<?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-2452420399538662304</id><updated>2012-02-02T03:50:43.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keiichi's Hornet Crest - Loveless, Shy Boy (Novel)</title><subtitle type='html'>STORY/ART: Keiichi Niwa</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452420399538662304/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Keiichi Niwa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/SpyJRy_CGMI/AAAAAAAAA2I/mF06LuMhkQg/S220/scremies_bleach7.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452420399538662304.post-4099999797083506210</id><published>2009-08-01T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T08:39:48.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor IX: Un nuevo semestre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/SnRR6WD-oSI/AAAAAAAAArU/iikfCVEjzoU/s1600-h/Amor+IX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/SnRR6WD-oSI/AAAAAAAAArU/iikfCVEjzoU/s400/Amor+IX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365003118901633314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Un nuevo semestre = A new semester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mid-term holiday had finally passed. A new semester, a new, boring week for all the students...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Including Chen and Ting, feeling sleepy on the way to class. In their mind, all they want is just a heavy sleep till noon. But now, they felt like their dreamland was grabbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They checked the name list for their class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chen, it looks like we're not in the same class anymore," said Ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah... maybe you did not do well in the previous exam," Chen replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's OK, I'll try again next time. Well, where's 3-B?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-A. Now, lack one pupil from the class. It was Geoff Ting Hong Kui. Wherelse, Takeru Chen Kuang Lai stayed in that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chen moves on to 3-A. There, he hid behind the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students said, "Where's Pinku Chen today? I guess he's still afraid to come to class."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, especially when his chicken sidekick had been lowered to 3-B..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cock-a-doodle-doo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That word can be heard repeatedly from that class. Chen feels so humiliated. Especially, when his friends still call him a chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, some high-heel steps heard from the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no,... it's Miss Fanny!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Should I enter the class now, or not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!!! PINKU CHEN IS NOT HERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Should I...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;~ to be continued ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452420399538662304-4099999797083506210?l=loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/4099999797083506210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/2009/08/amor-ix-un-nuevo-semestre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452420399538662304/posts/default/4099999797083506210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452420399538662304/posts/default/4099999797083506210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/2009/08/amor-ix-un-nuevo-semestre.html' title='Amor IX: Un nuevo semestre'/><author><name>Keiichi Niwa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/SpyJRy_CGMI/AAAAAAAAA2I/mF06LuMhkQg/S220/scremies_bleach7.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/SnRR6WD-oSI/AAAAAAAAArU/iikfCVEjzoU/s72-c/Amor+IX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452420399538662304.post-6393515860631541300</id><published>2009-07-22T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T04:30:44.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor VIII: Sonrojó</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/Smb0A3gOL_I/AAAAAAAAAlg/JNIwsaPnBZo/s1600-h/Amor+VIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/Smb0A3gOL_I/AAAAAAAAAlg/JNIwsaPnBZo/s400/Amor+VIII.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361240702167429106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;* Sonrojo = Blushed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He ran away from the class and followed by Gade from behind. Then, Chen accidentally hit something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"What did he hit?," asked Veronica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um... hard to say... Come here..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting whispers to Veronica. Suddenly, Veronica felt blushed upon hearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? He hit that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep. Can I continue?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chen falls to the ground and found out that a girl is in front of him. She is one year older than Chen itself. Beautiful, but one scold from him can make you suffer for years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, kiddie," said the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yyyyeaaahhhh?" asked Chen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did that Gade Guy try to hit you again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh-hhhuhh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me handle this. Stay back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl confronts Gade while Chen hides behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, you want a fight huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No need for that. I have my backup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Gade turns back, the principal of the school is walking towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you're lucky for this time, pipsqueak! Next time, you will suffer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gade runs away from the scene. The girl turns to Chen and gave him a handkerchief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tthankkk.. you..," said Chen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just call me... Cher. You can call me Cherry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And that's how he met his first love too...," said Ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fantastic! How could he don't have a GF then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He broke up with her..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ting, come here!" shouted Chen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I have to go now. See ya later, Veronica."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okie dokie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back into the house, Chen had awake from sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the matter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Had enough rest?