amp;amp; Jolin:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Must create my own conviction Forgetting burdens Must get out of my shuffleboard Piercing through desire Inspiration comes from heaven Blue is all over the floor The entire world is watching me fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;F4&amp;Sammi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Must create my own conviction To give you a good look Permitting life to find weight Letting the road ahead find strength Determined to resist the ordinary Making the approach change to my direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;All:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dare for more Dare for more Dare for more Blue is flying in the sky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Jay:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;As long as you dare to do it Then there won't be the fear of not having a result Take everything in your life And turn it into a legend Regardless of the many setbacks during the process Exhaustion is nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Vanness:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This moment won't be missed regardless of how it is Want to dare for more then dare for more Create a new conviction of your own Forgetting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;burdens Must get out of your shuffleboard Piercing through desire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Edison:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Regardless of the many setbacks during the process Exhaustion is nothing This moment won't be missed regardless of how it is Want to dare for more then dare for more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Vic&amp;amp;Ken:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What else does the entire planet have We won't miss it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Edison:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Those who know what they want Are not willing to be lonely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Aaron, Sammi, &amp;amp;Jay:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Need to be like the fire of epoch Demolishing in the sky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Jolin:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Like scattering seeds Because we don't want limits&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;All:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Create a new conviction of your own Forgetting burdens Must get out of your shuffleboard Piercing through desire Inspiration comes from heaven Blue is all over the floor The entire world is watching me fly Must create my own conviction To give you a good look Permitting life to find weight Making all humanity go crazy over me Determined to resist the ordinary Making the approach change to my direction Dare for more Dare for more Dare for more Blue is flying in the sky Translated by Amy of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://f4.azn.nu" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://f4.azn.nu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UNma12f9n0w" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-114558493773914037?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/114558493773914037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=114558493773914037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/114558493773914037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/114558493773914037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2006/04/dare-for-more.html' title='Dare for more'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-114554701992885410</id><published>2006-04-20T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T08:30:19.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mars ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/min7_AjLDwU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/min7_AjLDwU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-114554701992885410?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/114554701992885410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=114554701992885410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/114554701992885410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/114554701992885410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2006/04/mars-ending.html' title='mars ending'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-114502795508977357</id><published>2006-04-14T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:55:54.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/1600/mars.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/320/mars.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Never beleive anything was beautiful in this world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Pain...loneliness.. and alittle weariness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Never let anyone into my zero-degree space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Rather...be alone...than think of anyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;When two people are together, dont they only just get a bit of comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Escape the past then forget it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Never thought one day my ending will suddenly change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;who would take of my weak arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Why cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;(who's wrong, who's right, who do you appologize for?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Wont cry again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Enter azero-degree space, wait for all to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Though love may be dangerous, we'll face it togrther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Its to late to prepare for a promise never heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;How can I learn to accept a tomorrow with more live? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Enter azero-degree spce;everything's finally broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Though love may tire me,i'll never regret it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Let down my defense; nothing matters anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Escape the dark world, start a new tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;A new tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dedicated to all hidden dark heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=min7_AjLDwU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=min7_AjLDwU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-114502795508977357?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/114502795508977357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=114502795508977357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/114502795508977357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/114502795508977357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2006/04/zero_14.html' title='Zero'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-114396335759809758</id><published>2006-04-01T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T23:35:57.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtue of Mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/1600/my%20mars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/320/my%20mars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mars is already over in the philippines but its lesson and the aura that i feel whenever i watch it will always prevail in my heart and soul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it turns out that good and evil really doesnt show there true face in front of the people when we start to close our eyes thats when our heart will gradually start to clear up.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mars who appear brave and fearless is actually aghast of seperation and being alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ling give me strenght to pursue my dreams. Because of his braveness he breaks the cold wall between me and him and takes me out the darkness and make me overcome my fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD MARS (febuary6-march31 2006)&lt;br /&gt;march 31&lt;br /&gt;--end of my school year&lt;br /&gt;-and the end of mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hoping to see more of zaizai someday, after 5years when i graduate, he's probabaly 30years old and enjoying his sucess. i wish that i become part of his sucess...&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ZAIZAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janika concon vergara&lt;br /&gt;your intimate friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-114396335759809758?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/114396335759809758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=114396335759809758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/114396335759809758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/114396335759809758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2006/04/virtue-of-mars.html' title='Virtue of Mars'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-114205763271669193</id><published>2006-03-10T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T00:02:08.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Let Me Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its raining while Im posting this...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;          The teardrpops doesn't stop falling...    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;A mood with no disturbance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Because your appearance shattered the stillness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;You shook up my already sealed away heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The ice and snow are melting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Return to the first time we met &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The wind's blowing past a person alone, so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Why is the gray sky so expressionless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Your heart is raining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Just let me love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Let me lose myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The broken light is attracted to darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I assure you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Even if there is nothing left in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;All we need is a tracit embraced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Just let me love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Prove that miracle exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;In the wild heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;in the spirit's dark depth,I'll find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Im willing to leave the world with a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Happiness are far away, but our hearts are together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Just let me love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Prove that miracle exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;In the wild heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;in the spirit's dark depths, I'll find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Im willing to leave the world with a smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;In the next world......