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		<title>Our lives are so boring.</title>
		<category>celoonline</category>
		<pubDate>2010-01-29T16:39:06Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;/* Style Definitions */&lt;br /&gt;p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal&lt;br /&gt;{mso-style-parent:&amp;quot;&amp;quot;;&lt;br /&gt;margin:0in;&lt;br /&gt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;&lt;br /&gt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;&lt;br /&gt;font-size:12.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&lt;br /&gt;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;}&lt;br /&gt;h1&lt;br /&gt;{margin-right:0in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;&lt;br /&gt;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;&lt;br /&gt;margin-left:0in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;&lt;br /&gt;mso-outline-level:1;&lt;br /&gt;font-size:24.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;}&lt;br /&gt;@page Section1&lt;br /&gt;{size:8.5in 11.0in;&lt;br /&gt;margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-header-margin:.5in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-footer-margin:.5in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-paper-source:0;}&lt;br /&gt;div.Section1&lt;br /&gt;{page:Section1;}&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: green&quot;&gt;( Admin: Hello fellow site&lt;br /&gt;stalkers, let us rejoice with another 5 minute script. If you’ve been wondering&lt;br /&gt;where I am—I have been to the land of bubblegum and rainbow sprinkles. Not&lt;br /&gt;adding pictures this time, sorry. Might draw my own if I have time. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: green&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ The faint sound of the song of Paramore coming from Yen’s room can be heard&lt;br /&gt;in the hallway of the top floor. His door is slightly open, letting out the&lt;br /&gt;light of the many candles stacked around his room. He’s lying on his back on&lt;br /&gt;his bed, one arm resting behind his head. On top of him, stroking his bare&lt;br /&gt;chest is his current 15-year-old girlfriend, Ashley. She’s quietly humming to&lt;br /&gt;the music, her fingers dragging over Yen’s chest slowly. The candle on the side&lt;br /&gt;desk next to Yen’s head, flickers and he tilts his head in it’s direction. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley: We should find something to do today, Yenny dear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Like what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley: Maybe a movie? We could have sex in theatre again.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Is that all you think about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Ashley smiles brightly, leaning her head down to kiss Yen’s chest. Yen&lt;br /&gt;breathes out calmly, shutting his eyes for a moment. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Teenagers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley: The price you pay for statutory rape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Yen rolls his eyes. Fade out. Later that day, Yen is in the kitchen pouring&lt;br /&gt;himself a glass of milk, he fills it half way and stares at it, still holding&lt;br /&gt;the carton with his left hand. Kemo walks into the kitchen, noticing Yen’s&lt;br /&gt;little trance. She moves over to him, waving a hand in his face. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Yoohoo, anyone home ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ blinks and puts the carton down ] : Sorry, just thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: You were in the zone, pal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Just tired I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Kemo takes the carton from Yen, putting it back into the fridge for him;&lt;br /&gt;grabbing herself a pop at the same time. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: How’s your whore ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ picks up his glass of milk, rubbing the side with his thumb ] : You mean&lt;br /&gt;Ash? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: No I meant Madi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Are you being sarcastic or just pissed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo [ opened her pop, frowning ] : Kind of both. How can you date that little&lt;br /&gt;girl ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ swirls his milk in it’s glass, looking into it ] : I’m around controlling&lt;br /&gt;bitchy women all day. A submissive teenager is a turn on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Luka isn’t like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: I don’t feel that way about her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Oh, and you feel that way about Madi and I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: HAH! You want in our pants, but since we know what you’re up to—you’re&lt;br /&gt;plowing some teenage slut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Don’t be stupid. Madi is kind of cute, but you are far from pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Kemo twitches and steps forward, swinging her fist in front of Yen. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: You’re a jerk!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ smirking ] : I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Kemo storms out of the kitchen, leaving her pop on the counter. Yen takes one&lt;br /&gt;last look at his milk before pouring it down the closest sink, letting out a&lt;br /&gt;low sigh. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Our lives are so boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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		<title>Lol.</title>
		<category>celoonline</category>
		<pubDate>2010-01-29T16:03:46Z</pubDate>
		<description>Hello everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot find my old font. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive the lack of posts. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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		<title>Fighting back.</title>
		<category>celoonline</category>
		<pubDate>2009-04-19T06:22:41Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z230/Lee-chan01/nabari21_84.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;270&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;/* Font Definitions */&lt;br /&gt;@font-face&lt;br /&gt;{font-family:Candara;&lt;br /&gt;panose-1:2 14 5 2 3 3 3 2 2 4;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-charset:0;&lt;br /&gt;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-pitch:variable;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750091 0 0 159 0;}&lt;br /&gt;/* Style Definitions */&lt;br /&gt;p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal&lt;br /&gt;{mso-style-parent:&amp;quot;&amp;quot;;&lt;br /&gt;margin:0in;&lt;br /&gt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;&lt;br /&gt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;&lt;br /&gt;font-size:12.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&lt;br /&gt;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;}&lt;br /&gt;@page Section1&lt;br /&gt;{size:8.5in 11.0in;&lt;br /&gt;margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-header-margin:.5in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-footer-margin:.5in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-paper-source:0;}&lt;br /&gt;div.Section1&lt;br /&gt;{page:Section1;}&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Candara; color: green&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( Admin: I have to admit, I was a little&lt;br /&gt;afraid to put this one up. But hey. Ether everything is okay to write about, or&lt;br /&gt;nothing is.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Flashback ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ The sun is setting for the day. The camera zooms along the Cyn’s&lt;br /&gt;neighborhood, till it comes to their household. The lights are all on, and some&lt;br /&gt;mud drips onto the sidewalk by the camera. It moves up and we see a young&lt;br /&gt;twelve-year-old Yen in jean shorts and a big ripped t-shirt. He’s covered in&lt;br /&gt;mud and bruises, shivering from the cold. He’s watching the house,&lt;br /&gt;contemplating his next move. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ inner dialog ] : I don’t really want to go home.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ He turns a bit, looking down the street to the lightened city. He shivers&lt;br /&gt;again and looks back at the house where a crash is heard, making Yen jump. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ inner dialog ] : But where else can I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ There’s the sound of men laughing and Yen sighs as he makes his way up to the&lt;br /&gt;door. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Yen walks into the living room, where the table is flipped over and a few men&lt;br /&gt;and his father, John are watching the game drinking beers. John notices Yen&lt;br /&gt;come into the house and he gets up. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: Where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ keeps a straight face ] : I was at school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: Till fucking 6:30? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Yen shifts in his spot and the men in living room chuckling as they take&lt;br /&gt;interest in the conversation. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: I was at school till 4:30, then I walked around town till 5:30, then I&lt;br /&gt;went back to school and ran into some older students, then I came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: So you weren’t just at the school, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ John suddenly grabs Yen by the arm, tugging him forward. Yen tries to tug away, struggling and yelling. John growls and slaps Yen across the face to make&lt;br /&gt;him stop moving. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: You lied to me, Yen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ doesn’t move ] : The only place I was technically at was the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: What was that, you little smart-ass? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: What’s wrong, hard of hearing old man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ John’s friends laugh at Yen’s attitude. And John growls, lifting Yen up by&lt;br /&gt;his arm, who starts whimpering. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: That’s it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ John starts dragging Yen outside, his friends right behind them as they’re&lt;br /&gt;drunkenly cheering. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Let me go bastard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: You’re never going to learn any fucking respect, are you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Then why do you bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: Shut up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Yen begins screaming, throwing a fit as he’s being dragged. John’s friends&lt;br /&gt;start yelling to John. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John’s friends: Show that brat who’s boss’! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: Well I did promise a show later on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ hisses at John’s friends ] : You fuck heads! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ John throws Yen against the porch steps before bending down, grabbing the&lt;br /&gt;rope that’s attached to the railing. Yen sits up, rubbing his shoulder and&lt;br /&gt;tummy. He then yelps as his father grabs him. John then ties the rope tightly around his sons&lt;br /&gt;neck; doubling the knot a few times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing what’s going to happen, Yen starts clawing at the rope. His father&lt;br /&gt;smiles over to his friends. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: I told you he was fiery in real life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them: I can see, boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them [ clanging his bottle with one of the other men ] : Is this the&lt;br /&gt;show you were mentioning before, Johny? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: Nope. We have to clean him up first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them: Sounds fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ John looks down at Yen, who’s fighting with the rope, smiling. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: I don’t want to play this anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: If you’d just listen, you wouldn’t be in this mess. Now would you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Yen stops for a moment and glances down at himself. John moves forward and starts&lt;br /&gt;violently ripping off Yen’s shirt and shorts. Then he stands and steps&lt;br /&gt;backwards. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: Greg. Hose please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg: The hose? Wouldn’t it be frozen this time of year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: There’s no snow out; it’s not frozen. I used it last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg [ unravels the hose line, throwing the end to John ] : Catch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John [ catches the end ] : Don’t move now, Yen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Fuck you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Greg turns on the water, smiling that it isn’t frozen and John instantly&lt;br /&gt;swings the hose at Yen, the end smacking him across the face and the water&lt;br /&gt;soaking him head to toe. He yelps and tries to move behind the railing,&lt;br /&gt;swearing under his breath. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: Come on now, don’t complain. You know I can’t trust you to bathe yourself&lt;br /&gt;now can I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ shivering ] : That water is fucking cold.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: Well it is fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ John pulls the hose back and picks it up again, putting his thumb against the&lt;br /&gt;nozzle, making the water spray before pointing it at his son. Yen curls up,&lt;br /&gt;screaming. John’s friends start cheering and yelling again. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: Jeez, Yen. What kind of man are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ whines ] : It hurts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John’s friends: Suck it up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John’s friends: Bet the bitch is good at that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Yen shuts his eyes, making the screen black. The sound of the hose, his&lt;br /&gt;father and his friends start to fade out. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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		<title>Everyone else.</title>
		<category>celoonline</category>
		<pubDate>2009-04-10T01:51:49Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z230/Lee-chan01/fsdfsdfsd.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;437&quot; height=&quot;239&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;/* Font Definitions */&lt;br /&gt;@font-face&lt;br /&gt;{font-family:Candara;&lt;br /&gt;panose-1:2 14 5 2 3 3 3 2 2 4;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-charset:0;&lt;br /&gt;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-pitch:variable;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750091 0 0 159 0;}&lt;br /&gt;/* Style Definitions */&lt;br /&gt;p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal&lt;br /&gt;{mso-style-parent:&quot;&quot;;&lt;br /&gt;margin:0in;&lt;br /&gt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;&lt;br /&gt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;&lt;br /&gt;font-size:12.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;&lt;br /&gt;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;}&lt;br /&gt;@page Section1&lt;br /&gt;{size:8.5in 11.0in;&lt;br /&gt;margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-header-margin:.5in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-footer-margin:.5in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-paper-source:0;}&lt;br /&gt;div.Section1&lt;br /&gt;{page:Section1;}&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Candara; color: green&quot;&gt;[ In the school hallways Kemo is bobbing her&lt;br /&gt;head to her music and sketching something in her notebook. Yen comes up and&lt;br /&gt;sits next to her. She takes out her earphones, glancing to him. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: What did the councilor say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Stupid jerk said I’d have to stay an extra year if I continue with my&lt;br /&gt;little attitude problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Maybe you should be nicer to teachers then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: That’s easy for you to say, you’re too nice to speak your mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: What! I am not. I stand up to teachers as much as you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: I’ve never seen you do it once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: That’s because if I act like that in high school, no guy will ever want&lt;br /&gt;to date me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Why would you want to go out with any of the freaks from this school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: I don’t know. Maybe there’s a nice guy somewhere in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Pff. You’re so superficial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Yen! Gah! I am not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Yen smirks in amusement at her outburst and Kemo starts scribbling something&lt;br /&gt;in her notebook, grumbling. After a bit of more idle conversation, Yen sighs. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Kemo, why are you so obsessed with being like everyone else? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: I just want to fit in so I don’t end up a loser like you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: I think you’re more of a loser if you be like them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Well I’m sorry you feel that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Why do you hate yourself so much? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Why are you keeping this conversation going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ frowns ] : Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Kemo breathes in and out in annoyance, grabbing her things before getting up.&lt;br /&gt;] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo [ walking away ] : You wouldn’t understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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		<title>Violence.</title>
		<category>celoonline</category>
		<pubDate>2009-04-09T23:30:43Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z230/Lee-chan01/Nats4ume.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;428&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;/* Font Definitions */&lt;br /&gt;@font-face&lt;br /&gt;{font-family:Candara;&lt;br /&gt;panose-1:2 14 5 2 3 3 3 2 2 4;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-charset:0;&lt;br /&gt;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-pitch:variable;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750091 0 0 159 0;}&lt;br /&gt;/* Style Definitions */&lt;br /&gt;p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal&lt;br /&gt;{mso-style-parent:&quot;&quot;;&lt;br /&gt;margin:0in;&lt;br /&gt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;&lt;br /&gt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;&lt;br /&gt;font-size:12.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;&lt;br /&gt;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;}&lt;br /&gt;@page Section1&lt;br /&gt;{size:8.5in 11.0in;&lt;br /&gt;margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-header-margin:.5in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-footer-margin:.5in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-paper-source:0;}&lt;br /&gt;div.Section1&lt;br /&gt;{page:Section1;}&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Candara; color: green&quot;&gt;[ We’re outside the city in the park, where Yen&lt;br /&gt;is sitting on the grass; rubbing a red mark on his cheek. Angel walks up to him&lt;br /&gt;with his school bag, setting it down and sitting next to his brother. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: What happened, Yenny? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Another girl thought I was the devil. Stupid bitch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Oh.. what did you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: I hit her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Yen! Why do you have to be so violent to people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ shrugs ] : I’m evil, that’s how I’m supposed to act. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel [ frowns and moves closer to Yen ] : You’re not evil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Yen leans back a bit, looking up at the tree above them. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: You’d be stupid not to see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: You’re not bad, Yen! You’re a great person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Angel smiles and Yen jumps at him, both of them moving off screen. Camera&lt;br /&gt;moves down to show Yen pinning Angel to the ground, looming above him. Angel&lt;br /&gt;turns a light red and swallows nervously. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Would you still say that even if I were to treat you as bad as I do&lt;br /&gt;everyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: No matter what, you’ll always be my brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Some girls walking on the path, stop to watch the scene, squealing and&lt;br /&gt;giggling. Yen rolls his eyes, trying to ignore them. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Remember what Mom and Father said. Remember what Kemo always tells me.&lt;br /&gt;Remember everything I’ve fucking put us through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel [ side glances at the girls, then back at Yen ] : It isn’t your fault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Yes it was! I do everything on purpose! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: You don’t mean to hurt people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: But I do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ More girls have shown up, listening to their every word and whispering to each&lt;br /&gt;other. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: I know.. deep down, you feel bad for it. I know you wish things would&lt;br /&gt;have turned out better. I know how much it hurts for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: You’re so full of--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Angel sits up, their faces close together. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: No, don’t say it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ grumbles and stands up ] : I don’t like when we fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Yen sighs, looking over at the girls. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Don’t you have anything better to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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		<title>Writers block.</title>