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting sends Chen back to his home. Chen enters the house and directly gone to his room. He monologue to himself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why? Why should I hate the Eves? Have I troubled Ting so much?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I can't think like that. I must keep my promise long ago. I should never broke it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting immediately falls asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;~ to be continued ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P/S: Can you all guess what did Chen hit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/2452420399538662304-6393515860631541300?l=loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/6393515860631541300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/2009/07/amor-viii-sonrojo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452420399538662304/posts/default/6393515860631541300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452420399538662304/posts/default/6393515860631541300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/2009/07/amor-viii-sonrojo.html' title='Amor VIII: Sonrojó'/><author><name>Keiichi Niwa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/SpyJRy_CGMI/AAAAAAAAA2I/mF06LuMhkQg/S220/scremies_bleach7.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/Smb0A3gOL_I/AAAAAAAAAlg/JNIwsaPnBZo/s72-c/Amor+VIII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452420399538662304.post-2025131254778337273</id><published>2009-07-10T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:02:30.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor VII: Diminuto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/SlgI8CTNTcI/AAAAAAAAAf0/j4eLGXViMS8/s1600-h/Amor+VII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/SlgI8CTNTcI/AAAAAAAAAf0/j4eLGXViMS8/s400/Amor+VII.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357041584259812802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;* Diminuto = Pipsqueak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"When he was a kid, he has been given a terrible name to describe his attitude," said Ting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"What was that?" asked Veronica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Pipsqueak."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ting brings us to the story when he and Ting was 13 years old...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;KRIING!! The bell rings, signing that it's recess time. Chen was sitting alone in the classroom while the others are having a nice recess outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"What I'm supposed to do today? I'm too shy to play outside.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ironically, he seems to hold his pee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"My, my... I can't hold it anymore.. I need to go outside now! Why don't I just walk backwards so that I can't see their face?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Chen stupidly walks to the toilet in a backward manner. Suddenly, he hit someone. It seems he's a big guy, maybe studying in Form 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Hey you!" shout the big guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Wwwwhhhaaaaaaattttttt....????" Chen asked afraidly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"How dare you try to hit me? Do you know who I am?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Nnnnooooo......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The big guy spitted on the ground, and said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"You little scoundrel! The whole students knows me already! Only you were staying in the dark like a silly girl! You should be ashamed for not knowing the greatest and the strongest student in this school!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Wh...Wh... Who are you th.. th.. then?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The big guy punches on Chen's face badly. Chen's nose were bleeding heavily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Let me tell you,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;... pipsqueak..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"My name is Gade!! Everyone calls me Gade the Great!! Only a fool like you would easily fall in my hands!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Chen tried to get up, but he couldn't. Then, Ting came to the scene from the canteen. He saw Gade is trying to go near Chen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Better I call the headmaster now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Meanwhile, Chen managed to get up and ran away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Trying to escape from Gade the Great, huh? You puny pipsqueak!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He ran away from the class and followed by Gade from behind. Then, Chen accidentally hit something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;~ to be continued ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452420399538662304-2025131254778337273?l=loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/2025131254778337273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/2009/07/amor-vii-diminuto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452420399538662304/posts/default/2025131254778337273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452420399538662304/posts/default/2025131254778337273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/2009/07/amor-vii-diminuto.html' title='Amor VII: Diminuto'/><author><name>Keiichi Niwa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/SpyJRy_CGMI/AAAAAAAAA2I/mF06LuMhkQg/S220/scremies_bleach7.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/SlgI8CTNTcI/AAAAAAAAAf0/j4eLGXViMS8/s72-c/Amor+VII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452420399538662304.post-1305616121654495481</id><published>2009-06-28T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T04:58:56.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor VI: Expuestos Cabello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/SkdXQUXXVWI/AAAAAAAAAbk/v06JHXLtCHE/s1600-h/Amor+VI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/SkdXQUXXVWI/AAAAAAAAAbk/v06JHXLtCHE/s400/Amor+VI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352342620009354594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;* Expuestos Cabello = Exposed hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"No way... That girl took my white cap!," said Chen nervously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"I guess she's still around," said Ting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Chen is very worried about losing his cap. Because, it falls into the hands of a girl, the type of human being that he hates so much. But, due to his hatred also, he refuses to meet any girl on earth, except his mom. Lucky for him that he is the only child. If not, he might had killed his "sister".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Now, what I'm supposed to do? How would I face the boys? I can't show my hair here!