<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978</id><updated>2011-07-08T13:25:08.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloodstainedVELVET</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-7745125017866295098</id><published>2009-06-14T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:43:26.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why potatoes &gt; roses</title><content type='html'>Well, there's a lot of reasons. I mean, roses only last like a couple weeks, and that's if you leave them in water, and they really only exist to be pretty. So that's like saying, "My love for you is transitory and based solely on your appearance." But a potato! Potatoes last for fucking ever, man. In fact, not only will they not rot, they actually grow shit even if you just leave them in the sack. That part alone makes it a good symbol, but there's more! There are so many ways to enjoy a potato! You can even make a battery with it! And that's like saying, "I have many ways in which I show my love for you." And potatoes may be ugly, but they're still awesome, so that's like saying, "It doesn't matter at all what you look like, I'll still love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IronChef Foicite, on &lt;a href="http://bash.org"&gt;bash.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-7745125017866295098?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/7745125017866295098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=7745125017866295098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/7745125017866295098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/7745125017866295098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-potatoes-roses.html' title='Why potatoes &gt; roses'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-8405047480674522811</id><published>2009-04-21T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:51:09.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Bad Songs Sound Good.</title><content type='html'>OBVIOUSLY I HAVE A THING FOR COVERS. LIKE SRSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;WATCH. NAO.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XXbgSMT-0j4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XXbgSMT-0j4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tK23nEfdHA4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tK23nEfdHA4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/heiswnjSVuU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/heiswnjSVuU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bm0_zHbDJ-4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bm0_zHbDJ-4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TvC6VS4Np4U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TvC6VS4Np4U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-8405047480674522811?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/8405047480674522811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=8405047480674522811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/8405047480674522811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/8405047480674522811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2009/04/making-bad-songs-sound-good.html' title='Making Bad Songs Sound Good.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-7573327469553555804</id><published>2009-04-02T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:04:14.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;PE. God knows I love it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Do not fear the sarcasm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/desastreparfait/pic/0000gw76/s320x240"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where in reality, &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; is how I feel about physical education.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-7573327469553555804?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/7573327469553555804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=7573327469553555804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/7573327469553555804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/7573327469553555804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2009/04/pe.html' title=''/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-8962028654726120073</id><published>2008-11-16T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:24:20.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bash.org, Quote &lt;a href="http://www.bash.org/?128114"&gt;#128114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;firefly&gt; Time for my prayers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;firefly&gt; Our Father, who 0wnz heaven, j00 r0ck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;firefly&gt; May all 0ur base someday be belong to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;firefly&gt; May j00 0wn earth just like j00 0wn heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;firefly&gt; Give us this day our warez, mp3z, and pr0n through a phat pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;firefly&gt; And cut us some slack when we act like n00b lamerz, just as we teach n00bz when they act lame on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;firefly&gt; Please don't give us root access on some poor d00d'z box when we're too pissed off to think about what's right and wrong, and if you could keep the fbi off our backs, we'd appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;firefly&gt; For j00 0wn r00t on all our b0x3s 4ever and ever, 4m3n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-8962028654726120073?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/8962028654726120073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=8962028654726120073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/8962028654726120073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/8962028654726120073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2008/11/bash.html' title=''/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-8616908708521597911</id><published>2008-07-03T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:44:14.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Practically burning and fuming with utter rage and fury</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIKE WTFOMGBBQ111ELEVENTY-ONE TIEM FOR MOAR VOCAB NAO Y/Y?&lt;/span&gt; (this is probably the first and the last time you will ever see me using the Y/Y? thing, ever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely disgusted with myself for producing such incompetent and mediocre work, especially in the midst of an exam. I made myself look like an ineloquent fool&lt;br /&gt;by writing such a debacle of an essay and now all the English teachers must think I'm some illiterate dullard. I suppose I was just feeling a trifle disgruntled that day as well, hence my inability to think. Now, I'm in quite a saturnine state as my hopes of getting an L1R5 of 6 have been severely dashed and I'm probably delirious as I'm typing this but who gives a damn because it's doing an awfully good job at dissipating my angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;And I'll even smile a smile that can rival a serial killer's to show you how happy I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-8616908708521597911?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/8616908708521597911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=8616908708521597911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/8616908708521597911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/8616908708521597911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2008/07/practically-burning-and-fuming-with.html' title='Practically burning and fuming with utter rage and fury'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-750355576540578364</id><published>2008-02-10T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T13:47:03.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; is a lot like a cigarette. Once lit, its lifespan will soon disappear, in a puff of smoke. When you try to hold on to it, you inhale too deeply and the smoke starts to fill up your lungs, understand? And as time passes, your lungs slowly turn black and becomes your 'sin'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Keiunin's Grand Reverend Jikaku, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saiyuki Reload&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-750355576540578364?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/750355576540578364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=750355576540578364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/750355576540578364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/750355576540578364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-is-lot-like-cigarette.html' title=''/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-8725957775856206536</id><published>2007-11-03T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T00:09:51.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found out that &lt;u&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.repeal377a.com/"&gt;repeal377a.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; is a buncha crap. They can't even get the facts right about the law that they're petitioning to be taken down. &gt;______&gt; In fact, I &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; see a problem with &lt;u&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sections_377_and_377A_of_the_Penal_Code_(Singapore)#Section_377A"&gt;377A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Section 377A was introduced in 1938 to criminalise all other non-penetrative sexual acts between men. 'Gross indecency' is a broad term which, from a review of past cases in Singapore, has been applied to mutual masturbation, genital contact, or even lewd behaviour without direct physical contact. As with the former section 377, performing such acts in private does not constitute a defence."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which part of 'performing such acts in private does not constitute a defence' that those people who run &lt;u&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.repeal377a.com/"&gt;repeal377a.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; do not understand. Unless, of course, as with politics, they're playing dirty and purposely telling others that '377A criminalises all sexual acts between men, public or private." just to score some sympathy points and get the entire thing repealed so that all them gay/bi men are free to do as they please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on! This &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; still Singapore after all. If some teenage couple snogging in the train causes that many heads to turn and that many aunties to mutter under their breaths about how outrageous today's youngsters are, what will borderline-yaoi acts cause? Probably riots! Mothers will be covering their poor children's eyes and &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; religious people protesting for all that they're worth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, whatever. The law is retained and that's all that matters. After all, isn't it good enough to be able to fuck in private already?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-8725957775856206536?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/8725957775856206536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=8725957775856206536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/8725957775856206536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/8725957775856206536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-found-out-that-repeal377a.html' title=''/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-7290353974713150924</id><published>2007-10-21T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T23:50:41.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The whole world's slowly going crazy. Slowly, but surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe, just maybe...it's bringing me along with it to insanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-7290353974713150924?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/7290353974713150924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=7290353974713150924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/7290353974713150924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/7290353974713150924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/10/whole-worlds-slowly-going-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-8658204802487969646</id><published>2007-09-05T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T22:48:35.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gawd. It's been ages since I last updated this stupid blog, 29th May was the last time I posted to be exact. Like I said, everything's mostly in my LJ now; I don't want people to know what I'm feeling lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's not the case. I just wanna go to my dad's office, step into the elevator, press the button to the 25th floor, open the door to the roof and just scream everything out during the lunch hour, making hundreds of office people look up from their dull lives at an unstable teenager with emotional problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally sick of living at the moment. I haven't a clue what to do with my future, what to do at the present, and history is just shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes you just feel zipping back in time and change everytime single bad thing you've said or done? Yeah, that's exactly how I feel right now. It's just stupid how one small action can escalate into something way beyond my control. I'm feeling very vulnerable lately cos my mind's just too confused and I'm way too distracted trying to sort stuff out and then basically, why I called history shit is because it just keeps repeating itself. For my case, I've been exploited countless of times. Is it because I'm such a weak creature that every other thing tht crosses my path can't help but screw up my brain, rip my heart out and rub dirt in my face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's completely RIDICULOUS. What is wrong with ignoring people I dislike? It's nothing remotely murderous. But NOOOO. Some people just have to make such a big deal outta it. And not only that, after all that shit, they treat it like it's nothing? And then they throw it back in your face. Some help they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have serious issues; I am well aware of that. What I don't get is that why do I have to be so terribly NICE at times when I always get HURT in the end. If I can freaking GIVE UP something that I really like for a friend on more than one occasion, I don't see why people can't do the same for me. Or is it just that I'm so easy to manipulate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm through with that. If people don't appreciate my prescence in the community, they don't have any effing need for me there. I don't need the world, the world does not need me. For all I care, I can get over-the-counter stuff, mix them with alcohol and put this pointless misery to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On occasions, I yell my at myself for complicating my life. I'm seriously S-T-U-P-I-D. Stoopeed. For someone so logical, my life doesn't make sense and my train of thought just gets lost somewhere along the way. What's the point of getting L1R5 of 10 when your entire life is just havoc? I mean, my life's not exactly messed up, but everything is tangled up making it SEEM worst than it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm extremely possessive; It's part of my nature. You see, if someone keeps taking things that you hold close to your heart and trash them right in front of you, then of course you'll hold on tighter and tighter as time goes by. It's not easy to let go or change. I'm been doing what I've been doing for the past 2 and a half years; I'm not letting go just like that. I'm not gonna change easily; I fear loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish I had an angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes that particular &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; think that I like being this way? Maybe you should try to change your perspective a bit, instead of sticking up for her all the time. Your reasons are invalid. Unknown to you, you just took everything and gave it one helluva good shake, and now nothing's gonna be the same. I told you, ever so kindly, that I don't like change. But that's exactly what you did: Change everything, when everything was pretty ALRIGHT. How do you expect me to react to this now? You and your new &lt;i&gt;bosom friend&lt;/i&gt; are backbone-less, birds of a feather who have just violated my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said it yourself, Humans will never be perfect. Then maybe you should try cutting me some slack too, instead giving pathetic excuses for your &lt;i&gt;friend&lt;/i&gt; there all the time. Everyone has their reasons; Psychopaths don't go crazy without an apparent cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I say that your excuses are pathetic? She's not the only single-parent child I've met. My grandmother was a single parent, but my mum, aunt and uncle are nothing as selfish as she is. My 4 ex-schoolmates who don't have a father too, they're decent people. They're more sensitive to other people than &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;. In fact, they're more conscious of how they act. They're careful of what they do, unlike that callous way of hers. She's in constant self-denial. Therefore I do not agree with your statement at all. I've met one too many examples to deem what you have said acceptable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-8658204802487969646?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/8658204802487969646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=8658204802487969646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/8658204802487969646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/8658204802487969646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/09/gawd.html' title=''/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-2278264826875329374</id><published>2007-05-29T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T12:20:28.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, what you never thought possible just happened last night: I AM OFFICIALLY QUTTING THE VK SCENE HUR HUR HUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just put it this way. ne? I'm not quitting FULLY, but I'm just gonna do some major cutting down. Buying of magazines and CDs still in progress though. Others...well, I can't even BEAR to look at them without going on my infamous 'yelling-my-head-VK-rantings' and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really, I just can't be bothered any more. I'm just frustrated of waiting and hoping that one day the current screwed-up situation will change for the better, only to see it go down the f**king drain. So please, I'm not gonna care about Streetfest, Cosfest and the like cos they are all pains in my ass and they will be the death of me. Do not TRY to talk to me about them either, or be prepared to be shredded into little, tiny, bite-sized pieces by my ramblings (Though I am not sure how verbal attacks can result in the mutilation of humans =/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for goodness' sake, I don't know what is wrong with the VK fans nowadays, they don't buy anything to support their fandoms. Obviously they haven't realized after the Baroque and Aikawa Nanase incident that LAGI NO BANDS ARE COMING HERE THEN EVER. Hello? Which dumb-ass band and their retard manager would come here if their CD sales from here read nothing but A BIG FAT KOSONG? Obviously none; So I am BEGGING those f**kers, not to bring any band here for free. They want a live, they can jolly well PAY FOR A FRICKIN' TICKET. Typical Singaporean mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, no one can use Aoi to tell me to come back. He has TONS of fans, no matter if one just DISAPPEARED after a nice, long explaination. Honestly, if VK is gonna worsen my already inane paranoia that developed sine I was 5, I'm guessing it's no good for me ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, it's ridiculous for me to keep doing this with nothing paying off. It's pointless. I've gone beyond 'given up'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, this senpai will no longer give VK advice unless asked 2947035695 times repeatedly. Neither will this senpai be willing to do anything VK related. And I shall continue to rot while blasting out alien' brains. Thank you and have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-2278264826875329374?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/2278264826875329374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=2278264826875329374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/2278264826875329374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/2278264826875329374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/05/yes-what-you-never-thought-possible.html' title=''/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-3499536037406682411</id><published>2007-05-16T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T23:46:38.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, after an entire month, I'm finally back. Do not question my absence please, cos the reasons for it didn't seem like they paid off anyway, so shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was my last post again? Oh, camwhoring. Being a natural blabbermouth, I've got so much to say! Hmmm...Don't know where to start though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, MYEs are over, I didn't think I did well, and since that's outta my hair, let's talk about more entertaining things then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything interesting at the moment. Haven't blogged in such a long time I've lsot my familiarity with blogging. Damn you, exams. Anyways, life's been...weird. Well yeah, I can't find any other more appropriate word to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. I don't know what to say at the moment actually. Hmmmm, went out with Siew Chen, Naoyuki and Akiha a lot over the past few weeks? Actually it's not even A LOT puhleaze. Only like once, but I suppose it feels like a lot cos I talk to them everyday, and it's like some mini VK outing everyday XD. Ack. I'm bored. I found this at Naoyuki's blog...So I'm gonna stick it here cos I'm seemingly tongue-tied. -curses her momentarily disability to do public speaking-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only Gazette members we're supposed to choose from, so please don't say stuff like, OMG, SHE DOESN'T WANNA CUDDLE WITH ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt; Cuddle with&lt;br /&gt;Aoi. My one and only vix! -snuggles closer to her foxy man-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&gt; Sex partner?