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;LET ME LOVE YOU ZAIZAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=oyiCOyzIpOQ"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=oyiCOyzIpOQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-114205763271669193?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/114205763271669193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=114205763271669193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/114205763271669193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/114205763271669193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-let-me-love-you.html' title='Just Let Me Love You'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-114205409305199213</id><published>2006-03-10T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T21:14:53.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD MARS: A dark tale of tragedy, love and redemption</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/1600/mars.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/320/mars.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mars revolves around the personal tragedies of both Ling and Qi Luo. Amidst a relationship that starts off as amusingly sweet, the audience will realize how their past tragedies affected their present lives and their relationship with one another. Audiences will encounter two screwed up individuals and will somehow wonder how they will ever succeed in life and love. More so, as each episode progresses, the secrets of each character are revealed that would intrigue and even shock audiences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But above all, Mars is a story of redemption. A tale of how two tortured souls find one another, become unlikely protectors and rescuers of each other. Ling's love for Qi Luo brings her out of her world of fear and distrust, and makes her discover the true meaning of love and intimacy. Qi Luo's love has redeemed Ling from the recesses of his own personal tragedy, from his own bleak view of life, making him accept his faults and later on forgive himself. Viewers will be touched at how Ling and Qi Luo draw from the strength of their love and conquer their own demons. But more so, as they journey towards their own personal redemption, the audience will laugh and cry with them, making them two of the most endearing characters, and Mars, one of the best Asian series&lt;/span&gt; of all time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-114205409305199213?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/114205409305199213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=114205409305199213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/114205409305199213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/114205409305199213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2006/03/god-mars-dark-tale-of-tragedy-love-and.html' title='GOD MARS: A dark tale of tragedy, love and redemption'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-114139677387435598</id><published>2006-03-03T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T06:39:33.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vic Zhou Yu Min, they all have his character...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/1600/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/320/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My rui hanazawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;He is a mysterious character in Hana Yori Dango. He is very reserve and enjoys sitting alone at the emergency staircase. He sleeps a lot and seldom hangs out like the F3. Although he might appear to be aloof but he is very sensitive towards people around him. Rui is the only son of Hanazawa family and thus his father has been very strict on him and cause him to be an introvert but luckily there is Shizuka who slowly helps him to recover. He has a crushed on Shizuka but on Shizuka's part its not clear if she loves Rui. Makino was attracted by Rui but at that time Shizuka is the only woman he loves. But as time goes by, Rui discovered that he its not love between Shizuka and him and the one he truly loves is Makino and confess to Makino. But it was too late as Makino has realise that the one she loves is Domyoji. (Poor Rui) But still Rui remains by Makino's side and help her when she is sad or in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The intelligent Uchiha sasuke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sasuke is one of the top scorers of the ninja apprenticeship school and the top "Genin" (rookie/first-level ninja) of Hidden Leaf village. He is the sole remaining member of the Uchiha clan, a once powerful ninja clan of the village. He is very dark and serious, and is focused on nothing else but training to become a stronger ninja. All of this is for one ultimate goal: revenge. His life's ambition is to grow powerful enough to kill "a certain man" (his older brother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.absoluteanime.com/naruto/itachi.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Itachi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;). As part of the Uchiha clan, Sasuke has higher "chakra" (spirit energy/chi) and can blow fireballs from his mouthhen she is sad or in trouble.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The brave kenshin himura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kenshin is a gentle, polite man who lives at the Kamiya Dojo with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.absoluteanime.com/rurouni_kenshin/kaoru.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kaoru&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.absoluteanime.com/rurouni_kenshin/yahiko.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yahiko&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. He fought during the revolution as "Battousai the Manslayer" but later decided that killing was wrong and became a wanderer. After 10 years, he met &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.absoluteanime.com/rurouni_kenshin/kaoru.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kaoru&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; and started to live at her place.&lt;br /&gt;Kenshin has a peculiar style of speech in which he uses "gozaru," an obsolete form of the verb "to be." He also uses the "samurai" pronoun "sessha," which is supposed to be polite. He also prefers doing the laundry, cooking, and playing with &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.absoluteanime.com/rurouni_kenshin/ayame.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ayame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.absoluteanime.com/rurouni_kenshin/suzume.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suzume&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; to fighting. However, when he needs to protect someone, he will fight, and well. He uses the Hiten Mitsurugi style, which revolves around predicting an opponent's moves. Pushed too far, however, and Kenshin will revert back to his former self, Battousai. It is easy to tell when this happens. First, his eyes glow amber. Then, his speech changes. He no longer uses the cute "de gozaru" or the polite "sessha," but the more masculine, vulgar "ore" instead.&lt;br /&gt;Many people are after Kenshin, either for revenge or because he's "in the way." Many have tried to force him to become Battousai again, but only a couple of people have actually succeeded. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The determine kaede rukawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A basketball rookie star. The guy's got 1st class skills and is aiming to become the best in Japan. A pretty cool guy. The entire female cast in Slam Dunk seems to have fallen in love with Rukawa. He's even got his own fan club, his dedicated Rukawa Brigade is probably one of the best known female-cheer leading fan club in all the animes! Rukawa's only weakness is perhaps his cold personality, but hey, that's all part of his coolness…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-114139677387435598?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/114139677387435598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=114139677387435598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/114139677387435598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/114139677387435598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2006/03/vic-zhou-yu-min-they-all-have-his_03.html' title='Vic Zhou Yu Min, they all have his character...'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-114088734865818074</id><published>2006-02-25T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T00:16:02.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All The Things He Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/1600/mars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/320/mars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"All the things he said running through my head"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I feel humiliated today...after i saw this video &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=PMtLQVn_9_A"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=PMtLQVn_9_A&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;there is a lot of harsh scene between zaizai and barbie and to be completely honest, Iam totally affected. Zaizai well potrayed ling's role... to the point that I cannot recognized him anymore. Its the first time that i've seen him act like that. Everything change except for..........The fact that I still love him, because he become stronger now and I'm very very proud of him! I'am humiliated because I know, zaizai can be as brave as ling and he can overcome his own respective fear while I cant be like qui lo because ling belongs to her entirely…&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/15625015-114088734865818074?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/114088734865818074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=114088734865818074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/114088734865818074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/114088734865818074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-things-he-said.html' title='All The Things He Said'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-113582901990128138</id><published>2005-12-28T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T06:19:39.