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Patience, Chen. Now, why don't you come to my house? With this, you will not face any of them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"OK, as long as I'm away from others."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then, Ting brings Chen to his house in order to make him calm. When they arrived at Ting's house, another girl is waiting at the gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Oh no...," said Chen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Don't worry. It's just my new neighbour. She's married."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"It's OK if you say so."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, actually Chen does hate girls. But, not all of them. He only hates those who are still unmarried. But upon boys, he still feel the shame except upon his father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Chen, why don't you come in first? I have an errand to do with her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"OK."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Chen enters Ting's house and lay down on the couch. Minutes later, he falls asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Outside, Ting is having a chat with his neighbour, Veronica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Who's with you, Geoff? I never see him before."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Oh, for sure you hadn't see him. You just came here last week. He's Chen, my lifelong friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"You have a lifelong friend? Cool!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Well, but he has a little problem..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"What is it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ting tells Veronica all the things happened to Chen including the incident just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"What?! No wonder he covers his face in front of me.. But, why would he feel shy in front of boys?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"He had a terrible time in school..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~ to be continued ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452420399538662304-1305616121654495481?l=loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/1305616121654495481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/2009/06/amor-vi-expuestos-cabello.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452420399538662304/posts/default/1305616121654495481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452420399538662304/posts/default/1305616121654495481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/2009/06/amor-vi-expuestos-cabello.html' title='Amor VI: Expuestos Cabello'/><author><name>Keiichi Niwa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/SpyJRy_CGMI/AAAAAAAAA2I/mF06LuMhkQg/S220/scremies_bleach7.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/SkdXQUXXVWI/AAAAAAAAAbk/v06JHXLtCHE/s72-c/Amor+VI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452420399538662304.post-2848231136357848190</id><published>2009-06-21T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:20:33.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor V: Besó a una chica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/Sj7_HH-krkI/AAAAAAAAAYM/w1qzeaHjXHs/s1600-h/Amor+V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/Sj7_HH-krkI/AAAAAAAAAYM/w1qzeaHjXHs/s400/Amor+V.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349993905228394050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;* Besó a una chica = Kissed a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On the other hand, at the toilet. Chen is still hesitating, whether he wanted to get out from there or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"I've entered the men's bathroom, which means I will not meet any girl around here. Better I go out now, or I'll be trapped in this smelly stench," said Chen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He then covers his lower face with a piece of cloth and zoomed out from there. Unfortunately, the cloth is too loose, that it falls down while he's running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Oh no! I had to cover my face!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He continued running, covering his whole face until...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;BAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;... he collided with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When Chen opened his eyes, he was shocked! He accidentally kissed the girl whom he collided with. The girl has the same age as him, having a long hair and a very cute eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"No... I kissed a girl... I HATE!!!! HATE! HATE! HATE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Chen runs away from the scene without apologizing to the girl. All thing on his mind now is his hatred upon girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Wait! You forgot ... Never mind ...," said the girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He finally managed to run away from the mall and met Ting outside. He asked Ting, "Where's the girl with you? Is she gone?" Ting nods his head. Chen feels so relieved as no girls are with him now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Suddenly, Ting asked him, "Where's your cap?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Your white cap..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"OMG, I might left it at..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Where?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Um... nothing..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Back at the scene...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The girl is busy shopping at the mall. On her head, she wore a white cap, written an initial "T" on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It was Chen's cap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~ to be continued ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452420399538662304-2848231136357848190?l=loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/2848231136357848190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/2009/06/amor-v-beso-una-chica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452420399538662304/posts/default/2848231136357848190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452420399538662304/posts/default/2848231136357848190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/2009/06/amor-v-beso-una-chica.html' title='Amor V: Besó a una chica'/><author><name>Keiichi Niwa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/SpyJRy_CGMI/AAAAAAAAA2I/mF06LuMhkQg/S220/scremies_bleach7.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/Sj7_HH-krkI/AAAAAAAAAYM/w1qzeaHjXHs/s72-c/Amor+V.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452420399538662304.post-8639947091555494312</id><published>2009-06-16T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T07:28:12.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor IV: El Pasado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/Sjejn8d2CJI/AAAAAAAAAWE/BS8q_DsOEVY/s1600-h/Amor+IV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/Sjejn8d2CJI/AAAAAAAAAWE/BS8q_DsOEVY/s400/Amor+IV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347922989167282322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Previously in Amor III:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"It's hard for me to tell it, darling.. But, I must tell you, maybe you may help."