&lt;br /&gt;See above. I think this is gonna be extremely boring cos all my answers will be the same...BUT WHO CARES?! -snuggles more with Aoi- =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&gt;Boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Same as my 2 previous answers OHEMGEE I SUXZORZ GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&gt; Go to a playground with?&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF THEM! I mean, how can I not? If these guys are amused by folding chairs and are doing silly things all the time, then it's such a waste NOT to have all five of them there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&gt; To take neoprints with?&lt;br /&gt;Uruha and Aoi! Uruha's poses = o_O And Aoi's there...for the sake of being there... &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&gt; To do sports with?&lt;br /&gt;What kinda sports? Like hell, I hate sports! I only watch football...and more football...and more football...I guess Ruki, Kai and Uruha then, watch them play football... -is feeling apathetic-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7&gt; To talk with?&lt;br /&gt;Ruki! Interesting people are always nice to talk to! Not that I'm implying the rest are dull, but Ruki's the more chatty type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&gt; To cosplay?&lt;br /&gt;Like, cosplay? I DON'T DO COSPLAY D00D. -waves anti-cosplay banner around like a mad, raving idiot that she is-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9&gt; To kiss?&lt;br /&gt;Erm...Need I say more? AOI, ISN'T IT OBVIOUS! But ew, the smoking...ew. You know, kissing a person who just smoked is like KISSING A FRIGGIN' ASHTRAY EW. I just realised I said ew 3 times. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10&gt; To make out with ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to think that this quiz is getting kinda brainless actually...AOI. AOI. AOI. AOI. FOR GOD'S SAKE, AOI. -is seething and is tempted to throw rocks at people again-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always throwing rocks around anyway? So weird. Oh, Nao-chan also gave me this quiz to do...Sticking it here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/warrior_monk.gif" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M A WARRIOR MONK D00D. I ROXZORZ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit it, I own everyone's asses. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough about my boring la-la life. I'm trying to save the VK world here, single handedly, though I have some friends to help me. But I THINK I'M GIVING UP! I feel like killing all those arses. Goodness. And no way I'm going back to SGCafe anytime soon. It's kinda funny, cos Naoyuki and Akiha's not going back there as well. So just a couple of days ago, I was talking with Naoyuki about SGCafe. I said, "At least we aren't going back to that hellhole anymore." and she said, "OMG it's hell there." Then we were like XD, WE'RE THINKING THE SAME THING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided not to go for any VK-related events for as long as I live, or I'll start yelling my head off more than I need to. =/ Why am I also yelling my head off all the time? o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. I'll stop before I even start. I've been listening to Nightwish recently. Gah. I want their CDs too, with LP's lastest album. BUT TEH MONEH. $_$ I'm horrendously in debt. OH, MONEY MATTERS SUXZORZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like playing Halo all of a sudden...Should I? Yes, I should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-3499536037406682411?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/3499536037406682411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=3499536037406682411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/3499536037406682411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/3499536037406682411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/05/ah-after-entire-month-im-finally-back.html' title=''/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-2718618936458462309</id><published>2007-04-18T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:18:58.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHEMGEE MAJOR PIC SPAMMAGE. Let's just say...that someone totally lost it today and I need stupid pictures to banish the absolutely horrific mental images that are eating my brain away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYvX2GDxNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_sSuwQO5uZg/s1600-h/Image008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054779718474384594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="I know Melek always cracks up at this photo XD. TEH WEIRD FACES." src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYvX2GDxNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_sSuwQO5uZg/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Melek always cracks up at this photo XD. TEH WEIRD FACES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYvYGGDxOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sEAfG-Ongfg/s1600-h/Image012.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054779722769351906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Emo-ing in the toilet...is a daily routine...Well, sort of. o_O OH OH, THAT'S THE GAZETTE JACKET I'M WEARING HAHAHAHAHAHA." src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYvYGGDxOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sEAfG-Ongfg/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo-ing in the toilet...is a daily routine...Well, sort of. o_O OH OH, THAT'S THE GAZETTE JACKET I'M WEARING HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYvYGGDxPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/encVd3OV6Q4/s1600-h/Image014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054779722769351922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="The weird UruxReita thingy Akiha and Nao doing." src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYvYGGDxPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/encVd3OV6Q4/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird UruxReita thingy Akiha and Nao doing. WE WERE AT THE AIRPORT, OBVIOUSLY. Bloody airplanes in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYvYWGDxQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gm6D34U5WwY/s1600-h/Image019.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054779727064319234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Ahah, more emo-ing. Under a tree/potted plant thingy...Nao's poking me..."Daijoubu desuka?" " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYvYWGDxQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gm6D34U5WwY/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah, more emo-ing. Under a tree/potted plant thingy...Nao's poking me..."Daijoubu desuka?" NOTE THE SHIRTS. AHUSFKDBCOACLAKEFA. THE GAZETTE TEE. HCUCHLJABCAHCLANCLA. AHAHAHAHAHAHA. We're promoting Gazette at the airport. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYvYWGDxRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KETvlBYXIr8/s1600-h/Image021.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054779727064319250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Unfortunately for Nao-chan, once I snap outta my emo-mode, I get violent...Eeep." src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYvYWGDxRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KETvlBYXIr8/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for Nao-chan, once I snap outta my emo-mode, I get violent...Eeep. *apologizes profusely to Nao* XD She really was almost falling off cos my stupid phone cam took such a long time to snap the pic. My leg tired ne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYxLGGDxSI/AAAAAAAAABE/WF6fp2CBIsE/s1600-h/Image011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054781698454308130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="More toilet snapshots. o_O TEH HOLY GAZE-TEE AGAIN." src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYxLGGDxSI/AAAAAAAAABE/WF6fp2CBIsE/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More toilet snapshots. o_O TEH HOLY GAZE-TEE AGAIN. *points insanely* LOOK. WE'RE ALL MATCHING AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYxLWGDxTI/AAAAAAAAABM/ODYX7M8jWGM/s1600-h/Image023.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054781702749275442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Yes, emo emo emo. We seem to revolve around emo." src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYxLWGDxTI/AAAAAAAAABM/ODYX7M8jWGM/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, emo emo emo. We seem to revolve around emo. *sighs dramatically* At least we can see the front of the tee now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GAZEROCK IS NOT &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;EAD&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYxLWGDxUI/AAAAAAAAABU/Z7Scw2QNuk4/s1600-h/Image024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054781702749275458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="AOI!!! COME BACK! -insert random incoherent blabbering here-" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYxLWGDxUI/AAAAAAAAABU/Z7Scw2QNuk4/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY COERCED ME INTO DOING THIS. That's the departure hall, see. So it's like those overly sappy/mushy/corny korean dramas where the guy/girl is leaving the country for some untold reason and their lover is too late to get them back. Then I was like, "AOI!!! COME BACK! *insert random incoherent blabbering here*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYxLmGDxVI/AAAAAAAAABc/nh0JTH7En2E/s1600-h/Image026.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054781707044242770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Acting all sexy for Rei-chan, I see? XD" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYxLmGDxVI/AAAAAAAAABc/nh0JTH7En2E/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao-chan! ^^ Acting all sexy for Rei-chan, I see? XD Oh Rei-chan would just LOVE to ravish you if he had seen this. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. *inside joke* WASHING MACHINE AND GRASS CUTTERRRRRR. *spazzes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYxLmGDxWI/AAAAAAAAABk/QPmL_7ZrqPY/s1600-h/Image027.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054781707044242786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Awwwww. Emo!Akiha." src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYxLmGDxWI/AAAAAAAAABk/QPmL_7ZrqPY/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwww. Emo!Akiha. *pets* *cuddles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYzXmGDxXI/AAAAAAAAABs/xcpneGBDNqo/s1600-h/Image030.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054784112225928562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="AH, the Regret pose!" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYzXmGDxXI/AAAAAAAAABs/xcpneGBDNqo/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH, the Regret pose! Nao as Reita (obviously) and Akiha as Ruki! ^^ Nao always looks so intense ne...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYzXmGDxYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/n0sxFuctaKY/s1600-h/Image034.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054784112225928578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Rei trying to grope Ruki's arse." src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYzXmGDxYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/n0sxFuctaKY/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, I'm proud of my Ruki!ass, thank you. Nao acting as Rei, yours truly acting as Ruki. Scene: Rei trying to grope Ruki's arse. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYzXmGDxZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LvoCzeW1IL8/s1600-h/Image037.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054784112225928594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Quotes from Nao: THUGS AT THE AIRPORT OMG." src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYzXmGDxZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LvoCzeW1IL8/s320/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes from Nao: THUGS AT THE AIRPORT OMG. Stupid airplane still in the background. LIKE DEPART ALREADY GRRRR. Oh wait...it's ANA. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYzX2GDxaI/AAAAAAAAACE/CbxIXCxzy7E/s1600-h/Image031.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054784116520895906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="OHEMGEE YURI." src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYzX2GDxaI/AAAAAAAAACE/CbxIXCxzy7E/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHEMGEE YURI~ Though it doesn't look very much like yuri cos Nao looks kinda like a guy here...*runs and hides*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYzX2GDxbI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ng8tLvc7Uxg/s1600-h/Image025.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054784116520895922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="You guys are the greatest! -glomps-" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYzX2GDxbI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ng8tLvc7Uxg/s320/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the typical stuff. Anyway, you guys are the greatest! *glomps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our airport trip. And we pissed countless off. But who really cares. Better than that brainless couple making out on the floor in front of everyone. *is irked by such blatant acts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the main reason of our fangirling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiY3sGGDxhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/A-QV5cdylKM/s1600-h/Gazette+-+white.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054788862459758098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="-tugs towel- WOAH." src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiY3sGGDxhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/A-QV5cdylKM/s320/Gazette+-+white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAZETTE!!! Wrapped in a humongous white towel. Like, *tugs towel*, WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiY3sGGDxiI/AAAAAAAAADE/4bcFBC_TU9I/s1600-h/Uruha+-+white.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054788862459758114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Gaze-Manslut 1: Uruha." src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiY3sGGDxiI/AAAAAAAAADE/4bcFBC_TU9I/s320/Uruha+-+white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it has to be done: The 2 mansluts of Gazette. *pokes Akiha* Our hubbys...*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiY3sWGDxjI/AAAAAAAAADM/qa2ZDhWuqiA/s1600-h/Aoi+-+white.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054788866754725426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Gaze-Manslut 2: Aoi." src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiY3sWGDxjI/AAAAAAAAADM/qa2ZDhWuqiA/s320/Aoi+-+white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALALALA. I'M NOT GONNA REACT LALALALALA. *try her utmost best not to spaz out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiY3sWGDxlI/AAAAAAAAADc/kpVJR1Ga96I/s1600-h/Uruha+-+WOAH.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054788866754725458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Uru-thighs OHEMGEE." src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiY3sWGDxlI/AAAAAAAAADc/kpVJR1Ga96I/s320/Uruha+-+WOAH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I've posted this before, BUT IT IS MANDATORY. Uru-thighs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiY9cmGDxrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KF9MrlosLFQ/s1600-h/aoiphoto-0034465.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054795193241552562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="GAH. STOP TEASING, YOU STUPID TEASE. GRRRR." src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiY9cmGDxrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KF9MrlosLFQ/s320/aoiphoto-0034465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also complusory. AOI'S CHEST. *jabs computer screen madly* *recalls Nao's doodles* It's stupid, but I always end up laughing. *another inside joke. please ignore.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiY-Q2GDxsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/I74t_J8JBEs/s1600-h/ruki+pokemon.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054796090889717442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Ruki being...well, Ruki." src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiY-Q2GDxsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/I74t_J8JBEs/s320/ruki+pokemon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruki being...well, Ruki. That's why I love VK guys. They have the quirkiest personalities and aren't afraid to do 'stupid' things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, it's kinda late. So I'll be going. Oyasumi, minna san.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-2718618936458462309?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/2718618936458462309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=2718618936458462309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/2718618936458462309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/2718618936458462309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/04/ohemgee-major-pic-spammage.html' title=''/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RiYvX2GDxNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_sSuwQO5uZg/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-314558548192443702</id><published>2007-04-17T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T23:31:54.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm back after 2 whole weeks from not blogging unless random Godsmack lyrics count as blogging. I've been up to my ears lately and kinda frustrated, kinda pissed off about what's been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off, I am sick of people telling me I don't meet up to expectations. Honestly, I'm annoyed by it. I mean, yeah, it's school, all about results yadayadayada, but we &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; have a life...Or at least I have a life outside schoolwork. It's like GAHHH!, WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?!?! I'm this close -pinches air with thumb and fore-finger- to losing it already, as in blowing my top off completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I know I'm deproving in certain subjects, though I don't know why. I try to be better, it doesn't help, what to do, I'M NOT LIKE SOME, BIONIC HUMAN WHO CAN STORE 55798247592649GB OF INFO YOU KNOW. Seriously. Look here. You're reading a walking encyclopedia's blog post now. Not many are classified under 'walking encyclopedia' and I'm proud of the fact that I am one, so I can't do anything if no one APPRECIATES that I know over 150 bands, the proper names of at least 30 different piercings and that I'm an absolute pro when it comes to psychic powuhs (although it has nothing to do with being an encyclopedia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More GAH. And people with generally closed minds can very well piss off. I HATE stereotyping. A lotta us have never been stereotyped, but it varies from person to person. People look at me and think I'm a dumbass and I'm stupid and inconsiderate and a bad influence and mentally unstable and a psycho who's under the belief that she has psychic powuhs. While actually, I'm only mentally unstable. =X I'm not inconsiderate, I'm very open with my comments. I'm not a dumbass, I'm just not a bio-computing-calculator-storage-device-with-automatic-delete-after-exams-function thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I can't remember anymore things cos I have the amazing ability to remember countless bits of useless information that's sort of essential to know but then there's no more space left for the important stuff. It's not my problem, my brother has it too. Then again, I can remember all the crap I learnt last year, the issue is that I can't 'delete' it. I'm not your typical Singaporean student who goes, OH, STUDY STUDY STUDY! -reads through crap textbooks- -after exam- OH, AHAHAHAHA, EVERYTHING FORGOTTEN LIAOZZZZzzzZZZZ. -_-" I"m NOT. I learn what I want to learn. So it's pointless to keep nagging your butt off at me when it's not that I don't wanna remember, it's that I CAN'T remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks. Seriously, it does. And teachers all think I'm a pai kia or something. *snorts* OH PUH LEAZE. I'm a perfectly nice creature who gets on sugar highs too often, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This society reeks. Totally. -throws rocks at random by-stander- Oops. I meant the MENTALITY of this society stinks. Humph. Got talent, but cannot use. No talent, kena humtum. IS THERE LOGIC IN THAT?! OHEMGEE. THIS IS SO GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME GAH GUH MMMMRRRRR RAWR. -dies-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-314558548192443702?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/314558548192443702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=314558548192443702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/314558548192443702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/314558548192443702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/04/okay-im-back-after-2-whole-weeks-from.html' title=''/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-1684117989241957945</id><published>2007-04-06T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T12:46:36.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GODSMACK: RUNNING BLIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t find the answers&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been crawling on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Looking for anything&lt;br /&gt;To keep me from drowning&lt;br /&gt;Promises have been turned to lies&lt;br /&gt;Can’t even be honest inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm running backwards&lt;br /&gt;Watching my life wave me goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running blind&lt;br /&gt;I’m running blind&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me see I’m running blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for nothing&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I’ll change&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything still stays the same&lt;br /&gt;I thought if I showed you I could fly&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t need anyone by my side&lt;br /&gt;I'm running backwards&lt;br /&gt;With broken wings I know I’ll die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running blind&lt;br /&gt;I’m running blind&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me see I’m running blind&lt;br /&gt;Running blind&lt;br /&gt;Running blind&lt;br /&gt;Running blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t find the answers&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been crawling on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Looking for anything&lt;br /&gt;To keep me from drowning&lt;br /&gt;I’m running blind&lt;br /&gt;Running blind&lt;br /&gt;Running blind&lt;br /&gt;Running blind&lt;br /&gt;Running blind&lt;br /&gt;Running blind&lt;br /&gt;Running blind&lt;br /&gt;Running blind&lt;br /&gt;Running blind&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-4455823204492576679</id><published>2007-04-02T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T23:44:57.