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Rui</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/1600/1hrui.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/320/1hrui.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Height:181cm&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 65kg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/1600/1hrui.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Blood Type: AB&lt;br /&gt;Home Town: Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: March 30, 1977&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope: Aries&lt;br /&gt;Specialty: Cut hair, playing violin&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Color: BlackMonthly&lt;br /&gt;Allowance: 10,000 yen&lt;br /&gt;Dislikes: Sweet Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a mysterious character in Hana Yori Dango. He is very reserve and enjoys sitting alone at the emergency staircase. He sleeps a lot and seldom hangs out like the F3. Although he might appear to be aloof but he is very sensitive towards people around him. Rui is the only son of Hanazawa family and thus his father has been very strict on him and cause him to be an introvert but luckily there is Shizuka who slowly helps him to recover. He has a crushed on Shizuka but on Shizuka's part its not clear if she loves Rui. Makino was attracted by Rui but at that time Shizuka is the only woman he loves. But as time goes by, Rui discovered that he its not love between Shizuka and him and the one he truly loves is Makino and confess to Makino. But it was too late as Makino has realise that the one she loves is Domyoji. (Poor Rui) But still Rui remains by Makino's side and help her when she is sad or in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;You will realise that at the later part in the manga, Rui appears to be more outspoken and happier and this apparently is Makino's influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mysterious guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rui is a quiet and mysterious guy. Because he is the only heir of Hanazawa's business, thus Rui's father was very strict in grooming him when Rui was still a child.This has left Rui an introvert who expresses his emotions through the beautiful music he plays on his violin.Although he may be as wealthy as the other F4 Members but he did not flaunt his wealth like the others, this make him unique from the others. His mysterious wins the hearts of many girls.&lt;br /&gt;Although Rui seldom expresses his feelings and often protray and emotionless look but it can be traumatic when he flare his temper. When Rui stood up for Tsukushi in the school cafeteria, everyone including Shizuka was shocked as Rui seldom expresses his feelings (without saying, anger) in front of anyone before. This made Shizuka suspecting Rui to be in love with Tsukushi&lt;br /&gt;In the manga Rui's father is only mentioned once and in fact there isn't any picture of Rui's father. I found this picture on the part when Domyoji recaps the fight with Rui over his favourite bear. So even his daddy is a mysterious character! Hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;On the right is a picture of Rui's bedroom. A place where he is most of the time. It was mentioned that he sleeps at least 15 hours a day! Wow!!!! Indeed is a very plain room that matches Rui's personality!&lt;br /&gt;The emergency staircase is his favourite hangout in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-113582901990128138?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/113582901990128138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=113582901990128138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/113582901990128138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/113582901990128138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-rui.html' title='My Rui'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-113512209305253090</id><published>2005-12-20T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T15:41:33.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>METEOR GARDEN; My reaction paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/1600/meteorgarden2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/320/meteorgarden2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Its been almost 2 years since meteor garden, the 1st series of Barbie Hsu, Jerry Yan, Vic Zhou, Ken Zhu and Vanness Wu also known as f4 was aired in the Philippines. But still the mania is not yet over.&lt;br /&gt;I always remember my reaction when I first see them. The day before the airing (I think it was Monday, May 4, 2003) me and my sister were watching television as it was an ordinary day, my sister have seen the very first commercial of that series then she asked me if we could watch it tomorrow then I looked on the T.V then told her “why not” so on the next day 4:00 on the afternoon we started to watch it. Past 4:30 it ended, then suddenly…..whooooo ( I will never forget that scream ) my sister scream, actually me too. The story was very good we didn’t want it to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the story…….&lt;br /&gt;It is basically about love, passion, changes and sacrify.&lt;br /&gt;The story goes around when a girl named shancai enters a school for rich kids, her status-conscious parent send her to that school where she experienced a pretty uneventful existence. One day, as she helped her friend out but as a result runs afoul of f4, the 4 richest and handsome guy that controls the school but instead of crying and hiding she stood-up and fought them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreamboy: 100% zai-zai or 100% jerry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meteor garden is indeed a great lovestory. It teaches me how to be more respectful and brave like shancai and once and foremost love F4 with all my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-113512209305253090?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/113512209305253090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=113512209305253090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/113512209305253090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/113512209305253090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2005/12/meteor-garden-my-reaction-paper.html' title='METEOR GARDEN; My reaction paper'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-113487377572527851</id><published>2005-12-17T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T18:42:55.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas zaizai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/1600/zaizai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="103" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/320/zaizai.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I hope you can read my greetings, i already misses you! i post a song entitled yume no naka e (into a dream) the reason is I no longer think of you as a dream, your a real blessing....&lt;br /&gt;and I dont have to explain further&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/15625015-113487377572527851?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/113487377572527851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=113487377572527851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/113487377572527851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/113487377572527851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-zaizai.html' title='Merry Christmas zaizai!'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-113483295319869175</id><published>2005-12-17T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T07:22:33.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yume no naka e (into a dream)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Romaji Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;sagashimono wa nan desu ka&lt;br /&gt;mitsukenikui mono desu ka&lt;br /&gt;KABAN no naka mo   tsukue no naka mo&lt;br /&gt;sagashita keredo mitsukaranai no ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;mada mada sagasu ki desu ka&lt;br /&gt;sore yori boku to odorimasen ka&lt;br /&gt;yume no naka e   yume no naka e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;itte mitai to omoimasen ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;U U U- U U U- U U U- saa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;yasumu koto mo yurusarezu&lt;br /&gt;warau koto wa tomerarete&lt;br /&gt;haitsukubatte   haitsukubatte&lt;br /&gt;ittai nani wo sagashite-iru no ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;sagasu no wo yameta toki&lt;br /&gt;mitsukaru koto mo yoku aru hanashi de&lt;br /&gt;odorimashou   yume no naka e&lt;br /&gt;itte mitai to omoimasen ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;U U U- U U U- U U U- saa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;sagashimono wa nan desu ka&lt;br /&gt;mada mada sagasu ki desu ka&lt;br /&gt;yume no naka e   yume no naka e&lt;br /&gt;itte mitai to omoimasen ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;U U U- U U U- U U U- saa, aa&lt;br /&gt;U U U- (yume no naka e)&lt;br /&gt;U U U- (yume no naka e)&lt;br /&gt;U U U- saa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&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/15625015-113483295319869175?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/113483295319869175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=113483295319869175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/113483295319869175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/113483295319869175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2005/12/yume-no-naka-e-into-dream.html' title='yume no naka e (into a dream)'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-113057750448720246</id><published>2005-10-29T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T02:37:21.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Description of MARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/1600/this%20is%20my%20zaizai.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/320/this%20is%20my%20zaizai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/1600/chenling.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;People describe him as the most brave and gallant god because he appear unbeatable and strong. But somehow he show care and love for mankind, on the contrary people think he is unmercifull and selfish. Because of this ancient beliefs many of us have been motivated that mars is one of the forces of evil, we dont know that he only inherit it from us. We are the main reason why there are many cruel disaster happening in the world. I'ts only a matter of understanding, and how I wish that one day all of as will understand the true meaning of greatness that once have been shown to us by the God of war named MARS.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-113057750448720246?