		<category>celoonline</category>
		<pubDate>2009-04-09T23:18:10Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z230/Lee-chan01/75c0b44cb5d1836babf2456886f0be30ad8.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;461&quot; height=&quot;346&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;/* Font Definitions */&lt;br /&gt;@font-face&lt;br /&gt;{font-family:Candara;&lt;br /&gt;panose-1:2 14 5 2 3 3 3 2 2 4;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-charset:0;&lt;br /&gt;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-pitch:variable;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750091 0 0 159 0;}&lt;br /&gt;/* Style Definitions */&lt;br /&gt;p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal&lt;br /&gt;{mso-style-parent:&quot;&quot;;&lt;br /&gt;margin:0in;&lt;br /&gt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;&lt;br /&gt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;&lt;br /&gt;font-size:12.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;&lt;br /&gt;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;}&lt;br /&gt;@page Section1&lt;br /&gt;{size:8.5in 11.0in;&lt;br /&gt;margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-header-margin:.5in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-footer-margin:.5in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-paper-source:0;}&lt;br /&gt;div.Section1&lt;br /&gt;{page:Section1;}&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Candara; color: green&quot;&gt;[ Season 2 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Older Yen and Madison are slacking about in the living room late one night.&lt;br /&gt;Yen’s snuggled deep into the large chair off in the corner, staring at his&lt;br /&gt;laptop. After about twenty minutes Madi, who is laying on the couch with a&lt;br /&gt;book, looks up at him with a frown. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi: Are you reading hate mail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ frowns as well, pushing his laptop onto the ground ] : I can’t figure out&lt;br /&gt;what to write about next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi [ rolls onto her tummy ] : What did you write about last time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ looks at her ] : You didn’t read it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi: Umm… Nope, can’t say that I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ unhappy ] : Some friend you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi [ innocent smile ] : Sorry, I thought it would be sadistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Well it wasn’t. It was about this group of children who find a doorway to&lt;br /&gt;another universe in their schoolyard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi: How did you come up with that one? Doesn’t sound like a ‘by Yen’ subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ sweatdrops and sighs ] : Angel used to say how great it would be to&lt;br /&gt;escape school life.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi [ blink ] : Angel said that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ chuckles and leans back, putting his hands behind his head ] : Haha,&lt;br /&gt;yeah. He didn’t like school after third grade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Madi tilts her head, looking in another direction as she’s thinking. Yen watches&lt;br /&gt;her with a raised eyebrow and blinks when she finally looks back at him. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi: You should write about your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Erm. My life doesn’t have a continuous plot or characters. I’d have to&lt;br /&gt;shorten it, and that would make the chapters just cut stories of things totally&lt;br /&gt;irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi [ shrugs ] : That may be true, but sometimes the best stories can be about&lt;br /&gt;what we face everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: I’m not like other people. No one would want to read about the crap I’ve&lt;br /&gt;seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi: But things have changed for you. You could write about what you’ve been&lt;br /&gt;through, and how everything got better because of your friends. At first you&lt;br /&gt;hated the world, now you have a more forgiving outlook of it.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Sounds gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi [ ignores him ] : It’s also cute to read about the bad boy finding his&lt;br /&gt;purpose and turning his life around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ glares, a blush appearing across his face ] : I’m not going to have&lt;br /&gt;readers think I’m cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi [ giggles ] : What about Kemo, then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ picking his computer up ] : What about her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi: Write about her. If you don’t want people to think you’re cute, make it&lt;br /&gt;about her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Do you think she’d be okay with that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi: Maybe not if someone else wrote about her, because I’d make her look like&lt;br /&gt;a total bitch. But you have a good view of her and would make her look good in&lt;br /&gt;the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: If I wrote about her, I wouldn’t sway ether way. I’d write about&lt;br /&gt;everything, good or bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi: Haha, there you go. Writers block fixed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Madi rolls back over, opening her book again. Yen smiles. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: If I do write about Kemo. You could be a character in the story. You’d be&lt;br /&gt;the super evil bitch in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi [ rolls back over, frowning ] : What? You wouldn’t dare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Oh I would.. First line, ‘ Madison, dressed in the whorest, bitchest dress&lt;br /&gt;you’ve ever seen, marched straight up to Kemo and punched her right in the&lt;br /&gt;face. ‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi [ smiling ] : And what does the ‘whorest, bitchest dress you’ve ever seen’&lt;br /&gt;look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: I don’t know, maybe I’ll get Coro to design it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi: His idea of that would just be naked! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Madi and Yen both laugh at the idea and Luka calls from the kitchen. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luka: Do you guys want to have some hot chocolate with me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ They both smile, fade out ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( Admin: Maybe the younger Madison picture didn&#039;t really fit the subject, but I was in a rush. )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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		<title>Popcorn.</title>
		<category>celoonline</category>
		<pubDate>2009-04-09T03:31:12Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z230/Lee-chan01/sdfd.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;412&quot; height=&quot;318&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;/* Font Definitions */&lt;br /&gt;@font-face&lt;br /&gt;{font-family:Candara;&lt;br /&gt;panose-1:2 14 5 2 3 3 3 2 2 4;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-charset:0;&lt;br /&gt;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-pitch:variable;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750091 0 0 159 0;}&lt;br /&gt;/* Style Definitions */&lt;br /&gt;p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal&lt;br /&gt;{mso-style-parent:&amp;quot;&amp;quot;;&lt;br /&gt;margin:0in;&lt;br /&gt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;&lt;br /&gt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;&lt;br /&gt;font-size:12.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&lt;br /&gt;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;}&lt;br /&gt;@page Section1&lt;br /&gt;{size:8.5in 11.0in;&lt;br /&gt;margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-header-margin:.5in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-footer-margin:.5in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-paper-source:0;}&lt;br /&gt;div.Section1&lt;br /&gt;{page:Section1;}&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Candara; color: green&quot;&gt;[ Season 1 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Outside Kaine’s apartment building on the&lt;br /&gt;steps Coro is staring at a little piece of paper in his hands. He seems to be&lt;br /&gt;confused as he glances up at the building, then down the street to the right,&lt;br /&gt;then the left, then back at the paper in his hands. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: I hope this is it, damn Map quest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ He takes a step closer and spots a hanging glass humming bird in one of the&lt;br /&gt;windows in the building. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro [ to himself ] : Hey! That must be it, that’s Kemo’s bird I got her for&lt;br /&gt;her birthday like a million years ago. I’m coming Kemo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Coro runs to the building, smacking into the glass doors. He whines and rubs&lt;br /&gt;his cheek, noticing the little speaker box. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: Oops. Heh, I forgot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Gathering himself up, Coro walks up the box; finding Kaine’s name and hitting&lt;br /&gt;the little button. After awhile, Kemo’s voice comes on. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Hello? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: Hi Kemo! Isn’t it cramped in that little box? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Hey Coro. What are you talking about? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Coro knocks on the speaker box, and Kemo on the other side whines from the&lt;br /&gt;noise ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Cut it out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro [ blinks and smiles ] : Sorry. I was just wondering if you wanted to come&lt;br /&gt;outside and playyyyyyyy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: I don’t think so. Kaine might be home soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: Come on! Just a little bit. I brought caramel pop corn. It’s yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: … A few minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Coro grins from his victory and we fade to later where Kemo and him are&lt;br /&gt;sitting out front on the grass by the little garden, munching on the popcorn. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro [ full mouth, mumbling ] : So where did Kaine go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Swallow, then talk Coro. He said he was going shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: Why didn’t you go with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: He said I should stay home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: Oh, hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Mhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ They’re silent for a minute, chewing. Coro looks over Kemo in her blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;dress, smiling. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: You look really pretty today, Kemo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo [ swallows her mouthful ] : Don’t start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: But you do! I mean, your hair is even longer and prettier than I remember&lt;br /&gt;and that dress Kaine got you. You look so sexy, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo [ warning ] : Coro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Coro is suddenly whacked over the head with a bag, camera moves up to show a&lt;br /&gt;pissed off Kaine. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro [ rubbing the back of his head ] : Ow ow, that hurt man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo [ jumps up ] : Kainy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaine: What the hell is going on? This loser hitting on you, Kemo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo [ waves hands, chuckling nervously ] : No, Kaine. He’s my friend, and he’s&lt;br /&gt;gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro [ turns around, getting up and smiles ] : Yeah, I was just being nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaine [ ignores Coro ] : He’s your friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo [ hugs Kaine ] : Yeah, its okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Kaine hugs Kemo back, giving Coro a cold death glare. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: Aw ! You guys are so adorable. Can I have a hug too, buddy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaine: Buddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro [ goes to hug Kaine ] : Yeah! You’re dating my best friend, so we should&lt;br /&gt;be friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaine [ kicks Coro back to the ground ] : Don’t touch me. I’m not friends with&lt;br /&gt;faggots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Coro pouts, rubbing the spot where he was kicked. Kemo smiles, hugging Kaine&lt;br /&gt;tighter. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Coro [ frown ] : Don’t be hatin’ now~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: My Kainy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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		<title>Class.</title>
		<category>celoonline</category>
		<pubDate>2009-04-09T02:22:29Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z230/Lee-chan01/1990e29eaf96b0_full.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;484&quot; height=&quot;336&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;/* Font Definitions */&lt;br /&gt;@font-face&lt;br /&gt;{font-family:Candara;&lt;br /&gt;panose-1:2 14 5 2 3 3 3 2 2 4;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-charset:0;&lt;br /&gt;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-pitch:variable;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750091 0 0 159 0;}&lt;br /&gt;/* Style Definitions */&lt;br /&gt;p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal&lt;br /&gt;{mso-style-parent:&amp;quot;&amp;quot;;&lt;br /&gt;margin:0in;&lt;br /&gt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;&lt;br /&gt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;&lt;br /&gt;font-size:12.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&lt;br /&gt;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;}&lt;br /&gt;@page Section1&lt;br /&gt;{size:8.5in 11.0in;&lt;br /&gt;margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-header-margin:.5in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-footer-margin:.5in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-paper-source:0;}&lt;br /&gt;div.Section1&lt;br /&gt;{page:Section1;}&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Candara; color: green&quot;&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Candara; color: green&quot;&gt; Season 1 ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Candara; color: green&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ In the classroom, note taking. Kemo is&lt;br /&gt;sleeping on her desk, some blonde preppy girl, next to her, talking about her&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend. Yen and Coro are in the desks behind them. Coro is passing notes&lt;br /&gt;with the brunette girl to his left and Yen is lazily taking notes, slightly&lt;br /&gt;getting uneasy about the noise ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: And carry the one--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blonde: He gave me candy the other day, and told me I was his one and only and&lt;br /&gt;then-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ The clock is ticking loudly, Yen grumbles. Coro receives yet another note&lt;br /&gt;from the girl and he smirks. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: Oh really? Well you should see mine--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blonde: And then, he wrote me poetry about how cute I was-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo [ in her sleep ] : Luka, give me a bigger piece of cake--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ The clock is now banging in the background, the other students talking even&lt;br /&gt;louder, and Yen finally slams his notebook shut, making the class turn and&lt;br /&gt;stare. Kemo lifts her head, rubbing her eyes. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Yen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ to the teacher ] : May I be excused? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: That was unnecessary, go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Yen quickly gathers his things and leaves the room. Kemo watches him leave,&lt;br /&gt;frowning before raising her hand. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Can I leave as well? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher [ sigh ] : Fine, fine. Just go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ After picking up her book and her bag, Kemo mumbles a thank you before&lt;br /&gt;disappearing from the class as well. She looks around for Yen, finding him by&lt;br /&gt;the stairs just down the hallway. She runs up to him, sitting down beside him.&lt;br /&gt;] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: What’s wrong Yen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Nothing. Just a headache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo [ tilts her head ] : Do you want to go home? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Yen gets up, sighing. Kemo does as well and they start walking down the&lt;br /&gt;stairs. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: That was the plan. But you should go back to class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: No way, I’d rather skip with you and make sure you’re okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: I’m fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Well.. Even if you are, it’s an easy way to get out of the rest of the&lt;br /&gt;day. I could tell them I was aiding a sick friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Aren’t you the caring one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: I know some medical stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: I’ll bet you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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		<title>Whisper.</title>
		<category>celoonline</category>
		<pubDate>2009-03-20T11:23:22Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z230/Lee-chan01/nabari3_74.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;463&quot; height=&quot;260&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;/* Font Definitions */&lt;br /&gt;@font-face&lt;br /&gt;{font-family:Candara;&lt;br /&gt;panose-1:2 14 5 2 3 3 3 2 2 4;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-charset:0;&lt;br /&gt;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-pitch:variable;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750091 0 0 159 0;}&lt;br /&gt;/* Style Definitions */&lt;br /&gt;p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal&lt;br /&gt;{mso-style-parent:&amp;quot;&amp;quot;;&lt;br /&gt;margin:0in;&lt;br /&gt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;&lt;br /&gt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;&lt;br /&gt;font-size:12.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&lt;br /&gt;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;}&lt;br /&gt;@page Section1&lt;br /&gt;{size:8.5in 11.0in;&lt;br /&gt;margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-header-margin:.5in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-footer-margin:.5in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-paper-source:0;}&lt;br /&gt;div.Section1&lt;br /&gt;{page:Section1;}&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Candara; color: green&quot;&gt;[ Season 1, Episode 20-22.  ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ It’s night time. The camera zooms through the&lt;br /&gt;air and down into the park where an exhausted Kemo is dressed in her pajamas,&lt;br /&gt;dragging her things along the sidewalk. She finally stops by a bench in front&lt;br /&gt;of the fountain, dropping her things before sitting down. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: What should I do.. I’ve never felt this.. lost.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Kemo looks down at herself, tears dripping on her pajama bottoms ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: I can’t.. go back. They would never.. after what I did, there’s no way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Time passes and the screen moves out to someone approaching the fountain area,&lt;br /&gt;camera turns and we see Yen with a guilty look. He looks to the side,&lt;br /&gt;swallowing before walking over to Kemo. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Kemo? What are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Kemo’s eyes widen and she looks up at the worried Yen. She starts shaking&lt;br /&gt;fearfully, leaning backwards on the bench ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Yen..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Yeah. It’s okay, I’m here. What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: No… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ A flash in Kemo’s memories of Kaine reaching his hand out to her, him saying “&lt;br /&gt;I’m here’. Yen tilts his head leaning close to her. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Kemo..? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo [ holds her head and screams before jumping up and running ] : No!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Kemo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Yen dashes after her. Kemo keeps running through the park till she reaches a&lt;br /&gt;playground. Memories flash through her head and she keeps her eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;tight. She soon trips over a seesaw, landing painfully on the gravel. She&lt;br /&gt;starts screaming again, tugging her legs off the bars to hold them against her&lt;br /&gt;chest. Yen stops, catching his breath before moving over to Kemo, bending down&lt;br /&gt;in the gravel beside her; pulling her up to his chest. She clings to his shirt,&lt;br /&gt;sobbing uncontrollably and Yen slips his arms around her. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! All of this is my fault, I can’t do&lt;br /&gt;anything right, Yen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: No, calm down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: But, Yen… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ lifts Kemo so she’s sitting more on his lap ] : No.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo [ clings tighter ] : Yen.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: I’m guessing that something bad happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Yes, Kaine, he… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Don’t tell me now, it’s not important. We have to get you home. How’s your&lt;br /&gt;leg.. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo [ shaking ] : It hurts a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Okay, I’ll carry you alright? Then I can get Coro to come back for your&lt;br /&gt;stuff.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Yen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Why are you helping me.. I was so cruel to you before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Well, because it would be kind of mean if I just left you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Oh.. Yen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Yeah, thank you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Kemo presses her lips to Yen’s and he jerks his head away right away. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: D-don’t, Kemo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: I’m sorry.. You must.. hate me now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ smiles ] : No.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ In the kitchen, Yen is guarding the door into the living room. Coro is giving&lt;br /&gt;him a very annoyed look and Luka is frowning in worry. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: Why can’t I go see her Yen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luka: She really needs her friends right now, Yen-kun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ sighing ] : I’d hate to leave her alone, but this is good for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: What’s wrong with you? I know Kaine’s an asshole, but you leaving her&lt;br /&gt;alone to suffer makes him seem like the good guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Don’t talk to me like that! All her life people have been hurting her, and&lt;br /&gt;every time she allows herself to be saved by someone else. We need to let her&lt;br /&gt;gather herself up on her own this time. Save herself. I don’t trust you guys to&lt;br /&gt;see her and not offer some kind of emotional support. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luka: Yen.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ looks to the side, sighing again ] : I know how you guys feel, but trust&lt;br /&gt;me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Candara; color: green&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Candara; color: green&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Candara; color: green&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Yen is seated on the end of the couch, leaning over the back to the heater&lt;br /&gt;dial; turning it up. Kemo is curled up in a blanket on the other end of the&lt;br /&gt;couch, watching Yen with her tear stained eyes. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Thank you Yen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ smiles over at her, and begins sliding off the couch ] : No problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo [ looks down ] : Can I ask you something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Hm? What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: What are you thinking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: What am I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Do you feel sorry for me? Is that why you’re helping me? Do you.. love&lt;br /&gt;me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ smiles ] : I have to admit, I don’t like you that way Kemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo [ glances back up at him, tearing up ] : Why.. not..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ shrugs ] : Listen to yourself, Kemo. Your heart has been shattered and&lt;br /&gt;asking someone like me to put it back together is something you’d never do if&lt;br /&gt;you were thinking clearly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: That’s not true! I see now.. you’re always here for me, no matter what I&lt;br /&gt;say to you. I see how much I like you now, Yen… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Please Kemo, you don’t know what you’re saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: B-but Yen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ hands Kemo the tissue box off the coffee table ] : Don’t cry anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo [ takes it, sniffling ] : I’m sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Don’t be. I’m going to get your lunch, wait here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Thank you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Candara; color: green&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Candara; color: green&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Candara; color: green&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Yen and Angel are by the back door, Angel is drawing Yen in his sketch book;&lt;br /&gt;while Yen is watching Kemo sleep on the couch across the room. Angel smiles&lt;br /&gt;brightly, putting his pencil down. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: I knew you had a good heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: No, I don’t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Why didn’t you accept her feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: I need to do what’s best for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel [ frowns ] : But she needs you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ turns to his brother, chewing on his nails ] : I’m not stupid, she just&lt;br /&gt;needs someone, anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: I know that.. But if she has you, you could protect her from other guys&lt;br /&gt;that could take advantage of her co-dependency..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: I can’t save her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( Admin: Started typing and editing around 10pm, finished 7am. -Passes out- )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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		<title>Admin lost her pen.</title>
		<category>celoonline</category>
		<pubDate>2009-03-11T19:28:39Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;/* Font Definitions */&lt;br /&gt;@font-face&lt;br /&gt;{font-family:Candara;&lt;br /&gt;panose-1:2 14 5 2 3 3 3 2 2 4;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-charset:0;&lt;br /&gt;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-pitch:variable;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750091 0 0 159 0;}&lt;br /&gt;/* Style Definitions */&lt;br /&gt;p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal&lt;br /&gt;{mso-style-parent:&quot;&quot;;&lt;br /&gt;margin:0in;&lt;br /&gt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;&lt;br /&gt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;&lt;br /&gt;font-size:12.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;&lt;br /&gt;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;}&lt;br /&gt;@page Section1&lt;br /&gt;{size:8.5in 11.0in;&lt;br /&gt;margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-header-margin:.5in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-footer-margin:.5in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-paper-source:0;}&lt;br /&gt;div.Section1&lt;br /&gt;{page:Section1;}&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Candara; color: green&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z230/Lee-chan01/6fd7b401171bbc647a6761056cc36767f22.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;359&quot; height=&quot;359&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Candara; color: green&quot;&gt;Hey guys, this is just an update on some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So number one: &lt;/strong&gt;I’ve started to sort the scripts in a time line. Figure out&lt;br /&gt;which ones are actually going in episodes, how I want the episodes ordered, and&lt;br /&gt;what the heck I want to name the episodes. It’s proving to be quite difficult&lt;br /&gt;really. ._.;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, the scripts posted on here aren’t full episodes. Rather a lot of filler&lt;br /&gt;episodes are going to consist of a couple similar scripts put together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusing isn’t it? I’m sure it’ll all make sense once I have everything&lt;br /&gt;sorted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number two:&lt;/strong&gt; Like I mentioned up above, naming episodes is a bitch. So if you&lt;br /&gt;have any random episode names that would go with a script, post it in the&lt;br /&gt;comments. I’d love some ideas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! And also, speaking of naming, I need a name for a virtual game. So add in&lt;br /&gt;any ideas for that too guys :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number three:&lt;/strong&gt; Please remember to hit the script to add a view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number four:&lt;/strong&gt; I’ve finally got an ending! Oh you guys will melt when you see it,&lt;br /&gt;seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number five:&lt;/strong&gt; I’ve got Sam ( Invented Kemo ) to start writing songs for her own&lt;br /&gt;character. Because although I like Avril and whomever else I use for Kemo’s&lt;br /&gt;music, it’s just not the real thing. So you’ll be seeing more original songs :3&lt;br /&gt;Which should be fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number six: &lt;/strong&gt;Last one. I’ve been rolling around some sites, getting some more&lt;br /&gt;pictures of the gang. Should I open a private photobucket account so I can&lt;br /&gt;share these lovely pictures with you guys? Or like.. what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#039;d love an opinion, thanks &amp;lt;3 Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z230/Lee-chan01/07765038fa8355fe1cd948fa8224bb9578c.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; height=&quot;560&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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		<title>What she said.</title>