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GODSMACK: SHINE DOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired sleeping through the day&lt;br /&gt;Bloodshot eyes and the sweat from my body&lt;br /&gt;And I picked my head up yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Found no reason or hope left inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still believe in immortal love&lt;br /&gt;And I know there's someone above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine down, don't take it away from me, no&lt;br /&gt;And I know you know how, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Shine down, just give me a chance to feel it&lt;br /&gt;It's taken forever to get me off the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dead silence overwhelming me&lt;br /&gt;Day and night takes its toll on my sanity&lt;br /&gt;And I know I've been away too long&lt;br /&gt;All these years I've been hiding&lt;br /&gt;A feeling I'm coming strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still believe in immortal love&lt;br /&gt;And I know there's someone that's up above&lt;br /&gt;Show me a path to find my way&lt;br /&gt;And give me a reason to pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine down, don't take it away from me, no&lt;br /&gt;And I know you know how, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Shine down, just give me a chance to feel it&lt;br /&gt;It's taken forever to get me off the ground, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine down, don't take it away from me, no&lt;br /&gt;And I know you know how, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And shine down, just give me a chance to feel it&lt;br /&gt;It's taken forever to get me off the ground&lt;br /&gt;Shine down&lt;br /&gt;Shine down&lt;br /&gt;Oh, shine down&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Shine down&lt;br /&gt;Oh, shine down&lt;br /&gt;Oh, shine down&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby shine down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-4455823204492576679?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/4455823204492576679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=4455823204492576679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/4455823204492576679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/4455823204492576679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/04/godsmack-shine-down-so-tired-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-3043457054844070453</id><published>2007-03-27T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T12:49:10.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, look, I'm fackin' emo again and I don't understand why I'm getting my panties in a wad so often but I'm just so peeved at my current social life I don't care if a fackin' car just came by right now and killed me on my way home from school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I'm just bothered with the fact that no one ever asks me to join in anything and it's seriously decreasing my morale by tenfolds and it doesn't help that everyone is talking about whatever and I FEEL LEFT OUT. -summarised version-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am inclined to think that nobody wants my presence there and I'm better off rotting in a corner, covered in cobwebs while mumbling to myself and my stuffed black sheep, "Nobody wants me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have a social problem anyways? I get along with people just fine on the internet, but in person I'm completely different. Maybe it's because I feel INFERIOR due to the fact that other people have a tonnage more of punk clothes than I do and I'm always crashing in jeans-and-tees. I mean, YEAH, JRockers are like the ultimate jeans-and-tees people in their private lives, but try standing next to people who are all punked out and you're somewhere trying to shrink and/or wishing the floor to swallow you up because you have these huge invisible arrows pointing at you in every direction imaginable which scream, "NORMAL JEANS-AND-TEES PERSON = TOTAL LOSER"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye-ah. I guess so. And can I help it that I'm like stuck at home so much and I end up mooching around and doing nothing? No, I can't. Usually, I end up with no mood for anything just by thinking of what other people are doing with &lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt; friends. I'm not kidding. I spent Saturday morning as in 12.00am to about 1,30am just sitting there and well, to admit, crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, shoot me. I'm emo now. I'm stereotyped. I'm hated because no one loves emokids except other emokids but since there are no emokids I know, I feel horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes do you wish you could just sleep your problems away? Like, take some shut-eye and then when you wake up, your problems are gone? FAT HOPE.When you awake, the problems are evident as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of bottling up all this feelings. I need a friend, a close friend. Actually, it's a very vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have close friends, I bottle up my feelings, I keep this there until I can't take it anymore and when the catharsis finally comes, a myriad of emotions follow, of which angst is the main constituting element. Then at-dah, Emo-me. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? I think it's better to just numb my screwed up brain so that I don't need to think and I CAN'T think, for that matter, and then I don't have to feel nothin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x-posted to my lj)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, seriously, if you're coming here to bloody tag, don't just do it for the fackin' sake of doing it. I mean, a tagboard isn't some advertising contraption thing, it's for you to give comments. And till now, no more than 5 people have actually bothered to read whatever shit I'm expressing and I'm starting to feel that it's useless to keep a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, even after my emo incident, no one knows that I'm aching terribly inside to just scream out whatever. And I go to school wearing that same mask I force myself to put on, cos NO ONE LOVES EMOKIDS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-3043457054844070453?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/3043457054844070453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=3043457054844070453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/3043457054844070453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/3043457054844070453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-look-im-fackin-emo-again-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-5317584197503207400</id><published>2007-03-24T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T23:56:52.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rawr. Such a weak-hearted rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I'm in my Emo-mode and anything that you say may cause my death indirectly. Okay...Maybe not death. I won't even commit suicide even if my life depends on it...There's something incorrct with that phrase, but anyway, SELF-MUTILATION SOUNDS SENSIBLE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...I don't wanna get tetanus either, so waddaheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M THE PERFECT EXMAPLE OF A FAILURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed a stupid fill-in-the-blanks SS test. And I was the only one who failed, even thought I studied like SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do anything right. Never. I wish I could, but everything ends up screwed. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more time passes, the more I'm convinced that I'm a good-for-nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one sees me; I'm just a profile named 'desastre_parfait'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one hears me; They just think I'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone just KILL me already. Shoot me, strangle me, hang me, drown me, I DON'T GIVE A DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of pretending that he's mine. I'm sick of living in my fantasy world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I still wish he belonged to me, and I keep my head in the clouds, my feet never on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people around me pure geniuses while I rot away? Why am I always compared with others when it seems so unfair? And as always, why doesn't anyone understand me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying this once, and only because it's true, NO ONE KNOWS ME. They just take me for an arse who isn't good at nothing and to them, I'm just a piercing-crazy, metal-listening, JRock idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No good at English, hopeless at Chinese, drowning when it comes to SS, suffocating at the mere mention of Geography,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, if I don't suck, then I don't know what does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If living in the world depends solely on results, I don't think I wanna live in it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-5317584197503207400?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/5317584197503207400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=5317584197503207400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/5317584197503207400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/5317584197503207400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/03/rawr.html' title=''/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-917268224947180582</id><published>2007-03-19T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T18:51:59.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Document Number: #382&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;March 20th, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sect Member: Kokitsune&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Purification of our Holidays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Members of the Covenant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a stand that this vile, filthy wretch, which goes by the name of 'holiday homework', absolutely must be abolished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a complete contradiction in itself and thereforeshould be deemed redundant! According to Oxford dictionary, holiday means ' abreak from work or school' and in the WorldNet Dictionary, 'a day dedicated to rest'. This words originates from the words 'Holy Day', none other than referring to the Sabbath. If this is the case, the very act of giving this 'holiday homework', the slightest mention and even the mere thought of it is sacrilegious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can only stigmatise this foul beast as a form of pure torture, striaght from the depths of the sick, twisted minds of the heretic. It is an abomination! An act of blantant heresy! It should be eradicated from the face of this fragile earth, never to scar future generations with the endless torment and constant toiling, slaving away at their papers in the gloom of the dark indoors, while the beaming sun outside awaits the poor children to feel its welcoming warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, stand with me, my dear brothers and fellow supporters, as we seek out the evil masterminds who are the cause of this menace, who plot and scheme all day long for new methods of how to pass this shameful task undetected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, we shall pull down the pillars of darkness so that, once again, our holidays will remain pure and chaste, never to be tainted again by this unholy ritual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current Status: Awaiting approval from the High Priest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-917268224947180582?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/917268224947180582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=917268224947180582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/917268224947180582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/917268224947180582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/03/document-number-382-march-20th-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-8300616063955741724</id><published>2007-03-13T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:18:58.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHEMGEE I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN A FORTNIGHT. *is appalled at her own lack of blogging*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, good good. Unlike my results which are no no, bad bad. I don't wanna talk about them anyway...sooo, uh, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first. I am ultimately pissed off that Uru-pants are OUT-OF-STOCK. Now say that with me: OUT-OF-STOCK. Dammit, there's no more, OKAY?! I have to wait about 2-3 weeks for the new stock to come in, which is, of coursem absolute torture considering Naoyuki already got hers, although hers is different from mine and I like &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; design a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter, because I found out yesterday, and just only yesterday, that my uncle LIVES NEXT TO THE EFFING h.NAOTO WAREHOUSE. TEH WAREHOUSE. TEH WAREHOUSE WITH TEH CHEAP ITEMZZ AT TEH HOLEEEE RETAIL PRICEZ. It's maddening, so very maddening! He doesn't just live &lt;i&gt;near&lt;/i&gt; the bloody warehouse, he lives NEXTDOOR, LIKE WHUT. And here I was desperately seeking out h.NAOTO stuff at retail price. GAH! The more I talk about it the more stupid I feel because I didn't mention it to my aunt earlier! Imagine...That's like, 4 seasons of h.NAOTO stuff I missed out on. Grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I'm broke again and terribly annoyed because I discovered that I do no have a regular allowance. I mean, OHEMGEE, WHAT'S UP WITH THAT. I don't really care if it was even 1o bucks a week, I NEED AN ALLOWANCE!!! *riots* How the freak am I even gonna start saving if I don't have anything to save?! I just got into a tizzy over this cos I still have to buy the Uru-pants (which my parents are paying half for), my Burst into a Blaze Ruki jacket, uhhh, I don't know if this counts, the GazettE's album which is released on July 4th and probably about 3 more magazines. That, my friends, IS A WHOLE SHITLOAD OF MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, waddaheck. I'm just really anxious that I don't have enough dosh to pay up for all that. I only have enough for the jacket, pants and 1 mag, and I've been splurging a bit lately. AARGH. I NEED A FRIGGIN' ALLOWANCE GAH OMG ASJVEOJSMCPENAHMLSCEKNLVSVN *makes incoherent noises*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm...Anything else...As a matter of fact, yes. I also realized that I have most probably the most screwed up sleeping habits on the planet; I sleep for about 6 hours, no more, no less. Case 1: Slept at 10pm after CCA due to exhaustion. Woke up at 4.30AM. Case 2: Slept from 6-AM. Then fell asleep again from 2-6AM. Case three: Slep at 1.40AM. Woke up at 6.20AM. SEE. I AM MOST CERTAINLY NOT NORMAL. And *aherm* all these happened either on weekends or holidays. WHO THE SHIT WOULD SLEEP FROM 10-4 ON A WEEKEND. WHO. OHEMGEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH. I found out another something during the week: I have TEH SACRED POWUH OF GETTING FANGIRLS HORNY IN 3 WORDS. Observe! I just have to say something like 'Miyavi, collar, leash.' to HellPi and she starts freaking out and thinking about unmentionable things. Then for Naoyuki, ' Naked Reita, collar.' then it's &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; turn to get all horny. Actually, she insisted i just say 'half-naked' cos she said she'll be three times hornier if I said, '&lt;i&gt;Naked&lt;/i&gt; Reita.' But because I felt devious and scheming, I well, went with the second option. And trust me, even I myself am not immune to my own ability. I'm lame, yes, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was trying this out during, oh dear Lord, CCA practice and needless to say, I was very worked up just like Naoyuki on the other line with our little SMS session. We started saying all sorts of stupid things eg. We can bring our boys to school and use them as a distraction so our friends won't do as well. Like how about ask Aoi and Reita to show off their *ahem*sexy*hack* bodies and let Ruki hip-thrust, and oh, Uruha's ass-shaking and Kai's o-so-cute dimples. WE, ARE SO EVIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr. Yesterday and today I went for the IGNITE conference. Tonight, I uh, ponteng cos I had other stuff to do, but I went for the morning sessions and aftrnoon workshops. You know what, PASTOR PAT SCHATZLINE HUGGED ME. And I sound like I'm bragging, but he said said I was *AHEM AHEM* beautiful and he won't be forgetting Sasha, PeiQi and I anytime soon. Wow. I was like, *blank*. *blank* *blank* Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I felt like pic spamming coz I'm peeved that the GazettE is getting smarter and therefore made their outfits more and more extravagant and also not to mention PAIN-IN-THE-BUTT, HEADACHE-INDUCING, MIGRAINE-WORTHY COMPLICATED. I wanted to do a Ruki cosplay at first, then when I studied the Hyena outfits really closely, I was going, Oh, no way dude. So, PIC-SPAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't remember where on teh intranetz i koped this from, but damn, I like it anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RfWEASV8McI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Q7b-4rLfLyU/s1600-h/Uruha+-+WOAH.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041080498369868226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Uruha" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RfWEASV8McI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Q7b-4rLfLyU/s320/Uruha+-+WOAH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH CRAP. I have to go ZzzzZzzz now coz momma's tellin' me tuh. Ain't aneh of mah bu-zi-nezz. (the Southern accent has gotten to my head, totally.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-8300616063955741724?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/8300616063955741724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=8300616063955741724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/8300616063955741724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/8300616063955741724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/03/ohemgee-i-havent-updated-in-fortnight.html' title=''/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pFctOm-drgM/RfWEASV8McI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Q7b-4rLfLyU/s72-c/Uruha+-+WOAH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-989197040191950401</id><published>2007-02-26T17:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:50:23.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uru-pants! I want!</title><content type='html'>I KNOW, I KNOW, I HAVE 2 TESTS TOMORROW. and of all the things in this world, SS AND CHINESE! SS AND CHINESE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SS AND CHINESE, FOR GOD'S SAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a totally ARSE when it comes to those subjects. But...but...but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URU-PANTS! I WANT TEH HOLY, THIGH-SHOWING, ALL-SACRED URU-PANTS! They are so pree-tee. I've been eyeing them for quite a while, though I never bothered to say anything until last Wednesday. I"m going with Naoyuki, who also wants TEH-URUPANTS~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA. HAHA. AND AS AN ADDED BONUS FOR TODAY BECAUSE I'M FEELING COMPLETELY DOTTY AND ABSOLUTELY SCREWY AND 100% BATTY AND ALSO MAY I ADD, NOT IN MY RIGHT MIND, HAR HAR HAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was so not funny, dear me no, not at all. Did you know that THE TELE PAI LIAO, and Dead TV = No XBox. And you do you that XBox happens to be one source to channel any extra energy out of me, but because I haven't played in uh...3 days, I'M NOT MAKING ANY SENSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHEE!~ *gila*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone noticed that I'm using more and more Malayu in my posts? I'm telling you, teh stress of teh Sec3 livezzz is getting to meh head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I have said what I wanted to say, which is, "Donate to the Uru-pants fund today! Call ________ to donate now!" (I'm talking like, total bullshit, seriously. Blame homework. And the 6 tests I have this week. O_O)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-989197040191950401?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/989197040191950401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=989197040191950401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/989197040191950401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/989197040191950401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/02/uru-pants-i-want.html' title='Uru-pants! I want!'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-7178132112523000243</id><published>2007-02-21T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T18:47:30.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY celebrations.