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"OK, hun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"Well, actually Chen was..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;* El Pasado = The Past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"He once fall in love with a girl..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"So what, darling? It's normal to have someone for us to love!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Shh.. I didn't finish up my story yet..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"OK, sorry.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"It was 2 years ago, when Chen and I entered Form 1..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He was a very shy person as he refuses to enter the class. I also wondered what's wrong with him, even since he was small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every time he tried to confront people, he always try to run away.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yvonne asked, "I knew that, you already mentioned it. Now, tell me. How did he fall in love?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ting replied,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"One day, he tried to run away from a gang of five boys. They are trying to turn Chen into a clown by collecting money for them by making something silly. But then, he accidentally collided with a girl, one year older than him..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yvonne blushed and said, "Did he land on her..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ting shouted, "Stop that! Don't think that Chen is a pervert..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Whoops.. Sorry, dear..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Then, he told the girl to stop them, and she did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From there, he managed to turn the girl as his 2nd person that he does not fear to face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, there begins their love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, things didn't go as what should happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even though the girl's face was beautiful, lied inside her is a dark heart..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yvonne said, "What's wrong?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ting answered slowly, "She's.... actually a prostitute..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yvonne was shocked to hear it! "What?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Yes, she had been already loved by many guys, even the adult ones."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Oh my, no wonder he doesn't want to fall in love again..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Actually, his shyness is just upon boys...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"But, upon girls,... he shows his hatred side..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yvonne sweats rapidly upon hearing Ting's story. She then whispered in her heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"You're a man,... Chen..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;~ to be continued ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452420399538662304-8639947091555494312?l=loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/8639947091555494312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/2009/06/amor-iv-el-pasado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452420399538662304/posts/default/8639947091555494312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452420399538662304/posts/default/8639947091555494312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/2009/06/amor-iv-el-pasado.html' title='Amor IV: El Pasado'/><author><name>Keiichi Niwa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/SpyJRy_CGMI/AAAAAAAAA2I/mF06LuMhkQg/S220/scremies_bleach7.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/Sjejn8d2CJI/AAAAAAAAAWE/BS8q_DsOEVY/s72-c/Amor+IV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452420399538662304.post-2541795727446923065</id><published>2009-06-10T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T07:58:29.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor III: Escondió la cabeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/Si_IuNnUdPI/AAAAAAAAAUk/trjZxW0_9ns/s1600-h/Amor+III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/Si_IuNnUdPI/AAAAAAAAAUk/trjZxW0_9ns/s400/Amor+III.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345711978966185202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Escondió la cabeza = Hid head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a 15-minute ride, finally they arrived at the hypermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, actually, I can consider this place as a mall, because... it has everything! Arcades, bowling alleys, karaoke boxes, and many more. Well, I hang out here with Ting every week, but still, I hid my face from public," Chen whispered in his heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Hey, Geoffy hubby, what's up?" a girl called Ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I forgot... Sometimes, people called Ting as Geoff. Since it's his full name," said Chen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Geoffy hubby, why didn't you tell me that you came here?", said the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Darling, I'm so sorry. I purposely did not tell you, since I want to bring my friend for an outing," Ting replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it a girl or a boy?", asked the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a he, dear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see. That's OK."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here you go, Chen. She's my girlfriend, Yvonne."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's not with you now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Chen! Where are you?! Uh.. there goes his fever again..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is he sick, hubby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, he's too shy to face others other than me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's also people in this world acting like that? That's so silly, hun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it can't be helped since the event in the past."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened to him, hubby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, at the toilet inside the mall, Chen rushed into one of the rooms and locked himself inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't face her.. I wonder who is she? Is she here to make love with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO.. And there's no way I can date with any girl again! I already pledged to myself that I will never date any girl again! Oh my, what have I done? Running away from my own friend after seeing a girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot.. now I'm trapped inside this toilet and can't get out. I'm too shy to get into the public."