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/113057750448720246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=113057750448720246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/113057750448720246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/113057750448720246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-own-description-of-mars.html' title='My Own Description of MARS'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-112945739222584324</id><published>2005-10-16T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T03:09:52.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zai Zai &amp; Da S have been dating for a month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/1600/Picture%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" height="198" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/320/Picture%20012.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Da S finally admits she &amp; ZZ are dating, and the recent car accident was taken as a blessing as they finally got the chance to publicize their love. When accepting interviews from TW media, Da S couldn’t help hiding her happiness, finally admitting that they have been dating for a month. On Da S’ hand was seen a black string bracelet (safety bracelet), identical to those worn by ZZ. Da S even said sweetly “I’m in love.” As known, Da S is 5 yrs older than ZZ, making another bro-sis relationship in the entertainment world. She reconciled the first time when she first met ZZ in MG 1, she immediately took him as a little brother. Even though often laughing at ZZ’s antics, she still defines him as “sweet &amp;amp; handsome”. They had their own lover at that time, but in the end they both broke up with them almost at the same time. When they reunited in MARS last year, their closeness developed further. “ZZ used to frown if he was in a bad mood, a bit childish. Last year when we shot MARS, he was more understanding &amp; mature. That time he was a bit fat, I called him “fat junior” Da S laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How about the intimate scenes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“&lt;/strong&gt;When shooting we focused deep in our own characters, but we were too close so it was awkward doing those scenes. To try not to NG, we didn’t communicate beforehand and stabilized emotions first; therefore we made it in a single shot.”After lots of “heart to heart” with ZZ, they eventually fell in love. She hopes their relationship will stay, as they had been close from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Is it true both of you recently bought a ring for your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“&lt;/strong&gt;No way! He was accompanying me buying a present for my sister. Since little, I didn’t really like celebrating parties; the important thing is the opposite person’s sincerity.”You guys had an accident, was your mom’s reaction negative?“No, my mom was playing cards in grandma’s house, she didn’t say anything. I had dinner that night at grandma’s place anyway.” Da S stated.When confirmed about tying the knot, Da S’ mom said “About this matter, of course I’ll announce it firsthand.” ZZ’s manager Zhi Xiang Li also stated “I don’t know, ZZ hadn’t even gone to military service, how is he getting married?”Furthermore even after Silence had done shooting later on, ZZ will be occupied by his new film &amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tsinoy.com/forum/editpost.php?do=editpost&amp;amp;p=249896#" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;, his schedule is fully packed up to next year.When asked of how the couple celebrated Da S’ birthday, ZZ’s assistant said, “ Till this moment I haven’t got ZZ’s schedule re-confirmation, maybe he was shooting that day, after all he’s not the type of guy to plan things.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-112945739222584324?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/112945739222584324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=112945739222584324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/112945739222584324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/112945739222584324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2005/10/zai-zai-da-s-have-been-dating-for.html' title='Zai Zai &amp; Da S have been dating for a month'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-112944038476349736</id><published>2005-10-15T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T22:26:24.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZaiZai exclusive interview: eager to act with depth at 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/1600/zz%20n%20b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/320/zz%20n%20b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Too immersed in his character, fell in “love” with Da S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Reporter:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You play two separate characters in Mars, especially Ling whose personality is so different from your own. Did you come by any particular insight while you were acting this role?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ZaiZai:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; Ling’s dark side is not much like me of course, nut his determination and courage towards love is quite the same as me. On the contrary, it is Sheng who I don’t like because I feel he is too weak. The real me is not like him. My personality is more changeable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Reporter:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;This is the 3rd time you’ve worked together with Da S. Are there any plans of establishing a new love team for the silver screen, like Qin Han and Lin Qing Xia before? Does working too many times with Da S make you feel anesthetized and think about teaming up with another actress?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ZaiZai:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I’m not a person who believes in “In with the new and out with the old”. I feel very happy to be able to work with Da S again and earn everyone’s approval. As for Qin Han and Lin Qing Xia, haha, it would be great if I could achieve what they have. Both I and Da S are very engrossed in our characters. Because there are a lot of passionate scenes there will inevitably be times when it gets awkward. At some point I will also feel that I’ve fallen in love with the female lead character. Fortunately I am still able to dissociate myself the moment the director yells 'Cut!' I don’t have the right to choose which actress I work with, but I will most certainly be able to work with other actresses and create a new kind of spark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Reporter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; F4 is said to have benefited the most from the success of Taiwan idol dramas. “Meteor Garden” made the four of you popular throughout Asia, and for the past two years there have been more and more Taiwan idol dramas. What is your opinion on that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ZaiZai:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It’s not necessarily a bad thing to have so many. On the contrary, I would like to see more outstanding artists from Taiwan aside from F4 and Jay Chou popular in every Asian countries. It’s true that most idol dramas nowadays are somewhat substandard, but there are still good ones around, like “Come to My Place” – I thought that wasn’t bad. A lot of drama series now are collaborations between Taiwan, Hong Kong and mainland China, and sometimes even with Korean actors. This way the work and the investment can be distributed evenly between everybody and the actors get to work with other actors. It’s a very good, new approach.Fame came too quickly, success still baffles him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Reporter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; You were still young when F4 became famous. How did you view your success then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ZaiZai:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; Not that young! Just younger than now, haha! To be completely honest, during “Meteor Garden” I didn’t really know what success was, because I’ve never failed. I accompanied a friend to the audition and then was chosen to be in the series. At that time everybody encouraged me to treat it like just a summer job. I myself didn’t think anything of it, it was just for fun. It never occurred to me that we would suddenly become so famous. I remember F4’s first autograph session in Taipei – several streets were lined up full of people, the stage collapsed and we were forced to cancel the event. And the four of us even had to come out and apologize because of that, haha. Now I think back on it and it’s very bewildering. All of our success before is due to “Meteor Garden”, credits should go to the director and Chai jie (Angie Chai). That’s why the four of us are watchful and alert and prepared. We all work very hard, hoping that there would be a new breakthrough in our careers, a success that we can call our own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Reporter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; You performance in “Mars” earned recognition from so many people, even Da S said that you improved a lot. Are TV drama series the main direction you want to take in the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ZaiZai:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; Yes, definitely. After filming “Mars” I have become quite demanding and picky. I have set very high standards towards new plays. I think that those roles with light love stories should be left to the younger people. At my age I need something with more depth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Reporter:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But you’re only 24 years old, is it necessary to look for depth so early?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ZaiZai:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; I started at 19. It’s been five years already, there is a need for more depth. A while ago some kids have already called me “Uncle ZaiZai”, if I don’t shape up on my acting, they’d start calling me “Grandpa ZaiZai”."Mars" is too raunchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Reporter:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;There are a lot of passionate scenes in “Mars”, how do you regard idol dramas that incorporates passionate scenes and violence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ZaiZai:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We were all very serious about it during filming. We didn’t care if the result was “pretty” or not. I want the audience to feel that it’s all very normal. But watching those scenes earlier compiled together really made me blush and perspire. Made me feel like “Mars” is too raunchy. Truth is, acting to me is really a fun thing to do. You get to do a lot of things you can’t do in real life, and when you see the results you get this sense of achievement everytime that gives a feeling of contentment I’ve never had before. As for what you said about idol dramas adding a new element…well, what is an idol drama after all? Should a film be deemed an idol drama just because it stars a young, good looking cast? Being young and good looking is supposed to be an advantage! Look at Andy Lau – he’s good looking. Does that mean that he couldn’t act in the films he made when he was young? Hasn’t he also received so many acting awards now, not only in Hong Kong, but also in Taiwan and China! I believe that idol dramas that depend solely on beauty is past it already. The audience nowadays are not necessarily kids. People should change their point of view and treat idol dramas maturely, elevate our standard in watching television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Reporter:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Are there any other plans this year? Will you release another album?