</title><content type='html'>Damn, I sure don't wanna admit this, but I have to thank n00bie for letting us have our CNY celebrations today. What a blessing in disguise, as in really, INDESCIBABLE. Zhen de shi sai weng shi ma. Like, OMG, I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SAY THIS, BUT DAMN, TODAY'S BEEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;COMPLETELY AWESOME&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So it was kinda a drag to be celebrating CNY after the holidays, but well, I didn't know what came over me, I decided to look on the bright side for once. I discovered that ta-dah, it wasn't the least bit crowded at Far East today, which is great because I -cannot- stand overly overly crammed places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Far East blah blah blah. Was supposed to go with Rachel, Felicia and Vanessa, but ended up at Bugis Icon instead. Weird much. Lemme just tell you how it happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Yi, Siew Chen and I were at Far East eating lunch, then after lunch, bu gao hui shi, Hui Yi's dad wanted her to go home straight away sometime after lunch. So that left Siew Chen and me. I rang Rachel up, and it turned out that she was at OMG, TANGS, OF ALL PLACES, TANGS, shopping there. I told her to come over once she was done, and well well, Siew Chen and I finished &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt; shopping first, so we went Rachel, Felicia and Vanessa hunting. Aargh. This is the part which got me going completely dotty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Tangs in hope of finding them. I suppose they were thinking the same thing, so while we went to Tangs, they headed to Far East. What I don't get is that how we MISSED one another. I mean, it's really hard missing Siew Chen and I in &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt; outfits (more on our outfits later. XD) today, right? Somehow or another, they still did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually both of us wanted to go to Bugis Icon, so I called Vanessa again, and she told me that Rachel and Feli didn't want to go with us because they weren't done with &lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt; shopping. And then we just left. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugis Icon it was, though we were debating whether to go to Sumairu instead. And this was when the AWESOME-ness started. Dangnabit, we bumped into fellow Gazette FC members: Naoyuki, Calyx and Ruizo. And Bloodified, but he was there earlier so.... ANYWAY, I don't know why, but there was like this telepathic thing going on. We just looked at each other, then I was like thinking, I know them...I do know them but I haven't seen them. Call me a total psycho freak or something, but I swear that telepathy was involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Siew Chen asked them if they were from Gazette FC, and they said yes. I could identify Calyx right away, don't ask me how, I just know. 0H PH34R M3H, I HAVE T3H PSYCHIC ABILITIES, which also happen to help me obtain teh sacred, much sought after first-press items (though I'm not sure how psychic powers and first press items are related. o_O) Well, we introduced ourselves and we just started incoherent fangirling and chatting FOR ABOUT AN HOUR. LOL. I guess I talked to Naoyuki most, I suppose I'm kinda like her in some ways XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, Aunty Alice was like damn nice, she actually ordered PIZZA, but I already ate, so yeah. Bloodified said ta yao jian fei...I think Bloodified's actions are kinda cute and gay at the same time. He kinda has this perpertually blur expression, and he's always checking his make-up, plus when I asked him who's his favourite Vidoll member, he answered, "Rame's mine." and he licked his lips in a &lt;i&gt;very predatory&lt;/i&gt; maner at the mention of Jui's thighs. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the pizza, or while &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt; were waiting, we went to take Neoprints. I admit it, I took a Neoprint for the second time in my life. Now scream. This is a very important event. *snorts* Yeah, right. But sweet memories are sweet memories, so waddaheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siew Chen and I kinda left after that because there's school tomorrow. Bleah. A total turn off. On the way back, we were just talking about cosplaying and all that, then the same topic arouse: How similar Ruki and I are in terms of looks. Siew Chen commented that even though Ruki and my eyes are not exactly the same, our eyes both evoke the same erm...feeling. It's hard to describe, seriously, because I've gotten that a lot from people. And it got to how my voice was also on the lower side for a girl. (Did I mention that in Gazette FC, they though I was a guy?) I'm teh girl-version of Ruki. Now does that totally PWN OR WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on our outfits, guh. We were asked if we could have our photo taken like about 5 times, and I have never heard 'Don't you feel hot?' so many times in my life. I mean, freak, it's a cotton shirt and cotton tights and cotton socks. IT'S NOT HOT AT ALL. The most outraegous thing was probably when we at Orchard, this woman from this modelling agency asked me, "How old are you?" To which I replied, "Why?" She told we she was with the modelling agency. Perhaps like somewhere in the middle of her sentence, I was like practically SHOUTING, "I'm 15, 15 15 15 15!!!" Before running away. XD Like, Duh, legal age for modelling is 18, and I do not wanna be caught anywhere NEAR models of those sorts because only one thing comes to mind when I think about them: Anorexia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the workers working outside the school on the pavement said, "Jippun kia." the moment he saw us. Hello? I do understand Malayu okay? I'm not that bodoh or cheena. Plus this ang moh guy took a picture of us at the MRT station, and then I yelled, "Stalker!" on impulse. I suck. Of course, Elton yelled, "OH MY GOD, EMOGOTHIC." when I stepped into class, and Joey was like, "What the hell are you wearing?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I got my collar too. YEAH D00DS. And Neo Genesis volume 10. YEAH~ But I want those boots...And the h.NAOTO top. *adds to wishlist*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just got me thinking, what if Hui Yi had stayed, would things have been different? If I had gone to Sumairu, I would have never bumped into the Gazette FC members. Same if I had stuck with the trio who were sutck at Far East. How things can change so drastically just by altering the present in the more minute ways. Reminds me of the Butterfly Effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall be going off now because I still have math homework which was caused by my own imcompetance, so jiu you zi qu. Ta ta for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-7178132112523000243?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/7178132112523000243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=7178132112523000243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/7178132112523000243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/7178132112523000243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-celebrations.html' title='CNY celebrations.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-1087974977639623262</id><published>2007-02-17T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T21:47:52.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weid al Yankovic: White and Nerdy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Weird Al Yankovic&lt;br /&gt;White and Nerdy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see me mowin' my front lawn&lt;br /&gt;I know they're all thinkin' I'm so&lt;br /&gt;White and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm just too white and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm just too white and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see I'm white and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;Look at me I'm white and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna roll with the gangstas&lt;br /&gt;But so far they all think I'm too&lt;br /&gt;White and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm just too white and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm just too white and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too white and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;Really, really white and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First in my class here at MIT&lt;br /&gt;Got skills, I'm a champion at D&amp;amp;D&lt;br /&gt;M.C. Escher, that's my favorite M.C.&lt;br /&gt;Keep you're 40, I'll just have an Earl Grey tea&lt;br /&gt;My rims never spin, to the contrary&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that they're quite stationary&lt;br /&gt;All of my action figures are cherry&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Hawking's in my library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MySpace page is all totally pimped out&lt;br /&gt;Got people beggin' for my top eight spaces&lt;br /&gt;Yo, I know pi to a thousand places&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got no grills but I still wear braces&lt;br /&gt;I order all of my sandwiches with mayonnaise&lt;br /&gt;I'm a wiz at Minesweeper, I could play for days&lt;br /&gt;Once you've see my sweet moves, you're gonna stay amazed&lt;br /&gt;My fingers movin' so fast I'll set the place ablaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no killer app I haven't run (run)&lt;br /&gt;At Pascal, well I'm number one (one)&lt;br /&gt;Do vector calculus just for fun&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got a gat, but I got a soldering gun (what?)&lt;br /&gt;Happy Days is my favorite theme song&lt;br /&gt;I could sure kick your butt in a game of ping pong&lt;br /&gt;I'll ace any trivia quiz you bring on&lt;br /&gt;I'm fluent in JavaScript as well as Klingon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the part I sing on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see me roll on my Segway&lt;br /&gt;I know in my heart they think I'm&lt;br /&gt;White and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm just too white and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm just too white and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see I'm white and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;Look at me I'm white and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to roll with the gangstas&lt;br /&gt;Although it's apparent I'm too&lt;br /&gt;White and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm just too white and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm just too white and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too white and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;How'd I get so white and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been browsin', inspectin' X-Men comics&lt;br /&gt;You know I collect 'em&lt;br /&gt;The pens in my pocket, I must protect them&lt;br /&gt;My ergonomic keyboard never leaves me bored&lt;br /&gt;Shoppin' online for deals on some writable media&lt;br /&gt;I edit Wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;I memorized Holy Grail really well&lt;br /&gt;I can recite it right now and have you R-O-T-F-L-O-L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a business doing websites (websites)&lt;br /&gt;When my friends need some code, who do they call?&lt;br /&gt;I do HTML for 'em all&lt;br /&gt;Even made a homepage for my dog, yo&lt;br /&gt;I got myself a fanny pack&lt;br /&gt;They were havin' a sale down at The Gap&lt;br /&gt;Spend my nights with a role of bubble wrap&lt;br /&gt;Pop, pop - hope no one sees me gettin' freaky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nerdy in the extreme&lt;br /&gt;Whiter than sour cream&lt;br /&gt;I was in AV club and glee club&lt;br /&gt;And even the chess team&lt;br /&gt;Only question I ever thought was hard&lt;br /&gt;Was "Do I like Kirk or do I like Picard?"&lt;br /&gt;Spend every weekend at the Renaissance Faire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my name on my underwear They see me strollin', they're laughin'&lt;br /&gt;And rollin' their eyes cause I'm so&lt;br /&gt;White and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I'm white and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;Just because I'm white and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;All because I'm white and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow, I'm white and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna bowl with the gangstas&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, it's obvious I'm&lt;br /&gt;White and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm just too white and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm just too white and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too white and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;Look at me I'm white and nerdy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-1087974977639623262?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/1087974977639623262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=1087974977639623262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/1087974977639623262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/1087974977639623262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/02/weid-al-yankovic-white-and-nerdy.html' title='Weid al Yankovic: White and Nerdy'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-5931183693218713539</id><published>2007-02-15T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T19:30:43.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH MY GAWD. SHE'S DOING IT TO ME AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I cannot stand it when my mum moodswings. Wait, I take that back because my mother, is ALWAYS moodswinging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's annoying me to the pits of hell and I don't have a fxxking clue why I'm wrong. Driving me completely bonkers when she tells me off without a reason or explaination, N-O-T-H-I-N-G. Leaving me hanging there somewhere in the middle, unable to grasp and register what she's fired at me in 10 seconds before turning back to her normal self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT IS WRONG. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(That's a rhethorical question by the way)&lt;/span&gt; IS IT LIKE, THE EFFECTS OF MENOPAUSE OR SOMETHING?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddamit, early in the morning, when we're getting ready for school, she's still taking an eternity in the washroom and later blames us when we're running late. It's enough to make anyone tear their hair out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I make a particular statement in that particular tone she doesn't like, I wish I could like, look for the nearest bombshelter and hide inside for at least half a day. Thing is, 5 seconds before that she was talking to me normally without the slightest HINT of irritation in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I"m just utterly speechless and completely clueless as to what to do in this house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-5931183693218713539?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/5931183693218713539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=5931183693218713539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/5931183693218713539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/5931183693218713539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-my-gawd_15.html' title=''/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-2315260315927497410</id><published>2007-02-11T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T00:12:27.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utter nonsense.</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back after what seems like a very long time, but really, it's only been a week filled with tests, tests and erm...Did I already mention TESTS WHICH I'M TOTALLY GONNA SCREW UP?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I'm officially DOOMED for CA1. I failed Chinese. I failed SS. I passed EMath. I passed English. Thing is, I have like, 4 tests pending, and I have this nagging feeling I'm gonna flunk 3 out of the 4. OH, WHY, FOR THE LOVE OF HUMANITY, WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop being so melodramatic, ne? ANYWAY, CDJapan shipped Hyena on Wedensday! Yay! I was actually hoping they'd ship it a day earlier like they do sometimes, so I would've gotten in by today instead. Imagine, I could be watching sexy!Uruha and rockwarrior!Reita right this instant, and not blogging about how I am not watching sexy!Uruha and rockwarrior!Reita now and moping about how...Okay. You get the picture. I'm just worried that they will send it to the correct address though, because being the blur arse I am, I FORGOT to write the bloody postal code as I've yet to remember the new house postal code. Guh. No matter. It should get here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing - I ordered AND paid for JEWELS already? Thus I encourage you to look at the little list called 'No Music, No Life' on the right hand, and you can clearly see that 'JEWELS' has been crossed off! HA. HA. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just discovered that 'No Music, No Life' is indeed a mini album by Givuss, Tora and Shou's old band. I thought it was just some random phrase initially, until I downloaded the sample tracks, and using my VAST KNOWLEDGE (yeah, right) of the Japanese language, I translated 'Nou Ongaku, Musoushi' into 'No Music, No Life'. How smart I am. *snorts* More like a half-assed, considering I've not been up to my usual calibre of work, coming of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I SUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, totally. Guh. Hmmm...Now that I think of it...SS is my least favourite subject, cos I reek at it. I don't make points; I confuse them. I don't think it's the slightest bit fair to ask Geog students to actually &lt;i&gt;read&lt;/i&gt; SS. *melodramatic yet again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed too, that my blog is -finally- unlocked? I'm sick of people telling me that my password script is screwed because it just seems screwed. But on my comp and the school comp, it works just fine, just like on my uncle, cousins and friend's PCs. This is one thing that even a seasoned HTML editor like me cannot fully understand, so I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guh. Why do I keep saying 'guh' so often? GUH. I think that my brain's totalled and that my mind is doing overtime, way too much. *bangs head on desk* Don't you think so too? Guh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my paragraphing's all weird and stuff. Sometimes I think that reading too much fanfiction can seriously to cause your level of concentration to retard and degrade to that of a GOLDFISH. Especially stuff that goes like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let’s pretend… Let’s pretend that I’m not completely and utterly jealous of Aoi – that I don’t hate one of my best friends and my bandmates because he has something that I will never have: your heart. Let’s pretend that it doesn’t tear me in two every time you walk away from me. Let’s pretend that I don’t love you.&lt;/i&gt; - Courtesy of Kagome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even worse, ultimate CRACK such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Okay, okay... The thing is--" Ruki started, trailing off into a dramatic silence. "The thing is..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isshi knows &lt;u&gt;it&lt;/u&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reita stared at the vocalist incredulously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Knows what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;u&gt;It&lt;/u&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bassist was ready to snap at his companion again, just when something occurred to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't mean &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; by &lt;u&gt;it&lt;/u&gt;, right?" he asked slowly, hoping against hope that Ruki's answer was going to be negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shorter man nodded gravely. Reita's eyes widened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But... but that's impossible! No one knows &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt;!" he exclaimed, suddenly feeling sort of faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I was the same way when Nao told me. But it's the truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I... would have never thought the man had quite that much power..." Reita whispered, feeling an icy hand's cruel clutch on his heart. This just wasn't possible. Isshi couldn't possibly know &lt;u&gt;it&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;- Courtesy of Sugarless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NOOOO, FOR GOD'S SAKE, DEFINITELY NOT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not Yaoi. I don't think anything Yaoi is apppropriate for my blog, so no samples here. HA. HA. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, Yaoi turns your brain into mush over time, so take care not to read so much of it! So I guess watch out for anything that has content which goes along the lines of :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But he kept that deliciously slow pace, savoring the building ecstasy. Uruha’s little cries and whimpers only fueled that lust and he didn’t think he’d ever felt this good before with anyone. Uruha’s arms around Aoi’s back were shaking slightly with the tension. Aoi could feel Uruha was close, the way his moans had turned breathless and almost silent and the way his body trembled against him, legs tightening around his waist, his face flushed and sweaty, his eyes were even screwed shut. &lt;/i&gt;- Courtesy of life_giver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...Now I remember why I locked my blog in the first place - It has very stupid things not meant for the public eye! AARGH! I shall consider locking the damn thing again should the time call for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh lookie, it's my birthday! You know, I wish I wasn't so anti-social and invite my friends over or something, for the past few years, make that about 5, I haven't gotten a single soul over to celebrate my birthday with me. Yes, I'm such a sad, sad person. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me, or have I seen to go completely off again? I really -have- to learn how to control my ranting. Well, good night. (The bedbugs won't bite, but the vampires will.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-2315260315927497410?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/2315260315927497410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=2315260315927497410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/2315260315927497410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/2315260315927497410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/02/utter-nonsense.html' title='Utter nonsense.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-6155964663928502509</id><published>2007-02-01T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T16:11:14.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOOOO!</title><content type='html'>Why...why...why...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DID THEY FORCE ME TO CHANGE TO THE NEW BLOGGER! *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Blogger. Stupid stupid stupid. AARGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-6155964663928502509?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/6155964663928502509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=6155964663928502509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/6155964663928502509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/6155964663928502509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/02/nooooo.html' title='NOOOOO!'