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to the conversation scene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's hard for me to tell it, darling.. But, I must tell you, maybe you may help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, hun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, actually Chen was..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;~ to be continued ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/2452420399538662304-2541795727446923065?l=loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/2541795727446923065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/2009/06/amor-iii-escondio-la-cabeza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452420399538662304/posts/default/2541795727446923065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452420399538662304/posts/default/2541795727446923065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/2009/06/amor-iii-escondio-la-cabeza.html' title='Amor III: Escondió la cabeza'/><author><name>Keiichi Niwa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/SpyJRy_CGMI/AAAAAAAAA2I/mF06LuMhkQg/S220/scremies_bleach7.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/Si_IuNnUdPI/AAAAAAAAAUk/trjZxW0_9ns/s72-c/Amor+III.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452420399538662304.post-3162047559753952277</id><published>2009-06-06T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T07:54:30.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor II: Excursión</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/SiqMEGs7kUI/AAAAAAAAAT0/k19DI7zEgAs/s1600-h/Amor+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/SiqMEGs7kUI/AAAAAAAAAT0/k19DI7zEgAs/s400/Amor+II.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344237909974946114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;* Excursión = Outing (Spanish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Argh... It's areally boring day today.. I can't think of what can I do for today. Helping my dad? No.. 'coz he's working. My mom? He will have a meeting later."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"How about if I cook? Mom had prepared lunch earlier. Aw... I have nothing to do right now!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Suddenly, Chen got an idea. He directly go upstairs and grabbed his Sony Ericsson K550 phone. He then called his friend, Ting whether he goes out to town today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes!! Thank God! He wants to have a walk at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ebisu Hypermarket&lt;/span&gt; today!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Remember, Chen... 10 o' clock," said Ting at the end of the phone call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, he zoomed to his room and changed his clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I would like to wear a skater-style costume for today. But, can I face the public? Nah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;daijoubou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.. Ting is always on my side when I need help. A friend in need is a friend indeed,&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; said Chen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, he stepped out of his house and locked the door. After a 15 minute wait, Ting came with his motorcycle. He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; descends from his motorcycle and approached Chen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Hey, Chen! Nice style you got today! You wear the skater style?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Um.. yeah I guess.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"But, something's wrong..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"What is it, Ting?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Hum.. Let's see.. white shirt (written on it: Love is blind), check! short khakis, ... (have a love sign), check! Knee-high socks, um... (with small, black bunny pattern on it), check! (Pink) wristband, er... check!, bla bla bla..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Haiz..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Wait a sec! Your cap.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Oh, yeah... I forgot 'bout it.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He re-opened the house door and retrieve his white cap. On it is his initial letter "T" for Takeru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Don't wear your cap yet," said Ting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Put on your helmet, we're riding a motorbike, remember?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Oh, yes.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He removed his cap and hold it with his hand grip. After all things are set, they make their way to the hypermarket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Finally, I can get out of my home once in a while...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;~ to be continued ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Trivia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Chen's / Takeru's skater costume does match the skaters', except for the patterns, stated in brackets. (Paragraph 11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452420399538662304-3162047559753952277?l=loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/3162047559753952277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/2009/06/amor-2-excursion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452420399538662304/posts/default/3162047559753952277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452420399538662304/posts/default/3162047559753952277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/2009/06/amor-2-excursion.html' title='Amor II: Excursión'/><author><name>Keiichi Niwa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/SpyJRy_CGMI/AAAAAAAAA2I/mF06LuMhkQg/S220/scremies_bleach7.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/SiqMEGs7kUI/AAAAAAAAAT0/k19DI7zEgAs/s72-c/Amor+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452420399538662304.post-483162745986470321</id><published>2009-06-02T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T07:35:55.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor I:   Demasiado tímido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/SiVSSgQNW7I/AAAAAAAAARs/s4qNh7xUTNM/s1600-h/Amor+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/SiVSSgQNW7I/AAAAAAAAARs/s4qNh7xUTNM/s400/Amor+I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342767010794003378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Demasiado tímido = too shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pinku Chen!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baka Takeru!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cuttlefish!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ARGHH!! My head can't stand to hear those words anymore!! I want my own life! What will they get from teasing me?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*pant*pant*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whew, that was a bad dream... I wish not to hear those pesky words.