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ZaiZai:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;There are still plans for a movie, TV series and an album, I should think. I’ve never been familiar with the aspect of music. For the last two albums, I’ve always been at ease with just listening to the suggestions of my teachers and didn’t put in much of my own ideas. But for the third album I hope I can include more of my own feelings. I think this kind of music suits me better. I hope my third album will be about the real me, all of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-112944038476349736?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/112944038476349736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=112944038476349736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/112944038476349736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/112944038476349736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2005/10/zaizai-exclusive-interview-eager-to.html' title='ZaiZai exclusive interview: eager to act with depth at 24'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-112943469478190378</id><published>2005-10-15T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T22:11:47.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/1600/122234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/320/122234.jpg" width="421" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;This gift was given by my bestfriend kuya jp. He told me that he made it for two consecutive days(saturday and sunday) just to give it to me on the nextday. This is the most beautifull gift that I have ever receive. I write this journal because i like to thank him for giving this wonderfull gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-112943469478190378?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/112943469478190378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=112943469478190378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/112943469478190378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/112943469478190378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2005/10/gift.html' title='The Gift'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-112831964550173050</id><published>2005-10-02T22:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T23:11:40.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beside him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/1600/hanayori41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/320/hanayori41.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hanazawa Rui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Role&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F4&lt;br /&gt;Seiyuu (Voice Actor)&lt;br /&gt;Yamamoto Kouji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 30th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blood Type&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Height&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;181&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;65&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home Town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tokyo, Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Color&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Description&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanazawa Rui is the quitest one of the powerful F4 group. According to the rest of the F4 members, he probably became this way due to his family background. Rui is the only son of the family and has to inherit his father's business, hence, ever since he was young, he was tought to behave like the prince of a rich family, the manners and rules made it very difficult for him to survive as a regular child. But Toudou Shizuka offered him her friendship and soon they became close friends. Rui has had a crush on Shizuka forever, but since Shizuka is a really popular and beautiful girl, he never really got the encourage to truly confess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-112831964550173050?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/112831964550173050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=112831964550173050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/112831964550173050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/112831964550173050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2005/10/beside-him.html' title='Beside him'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-112831643635625203</id><published>2005-10-02T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T22:19:27.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep behind MARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/1600/mars12.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/200/mars1.gif" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/1600/mars21.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;MARS, a long running series by Souryuu Fuyumi, is one such manga. Currently up to its ninth volume, it is a powerful story of two high school students, a shy girl and a young man full of anger, who fall in love despite their extreme differences. But as ugly secrets and shocking pasts slowly come to the surface, their relationship is driven to the breaking point in a storm of taut emotion. Souryou crafts a tight, balanced plot that leaves no room for boredom or complaint.It is a theme that has been done thousands of time before, so MARS makes no claim to originality. It is in the art and the execution that it outshines the competition. There are so many stories that simply throw misunderstanding after misunderstanding, rival after rival, at two people who profess to love each other more than anything yet degenerate into petty squabbles caused by their own insecurities. How many times have you felt the urge to yell at a character for displaying the ultimate in stupidity? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;MARS has been running for several years, and the grace with which it step-sides these pitfalls is most certainly a factor behind its popularity.The manga starts off focused on a girl named Kira. She is a talented artist, but her quiet and assuming nature leaves her with few friends, and, because of her rather extreme reactions of fear to the opposite sex, the boys tend to avoid her. However, when Kira runs into Rei, the "bad boy" of her school, she becomes drawn to him in a way which even she cannot understand. Rei represents a complete opposite: a playboy who is arrogant, rebellious, impulsive and violent. He is handsome to the point of almost being a work of art. To everyone's surprise, Kira suddenly asks Rei to be a model, and, even more surprisingly, Rei agrees. The title MARS refers to the Roman god of war, which is what Kira's interpretation of the fire and anger within Rei turns out to be.Their relationship begins in the art classroom, is shaken by personal demons, then grows and strengthens despite the odds. Later volumes delve into Rei's past and shed light on his self-destructive nature, and further on we learn more about Kira as well. At no point does the author let them appear as anything less than two selfless people in love who do their best to surmount crises that they have little control over.This story would be far less successful if not for Souryou's art. Her characters are tall and lanky, the lines fine but confident. There are few backgrounds, but that is because Souryou puts all her energy into people. She excels at facial expressions, especially those of strong emotions such as shock, disbelief or desperation. As for the overall look, imaginative angles and skillful panel layouts make this a joy to page through.As far as shojo titles go, MARS is in the category aimed at older teenagers. Its rather forward approach to topics such as sex and suicide may surprise those unfamiliar with the genre, but, because it does not skirt or focus solely on these concepts, it maintains a sense of reality despite what are admittedly extreme circumstances.With hundreds of titles sitting on the shelves, buying manga is a real hit or miss experience. This is one title that I stand solidly behind—you don't come across something this good everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-112831643635625203?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/112831643635625203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=112831643635625203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/112831643635625203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/112831643635625203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2005/10/deep-behind-mars.html' title='Deep behind MARS'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-112825011421396564</id><published>2005-10-02T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T03:48:34.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will be lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/1600/Hua_Ze_Lei_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="144" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/320/Hua_Ze_Lei_6.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Im scared, if its true then I will be lost forever..&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely miss this man and this picture will reminds me that there is someone who smiles better than mars. The sound coming from his violin will always stay in many people's heart especially in my heart. Im only here to support my one and only huazelei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-112825011421396564?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/112825011421396564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=112825011421396564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/112825011421396564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/112825011421396564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-will-be-lost.html' title='I will be lost'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-112822199991749834</id><published>2005-10-01T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T19:59:59.