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-117008188357587416</id><published>2007-01-29T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:44:43.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosh, I'm back, finally.</title><content type='html'>Everytime I take a Neoprint, I feel as if my soul is being ripped apart by all the flashy colours and the happy music with that annoying perky voice rattling on in Japanese. It burns, so deep, and that is why I will never succeed in being a normal girl. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought that the paragraph would be an interesting way to start off this post. Oh gosh, it's been AGES since I last blogged. 10 days to be exact. Well, 10 days &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; a long time, that's 240 hours, 14400 minutes, and do you want me to go into seconds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week has been...interesting. Most defintely. Tuesday especially, when our little 'adventure' happened. Uh, nothing more than that I guess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'll begin my 'adventure' story which will make me (&amp; Siew Chen) look like the biggest doofuses on the face of the planet. Tuesday, as you guys know, is our 'Kinokuniya Magazine Collection Day'. We always go on Tuesdays (at least for the 2 times we've been there), because school ends early, and there's usually not much homeowork on that day. So last week, we were delayed because we had extra bio lessons. It didn't really matter actually, because it was only about 20 extra minutes, so yeah, no biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, we were at the MRT. Oh wow, this one will positively kill you. At Tanah Merah, the fucking train stopped because of some stupid technical problem at Eunos that just HAD to happen on our 'Kinokuniya Magazine Collection Day'. Come to think of it, it wasn't too bad because at least we were stuck at the bus interchange. Imagine if we were somewhere like...Eunos! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I digress for a minute? Last time when Van and I were on the sky train at the airport, it broke down too. I think trains hate me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, enough of the stupid train. Let's talk about the stupid bus, or the bus uncle or my dad though I'm pretty sure I'm at fault too. So we had to take bus, unless we wanted to walk there, or better still FLY, so we asked the aunty at the counter what bus to take to Orchard Boulevard. But being the smart ass that I was, I had to call my dad. 'Char rite. So dad said that bus 14 will go there. And it so happens that dad's mental bus directory is like. 10-years outdated. WOW WEE. We still asked the bus uncle, and he said yes, it will take us to Orcahrd Boulevard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT IT DIDN'T. IT TOOK US TO RIVER VALLEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've just listened to the aunty and took 7 instead of being such a bloody cynic! We wasted like, 1 hour plus. YES. AN HOUR. GUH. That's 3600 seconds to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do? Call dad. We got our magazines in the end, yes, so we're happy. Did I mention that Uruha looked damn fine in that issue? I'm not saying that I like Uruha more, but let's admit that Uruha is the better looking of the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's mostly it. Oh yeah, I still feel like a doofus. A TOTAL ARSE IS MORE LIKE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time when I told you guys that I ordered my birthday present speciifically so that it will arrive on my birthday, on the dot? Well, it seems that no matter which mailing option, it still wouldn't have come on February 11th. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BECAUSE FEBRUARY 11TH IS ON A SUNDAY, AND NO MAIL EVER COMES ON SUNDAY! GAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I realise it? Oh, because I'm such an arse! AARGH! Why why why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, heck. It's just a difference of one day, so HECK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I &lt;s&gt;am ordering&lt;/s&gt; ORDERED alice nine.'s new single JEWEL. I haven't paid for it yet though, so I'll have to go back to Bedok again, which is actually like what, just at the foot of the hill from where my school which contains N00b Babboon's big fat saggy arse is situated upon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, it's late, and I need sleep. TFFN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I so freakin' want a collar so badly...So so so badly. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-117008188357587416?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/117008188357587416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=117008188357587416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/117008188357587416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/117008188357587416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/01/gosh-im-back-finally.html' title='Gosh, I&apos;m back, finally.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116919931474513634</id><published>2007-01-19T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T17:35:15.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul mates?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DUDE, LIKE, I THINK I FOUND MY 'SOUL MATE'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I doubt he even thinks of me that way XD. I was just blog hopping here and there among SHSS people and then I came across the freakiest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy's blog which I read, and he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Likes VK&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plays bass&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plays guitar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is also 15 this year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I swear, it's TOTALLY creepy, but I think he thinks I'm the creepy one instead, who tagged his blog. But can I help it? Siew Chen talked to a stranger who happened to like VK for 3 hours in Bugis, so why can't I do the same? SHSS somemore...Goodness. Now I think I'm gonna go nuts whenever I have to meet my brother at school. As in I'll be like,"Dammit, where's that guy ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guh. I can't wait for my birthday to come for once. I mean, am I pathetic or what? I'm only looking forward to it because I'm getting another CD then. I'm a LOO-SAH. I hate birthdays. I mean, you're just another friggin' year older, what's so great about that? No big deal. You're just well...older. Mind you, I don't think many get wiser. Some are just as half-assed as they were the previous year, and the year before that, and the year before that, and the year before that yada yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe it. Now matter how much I try I can't get it into my brain...THE NUBCAKE TIMES ARE NO MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, woe is me, for the one thing that brought me delight has been extinguished! Tragedy, my dear friends, sadness for a lifetime! Nothing could compare to the...uh...Unfortunately, I can't say out what I wanted to because if any erm...'official' sees this I'm deader than a dead thing which has been dead for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm off my rocker or something.... I've been like THIS CLOSE *pinches air with index finger and thumb* to getting detention lately. My hair is way too long to be classified under 'Safe from Mr Chua's horrible hair-cutting skills' and an eyelet and CBR in one ear is just too dangerous. Aiyah, sian already lah. School rules here, school rules there....I wouldn't mind if they were reasonable, but really...1 time late = detention, 15 (or was that 5?) demerits = caning/internal suspension. Stupidest thing I've ever heard of. Oh, wait, according to Matt, it IS 5 demerits. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, come to think of it, detention sounds a helluva lot better than CCA. Detention is till 6pm, CCA is until 6pm. I mean, I can read CHEMISTRY! CHEMISTRY! CHEM-MUH-IS-TUH-REE. Don't you just love chem? I AM TEH ULTIMATE CHEM GEEK. *plays Weird Al Yankovich's 'White and Nerdy' in the background* Honestly, I'm like the only stupid sec 3 in school who knows all stupid radicals by heart. And that silver has a positive 3 charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And CCA is a horrid waste of time. Today was ever shittier than usual: Sec one orientation. As if I want to see you-know-who's faces there. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss the Nubcake Times. It was the funniest thing I've ever read because it was all inside jokes. But now it's GONEEEE. And you get redirected to a disgusting porno site instead. *vomits blood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell do people get addcited to porn? Is it because they're despo or something and need to use the revolting images of naked women (or men)to masturbate and get high? I don't get it. The first thing I think of when I think of porn is SLUTS, SLUTS AND MORE FXXKING SLUTS. It's completely nauseating and it makes me wanna tu xue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Uruha is a slut too, but his is a different degree of sluttiness. That...sounded weird. But who cares anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievably, I have little homework compared to last week's landslide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;9 simultaneous linear inequalities sums&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 page of SS homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 physics questions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And if I want to be guai, study the letter writing format thingy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;See? SO LITTLE! Unlike &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 si han&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10 Algebraic equations, E&amp;amp;A math&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 bio essays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;English powerpoint presentation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. It's my fault about the English powerpoint because it was supposed to be holiday homework. But do you give a damn? Do I give a damn? NO, so ignore it. WAIT WAIT. Don't ignore just yet! It was last minute work, done in 2 hours instead of 2 months we were given, though my marks suggest otherwise. Guess how much I got. A friggin' 34 out of 40. I was like hyperventilating, and going, " WTH WTH WTH." I agree that my graphics sucked and that's where I lost marks, because there were only 2 pictures, and one wasn't in any way related to &lt;i&gt;Life of Pi&lt;/i&gt;, it was just of Miyavi reading a book (And Siew Chen went crazy over it XD) Plus the whole background was white and the font I used didn't turn out of Ms Wong's comp so it ws boring old Times New Roman instead. At least there was animation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crap a lot, don't I? Tatah for now anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116919931474513634?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116919931474513634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116919931474513634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116919931474513634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116919931474513634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/01/soul-mates.html' title='Soul mates?'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116903588613094489</id><published>2007-01-17T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:43:03.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OKAY, that's the weirdest thing ever.</title><content type='html'>Ever experienced something you thought was totally amusing/hilarious/cool but was never appreciated by others? Uh huh. Today that 'something' decided to creep up on me without any suspicions! It went like this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o1; I opened thw WMP,&lt;br /&gt;o2; I set the WMP on 'shuffle',&lt;br /&gt;o3; I pressed play and the music started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was when it started getting real weird. By 'shuffle', it's quite obvious that they scramble up the order of the songs when you play them, am I right? But that's the scary thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got like 2 consecutive Gazette songs twice, and out of the 10 songs I played, 5 were of Gazette. Like, Cassis and Psychadelic Heroine. then Toguro and finally Okuribi [Kasou] and Oni no Men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ISN'T THAT SCARY WHEN IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE MIXED UP?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be going completely bonkers or something. Mmmmmmrrrr. And I still think Nao and Saga are having an affair between their fans' backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: It's happening again! The new gods of JRock are sending me a sign from erm...THEIR APARTMENTS! I am once again playing music, and 3 out of the 6 songs I got were by Gazette. Not only that, they were in all consecutive and in order. First Baretta, then Taion and lastly, REGRET. *is dead*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116903588613094489?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116903588613094489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116903588613094489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116903588613094489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116903588613094489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay-thats-weirdest-thing-ever.html' title='OKAY, that&apos;s the weirdest thing ever.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116861444914272805</id><published>2007-01-12T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T23:07:29.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This close to blowing up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MONDAY TO FRIDAY - SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SATURDAY - TUITION FROM 10.30AM TO 2.30PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUNDAY - TUITION FROM 1.30PM TO 3PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WEDNESDAY - ASSEMBLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THURSDAY - COMMON TEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THURSDAY &amp;amp; FRIDAY - FREAK ASSED CCA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, do we have a life?&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;Do any of us have LIVES?&lt;br /&gt;Admit it, if this was all life had to offer, none of us would want to live. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me say this again, live your life well in this sick twisted world and make the best of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel emo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116861444914272805?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116861444914272805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116861444914272805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116861444914272805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116861444914272805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-close-to-blowing-up.html' title='This close to blowing up.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116826749927345860</id><published>2007-01-08T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T22:54:27.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines!</title><content type='html'>WOAH, LIKE, I'M DOING VALENTINES NOW AND VDAY IS ONE MONTH AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on time for something at last! Yay. Well, I'm doing SgCafe's Gazette fanclubs VDay project for Gazette and I can proudly say I'm roughly 40% complete and *gasp* I only started only yesterday! Now my fingers are all sore from opening the split rings and my index finger and thumb on the my right hand even bled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not done with the care yet though, because a) my printer pai, cannot print the font, b) Van is helping draw the little anime character in the corner and I just asked her today so... c) I haven't gotten my materials yet! I hope it doesn't look too cute or anything because the basic design and the layout is something very unlike me, but I just decided to stick with it becaus let's admit that Visual Rockers, despite their dark, angry, gothic, hate-inspired, emo and sanguinary demeanour, they are actually very sweet people with nice personalitites, so I hope the five of them appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking Siew Chen to stand in for me on Saturday during the club outing because I HAVE TUITION. Gah. She'll just help me pass the card and the five phone charms to Beatrice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still like the phone charms I made for the guys. It's this red guitar pick made out of aluminium, and with 3 holes along the top edge. The hole furthest to the right has a chain made out of 3 split rings and tied to the split ring ath the end is a length of beading thread. For decoration, I drew a black heart on each of the picks on one side, and one the other, their name, a star and if possible because I haven't done it yet, the words 'VDAY 07'. I'll finish it off with a coating of varnish to prevent the illustrations from being scratched off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to imagine it. It looks pretty professional eh? I had 4 nails torn because of the bloody split rings. And Mr Shi is gonna nag at me on Friday because 'my nails are too short and it's affecting the sound of the guitar'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my mum is the one who's nagging me now, so ta ta for now, goodnight and help me find 6 brand new cigarettes for extra gifts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116826749927345860?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116826749927345860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116826749927345860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116826749927345860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116826749927345860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/01/valentines.html' title='Valentines!'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116809698583242177</id><published>2007-01-06T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T23:23:05.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BYE BYE 3H!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys can keep Mr Hamdam for EMath while 3A has Mr Mok for E AND A MATH~ LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go climb 4 floors, 3A is only on the 3rd level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mug your brains out and compete with the PRC scholars while I'm at my own pace (which also got me in the best class nonetheless).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is, MR TAN IS STILL TEACHING 3A, LAWWWWLLLLZZZZzzzZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I wish Mr Chen will teach us Physic and Mdm Ho will come to enlighten us on bio. And GUH, PAT WONG IS TAKING US FOR ENGLISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you win some, you lose some....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116809698583242177?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116809698583242177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116809698583242177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116809698583242177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116809698583242177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/01/bye-bye-3h-you-guys-can-keep-mr-hamdam.html' title=''/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116800337811812387</id><published>2007-01-05T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T21:40:11.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underappreciated.</title><content type='html'>Just another one of my completely random posts of which the subject are incoherent, rather insignificant topics. But before that, I'll just go through my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was THIS close to falling asleep during EMaths because Mr Hamdam went on for half an hour about quadratic equations and real numbers blah blah blah until I decided to entertain myself by DOING quadratic equations *plays 'White and Nerdy' in the background* instead of LISTENING about them. I did like what, 13 while he was ranting on and on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then recess...Stayed in class for most of the period, smsed Van, she smsed back, and she called me anti-social Haruhi. I was tired, dead-beat was more like it and I was craving for some shut eye, though I was way too distracted by the numerous people studying around me. Honestly, who studies during recess? WHO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes...Here's the killer news: I've changed classes. I'll wait fo that to sink in...I changed my frickin' class. HO CRAP. But it's not really as bad as I thought. Lotsa 2L people there, in the new class, and did I mention that I loved going down to 2L for Chinese last year? I suppose I'll do fine, considering there's a FELLOW VK FAN. *does some sort of weird Gazette-style victory dance* And 3a doesn't have that odd mugger-air about it, it's down-to-earth and more laid-back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really hilarious during chinese lesson. I saw Siew Chen's file, with a picture of Miyavi from the August issue of Fool's Mate, then I literally spat the words, "Is that Miyavi?!" out. Then we started laughing like we were retarded, and I mean frankly, retarded in the sense of the completely illogical. The two of us talked during the whole 70 minute class and we were finishing each other's sentences, like when we were talking about the fashion magazines, she said, "You know the fashion magazine..." Then I continued, "Kera?" We burst out laughing at all sorts of 'normal' VK stuff and no one else knew whatever crap we were blabbering about. Someone though Miyavi was a woman and they didn't know what a 'Fool's Mate' was. Much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't think I've said this before, but there's one thing I can't live without everyday: A Step of Faith. And really, I've said this before, if whatever deity that exists wants you to be the victim of an accident involving a 16-wheeler,7 cars and a mutant 40 foot long crocodile in a very bad mood, can you really do anything to help it? NO YOU CAN'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to my senseless ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can name a whole crapload of under-appreciated bands because some people are complete arses who only like bands for their looks. Here's a list of what I think are the world of JRock's most undera-appreciated bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIST OF UNDER-APPRECIATED BANDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kagrra,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MUCC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FAKE?