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah.. that's my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name's Takeru Hayasegawa, born as Takeru Chen Meng Hua. I'm half-Japanese, half-Chinese. I'm still 15, now having a mid-year break. Only one week left before the next semester begins.. Haiz.. wish there's one more extra week of break..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I have a really wierd attitude, implemented in me since I was small. I less socialize with other people outside, except from my friend, Ting. That makes me to feel shy when I confront other people other than my family. Because of this, several nicknames are given to me... But I hate when I was called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pinku&lt;/span&gt;, since it means Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do, they think I'm girlish? I'm just lack of charisma to meet other people. Well, that's what I can't remove until now. Only Ting and my family always become my place to express my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 8.00 am. I need to take a bath now. Luckily today is Saturday. Guess it's playtime for today. But, what should I play today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chen!!", her mom shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take a bath now! I have many clothes to clean today!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Geez, my mom really doesn't like me to wake up late. Not like Ting, he is able to sleep till noon. Kinda jealous with him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh well, now's bath time for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the story of a youth, Takeru Chen and his life. Wonder how miserable his life is anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~~~ to be continued ~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452420399538662304-483162745986470321?l=loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/483162745986470321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/2009/06/amor-i-demasiado-timido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452420399538662304/posts/default/483162745986470321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452420399538662304/posts/default/483162745986470321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/2009/06/amor-i-demasiado-timido.html' title='Amor I:   Demasiado tímido'/><author><name>Keiichi Niwa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/SpyJRy_CGMI/AAAAAAAAA2I/mF06LuMhkQg/S220/scremies_bleach7.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/SiVSSgQNW7I/AAAAAAAAARs/s4qNh7xUTNM/s72-c/Amor+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452420399538662304.post-5241227400129581755</id><published>2009-05-23T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:55:11.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor 0: Prologue (06 July Update)</title><content type='html'>This story is based on Keiichi's own past, who is too shy and not ready yet to fall in love. But, his past was added with some twist which is out of the real story. (For sure la...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEDICATED TO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bloggers who write their own stories in their blog which become Keiichi's inspiration to make a love story. (They're my classmates in the same institute too ^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JJ KWON (Wrote a Korean-based love story, but stopped at ep. 5 ... XDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEEDHIYA LEEDEE (1st blog I saw writing a 7-episode love story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------SYNOPSIS------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The main character, not Keiichi, but Takeru, a 15-year-old guy who acts girlish (but he didn't think so) and very shy when meeting people, especially boys. He is always bullied and becoming a joker for his classmates. But, he only able to face his lifelong friend, Ting, a cheerful and funny boy. Born in a Chinese-Japanese family, his family is very concerned on his future and studies. And one of the future aspect is - love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One day, he goes shopping at a mall. Upon running through the crowd due to his shyness, suddenly he accidentally collide with a girl, about same age with him. Takeru directly ran away without even apologizing to her, but in a different manner (which shows the other side of Takeru Chen).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starting the next semester of his Form 3, he was placed not in the same class with Ting. Because of it, Ting's place was replaced by a girl. Surprisingly, the girl was the one whom Takeru had met at the mall. And her name is......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------COMING SOON------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CURRENT SPOILERS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ting's other name is Geoff, and had a girlfriend named Yvonne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Chen is shy when meeting boys, but shows hatred upon girls (except his mother).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRIVIA ABOUT KEIICHI AND THIS STORY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Keiichi's shyness fade as he enters Form 5, where he was promoted as a prefect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Takeru's character is based on Keiichi's own habit, always befriend Chinese boys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Takeru's Chinese name is Chen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Christine and Penelope are some of the suggestion name for that girl, but Keiichi denies it to prevent a "special" speculation... XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Takeru's dream is same as Keiichi's - study Technology in a Japanese University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Keiichi's nihongo proficiency is still at 15%, so don't be surprised if his Japanese grammar is wrong... XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Amor" means love in Latin/Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Some of these chapters may be filled with illustrations. Some are taken from Internet, and some are Keiichi's own artwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the story soon! I'll update it everytime I free to post. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2452420399538662304-5241227400129581755?l=loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/5241227400129581755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/2009/05/amor-0-prologue.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452420399538662304/posts/default/5241227400129581755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2452420399538662304/posts/default/5241227400129581755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveless-shy-boy.blogspot.com/2009/05/amor-0-prologue.html' title='Amor 0: Prologue (06 July Update)'/><author><name>Keiichi Niwa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2VRCEA96V4/SpyJRy_CGMI/AAAAAAAAA2I/mF06LuMhkQg/S220/scremies_bleach7.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