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DaS wants to get married, but Xu Ma: later</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Seeing her sister happily married, DaS who has always wanted to get married is thinking of pulling Zaizai into a whirlwind marriage. They selected jewelry in a high profile fashion and met the parents on mid autumn festival; the intention of settling down is very obvious. But, 'Times Weekly' has interviewed Xu Mama in its latest issue; she gives a negative reply tactfully. She indicates that it is already very tiresome to plan one daughter's wedding within a year. Next year, she wants to marry off the oldest daughter and hopes that 2nd daughter DaS and Zaizai wait until after next year.DaS's friend reveals that DaS is obsessed with getting married. Lan Zhenglong got scared and ran off. Zaizai, who yearns for and enjoys the world of two people, however is warmed up to the idea. So DaS can't wait to announce their wedding news on her birthday of Oct. 6. She couldn't hold herself back on Sep. 16 when she was on stage with XiaoS promoting jeans and revealed herself, "I don't rule out a whirlwind marriage." The entire press was shocked by it.DaS is so obsessed with getting married that she was spot by public selecting jewelry with Zaizai in the Tiffany and Mikimoto counters located at the Taipei Dunnan Sogo department store. They were heedless of looks cast at them by other people. Her friend expresses that if it weren't both DaS and Zaizai are busy with their careers, DaS would love to announce the wedding news on her upcoming birthday.About making "DaZai Love" public, DaS has declared, "I don't rule out a whirlwind marriage." Zaizai's manager Yao Yijun says, "This is their private territory. I won't interfere. And I don't have any thoughts on it." "I respect an artist's decision."But Xu Mama thinks otherwise. When asked by the media, she says tactfully, "I hope to marry one daughter off in one year. I'm too old and can't handle weddings scheduled too tight. It's lot of hard work to plan a wedding." "I hope to have a wedding for DaS's older sister next year. She is 30-year old and has been dating with her boyfriend for over 10 years since high school. She should get married first. There's no hurry for DaS. She can wait until the year after next. There is no need to delay too long if she wants to get married, but she doesn't have to be so impulsive, either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Source: China Times Evening News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-112822199991749834?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/112822199991749834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=112822199991749834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/112822199991749834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/112822199991749834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2005/10/das-wants-to-get-married-but-xu-ma.html' title='DaS wants to get married, but Xu Ma: later'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-112820942421043895</id><published>2005-10-01T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T16:30:24.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mama shou</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/1600/mamasou1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" height="89" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/320/mamasou1.jpg" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First place: Zhou Yu Min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A young man so goodlooking the word “beautiful” can be used to describe him, one can just imagine how handsome he is.After a succession of TV series, ZaiZai’s acting skills has become more and more impressive. I believe that Zhou Yu Min’s progress in the future will be even more exceptional than the rest of F4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i think chen ling owes a long to lu yen feng... kinda looks like zaizai's prep role to mars... i mean if you think about it, chen ling is kind of a combination of all zaizai characters... hua ze lei can be seen in chen sheng; yen feng, tai lang and the character he played in come to my place can all be seen in chen ling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-112820942421043895?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/112820942421043895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=112820942421043895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/112820942421043895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/112820942421043895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2005/10/mama-shou.html' title='mama shou'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-112461173494487690</id><published>2005-08-21T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T01:08:54.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtues ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;There is a high boundaries between me and zaizai. sa sobrang taas di ko na kayang huminga. ni hindi niya nga alam na nagexist pa ko sa mundong ito. kapag nandyan siya kasi parang ang lapit lapit niya lang pero ang totoo kasing layo siya ng mars ni hindi ko nga alam kung mararating ko yun. pero naisip ko rin na dapat maging masaya si zaizai, kung magpapakasal siya sana magandang buhay ang ibigay sa kanya ng diyos. tungkol naman sa mga bagay na to,....balang araw makikita ko rin si zaizai pero sa araw at pagkakataong yun gigibain ko na yung mga boundaries na nakapalibut sa akin at kay zaizai. hindi ko alam kungilang taon o mahihintay nya pa na magawa ko yun pero gagawin ko yun kapag ang mga takot ko nakalagpas na sa mars at nasira na ng panginoon nito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-112461173494487690?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/112461173494487690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=112461173494487690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/112461173494487690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/112461173494487690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2005/08/virtues-ending.html' title='Virtues ending'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-112458350392709532</id><published>2005-08-20T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T17:18:23.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;On the east part of the earth,there lies two enormous mountain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;People symbolize this  mountain as the mountain of freedom and wealth because of its good nature and well being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But on its back darkness is superior from all elements in the world. A dark cloud covered by sufferings, fears and affliction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The description of this cloud completely scare us.&lt;br /&gt;If we could onle pass the limitation of this darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Only then we will realize that happiness always comes after sadness and the limitation is now ended when the sun rises in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;On this place, in a particular time and space will be a witness on how people will face thier own respective fears. and faintly believe that the only thing that will holds up difficult times is an internal spirit that doesnt fear the aspect of fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-112458350392709532?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/112458350392709532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=112458350392709532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/112458350392709532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/112458350392709532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-place.html' title='This Place'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-112458309304739751</id><published>2005-08-20T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T17:11:33.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mars:About the story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/1600/zaizai-chen%20ling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/320/zaizai-chen%20ling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;MARS : About the Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;On a racing circuit, the unique smell of gas wafted in the air as engines were started. The loud noises generated by passing bikes always uncovered and stoked some desire hidden deep inside people's hearts. Fast, so fast to the extent that you can't even think, you can only concentrate on the high speed up ahead. It's human beings' challenge on the limitation of high speed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The story began at a racing circuit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ling, the main character of the story, originally had a twin brother and they depended on each other. Their personalities were polar opposite but complementary. They were each other's only support in spirit and in life. Ling couldn't sit still and spent his days riding at racing circuits. Racing was his lifetime professional goal. Sheng was quite and always stayed at Ling's side, capturing Ling's flying spirits in drawings. All should have been nice and balanced.... However, because of heavy family issues and love conflicts, Ling lost his alter ego, the only one who understood and tolerated him. The racing dream was no longer important to him. Being incomplete, he did not deserve to race on holy racing circuits. Until one day he met Qi Luo. Qi Luo's understanding help soothing and smoothing over Ling's loss. Love replaced family and became Ling's biggest support. Once again, pursuit of his dream was propelled, riding into the boundless future. At the end, Ling was again at a racing circuit. The start flag was waved, wild blood of Mars increasingly gushing forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;CHEN LING - REI KASHINO (portrayed by Vic 'Zai Zai' Zhou Yu Min) 21 years old, 2nd year in college. Known as the "bad boy" of the school, very popular, easy-going and friendly although can be very violent when angry, absolutely loves to race motorcycles. Ling wasn't lonely in the beginning. He had a younger twin brother Sheng. After incident ended, he wanted to break away from his family, entered college with equal curriculum vitae, unfolding a new life.QI LUO - KIRA ASO (portrayed by Barbie Xu / Da S) 20 years old, 2nd year in college. A shy and quiet girl who cares much about her art. Very talented, doesn't interact with other students - seems to have her own little world. She was abused by her stepfather. In the beginning, Qi Luo fears Ling, but as she was getting to know him better, she could not help but like this cool but passionate man. Qi Luo changes her perspective of Ling after a sexual harassment incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;CHEN SHENG - SEI KASHINO(portrayed by Vic 'Zai Zai' Zhou Yu Min)Ling's young twin brother who committed suicide. After losing his mother, Ling was his only reliance. In his life besides drawing, it was only Ling. Although his personality is diametrically opposite from Ling's, but Sheng is clearly aware that Ling belongs to him entirely. He doesn't know why, but whenever he sees Ling's violent and bloody side, Sheng would feel secure and satisfied. Perhaps it's because this complete darkness, complete force, was what Sheng wanted to be able to do all along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;SHA ZHI - SHIORI (portrayed by Xiao Xiao) Ling¡¦s first love, 21 years old.Sha Zhi loves to control, capture and own. From the beginning Ling was unruly and uncontrollable. Sheng is calm and tender and was captured by Sha Zhi¡¦s glittering smile quickly. Sha Zhi however wasn¡¦t satisfied because even though Sheng and Ling look exactly the same, Sheng couldn¡¦t replace Ling¡¦s challenging desire. That¡¦s how entangled Sha Zhi is between Sheng and Ling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mars synopses&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;On the race tracks, the gasoline accompanies the engine sounds and creates a special smell in the atmosphere. When the cars race past, the sounds that it gives off rumble in the air and will always bring forth some kind of desire within the deepest part of a person's heart. Fast, a fastness that requires completely no thinking and only can concentrate on the high speed ahead. It is the limit that humanity thirsts to challenge. The start of this story begins on the race track. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The leading character of the story, Ling, originally had a twin brother that is bound to him by destiny. These two with their extreme differences in their personality but still balancing each other, became each other's sole dependents in spirit and in life. The active Ling, speeds long on his motorcycle all day, regarding racing as his life-long career; the quiet Sheng, follows by the side of Ling and records the appearance of Ling with his paint brush when he is racing. Everything was supposed to be so perfect and balanced¡K However, because of heavy family and emotional disputes, Ling loses the only "other him" that understands and forgives him. His dream of racing is no longer important. His empty and unbearable self does not deserve to speed down the sacred race course. Until he meets Qi Luo. Qi Luo's forgiveness smoothes the emptiness in Ling. And love, replaces family relationship, becoming the biggest support that Ling's spirit needs. Therefore, his dream starts to gain power once again, racing toward an endless boundary¡K The story's ending, Ling stands once again on the race tracks. When the starting flag starts flapping in the wind, the war-god's blood starts boiling with a sense that can¡¦t be restrained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part of the CAST&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ling (portrayed Vic Zhou Yu Min)&lt;/strong&gt; 21 years old, 2nd year college. "This huge monster that carries a long spear and comes running quickly. Until the present, he has finally seen his true mean and ferocious appearance. Actually, this monster is himself." Ling's life didn't start off lonely. He has a twin brother, Sheng, who is younger than him. This same birth, which was originally believed to be perfect, turns out to be a kind of regret. This kind of regret is not something that a person who is born alone would be able to understand. Having the same appearance as another soul is like a reflection on a mirror. But this reflection that is not completely the same seems to remind them time and again that they each possess an aspect that the other seems to be lacking. One is unconstrained and addicted to excitement, the other is scholarly and obedient. Sheng is always envious of Ling's arbitrary speed on the racetrack; Ling never understands the true meaning of the sketches that Sheng always draws for him. However, the year that Ling is 16 years olds, the mild-mannered Sheng decided to end his own short life. From that time on, Ling sinks into a painful, deep abyss. He lived a full 2 years in a recuperating institution and since then, he hasn't looked into a mirror again. He forgot how he looks like. Perhaps, this kind of forgetfulness may allow him to forget Sheng, may allow him to forget the emptiness that remained so that he will no longer feel so cold. After the incident happened, Ling who breaks away from the family was admitted to a university and launches into his new life. Actually this is not the new beginning of Ling's life; on the contrary, this is slowly letting his original self die away bit by bit. Therefore, on campus, Ling becomes the headache of all the teachers, the heartbreaker of all the girls, and the jealousy of all the guys. Because he is the war-god, Mars, all the sources of cruel disaster and bloodshed comes from him. Just as long as you get close to him, blood must be shed. This type of abnormal self-acknowledgement torments Ling. Fortunately, he still has his good friend, Ming Gao, who trusts him which is the only strength that Ling hasn't lost control of yet. Therefore, the moment that Ming Gao, who lost both his legs, hands the keys to his beloved motorcycle over to Ling, Ling apparently appears to be alive once again. When Ling unexpectedly meets Qi Luo, that's when he is finally awakened. Without knowing why, from the bottom of Ling's heart, there arises an impulse to protect Qi Luo. Perhaps this is the extension of the love that his has for Sheng that is spreading, yet it is still not complete. On Qi Luo's being, he finds tranquility there; especially the moment when Qi Luo, who loves drawing, tells him the story of the way Romans see the war-god, Mars - a brave and gallant God. Ling is numbed -- that afternoon, in the sketching room of the arts class, he stares at the plaster figure of the war-god and cannot help but gives it a kiss. Qi Luo found another truth for Ling -- that is not only the difference of the war-god myths between the Greek version and the Roman version -- but is - love will lead us down a bright and promising road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheng (portrayed by Vic Zhou Yu Min)&lt;/strong&gt; Ling's twin brother, killed himself at the age of 16 years old. "Perhaps, only with death would I be able to stay in Ling's heart forever." After the death of their mother, Sheng's only dependent is Ling. In his life, besides drawing, there is only Ling. Even though he deeply loves Sha Zhi, yet she still doesn't match up to one-millionth of Ling. Despite the huge difference in personalities between him and Ling, yet, Sheng clearly knows that Ling completely belongs to his own self. Don't know why but just as long as he sees the violent and bloody side of Ling, there is a part of Sheng that would feel secure and satisfied. Perhaps, it is because this complete darkness, this complete force, is something that Sheng has always wanted to achieve, yet he never could accomplish. Sheng is actually just a victim. The only thing that their mother left for them is a path down the road of destruction. "Ling, our appearance looks exactly the same, but our character is totally different. It is just like the sun and the moon. I really wish that there will be a day, where I can be just as brave as you¡K" This is the last words of Sheng before he jumps down from a building¡K In the end, Sheng is still not brave enough, but he still believes that one day, Ling will travel along with him¡K &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qi Luo (portrayed Barbie Xu Xi Yuan)&lt;/strong&gt; 20 years old, 2nd year college. Lives in the Parthenon Temple, takes Athena's name of wisdom, rationality and chastity, silently waiting for the retreat of darkness. The quiet and delicate Qi Luo actually has a very strong inner self. She faintly understands that the only thing that will hold up against difficult times is an internal spirit that doesn't fear the aspect of fear. Therefore, even though she is still at a young age, she shoulders a wound that is hard to recover and heal. Through the paint brush within her hand, she transmits the sounds of her innermost feelings of beauty and pure honesty. Qi Luo was raped by her stepfather when she was 13 years old. From then on, she doesn't trust people that easily, especially men. Even though her mom, who discovers the truth in the end, insists on living separately with the stepfather, but these unseen wounds are already too hard to heal again. That's why Qi Luo always comes and goes by herself, with no friends, with no partner to play with. She doesn't talk with any man because she can't distinguish between genuine goodness from fakeness. She would rather just have her weak mother, painting, paint brush, and the nightmares that come in the dark of the night in her life. Qi Luo is very pretty - beautiful paleness and melancholy. The chaotic outside world always seems to provoke her weak appearance - her stepfather is like this, her classmates in school are like this too. Therefore, Qi Luo hides herself in the darkness yet this seems to arouse other people to harbor evil intentions toward her even more. Fortunately after she gets into college, everyone is busy with their new college life and no one would take notice of Qi Luo hidden in the shadows. Qi Luo finds happiness under her own silence and paint brush. She doesn't understand that being so low-key and is often neglected by other people, how she would be able to attract the school's worst student - Ling's attention. What's even more unexpected is that ever since Ling's appearance, Qi Luo gradually sees the ugliness of evil under camouflages and the good nature of Ling that he is hiding behind his behavior. This is the first time that Qi Luo starts trusting someone. Perhaps it was because of that afternoon - the kiss that Ling gave to the plaster figure of the war-god. That kiss allowed her to see something so beautiful that she has never seen before, so brilliant that it stings the eyes, so full of sincereness. She accepted Ling and decided to fight against the darkness that is surrounding him. Qi Luo has always believed that the power to being strong successfully is loneliness; Ling makes her understand that true strongness is to use true love to fight against difficulties. Therefore, those that are jealous, those that are envious, those that are dangerous, get defeated by Qi Luo and Ling's love one by one. Furthermore, those people are sincerely convinced, just like Qing Mei who deeply loves Ling, Sha Zhi and Da Ye who deeply loves Qi Luo -- however, the most difficult to overcome is their own respective nightmares. If it is said that Qi Luo saves Ling from darkness, then Ling would be the source of Qi Luo's happiness. When they are gazing at each other, they are not highlighting their imperfections, but rather, they are extracting each other's good nature. It turns out that "good", "evil" really doesn't show its true face in front of people. When we start to close our eyes, that's when our hearts will gradually start to clear up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tong