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vidoll&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Duel Jewel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phantasmagoria&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kagerou&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;UVERworld&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SULFURIC ACID&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PANIC☆CH/パニックちゃんねる&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shoujo Lolita 23q&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MASK&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gossip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ambivalent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dari&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GHOST&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;UnsraW&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Screw&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;176BIZ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;There we have it. Those are the bands which have created some of the best music I've heard in my entire life but are not credited enough for it because either a) Their publicity person sucks, b) They look different, c) People have a hard time deciding whether they like listening to 'crap' such as metal, d) They just aren't 'in' and are therefore, neglected,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid mentality. Screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to Muse for the past...uh...A long time. I still can't believe that they're coming to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DID I TELL YOU THEY'RE COMING TO SINGAPORE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND DID I ALSO TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE MUSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'd prefer if the lostprophets came instead, or better yet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GAZETTE OR ALICE NINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's &lt;u&gt;the&lt;/u&gt; Gazett&lt;u&gt;E&lt;/u&gt;, and that it's &lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt;lice &lt;u&gt;n&lt;/u&gt;ine&lt;u&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;, But capitalizing letters at the wrong places and random fullstops can cause confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've crapped enough for today. I really think I have, so goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116800337811812387?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116800337811812387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116800337811812387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116800337811812387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116800337811812387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/01/underappreciated.html' title='Underappreciated.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116774640444004101</id><published>2007-01-02T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T22:00:04.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish...</title><content type='html'>I wish that it'll rain during the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavily. The raindrops creating an endless pittering-pattering against the windows. Like 'The Day After Tomorrow' heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it'll continue, until dawn breaks, but then the temperature will drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low, lower than ever before. Feeling colder and colder until it finally hits freezing point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...snow. The sky coloured grey, the roads covered with a white blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No rush-hour traffic. No hustling and bustling of busy office people. No students on the buses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shops will be closed. Places of interests eerily empty. Tourist hot-spots suprisingly empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe, just maybe, we won't have to go to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116774640444004101?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116774640444004101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116774640444004101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116774640444004101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116774640444004101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-wish.html' title='I wish...'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116758466891845778</id><published>2007-01-01T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T01:09:22.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WELL, LIKE HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just start off with this statement: Why bother to make New Year resolutions when you know you'll probably forget about them? To hell with all that 'goal setting' shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live your life well. Don't overwork yourselves. You never know which day is your last. Die a happy fellow. Don't rule your life with the all those things you want to accomplish. I'm not saying that live like an idiot too, but don't go overboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THEN AGAIN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2oo6, was, a crappy year. I'm not gonna lie and say, "OH MY GOSH, 2006 WAS AN AWESOME YEAR!" No. I'm not. 2oo6, in one word, was crap. Of course there were good moments that I'll remember in the years to come (and once again, I'm not gonna say I'll remember them forever because that's another lie), but when asked how I feel about the 365 days, I'd say there was nothing remotely special about most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like they say, experience comes with time, and truly, I've experienced more in 2oo6 than the last few years put together. For one thing, I've been promoted to elite Visual Kei-er now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In 2oo6,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got through my first problems with a clique in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered my talent in writing morbid stories about suicide and drug abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experienced first-hand, elitist bitching gothic lolitas and fangirls on LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first alice nine. CD, with many more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had feelings for someone after what seems like an umpteenth years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 guys asked me out (though I told them all to fxxk off).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dealt with my own money problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shopped online for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I redid my blog and started a new 'blog life', one without stupid incoherent ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my own identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so alone and lonely in my entire 14 years on earth. Strictly speaking, in no way over-exagerrated or emo-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more aware of S-E-X than I ever have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised my talent in math and geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I conquered my Chinese results in the EOYs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first GazettE CD, and with loads more coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to go a long way on Need For Speed: Underground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to control my temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;was flamed&lt;/em&gt; for the first time on Neopets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; flamed for the first time on Neopets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my first Vidoll CD, though I'm doubtful if I'll get any more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt, and still learning more and more cheem words everyday like sanguinary and clandestine and pliant and tactiturn and catalyst and catharsis...BLAH BLAH BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2oo6 is a significant year too, where I had to part from 2a, and 2oo7 isn't gonna be any easier. Well, like I say, take each day as it comes. No matter how much planning you do for the future, nothing is inevitable. You could die in the following week. The world could end tomorrow. A terrible natural disaster could cause Singapore and other islands to disappear under the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you shouldn't plan your life each day, don't be afraid to dream either. And never forget, friends are always important. Only an imbecile would think he could do without friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from Gazette's &lt;em&gt;☆BEST FRIENDS☆&lt;/em&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幼き頃夢見た　未来予想図は&lt;br /&gt;今も色あせず　鮮やかに前を向いている&lt;br /&gt;大きくなれるように　背伸びして見た景色&lt;br /&gt;時にはくじけそうになるけれど　ぐっと涙こらえて&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一つの大きな夢に向かい走り始めた&lt;br /&gt;大切な仲間がいるから　がんばれたんだ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;強く生きる少年達よ&lt;br /&gt;一人じゃない勇気を出して&lt;br /&gt;突き進んだその先には&lt;br /&gt;仲間と笑い輝く君がいる&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;これから歩く険しい路は　光に満ちたイバラの道だ&lt;br /&gt;良くも悪くも最初で最後　どうせやるなら夢は叶えろ&lt;br /&gt;見守ってくれる人のために　大好きな人や自分らのタメに&lt;br /&gt;意識のレベル超HIGHにして　今日も歩く己の道&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一つの大きな夢に向かい走り始めた&lt;br /&gt;大切な仲間がいるから　がんばれたんだ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;僕らが今歩く道を&lt;br /&gt;高い壁で防がれても&lt;br /&gt;止まらないさぶち壊して&lt;br /&gt;夢に向かい進んでいく&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;強く生きる少年達よ&lt;br /&gt;一人じゃない勇気を出して&lt;br /&gt;突き進んだその先には&lt;br /&gt;仲間と笑い輝く僕がいる&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANSLATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, I dreamt of the future&lt;br /&gt;Even now it doesn't fade, but is vivid as I look forward&lt;br /&gt;So that I'd grow, I'd hold the tears in as I watched the scenery I grew up with crush under time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to run towards that one big dream&lt;br /&gt;Because my good friends were with me, I did my best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live well, young men&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone, so muster your courage&lt;br /&gt;Lunge forward, for right beyond this&lt;br /&gt;You'll be laughing and shining with your friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steep path that you'll be walking will be lit, but full of thorns&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad, from start to finish, you're gonna do it anyway, so make your dream come true&lt;br /&gt;For those who watch over you, for the ones you love and for yourself&lt;br /&gt;Get your senses to a super high level, and walk your own path today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to run towards that one big dream&lt;br /&gt;Because my good friends were with me, I did my best&lt;br /&gt;Even if there's a high wall in our way, we're not stopping&lt;br /&gt;We'll break it down and go on towards our dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live well, young men&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone, so muster your courage&lt;br /&gt;Lunge forward, for right beyond this&lt;br /&gt;You'll be laughing and shining with your friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116758466891845778?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116758466891845778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116758466891845778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116758466891845778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116758466891845778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2007/01/well-like-happy-new-year-let-me-just.html' title=''/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116748393724036398</id><published>2006-12-30T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T21:05:37.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just fuck off, will you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG. WILL YOU JUST GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME?! I'LL BE REPEATING FOR THE FUCKING LAST TIME: I AM NOT INTERESTED IN YOU, ASSHOLE, SO STOP ASKING IF I WANNA FUCK WITH YOU, YOU LOW-DOWN, PERVERTED CREEP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put in a more civilised manner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but I really don't have it bad for you and I'm not interested in your offer. I am currently in love with someone else, so please, leave me alone before I report you for sexual harrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the &lt;em&gt;hell&lt;/em&gt; is his problem? He's asked me twice, if I wanted to have SEX with him. Go tan ku ku. I'm saving my virginity to be taken by someone whom I really have feelings for (aka Aoi-san~). I wish he's just &lt;em&gt;fuck off&lt;/em&gt; for good. Is it so hard to understand, "I don't like you."? That's KINDERGARTEN talk man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, he's like, &lt;em&gt;uber despo&lt;/em&gt; or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116748393724036398?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116748393724036398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116748393724036398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116748393724036398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116748393724036398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-fuck-off-will-you.html' title='Just fuck off, will you?'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116730463381196901</id><published>2006-12-28T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T19:17:13.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DUDE, I'M LIKE, BACK! *spazzes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And yes, Merry Very Late Christmas and an Early New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT? I GOT MY VIDOLL ALBUM YESTERDAY! *twirls twirls twirls* CRASH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, yes. I'm perfectly fine. And it's just 2 days late, so USU! You know what, school's almost here. And I hate school. *sudden mood change* Thank God I skipped 2 weeks of CCA because I'm positive that it would have driven me complete bonkers. Seriously, practice a week before and after Christmas? SIAO SI BO?! Unlike them, I have a life and I choose to live it well. Whut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisuke from Kagerou says, "Live everyday like it's your last. Not in fear, but in happiness." As if I would wanna go for practice on the day I'm erased from the face of the earth, no way. Geez. They should cut us some slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas overall was okay I guess, though I hardly even got a grasp of it before it turned into Boxing Day instead. I got 2 pairs of earrings, which unfortunately, I won't be able to wear and I'm apologizing to Suvie and Charis because it's unlikely they'll ever see me wear them. Maybe Suvie's yes, because it's a stud, but Charis'? OH MY SAINTED AUNT, NO. Imagine if I only have 1 large hoop earring on. THAT WILL LOOK SO VERY TACKY. And it does not compliment my stretched earlobe either...Soooo...Gomen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I think Aoi is gorgeous. Come on, he is. I saw this vid of him shaking his ass in a -very- provocative manner. Oh yesssss. Makes me wanna glomp him or something worse. Oh, remember the 'I'm the girl whose crush's boyfriend is a manslut' thing? I changed my mind. It's now: 'I'm the girl whose crush is a manslut like his boyfriend.' Yes, those 2 were made for each other. The 2 Gaze-sluts. BEAUTIFUL. What do you mean 'they can't be beautiful cos they're men'? Of course they pretty! How can you doubt with THIS piece of evidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4601/1659/1600/639923/AoixUruha%2001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4601/1659/320/173625/AoixUruha%2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have to be the most beatiful couple in JRock no matter what anyone else says. Let's face it: Nao is on the chubby side. Saga has turned into a somewhat full-fledged male. Except these 2, who are so gorgeous it should be made illegal for males.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out of point again, ne? Oh, you know the Vidoll DVD? I couldn't stop gigglig everytime I saw Rame, with his 'little girl' look on. I bet you can't keep a straight face on too, because he was too cute. I swear, he was too cute in that video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm. I don't think I have anything else to crap about today, and I'm making dinner for myself, so I think I'd better get started, ne?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116730463381196901?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116730463381196901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116730463381196901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116730463381196901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116730463381196901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/12/dude-im-like-back-spazzes-and-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116783200356060231</id><published>2006-12-22T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T21:46:43.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas is you.</title><content type='html'>Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas, could you please give me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;One Aoi. And please make sure it's the one from GazettE and not the other one from Ayabie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One Uruha to keep Aoi company, even though I'll be using him a lot, I like a pretty pair of gorgeous guitarists.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One Miyavi, I like some suprises in my life once in a while.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One Tero. I'll share with Rame...I promise! Pretty please?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And because I can't say this enough, the two beautiful GazettE guitarists...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Sweet Couple from alice nine.  who will probably just run away after I get them, but still....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Talbo Boys! Talbo-01 Fukusuke and Talbo-02 Riu! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all I want for Christmas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been good this year, haven't I? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116783200356060231?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116783200356060231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116783200356060231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116783200356060231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116783200356060231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-you.html' title='All I want for Christmas is you.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116619943790055745</id><published>2006-12-16T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T00:17:21.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one thing that can be stolen but never returned, not matter how you may try.</title><content type='html'>I suppose after you read this your skin will be creeping across the floor to hide underneath your blanket. It's that bad, and you have been warned, &lt;i&gt;ne&lt;/i&gt;? Oh oh oh, keep this away from people whom you might get into trouble with if they happen to skim through this, that goes for younger siblings. Imagine if they ask your mum, "Mum, what is &lt;i&gt;semen&lt;/i&gt;? S-E-M-E-N?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it would be THAT embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I have been reading more fanfics again, and I was asking myself, mind you, MYSELF, What would it feel like the first time your forbidden flower is torn? Guh. Such a stupid question really. A person who goes by theory would give you the most boring details indeed, such as the &lt;s&gt;hymen tearing&lt;/s&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not what I want to know actually. I want to know the physical &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; the mental side of it. How would a virgin feel having been stripped of her virginity? Would she suffer great emotional loss, because virginity is a thing that once stolen, never returned? Or would she embrace the fact that finally, she, in a very superficial manner, has been fxxked and therefore is a full-fledged woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thoroughly confused with the whole mess of it all. But what about guys? Since their virginity can't be proven, then do they &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; anything because males are usually the dominant partner in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicated much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for physical part, I've read countless of somewhat explicit fictions about rough sex towards virgins, in which 'those milky white thighs were smeared with a mixture blood and semen', but does a girl bleed THAT much when her hymen tears during her first sexual intercourse? It is a custom for Muslims in the Middle East to check the bedsheets of newly wed couples after their first night together for any form of bloodstains to enforce the bride's statement that she was a virgin when she was married to her husband. So yes, bleeding occurs, but how much? To the extent where (Okay, this was a guy being raped through the means of anal sex when I first read it, but I've changed the hes to shes) '&lt;s&gt;he&lt;/s&gt; she could feel the warm blood trickle down &lt;s&gt;his&lt;/s&gt; her inner thigh as he thrust deep and hard within &lt;s&gt;him &lt;/s&gt;her'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aargh, This talk is going nowhere, it seems. Hmmmm.... &lt;s&gt;I wonder if Aoi could demonstrate on me....&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O  YOU DID NOT JUST SEE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm bored or something, donch think? Yes, I'm bored. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116619943790055745?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116619943790055745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116619943790055745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116619943790055745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116619943790055745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-thing-that-can-be-stolen-but-never.html' title='The one thing that can be stolen but never returned, not matter how you may try.