		<category>celoonline</category>
		<pubDate>2009-02-28T05:38:51Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;/* Font Definitions */&lt;br /&gt;@font-face&lt;br /&gt;{font-family:Candara;&lt;br /&gt;panose-1:2 14 5 2 3 3 3 2 2 4;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-charset:0;&lt;br /&gt;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-pitch:variable;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750091 0 0 159 0;}&lt;br /&gt;/* Style Definitions */&lt;br /&gt;p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal&lt;br /&gt;{mso-style-parent:&quot;&quot;;&lt;br /&gt;margin:0in;&lt;br /&gt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;&lt;br /&gt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;&lt;br /&gt;font-size:12.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;&lt;br /&gt;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;}&lt;br /&gt;@page Section1&lt;br /&gt;{size:8.5in 11.0in;&lt;br /&gt;margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-header-margin:.5in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-footer-margin:.5in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-paper-source:0;}&lt;br /&gt;div.Section1&lt;br /&gt;{page:Section1;}&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z230/Lee-chan01/fgdgdf.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;309&quot; height=&quot;328&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Candara; color: green&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Season 2 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ The sound of the TV can faintly be heard by the door, where Coro is standing,&lt;br /&gt;looking for his keys. After about a minute he decides to try the door without&lt;br /&gt;the key, and it’s unlocked. He chuckles at himself, opening the door, taking a&lt;br /&gt;quick look back at the front yard where Yen is asleep on the lawn. Coro tilts&lt;br /&gt;his head and steps inside, setting his bag down. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: I’m back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi: Nobody cares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Coro smiles to himself and walks into the living room where Madi and Kemo are&lt;br /&gt;leaning against the coffee table, sitting on the floor, watching television. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: Hey guys, what’s with Yen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Do you even have to ask that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi: Yeah, it’s the same old thing. He’s a heartless, insane, spoiled,&lt;br /&gt;annoying brat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: What she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: Aha. Why is he sleeping outside though? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo [ stretches ] :&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said he needed&lt;br /&gt;to get away from us. He then probably passed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi: Yeah, why don’t you go kick him for us Coro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: What!? And lose my foot? No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: I’m sure he’ll be awake by the time Luka calls us for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro [ sniffles, putting a hand up to wipe an imaginary tear from his eye ] :&lt;br /&gt;Only awake for meals, he’s a true man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi: If he thinks women find that attractive, he’s going to be alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Judging by how he acts, I’m surprised we even hang out here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luka [ pokes her head into the living room ] : You know you can leave anytime.&lt;br /&gt;[ disappears back into the kitchen ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: We’re all friends; he’s just the one we keep around to rip on for&lt;br /&gt;entertainment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Isn’t that line from a comedian? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi: Coro watches too much TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: I thought he just watched porn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: It’s porn if the comedian is sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi: Want to know another surprise? The fact you and Coro are best friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: Cute girls always end up with idiots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: We’re not going to end up together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi: Coro will end up with a broomstick or someone’s who’s blind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: Hey! Don’t diss the broomsticks ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luka [ calls from the kitchen ] : Guys! Lunch is ready, one of you get Yen please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Madi, Coro and Kemo all exchange a look. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: Not it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi: Not it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Not.. Aw, damnit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Coro and Madi laugh while Kemo gets up, grumbling. Screen flips and we’re&lt;br /&gt;outside. Yen rolls onto his back in his sleep and Kemo bends down, putting her&lt;br /&gt;hands on his chest before carefully shaking him. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Yen, yen. Wake up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Yen grumbles in his sleep, opening his eyes to Kemo. We get a view of her&lt;br /&gt;open shirt and Yen flushes red, sitting up right away. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Huh.. What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo [ smiles and stands straight ] : It’s time for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ doesn’t make eye contact as he gets up ] :&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Okay.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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		<title>Broken dreams</title>
		<category>celoonline</category>
		<pubDate>2009-02-19T00:05:02Z</pubDate>
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She’s dressed in a fancy white dress, a cross necklace around her&lt;br /&gt;neck. The camera moves close to her head, her hair shining a bit from the&lt;br /&gt;sunshine coming in through the window. She closes her eyes, her thoughts fading&lt;br /&gt;in. In her imagination, she’s dancing with a shaded face prince. The prince&lt;br /&gt;twirls her around before pulling her close. The music in the background&lt;br /&gt;suddenly squeals and stops. Kemo snaps out of her daydream, stopping in the&lt;br /&gt;middle of the floor. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: What happened to the music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Kemo’s mother, Vanilla, walks into the living room, placing the radio remote&lt;br /&gt;on one of the speakers. She sighs in annoyance, frowning over at Kemo. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vil: Kemo, didn’t you hear me? I said to grab your things so we can leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Sorry Mom, I was dancing and didn’t hear you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vil [ another sigh ] : I really wish you wouldn’t waste your time with dancing&lt;br /&gt;and singing. You could be practicing something that will help you out in the&lt;br /&gt;future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: I want to be a singer though, Mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vil: Nonsense. Only talented, really pretty girls go on to be singers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: I’m pretty though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vil: Of course, dear.. But only really gorgeous women can do well in that career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Kemo looks down at herself, fiddling with the tie around her waist. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vil: Now come on, we have to go or we’ll be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Okay Mom… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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		<title>Hold on.</title>
		<category>celoonline</category>
		<pubDate>2009-02-15T23:26:01Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z230/Lee-chan01/nyujngf.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;486&quot; height=&quot;255&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;/* Font Definitions */&lt;br /&gt;@font-face&lt;br /&gt;{font-family:Candara;&lt;br /&gt;panose-1:2 14 5 2 3 3 3 2 2 4;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-charset:0;&lt;br /&gt;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-pitch:variable;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750091 0 0 159 0;}&lt;br /&gt;/* Style Definitions */&lt;br /&gt;p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal&lt;br /&gt;{mso-style-parent:&amp;quot;&amp;quot;;&lt;br /&gt;margin:0in;&lt;br /&gt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;&lt;br /&gt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;&lt;br /&gt;font-size:12.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&lt;br /&gt;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;}&lt;br /&gt;a:link, span.MsoHyperlink&lt;br /&gt;{color:blue;&lt;br /&gt;text-decoration:underline;&lt;br /&gt;text-underline:single;}&lt;br /&gt;a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed&lt;br /&gt;{color:purple;&lt;br /&gt;text-decoration:underline;&lt;br /&gt;text-underline:single;}&lt;br /&gt;@page Section1&lt;br /&gt;{size:8.5in 11.0in;&lt;br /&gt;margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-header-margin:.5in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-footer-margin:.5in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-paper-source:0;}&lt;br /&gt;div.Section1&lt;br /&gt;{page:Section1;}&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 13pt; font-family: Candara; color: green&quot;&gt;( Admin : Hey guys it’s a&lt;br /&gt;busy weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Happy Friday the 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Happy Valentine’s day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday – Happy Briee-catches-up-on-writing-day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Happy Family day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, it’s Presidents Day for the Americans I believe. I hope you enjoyed the&lt;br /&gt;long weekend guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the lack of updates too. I’ve been pretty lazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 13pt; font-family: Candara; color: green&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Season 1 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ We’re by the back door. Yen and Angel are sitting on the floor. Yen leaning&lt;br /&gt;against the glass sliding door, Angel in front of him, shuffling cards. Yen’s&lt;br /&gt;staring outside and Angel gives him a worried look. Close up to Yen’s face,&lt;br /&gt;he’s watching the stars and thinking back to a conversation he and Luka had&lt;br /&gt;awhile back. The scene fades into a flash back, where he’s sitting at the&lt;br /&gt;table, his arms folded over the table and his face leaning on them. Luka is&lt;br /&gt;cooking him something for breakfast and turns around, placing a plate of food&lt;br /&gt;in front of him. Yen just stares at it and after awhile, Luka sits down with&lt;br /&gt;him. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luka: It’s hard isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ shuts his eyes, dropping his face into his arms ] : I have no idea what&lt;br /&gt;you’re talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luka [ frowns ] : Not having Kemo here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: It’s not like I miss her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luka: Come on Yen-kun, everyone can see you’re in a rut every since she left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ peeks up at Luka through his arms ] : Yen-&lt;em&gt;kun&lt;/em&gt;? I’m always like&lt;br /&gt;this, Luka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luka: You’re not this gloomy. At least before you had the energy to harass&lt;br /&gt;people and tell them who’s boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Luka sighs a bit, moving her bangs from her face. Yen turns his head and they&lt;br /&gt;sit in silence for a good two minutes. Finally Luka speaks up, but Yen keeps&lt;br /&gt;his eyes away from her. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luka: Yen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: What is it, now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luka: Even if you don’t truly miss her. I still do. I would be really happy..&lt;br /&gt;if you brought her home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Yen looks over at Luka and we fade out of the flash back. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Yen shuts his eyes for a moment and gets up. Angel blinks, watching him move.&lt;br /&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Brother, where are you going? I thought we were going to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Later. I’m going out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Yen quickly makes his way to the front door, Angel jumping to his feet and&lt;br /&gt;following. He stops in the hallway, watching his brother get his shoes on and&lt;br /&gt;open the door out into the snow-covered neighborhood. He frowns and grabs Yen&lt;br /&gt;by the shoulder. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Wait, you can’t go out there without a coat or anything! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Yen sighs and shuts the door. The scene fades out. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ In the next town over, the camera is traveling along the road till it comes&lt;br /&gt;to Yen bundled up in his brothers scarf and coat. He’s grumbling, the cold wind&lt;br /&gt;blowing his hair backwards as he makes his way through the town. He finally&lt;br /&gt;reaches a tall building by a music store, walking up to the panel by the door&lt;br /&gt;with the list of residents. He then scans over the names and hits a buzzer&lt;br /&gt;under the name Blades. Turning to the little speaker beside the panel. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: I can’t believe I’m doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( After awhile, the speaker makes a noise and Kaine’s voice comes on. Making&lt;br /&gt;Yen mentally gag.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaine: What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Tell Kemo to get her ass out here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Kaine grumbles through the other side. Yen shifts around his scarf, being&lt;br /&gt;uncomfortable. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaine: Fuck off Yen, we’re busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ sighs ] : Tell her to get out here now, I came all this way on foot. I&lt;br /&gt;want to speak with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaine: I said, fuck off you little brat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ growls ] : You’re the brat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaine: Ugh. You’re so annoying. Later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Wait don’t you dare--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ The speaker makes another beep, signaling Kaine had let go of the button in&lt;br /&gt;his room. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Fuck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ The camera zooms up into Kaine’s apartment. Kemo is sitting cross-legged in&lt;br /&gt;her pajama’s on the couch when Kaine comes into the living room, pulling on one&lt;br /&gt;of his shirts. Kemo looks up a bit confused. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: What was that about Kainy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaine [ scoffs ] : Yen trying to get you to come home I’ll bet. He’s such an&lt;br /&gt;asshole. You live with me now, you don’t have to see him anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo [ blushes and smiles bright ] : Yeah, I don’t. You’re right. Thanks for&lt;br /&gt;telling him off for me, hunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaine: [ smiles back at her before taking a seat on the couch ] : No problem&lt;br /&gt;babe. I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo [ leans on Kaine’s shoulder, shutting her eyes ] : I love you too.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Scene fades out and reopens to a buzzing noise. Kemo opens her eyes, looking&lt;br /&gt;at Kaine who passed out on the couch with her. She takes a minute to wake up,&lt;br /&gt;getting to her feet and glancing at the clock on the microwave which reads,&lt;br /&gt;‘4:30’ ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Aiya.. Who would be bugging Kaine at this hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Once the buzzing silences she walks back over to the couch, but stops when it&lt;br /&gt;starts buzzing again. She growls, annoyed and walks over to the speaker panel&lt;br /&gt;by the door. She hits the button, leaning into it ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Do you have any idea what time it is, buddy! You got the wrong number&lt;br /&gt;damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ There’s a sigh through the other side. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Kemo, come down here right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Yen? You’re still here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Luka told me not to come home without you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Can’t you guys stay out of my life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Please, just come down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: What the hell is wrong with you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Yen sighs again through the speaker. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Go home, Yen! I don’t want you in my life anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: I came a long way, can you at least come down here to talk to me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: No! Kaine would have a fit if he knew I left in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: You’re being unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Don’t start on being unfair Yen, you’ve been unfair to me the entire time&lt;br /&gt;we’ve known each other. Now go home! I don’t need you guys anymore. All I need&lt;br /&gt;is Kaine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: I understand, you don’t--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: --No you don’t understand you bastard! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ There’s a shuffling noise, and Kemo turns her head seeing Kaine roll to the&lt;br /&gt;side on the couch. She covers her mouth for a moment realizing she rose her&lt;br /&gt;voice. She sighs, turning back to the speaker. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: I’ll be down in a minute, meet me in the main hallway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ She hits the door release button, and the camera moves downstairs with Yen who&lt;br /&gt;notices the door. He lets go of the button on the speaker and moves to the&lt;br /&gt;door, pushing himself inside and instantly walking by the heater, rubbing his&lt;br /&gt;arms to warm himself up. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Oh, thank god.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ After awhile Kemo comes down in the elevator, still in her pjs. She walks&lt;br /&gt;over to Yen, crossing her arms across her chest with a very annoyed look. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Look Yen, I don’t know what game you’re trying to play but I’m not coming&lt;br /&gt;back. This is where I truly belong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ turns to her, slipping the scarf off his neck ] : Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo [ smiles ] : Yes.. this is what I’ve always wanted. A perfect life. A home&lt;br /&gt;with my prince, someone who loves me. No worries and no one to boss me around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is your life really that perfect&lt;br /&gt;here, Kemo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Yes it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: You know.. I think life is for living.. going through the good and the&lt;br /&gt;bad. I don’t it’s truly living if everything is perfect in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Kemo frowns and Yen starts patting the snow off his coat. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: You have a very warped view of the world, Yen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Yeah, I get that a lot. But bad things that happen to us, shape who we&lt;br /&gt;are. Whether good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Thus I’m shaped this way, right right. I don’t need to emotionally grow&lt;br /&gt;anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: But life is full of lessons all throughout your life. You continue growing&lt;br /&gt;through experience. If your life was perfect, then there would be no reason to&lt;br /&gt;live any longer. I mean all life has to work and suffer to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Yen! If this is supposed to convince me to go back, you’re doing a lousy&lt;br /&gt;job! I don’t want to listen to a bunch of stories on your fucked up view on the&lt;br /&gt;world. Why don’t you try a more caring approach. Oh wait, that’s right. You&lt;br /&gt;don’t give a shit about anyone but yourself. If this was your plan to get me&lt;br /&gt;back, you obviously have no respect for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: That isn’t true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: I’m not stupid Yen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: I never said you were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo [ grumbles ] : It sounded like you were implying that I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: I never really thought of a plan to get you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Boy you’re a piece of work, Yen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ sighs] : But look, I really fucking care about you Kemo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Yen, you--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: --I don’t want to sound like Kaine, or those other guys who throw their&lt;br /&gt;words around like they’re nothing. I can’t constantly remind you how truly&lt;br /&gt;important you are to me, because I feel what I would say wouldn’t mean very&lt;br /&gt;much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Yen runs his fingers through his hair with yet another sigh. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: We fight all the time, and I know I’m a total jerk. But it’s not like I&lt;br /&gt;don’t care about you or what’s going on in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo [ turns her head, whispering ] : You’re lying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ steps forward ] : I’m not lying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ They’re silent for a moment and Yen moves back again, dropping his arms at&lt;br /&gt;his sides. After awhile, the sound of the elevator makes both Yen and Kemo look&lt;br /&gt;towards it. Kaine walks out with a pissed off look. He glares over at Yen,&lt;br /&gt;walking up beside Kemo. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaine: You.. What are you still doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Kaine slips an arm around Kemo’s waist, turning towards her. Yen’s eyebrow&lt;br /&gt;twitches and he glances to the side, moving back against the heater. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaine: Kemo, didn’t I tell you that you shouldn’t have to talk to this little&lt;br /&gt;bitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Yes, I know.. But he wouldn’t leave though.. I thought if I just talked&lt;br /&gt;to him, he’d eventually leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaine [ glares over at Yen ] : Listen Yen, get the fuck out of here or I’ll be&lt;br /&gt;calling the cops on your ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Yen breaths out calmly, looking to Kemo for a moment before returning Kaine’s&lt;br /&gt;glare. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Fine.. I’ll leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Kaine tugs Kemo towards the elevator, and Yen leaves the building. Kemo&lt;br /&gt;watchs Yen walk away, camera zooming to her face. Scene out. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ We’re back outside now, Yen is on the sidewalk watching the snow fall onto&lt;br /&gt;the empty street. He starts growling and leans forward before starting to pound&lt;br /&gt;the cement with his fists. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Damnit, damnit, damnit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Back at the apartment, Kemo is curled up in the couch, watching the snow&lt;br /&gt;outside. Kaine walks into the living room, frowning at her silence. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaine: What’s your problem, Kemo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Nothing. I’m just… tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaine [ eyebrow twitches ] : What did that little bitch say to you anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo [ looks down, shutting her eyes ] : Nothing really, just a bunch of…&lt;br /&gt;bullshit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaine [ calms down a bit and smiles, walking up to her ] : Hm, alright. Lets go&lt;br /&gt;to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo [ smiles up at Kaine ] : Alright, Kainy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Kemo slips off the couch, and the camera zooms outside. Scene out. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ We open to early morning, Yen is just coming into the house. He slams the&lt;br /&gt;door behind him and leans against the wall, exhausted. Angel comes out of the&lt;br /&gt;kitchen and into the doorway, blinking at his brother ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Yenny! You were gone all night, what happened? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: She didn’t believe me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Who? What were you--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Yen slumps down, shutting his eyes. Angel rushes over, trying to hold him up.&lt;br /&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Yen? Are you okay..? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Angel blinks down at the dry blood covering his brothers hands and frowns,&lt;br /&gt;worried. Scene out. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Open to the clock in the living room, hitting noon. It makes a small noise&lt;br /&gt;and the camera moves down to the couch where Yen is sleeping, wrapped up in his&lt;br /&gt;black silk blanket. His hands are bandaged up and he seems to be changed out of&lt;br /&gt;his regular clothes. Angel is laying his head on Yen’s tummy, watching him&lt;br /&gt;sleep when the phone rings. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ He gets up, running over to answer it. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ The screen splits, the other side showing a nervous Kemo ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Oh uh, hey there Angel. What’s up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Kemo? Why are you calling here. I thought you didn’t want anything to do&lt;br /&gt;with us anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Well not you, you’re still my friend Angel. You never treated me badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel [ scratches his head ] : Oh, okay? So what did you call for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Um can you just tell Yen that I’m sorry about last night. He was here for&lt;br /&gt;so long, and I feel kind of bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo [ sighs sadly ] : Yeah, really. I should have called you guys to pick him&lt;br /&gt;up, or something at least. But I didn’t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Oh.. yeah, well it’s alright I suppose. He’s home now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Well that’s good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Yep. And I’ll tell him for you. Thanks for calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: No problem. Oh uh, wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: Is Yen okay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Angel smiles and looks over at Yen on the couch. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: He really misses you, Kemo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemo: He does? Oh.. well.. I have to go. Kaine is back, good-bye Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Oh, okay. 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		<title>Don’t you ever dream about leaving this house?</title>
		<category>celoonline</category>
		<pubDate>2008-12-26T06:58:10Z</pubDate>
		<description>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/w:WordDocument&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;/* Font Definitions */&lt;br /&gt;@font-face&lt;br /&gt;{font-family:Candara;&lt;br /&gt;panose-1:2 14 5 2 3 3 3 2 2 4;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-charset:0;&lt;br /&gt;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-pitch:variable;&lt;br /&gt;mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750091 0 0 159 0;}&lt;br /&gt;/* Style Definitions */&lt;br /&gt;p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal&lt;br /&gt;{mso-style-parent:&quot;&quot;;&lt;br /&gt;margin:0in;&lt;br /&gt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;&lt;br /&gt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;&lt;br /&gt;font-size:12.0pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;&lt;br /&gt;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;}&lt;br /&gt;@page Section1&lt;br /&gt;{size:8.5in 11.0in;&lt;br /&gt;margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-header-margin:.5in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-footer-margin:.5in;&lt;br /&gt;mso-paper-source:0;}&lt;br /&gt;div.Section1&lt;br /&gt;{page:Section1;}&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z230/Lee-chan01/angele-1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;319&quot; height=&quot;289&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Candara; color: green&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Admin:&lt;br /&gt;Flashback )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Candara; color: green&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ It’s snowing, we’re overlooking a town and an old house. The scene shakes and&lt;br /&gt;focuses, the house is much newer. We zoom inside, where a young Yen and Angel&lt;br /&gt;are watching the snow. The radio is playing quietly. The house the empty, and&lt;br /&gt;silent. A car drives by and Yen looks up but sighs as it continues through the&lt;br /&gt;snow. Angel glances over at his brother, tapping the windowsill. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: I wonder when Mommy and Dad will be home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Mom went to work, so she won’t be back till late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: What about Dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ growls a bit and turns away from the window ] : I don’t know and I don’t&lt;br /&gt;care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel [ frowns, turning his body ] : Sorry, Yenny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ They’re both quiet for a moment. Yen moves towards the radio, sitting down on&lt;br /&gt;the carpet and turning it up a bit. He leans his head on the side of the desk&lt;br /&gt;and listens to the music. Angel watches his brother and coughs, staring back at&lt;br /&gt;the window. Yen sighs from across the room and Angel quickly turns his head&lt;br /&gt;back. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Don’t you ever dream about leaving this house, Angel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Leaving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Like.. moving away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: I think I’d miss Mom and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: I wouldn’t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: But they’re our parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ lifts his head ] : So what? I’ve seen other adults that would make better&lt;br /&gt;parents for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: We can’t have everything good handed to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Why not.. most of the children in this town have that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Good will come to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Maybe you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: You too, Yenny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: Bad kids don’t get rewards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: You aren’t bad.. you’re just.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen: I’m bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Yenny.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen [ grabs the volume button, turning it up more ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel [ sighs ] : I don’t think you are.&lt;span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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		<title>Teen fits.</title>
		<category>celoonline</category>
		<pubDate>2008-12-26T06:56:36Z</pubDate>
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