Dao (portrayed by Shone An Jun Can)&lt;/strong&gt; 19 years old, 1st year college, admires Ling. "Ling is the only one that is fit to be my friend because we are both someone who loves darkness¡K" Tong Dao is only 19 years old, but his intelligence is twice that of the average person. Because of his excessively delicate appearance, Tong Dao has been the object of his classmates' bullying since childhood. However, time after time of humiliation and torment gradually leads to the rise of the darkness in the deepest part of him. The only way to subside his fear is to completely rend all the happy and the unhappy things¡K When everyone is blinded by Tong Dao's good student appearance, only Ling is able to see the enormous hatred that stems from the deepest part of Tong Dao's soul. Tong Dao constantly reminds Ling, you don't have to be afraid to come close to me, just like you don't have to be afraid of the cruel, bloody self that is within you. "Don't you see? Each time that 'he' comes¡K Your body is much more relaxed. At that time, that is your true self! Ling, see how conceited you are. Never thought that love would cause you to become so frail and so hateful¡K" Step by step, Tong Dao starts to push Ling into the darkest corner. However, without giving up, Qi Luo competes against Tong Dao's evil power. "You and I are no longer the same because I have Qi Luo and you don't." Ling says. Ling's words infuriated Tong Dao and causes Qi Luo to get caught up into a huge crisis¡K In the end, Tong Dao had his own ending. Humanity's darkness will never have an end. The war-god's armor dazzles underneath the sun and Tong Dao's singing voice still resonates brightly in the night¡K &lt;strong&gt;Sha Zhi (portrayed by Ruby Xiao Xiao)&lt;/strong&gt; 21 years old, Ling's first love. "Legend has it that in Greek mythology, the smile of the beautiful god, Venus, can deceive all the Gods and all the mortals. In order to prove her own charm, she would go as far as to provoke a war of a century." Sha Zhi grew up in a very good environment and is the only daughter of the family. She has been under the protection of her parents since she was a child. And her student life, not only is she an excellent student but she knows how to use her beautiful smile to win the love and admiration of all teachers. Perfect inner and outer qualifications allow her to deeply believe that all these things need not be doubted, because she should be the center of the world -- including Ling¡¦s. She has selected Ling ever since the beginning but Ling is that much unconstrained, free and not controllable. Yet Sha Zhi is born with the love for controlling, capturing and possessing. Fortunately, Ling has another appearance -- Sheng. Sheng is quiet and tender. Very quickly he falls under the spell of Sha Zhi's glittering smile yet Sha Zhi is still not satisfied. Because even though Sheng and Ling have the exact same appearance, but Sheng can't replace the desire of challenge that Ling gives to Sha Zhi. That's how Sha Zhi gets tangled up in between Sheng and Ling, playing with jealousy, manipulating love. Eventually, she stirs up the war between these two close brothers and causes a tragedy to occur when one plays with fire. Even if Ling falls in love with Sha Zhi again, but in the end, she's still not able to get him. The infuriated Sha Zhi takes her anger out on Sheng. After she says the cruelest words to Sheng, he chooses to end his life with a suicide. Henceforth, Sha Zhi is destined to lose Ling forever, who falls into a deep guilty conscience. Until that moment, Sha Zhi seems to realize that the universe doesn't revolve around her. However, she is still not satisfied. She still believes that she will be able to possess Ling in the end. As long as she uses her smile to enchant and her tears to captivate. When smiles and tears both lose its charm, Sha Zhi falls down from the clouds to ground. She finally understands that, in the end, beauty cannot win over true love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xiang Zi (portrayed Ben Duo RuRu)&lt;/strong&gt; 26 years old, an expert female car racer. Ming Gao's dream and love partner. "Dedicated her own glory for love." Being able to find a partner who has the same goal as oneself, is everyone's dream. Xiang Zi and Ming Gao get acquainted and fell in love on the racing tracks. In the beginning, Xiang Zi excitedly rejoices for herself. But the repeated thrills on the race track, tragedies that brush past, would cause Xiang Zi to be worried and disturbed over the "possibility" that something might happen to cause her to lose her love. Yet she knows she can't deprive Ming Gao of his dreams. Especially after Ming Gao had an accident and lost both his legs, Xiang Zhi starts to race for the sake of Ming Gao. For both of their dreams, she chases after the speed! Love is selfish. At least now, she doesn't have to be restless over the fact that she might lose Ming Gao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da Ye (portrayed Xiu Jie Kai)&lt;/strong&gt; 21 years old, Qi Luo's high school and college classmate. "Gentle and carefree, yet when it comes to love, he is a bashful guy. He is always silently protecting Qi Luo." Before the appearance of Ling, Da Ye is the only friend that cares about Qi Luo in this school. However, because Qi Luo is always shying away from people, Da Ye still hasn't dared to reach out to her yet. He can only silently, distantly, wish her well. At certain times, Da Ye also envies Ling; Ling's dominance towards love, is not something that Da Ye dares. Da Ye knows that even if Ling didn't appear, he still wouldn't have the courage to break through this cold wall that is around Qi Luo. He can only silently wait, wait for Qi Luo's needs, wait for Qi Luo's call, wait for the time when Qi Luo is sad and offering her a chest to cry on. Da Ye really wishes to be able to see Qi Luo's smiling face again, even though this is something that has happened a long, long time ago¡K Da Ye is the school's running athlete. He, who looks gentle, yet he always runs first place. It's only when he is running would Da Ye be able to fully divulge on his love for Qi Luo. Even though in the end, he is still running toward the destination all alone¡K On the day that Qi Luo was forcefully taken away by Qing Mei, the first thing that Da Ye did was to run towards the stadium. However, he was still a second behind Ling. "Even with running, I can't win him¡K Perhaps, Ling is able to bring happiness to Qi Luo¡K and not me." Seeing the tightly hugging Qi Luo and Ling, Da Ye smiles and also cries¡K Concluding his one-sided love to Qi Luo, the feelings between Da Ye and Qing Mei, unconsciously and gradually starts to grow. "Qing Mei is actually not a bad girl¡K she just wanted to bravely snatch back what she has lost. It's just that she doesn't know that she has actually never possessed it in the first place¡K" Qing Mei accidentally overhears Da Ye's words and she has this feeling that there is someone who understands her¡K One day, Da Ye is practicing running on the field after school. Qing Mei also silently starts running too. "Let's run together!" says Qing Mei. "OK! Let's see how far we can run!" Da Ye smilingly responds. Under the setting sun, this is how a new happiness starts¡K &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qing Mei (portrayed Megan Lai Ya Yan&lt;/strong&gt;) 21 years old, Ling's college classmate. "I thought I had Ling but actually, I was only deceiving myself and others¡K" She thought that Ling would not fall in love with anyone. However, as long as she can be together with Ling, she can endure anything. There's no love? It doesn't matter. Qing Mei always believes that there is no one who wants Ling more than her. Until that day, Qing Mei sees the firm perseverance in Qi Luo's eyes: "Will breaking my hands, then you will allow me to like Ling?" Qing Mei realizes that her love for Ling actually can't compare to the small, frail girl in front of her¡K Qing Mei, who is fond of power, still tries to strive one last time. As a result, she went to find Da Ye. "You obviously love her, so why are you acting like a useless coward and don't dare to do anything?" "Love is not a one-sided deal that you can obtain. If the other person doesn't love you, then the more you do, the more you will lose¡K" "Cherish yourself, the least you can do is save a bit of your own integrity." This phrase is said to Qing Mei and also said to Da Ye, himself. In the end, Da Ye and Qing Mei became a couple. Da Ye gave Qing Mei something that Ling has never provided for her before - warm and relieved feelings. And these two people will become Ling and Qi Luo's most important friends in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-112458309304739751?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/112458309304739751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=112458309304739751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/112458309304739751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/112458309304739751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2005/08/marsabout-story.html' title='Mars:About the story'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625015.post-112458264431686187</id><published>2005-08-20T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T17:04:04.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why do i love zaizai?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/1600/god%20of%20war.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3074/1452/320/god%20of%20war.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;why do i love zaizai?, that is the question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i already leave this question behind and until now i cant answer it. It was summer time when i first see him, first impression was,....he is so handsome! i dont know anything about him because i was only 11years old that time. he's eyes is so expensive, it moved me already. he talks differently not because it is  mandarin, its because.....hmmm. I cant describe him. there is just one thing i cant understand about him but i have to whisper it to the wind and hope he will receive that.......zaizai ji de wo ai ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;                                                              janika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625015-112458264431686187?l=huazelei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/feeds/112458264431686187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625015&amp;postID=112458264431686187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/112458264431686187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625015/posts/default/112458264431686187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huazelei.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-do-i-love-zaizai.html' title='why do i love zaizai?'/><author><name>janika's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271970188164989205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4426/tmp108wg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