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116611088163732357</id><published>2006-12-14T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T23:45:56.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Camp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DUUUUUUUUDE!!! I'M BACK FROM CAMP! *does a silly little dance*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I came back 2 days early because I feel sick and I was too bothered, too tired and too sleepy to blog about anything, so I'm back only today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess camp was pretty fun, except for the SUPER LOOOOONG SESSIONS and that facking bitch who's in my room. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to type about cos there's too much to type and my fingers are not exactly working properly, so I don't really care. But OMG, I so &lt;i&gt;HATE&lt;/i&gt; that...that...&lt;i&gt;WOMAN&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, she was pretty okay at first, until she started getting pushy. Really. When I went home, she SMSed me that I was just faking sick so I wouldn't have to go for the adventure trail the next day. My ass. Tell that to my doctor who certifies that I've a fever and a viral infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHO DIED AND MADE HER THE SUPREME SOOTHSAYER OF THE EARTH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about the rest of the low-down biatching she did because I'd be WHINING and I hate it when I WHINE LIKE A LITTLE GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about 'little girls', do you think I look, well, like an 'innocent little girl'? Someone at camp said I really don't look like the type to like piercings and metal music, neither do I like pop music. It worries me, &lt;i&gt;ne&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading a lot of very smutty fanfics over the past week, and it's not doing my brain good cos it's possibly turning into mush, or at least making me think about horny things that absolutely should not be mentioned. Okay, maybe I'll just briefly explain 1, just 1 before I get carried away as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on the little girl note, I think that it'll be dangerous for me to go to Japan unless I disguise myself as total meaning-business-butch, then maybe I'll be able to escape the horrors of schoolgirl fetishism there. I'm not exactly saying that I'm pretty or anything for sme guy to fxxk me, but many a times I've been called 'cute', as in 'childishly adorable but ugly'. Exactly what I mean. Those slutty porn stars who end up starring in schoolgirl fetish themed films are always, if I say so myself, not remotely pretty, let alone beautiful, but they are 'cute' in a childish sort of way when they're NOT BEING TOTAL WHORES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought is still horrfying and all, and once again, oh my sainted aunt, I've been 'blessed' with yet another traumatising nightmare/dream (you decide). It's really no good for me, having my thoughts permeated with all sorts of unmentionable images. Like I said, my fear of being raped has increased tenfold over the past 6 months or so, and after this one, I think I'll never ever have sex in my entire life, cos the impression it has given me of 'sexual reproduction' is indeed, a filthy one, that sex should remain a taboo, never to be spoken of in public areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, back to where we were. Somehow, when I first saw Aoi, I thought that he would like an innocent, if not innocent-&lt;i&gt;looking&lt;/i&gt; girl, who looks not exactly child-like, more pre-pubescent age, and very submissive. Like a doll. Just like a doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shudders* Now, after all that explaining, I don't feel like talking about it. I'm shuddering here, right in the rattan chair I'm sitting in. It came to the doll part, I couldn't bear to type any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...If Aoi really did fxxk me, would I be like a stupid little girl? Writhing under him, trying to break free from his strong hands, holding my wrists above my head, while pleading him, 'Shiroyama-san, yamete!', 'Stop it, let me go!' before screaming when he suddenly tears the forbidden flower, causing the crimson blood to flow down my inner thighs as he thrusts hard and deep in me? Will I be like that? Will I eventually succumb to him and let him do as he please to the ragdoll presented to him, in all its tainted innocence? Worse, the Stockholme Syndrome might even come into being, leaving me helpless, devoted to him, the man who 'first taught me the #101 of fxxking'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That is the absolute worst thing that can happen to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, it isn't. A meteorite could come hurtling down from the depths of space killing my entire family except for me, and I'll be miserable FOREVER. Yes, that's definitely worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, is it me, or have I once again, gone out of hand with all the gruesome, morbid tales? I should learn how to stop. I really should. Ah, whatever. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116611088163732357?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116611088163732357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116611088163732357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116611088163732357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116611088163732357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-from-camp.html' title='Back from Camp!'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116548027039458967</id><published>2006-12-07T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T16:32:09.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo.</title><content type='html'>I've completely given up. All hopes flung clean out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was I kidding? What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't obsess about it anymore. I WILL stop imagining, even if it kills me in the process. I'm just sick of trying to find another way to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let my heart trick me into thinking that such ridiculous, impossible things can become a reality, when my mind's telling me not to be more stupid than I could ever be. It's harder to fool myself than it's ever been before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll abandon that childish dream for good, refusing to let it permeate my thoughts any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't give a damn because I DON'T STAND A CHANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I care anyway? It's not any of my friggin' business, not anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116548027039458967?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116548027039458967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116548027039458967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116548027039458967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116548027039458967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/12/emo.html' title='Emo.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116542068107202226</id><published>2006-12-06T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T00:02:38.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doh, my crush's boyfriend is a manslut. That DID NOT sound right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO READ SMUT WITH ALL THIS NOISE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. that didn't come out right. Anyway, reading smut requires a GREAT DEAL OF IMAGINATION, and with the TV blaring away, my parents talking and my brother asking me God-knows-what, I CAN'T VISUALISE! Well, the music is partially my fault, but music is music, noise is noise. They're different although some consider my music to be 'noise'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO HAPPY THAT ALL FOUR FINALISTS OF PROJECT RUNWAY MADE IT. I would postively DIE if either Mychael or Jeffrey were to BE OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've updated my LJ, finally, not to mention I've created a new account and spiffed up my new journal cos the old one was drab.*shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes I don't know what to think anymore, regarding the Aoi business. I mean, sure, I'm madly in love with the guy, but I know that he and I will never get together no matter what anyone says. Even though I liked being teased about the matter, I will always have that nagging feeling at the back of my head that's telling me that I DON'T STAND A CHANCE, which is 100% true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm whining, aren't I? I'm reading AoixUruha fanfictions now, and boy, ARE THEY HOT. Makes me wonder how I would react if Aoi were doing those &lt;s&gt;really hot, naughty, dirty&lt;/s&gt; things to me instead of that manslut Uruha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's not even politically correct to call Uruha a manslut cos you can get sued. Uruha is such a man when he's not being a promotional Gaze-slut. Really, he is. He's taller than many Asian guys, with broad shoulders and well toned muscles, and a very yummy Adam's apple which probably drives their make-up artist crazy trying to conceal it when he's transforming into the earlier-said Gaze-slut. Otherwise, he's perfectly normal. Oh, and he has such a great, deep voice. Honestly, HE DOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a vision of a guy flirting with slut!Uruha, only to receive 'Nan desuka?' as a reply, and then all of the guy's hair stands straight up on their ends, with the thought "Women DO NOT sound like that." running through his poor, traumatised mind over and over again before collapsing to the ground, foaming in the mouth. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M THE GIRL WHOSE CRUSH'S BOYFRIEND IS A MANSLUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh...huh. THAT, SOUNDED SO VERY WRONG INDEED. Has anyone noticed or is this post rotating around the sole subject of sex? o_O RIIIIIIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. CHANGE OF TOPIC! My online friend is a real-life gay. He is possibly 120% gay. Well, I happened to drop-by his LJ just yesterday, and it was a LOOONG time since I've BEEN to LJ, so when I commented, he was like 'Hey, babe! How 'ya doing?' Let me tell you, if you happen to bump into this 17-year-old guy online, who goes by the name of Maki and is also known as 21stcherry_boy in the LJ dimension, do not be thrilled if he calls you babe when you're a girl, and if you're a guy, I guess you should run away, real fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite sure I'm feeling extraordinarily horny today. Damn those fanfics! Mmmmmrrrr. I should stop, I really should before I type something which is potentially unsafe here, in an Internet journal, of all places. Like, "Privacy? There's such a thing as privacy on the Internet? WOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I should shut up because not only am I horny, I'm being utterly stupid, so tata for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Post written in half an hour. Time flies when you're having fun crapping.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116542068107202226?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116542068107202226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116542068107202226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116542068107202226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116542068107202226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/12/doh-my-crushs-boyfriend-is-manslut.html' title='Doh, my crush&apos;s boyfriend is a manslut. That DID NOT sound right.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116514917192961822</id><published>2006-12-03T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T16:30:31.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>☆BEST FRIENDS☆</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;☆BEST FRIENDS☆ by ガゼット&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Ruki&lt;br /&gt;Music:ガゼット&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幼き頃夢見た　未来予想図は&lt;br /&gt;今も色あせず　鮮やかに前を向いている&lt;br /&gt;大きくなれるように　背伸びして見た景色&lt;br /&gt;時にはくじけそうになるけれど　ぐっと涙こらえて&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一つの大きな夢に向かい走り始めた&lt;br /&gt;大切な仲間がいるから　がんばれたんだ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;強く生きる少年達よ&lt;br /&gt;一人じゃない勇気を出して&lt;br /&gt;突き進んだその先には&lt;br /&gt;仲間と笑い輝く君がいる&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;これから歩く険しい路は　光に満ちたイバラの道だ&lt;br /&gt;良くも悪くも最初で最後　どうせやるなら夢は叶えろ&lt;br /&gt;見守ってくれる人のために　大好きな人や自分らのタメに&lt;br /&gt;意識のレベル超HIGHにして　今日も歩く己の道&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一つの大きな夢に向かい走り始めた&lt;br /&gt;大切な仲間がいるから　がんばれたんだ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;僕らが今歩く道を&lt;br /&gt;高い壁で防がれても&lt;br /&gt;止まらないさぶち壊して&lt;br /&gt;夢に向かい進んでいく&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;強く生きる少年達よ&lt;br /&gt;一人じゃない勇気を出して&lt;br /&gt;突き進んだその先には&lt;br /&gt;仲間と笑い輝く僕がいる&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TRANSLATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, I dreamt of the future&lt;br /&gt;Even now it doesn't fade, but is vivid as I look forward&lt;br /&gt;So that I'd grow, I'd hold the tears in as I watched the scenery I grew up with crush under time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to run towards that one big dream&lt;br /&gt;Because my good friends were with me, I did my best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live well, young men&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone, so muster your courage&lt;br /&gt;Lunge forward, for right beyond this&lt;br /&gt;You'll be laughing and shining with your friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steep path that you'll be walking will be lit, but full of thorns&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad, from start to finish, you're gonna do it anyway, so make your dream come true&lt;br /&gt;For those who watch over you, for the ones you love and for yourself&lt;br /&gt;Get your senses to a super high level, and walk your own path today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to run towards that one big dream&lt;br /&gt;Because my good friends were with me, I did my best&lt;br /&gt;Even if there's a high wall in our way, we're not stopping&lt;br /&gt;We'll break it down and go on towards our dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live well, young men&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone, so muster your courage&lt;br /&gt;Lunge forward, for right beyond this&lt;br /&gt;You'll be laughing and shining with your friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says that Ruki can't write pretty songs? And if anyone DARES say that metal music IS BAD, the evidence is presented there, GOOD AND CLEAR that IT IS CERTAINLY NOT BAD. In fact, there are many lyrics that are ever better than &lt;em&gt;☆BEST FRIENDS☆&lt;/em&gt;, but I just felt that young people would sympathize with &lt;em&gt;☆BEST FRIENDS☆&lt;/em&gt; more than any others. SO IN YER FACES, ANTI-METAL FREAKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahaha. Another reason I SHOULD be laughing is taht yesterday, 2nd of December 2006, IS THE DAY WHEN I GOT MY BRACES OFFICIALLY REMOVED! But I said 'should be laughing' beause I'm not. Dagnabit, I miss that sharp, annoying metal contraption which was fixed to my teeth in the most uncomfortable manner! D'oh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crunch time for the process of moving house, ever since my parents got the key to the new flat. I DO NOT like the colour of the walls in my room. IT'S A DAMN PEACHY COLOUR!!! *dies* It doesn't look half bad in the light, but turn it down and IT TURNS PINK! OMG. *dies even more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been beyond ridiculous with the Japanesque freaks in Singapore. I have DEVISED A THEORY WHICH IS SO GREAT NO ONE CAN MATCH IT! Bah. It's so obvious anyway. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with VK and anime fanatics. Yup. Trends. Soon, VK fanatics were dressed in all sorts of fugly gothic fashion in order to erm...I don't know. Anyway, anime crazed people were soon talking in a rather shocking mixture of Japanese and English, throwing in random words such as 'baka' and oh Lord no, 'kawaii', so they would seem 'more Japanese', which I think is proposterous because if you're Japanese, you are, if not, TOO BAD. Therefore, I came up with this. People who follow trends often do not have minds of their own, thinking and dressing as how trendsetters make out things to be. This means that trend followers do not have their own minds and are solely dependent on trensetters for new ideas and inspiration. Whereas trendsetters do not always dress in their own designs, and tend to gravitate to a suprisingly more 'normal' style and only stick to their innovations when they require to do so. Therefore, by dressing up in h.NAOTO doesn't always make you cool, and throwing in bits of the Japanese language into your conversation isn't always the best thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples of trendsetters: ガゼット, that guy who created h.NAOTO, Miyavi, Mana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They certainly do not dress up in their creations all the time, which needless to say is what half-assed VK fanatics do whenever they NEED TO BE SEEN AS A 'VK-ER', EG. KINOKUNIYA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the urge to post another set of lyrics here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LYRICS SPAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less pretty, but I still like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;泥だらけの青春 by ガゼット&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Ruki&lt;br /&gt;Music:ガゼット&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;汚い権力や道徳を振りかざしてる人。&lt;br /&gt;エリートのお前等が造り上げたレールを&lt;br /&gt;踏み外し、唾を吐き我道を歩くのさ！&lt;br /&gt;見下すな！そう僕らはならずの狂犬さぁ！&lt;br /&gt;右向け右なんて出来ません。頭弱いもんで&lt;br /&gt;指を差し、腹を抱え、影でにやつく人。&lt;br /&gt;毒を吐き、潰されて、自由けずられて&lt;br /&gt;「へれず口や反抗は許しませんよ！」と…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嫌みたらしく　あしらって「ありがとう」って蹴り上げてやるさ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;負けず嫌いで口悪くて馬鹿ばかりした青春は&lt;br /&gt;これからも変わる事なく&lt;br /&gt;ずっと僕等は僕等のままで正しくなくてもいいんです&lt;br /&gt;思春期ですから…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「ダメな大人にはなりません」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;時に恋して　悪い事もした　ただ少し心が　病んでいたんだ&lt;br /&gt;ただ人一倍　楽しみたいから　ただ人一倍　楽しみたいだけ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;なれなれしく　あしらってくれて「ありがとう」ってお礼を言うよ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忠実主義で一人が怖くて何も出来ないでしょう&lt;br /&gt;そんな大人になりたくない&lt;br /&gt;ならず者とけむたがれてた　僕等は生まれたこの街で&lt;br /&gt;ずっと唄い続けるから&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;負けず嫌いで口悪くて馬鹿ばかりした青春は&lt;br /&gt;これからも変わる事なく&lt;br /&gt;ずっと僕等は僕等のままで正しくなくてもいいんです&lt;br /&gt;思春期ですから…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「ダメな大人には成りません」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TRANSLATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filthy authorities, swinging morals on people&lt;br /&gt;You elitists fall down on your imaginary rai&lt;br /&gt;I spit at you and walk my own path!&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with us, we're the mad hooligan dogs!&lt;br /&gt;I won't face right or anything, that's stupid&lt;br /&gt;We're the ones raising fingers, brewing in shadows&lt;br /&gt;We'll vomit back your poison, you can't erase our freedom&lt;br /&gt;With "We won't accept your ways!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kick off arrangements you don't like with a "thank you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Just bad-mouthed youths', they say, but we won't lose&lt;br /&gt;'They'll never change'&lt;br /&gt;We'll be like we are from now on, it's okay not to be right&lt;br /&gt;'It's because of puberty...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I won't become a bad adult"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, dear, I've done some bad things, my heart fell ill&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna have more fun than other, more fun than others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thank over-familiar arrangements with a "thank you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to do anything, scared, alone and faithful to rule&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna become an adult like that&lt;br /&gt;Hooligans and anti-smokers, we were all born in this town&lt;br /&gt;So I'll keep singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Just bad-mouthed youths', they say, but we won't lose&lt;br /&gt;'They'll never change'&lt;br /&gt;We'll be like we are from now on, it's okay not to be right&lt;br /&gt;'It's because of puberty...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I won't become a bad adult"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very rebeliious lyrics indeed, but it's from a teenager's point of view. We usually think adults are mediocre, idiotic and that's why we try to be 'different', so we won't become a 'bad adult', which only more proves our insecurity and childishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RUKI IS TEH ROXZOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not even smelled my dinner yet, and I'm really too hungry, considering I ate about 6 hours ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching LOTR now, even though I cannot make head or tail of the story.... I only watched the first one and I've never touched to books. I'm planning to do so, when I'm not up to my eyebrows in either 1) homework, which I don't do anyway, 2) CCA practice which I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a mess currently, with camp coming up, the long miserable CCA practices, HW which I don't think I'm be completing except for the English one, and the deadline of Fool's Mate January. AARGH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll be going now to eat something. Hopefully dinner's on the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116514917192961822?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116514917192961822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116514917192961822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116514917192961822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116514917192961822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/12/best-friends.html' title='☆BEST FRIENDS☆'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116490007170500353</id><published>2006-11-30T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T16:39:07.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a week, 7 days, 168 hours blah blah blah minutes...</title><content type='html'>Oh goodness, I'm finally back here after an entire week! Was busy and I'm gonna die. Let me put it in the simplest term:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9 hours of CCA at one go = One way to completely lose your sanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's absolutely stupid and POINTLESS to subject us to such long hours of practice because by the time we hit the 5 hour mark, we won't remember an effing thing. Whyyyyy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, NEWS FLASH. Tomorrow's THE FIRST OF DECEMBER, which meanss we have 1 month left of holiday, if we had any holiday to begin with. And it is also the day when we get the key to the new house so LET THE RENOVATING BEGIN! Plus, my cousins are coming over tomorrow and I have once again been dubbed 'baby sitter'. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look on the bright side, Christmas is coming. I've ordered my Chirstmas AND BIRTHDAY pressie already. Vidoll's &lt;em&gt;V.I.D&lt;/em&gt; for Chirstmas, since NIL is REALLY UNFORTUNATELY OUT OF PRINT *goes into a fit*, and the GazettE's &lt;em&gt;Hyena&lt;/em&gt; for my birthday. You do know when I refer to my birthday, I mean next year's birthday, in FEBRUARY. I love pre-ordering, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm been watching too much YouTube, and I think my mind is littered with images of frenching Japanese men. Oh shut up. It's not PORN. It's JROCK. Anyway, there was only a single frenching scene, shared by 2 Fatima members, though I'm not sure who. Unles of course, you want to count the OTHER frenching part, which was a short part of Pierrot's &lt;em&gt;Yuuyami Suicide&lt;/em&gt; PV, but the guys who were at it WERE NOT JROCKERS, so HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitsugi is a really sweet guy. Which is kinda 'cute' because he has a tonnage of holes in his face alone. That really goes to say that never judge a book by its cover. Something like Miyavi as well. Even with all his tattoos, he's still a good-natured dude. Accodring to him, his tattoos are all black because 'the colours got washed away by the rain'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of skipping CCA tomorrow, but I can't think how to pull it off cos my mum KNOWS that there is CCA tomorrow. I was just wondering whether I should just go to the MRT station, sit over there on the platform for 5 hours and finish off the last few pages of &lt;em&gt;Life of Pi. &lt;/em&gt;Sounds okay to me, except that I'll look weird sitting there with a guitar and a bag and doing nothing but reading a book on an MRT platform. o_O Dunno lah. I'll see what to do tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMRRRR. Was watching Yang Sisters just now. I love watching Yang Sisters, but I JUST DETEST IT when they make that irritating Shanice Nathan seem so much better than she really is. I still have that image of her saying 'Hi kids!' in an advert when she was only 6. WHAT 'HI KIDS'? She's S-I-X. And Kidz rock has to be the worst children's series Mediaorp has ever come up with. IT'S ALL WRONG! GAH! Rock appreaciation? What Rock appreaciation? More like chasing away potential followers of Rock with out of tune singing and horrid fake playing, and don't even get me started on the DISASTER they call MAKE-UP! Anyway, it's just sickening to see her being treated like a princess in all the shows she's starred in. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my obsession with Aoi has gotten worse over the past couple of days. What am I talking about, it's ALWAYS getting worse because although I know that I will never end up with him and he's better off being single, I STILL LOVE THAT DORK OF A JROCKER. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sometimes&lt;/s&gt; Usually I daydream about me bringing Aoi over to meet my parents and they give that 'OMGWTFBBQ' look when they first see him because&lt;br /&gt;1) He can only really speak Japanese well and his English sucks,&lt;br /&gt;2) He's pierced all over,&lt;br /&gt;3) He's an odd fish from Mie, Kansai,&lt;br /&gt;4) He's a typical rock star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is point 3 weird? Mainly because my dad is always making fun of Kansai, calling it pangsai instead. It's funny, but it's quite coincidental when the supposed future son-in-law is from the district that you make fun of the most in the whole of Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JRockers are such dorks, and I don't know how anybody could HATE them. It's not like Hollywood, where the stars are such pains in the arse and the call a 4 month affair a 'marraige'. I forgot to tell you, BRITNEY AND K.FED'S DIVORCING AND SO ARE KID AND PAM. HAH. Some 'marraige'. You tell them HYDE. WHOOOO~ This is my policy: If you can't stay married, then don't marry at all. If you can't stay a virgin and single at the same time, go to a counsellor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PREMARITAL SEX SUXZORZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know Britney spent about US$2500 on her blond hair extensions? *gasp* Asagi has hair extensions too, but his don't even come up to one fifth of the price THAT...THAT...WOMAN PAID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think Paris Hilton is ugly, no matter what anyone says. Her nose is way too sharp, she has that same bitch look on her face the entire day and she's like a stick, thus no figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOO! JROCK GUYS LOOK WAAAAAY BETTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe I'm saying this, but Lindsay Lohan looked so much better than Paris before she had her little bulimia problem. I mean, that's the way right? A few pounds DON'T KILL, YOU IDIOT. In fact, the few pounds cantibute a lot to the shape of your body, giving you that signature hourglass shape that NORMAL WOMEN are supposed to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also just discovered that Victoria Beckham aka Posh Spice is one of the easiest celebs to ridicule, besides Gackt anyway. she's stick thin, snobby, and I bet 10 grand that her boobs are fake. BLEARGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST LOVE BADMOUTHING WESTERN CELEBS, DON'T I? Hehehe. They deserve to be. MUAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be researching on Paris, Britney and Lindsay to make some more excuses why I hate them, or at least the first 2 cos Lohan is still okay. Tata for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116490007170500353?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116490007170500353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116490007170500353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116490007170500353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116490007170500353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/11/after-week-7-days-168-hours-blah-blah.html' title='After a week, 7 days, 168 hours blah blah blah minutes...'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116438416142865400</id><published>2006-11-24T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T00:03:27.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishmaster: The Misheard Lyrics</title><content type='html'>This post if out of PURE BOREDOM and therefore, IS ABSOLUTE CRAP. If you don't know what I'm muttering about please click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gg5_mlQOsUQ" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and watch the tres amusing video about Wishmaster: The Misheard Lyrics. Completely comedic and guaranteed to bring at least the tiniest of smiles to your face on a gloomy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NIGHTWISH: WISHMASTER&lt;br /&gt;THE ACTUAL LYRICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master!&lt;br /&gt;Apprentice!&lt;br /&gt;Heartborne, 7th Seeker&lt;br /&gt;Warrior!&lt;br /&gt;Disciple!&lt;br /&gt;In me the Wishmaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elbereth&lt;br /&gt;Lorien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dreamy-eyed child staring into night&lt;br /&gt;On a journey to storyteller`s mind&lt;br /&gt;Whispers a wish speaks with the stars the words are silent in him&lt;br /&gt;Distant sigh from a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;"I`ll be with you soon, my Shalafi"&lt;br /&gt;Grey Havens my destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master!&lt;br /&gt;Apprentice!&lt;br /&gt;Heartborne, 7th Seeker&lt;br /&gt;Warrior!&lt;br /&gt;Disciple!&lt;br /&gt;In me the Wishmaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silvara&lt;br /&gt;Starbreeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sla-Mori the one known only by Him&lt;br /&gt;To august realms, the sorcery within&lt;br /&gt;If you hear the call of arcane lore,&lt;br /&gt;Your world shall rest on Earth no more&lt;br /&gt;A maiden elf calling with her cunning song&lt;br /&gt;"Meet me at the Inn of Last Home"&lt;br /&gt;Heartborne will find the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master!&lt;br /&gt;Apprentice!&lt;br /&gt;Heartborne, 7th Seeker&lt;br /&gt;Warrior!&lt;br /&gt;Disciple!&lt;br /&gt;In me the Wishmaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishmaster&lt;br /&gt;Crusade for Your will&lt;br /&gt;A child, dreamfinder&lt;br /&gt;The Apprentice becoming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master!&lt;br /&gt;Apprentice!&lt;br /&gt;Heartborne, 7th Seeker&lt;br /&gt;Warrior!&lt;br /&gt;Disciple!&lt;br /&gt;In me the Wishmaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WISHMASTER: THE MISHEARD LYRICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamster&lt;br /&gt;A dentist&lt;br /&gt;Hard Porn, Steven Seagull&lt;br /&gt;Warrior!&lt;br /&gt;This Rifle!&lt;br /&gt;In me the Fishmaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El beret&lt;br /&gt;L'Oreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming eye just staring in the nile&lt;br /&gt;Journey of a story to a smile&lt;br /&gt;Whispers the witch, speaks with the 'Stones, the words too silent to be heard&lt;br /&gt;It's a sign from a lonely harp&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you soon my shalabyyy&lt;br /&gt;Great haystacks my destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamster&lt;br /&gt;A dentist&lt;br /&gt;Hard Porn, Steven Seagull&lt;br /&gt;Warrior!&lt;br /&gt;This Rifle!&lt;br /&gt;In me the Fishmaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeebera&lt;br /&gt;Super price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cemetery, the one and only binds HIM&lt;br /&gt;To otter's sweet arms so silky clean&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the call of hurricane, ROFL&lt;br /&gt;Your words shall reast on Earth no more&lt;br /&gt;Maiden elf callign with her cunning soap&lt;br /&gt;Lead me away from the sun&lt;br /&gt;Hard porn will find a whip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamster&lt;br /&gt;A dentist&lt;br /&gt;Hard Porn, Steven Seagull&lt;br /&gt;Warrior!&lt;br /&gt;This Rifle!&lt;br /&gt;In me the Fishmaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiiiiiishmaster&lt;br /&gt;Grows a pile of pills&lt;br /&gt;The child will fire&lt;br /&gt;The Apprentice for farming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamster&lt;br /&gt;A dentist&lt;br /&gt;Hard Porn, Steven Seagull&lt;br /&gt;Warrior!&lt;br /&gt;This Rifle!&lt;br /&gt;In me the Fish-master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so stupid how something as some-what beautiful as the original lyrics becomes a huge joke because the vocalist had difficulty prouncing. The one that really got me laughing was the 'Hard porn will find a whip'. Funny crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AH, YOU THE UKE FOR TODAY. NOW WAIT AS I HANDCUFF YOU!!! *brings all sorts of S&amp;M/B&amp;amp;D epuipment*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched YouTube almost the entire day AGAIN, except in the morning where I woke up at 7.35am to go to the Changi Boardwalk with my faily and my brother's friend. Quite amazing how I even managed myself out of bed without collapsing as I had a mere 5 hours of sleep. Had McDonald's for breakfast. Not really my kind of food lah, fried stuff so early in the morning. Ah, after I came home, my stomach felt weird and i ended up spending 600 seconds in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Read quite a lot of 'Life of Pi' in the afternoon actually. It's 'Pi' as in the formula for circles, the Greek alphabet, 22/7, pronounced as 'PIE'. It's a really good read, very interesting. If you haven't done your holiday reading assignment yet, I recomend this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I watched YouTube. Loads of humourous shit there. There was this clip where Aoi was dancing in a gold kimono like a...I can't even find a bloody word to describe the stupidity of it all! He kept shaking his ass and hips during his so-called dance. Don't get me wrong, I don't give a damn about how he moves his body when he dances, it's just that he reminded me of some of the contestants of So you Think you can Dance?. Uru-chan was wearing glasses in that clip. WEIRD. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found another one where he was playing with clingwrap and went screaming along the corridor while waving his arms about.... Yeah. He's a moron. I did manage to sneak a peek at his undies in that same clip though, cos the cameraman and Kai caught him off guard and he didn't zip his pants up. Yup. Definitely a moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HE WEARS WHITE BRIEFS. LAWLLLLZZZZzzzzZZZZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I also think he's on drugs because he was walking about during one of GazettE's free days on tours. Walking around = nothing wrong. But try walking on the main road, strumming on a guitar and singing at the same time. WOW. As you would've expected, a white car came along, the idiot didn't even know and the cameraman had to tell him that unless he wants to kena langar, he'd better moved out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he has half of a brain to think with...? Actually, if you have half of a brain, but know how to use it, you will still be more well off than someone who has a whole brain but hasn't a clue know how to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Prime Specimen: AOI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still like him though. Kinda ironic. Ah, if you wanna watch the clingwrap clip, click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oV6ZbQPmRw" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. Just keep in mind that he's 27 and he's not acting his age AT ALL. He's quite mean, considering he threw his pack of cigarettes at Kai. Aoi has issues that he really should iron out. Smoking's bad anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STOP SMOKING, DAMMIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CLEEEEEEEEENGGGGG-WRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPP-PUH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a hold of yourself girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me, or does it seem that atelier99 who commented on that clingwrap vid sounds so familiar? *hack*it'sme*wheeze*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that Fiona Xie is very fake-sounding? The phoniness in her voice? I don't know lah, but the way she acts on Coffee Talk and Hawker Woks is kinda annoying. It's in a way, act cute. Am I wrong??? I'm just blabbering, so don't take this personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ericia Lee SUXORZ. She's even more of a phony. Not pretty and no acting skill. Hell, even alice nin. can act better than her, considering that they act quite amateur-ishly. At least Fiona Xie is pretty and better at acting. And you MAY take this to heart cos I've never liked her and never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I SAID SHE'S PRETTY. MANA ON THE OTHER HAND, IS ELEGANT. HE DOESN'T HAVE STYLE, HE &lt;u&gt;IS&lt;/u&gt; STYLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seem to be a lot of random outburst in this single post ne...? Scary. I'm not usually this unstable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mweh. He's retarded. I've been waiting to use that word on Aoi, but it's mean to use the word 'retard' because it is offensive to people who have disabilities. Of course, it's not at all mean to Aoi there COS HE DESERVES IT. Guy who acts as if he has sub-normal intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that as the black, acrid, carcinogenic smoke fills his already damaged lungs, he falls to the ground choking, gasping for air, and as the golwing embers of the tip of that white and brown coloured DEATH STICK blacks out, he will too. Maybe he'll learn it's bad to smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ABOMINOUS, BAD, DISGUSTING, HORRENDOUS, HORRIBLE, HORRID, NAUSEATING, REVOLTING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I go again.... I have to control myself. Breathe in...Breathe out.... Ahhh. That feels much better. Is it late? I have been watching the clingwrap clip over and over again while blogging. I get distracted way too easily. I'll take that as a sign that I need sleep before I turn into something as dim-witted as Aoi. So goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" *goes running down the corridor with a piece of flimsy platic clingwrap over his mouth*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116438416142865400?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116438416142865400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116438416142865400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116438416142865400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116438416142865400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/11/wishmaster-misheard-lyrics.html' title='Wishmaster: The Misheard Lyrics'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116421119248700972</id><published>2006-11-22T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T23:59:55.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Magazin'es POV</title><content type='html'>Well, today I decided to do something different for a change instead of blogging about my life and blo about my magazine's life instead. I don't know if you can imagine all my numerous issues being one humongous omnibous, but just try yeah? Oh nevermind. I'll use my November issue. Here goes nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I've still not gotten used to the fact that I actually have a diary to write in because we are both books, and it's pretty weird, doncha think? Anyway, I think I must be the weirdest magazine alive. Well, maybe not alive considering I'm an inanimate object, but I guess you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cost a lot more than normal magazines my owner sees in the bookstore where she first saw me. Many were awfully cheap, and plus, they were in a language my owner could read. She chose me anyhow, for some reason ot another. Of course, if I were still back in my homeland, I'd be cheap too, costing around the same price as the other magazines here, but NOOOOO. Thanks to that guy...What's his name again? Uhhh. Oh, Shipe Eeng Caust. He added another S$11++ to my actual price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember that look my owner gave me, and the thing she said when she first laid eyes upon me: AHAH! AT LEAST THE RAVING RETARDED FANGIRLS WON'T GET THIS ONE! BWAHAHAHA!, with this huge grin upon her face. I was wondering what in the world she was ranting on about fangirls and whatnot. I forgot to mention, she did put me under reserve, so the sales person kinda gave her that "are-you-completely-insane" look. It wasn't very crowded, as she went there at 11.15am on a schoolday for God's sake! And her school was dismissed early, so she practically ahd the entire bookstore to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Sorry for digressing. After I was handed over to my new owner, I had a whole lotta stuff in store for me. The moment she paid up and left, she walked 1 floor down, sat down on a bench and began removing the plastic packaging holding me in like a straight jacket for THREE WHOLE WEEKS! The she flipped to the thrid page and she gave a huge beaming smile. She probably saw something she liked a lot. After about, say, 5 minutes, she put me in her PLASTIC FOLDER. I must be really precious to her, for her to place me in that boxy thing that reminded me of a kevlar vest a general knowldge book once told me about, because she thought I was dumb just because I'm a music mag. Proposterous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she went down all the way to the basement, walked a bit, then up a couple of escalators again, out into the open, then down again to the 'subway', or what they call it here, MRT. After she tapped that weirdo card thing that was chatting with me in the pitch dark blackness of her bag on this other device, she walked down SOME MORE escalators and then while waiting for the train to come, she took me out yet again, fumbling with the stiff zipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the train came, she found a seat and starter 'reading' me, more like swooning at this black haired guy with a lip and navel piercing. Humans are strange. I'm telling you diary. She was so engrossed with that dude that she almost missed her stop! Thank goodness she put me down just in time to see that she was supposed to get off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That's how she got me. But there is still so much! She carried me everywhere, and read me every night before she went to sleep, occasionally sighing, with that faraway, dreamy look in her eyes. I think she's in love with that same guy I mentioned earlier on. Sometimes she'll only flip to the pages that he's on, and ignore the rest! Ah, humans are peculiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to get this reaction the most - THAT'S A GUY?! I get it so much that I'm SICK OF IT! Reminds of that `7os song 'Dude Looks Like a Lady'. Upon my pages, pictures of countless androgynous Asian males were printed on! I can't really help it if they choose to be like that. I'm only the 'middleman' of some sort. The only good reaction I got other than my owner's own was from my owner's cousin who was inspired by the hairstyles he saw, and was the first person outside the world of Japanese Rock who appreciated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard my owner telling her friends and especially her brother that I'm her favourite issue. Why? Because of whatshisname on the cover. She's obsessed with him! Maybe that's why she bought me in the first place...What do you think? She brings me to school everyday too, shocking some of her friends with the somewhat 'traumatic' images of she-males printed upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Diary, it's obviously very late now and I really should be getting back to the box where I"m kept before my owner goes mad when she finds that I'm missing. I'll try write again as soon as possible. Bye for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was that good? I gave it kinda my best, considering I'm once again watching Project Runway. I just saw Ericia Lee on the telly. Urk. She's not remotely pretty. Heck, even Uruha's got more flare and style than her. and URUHA HAS THE XY GENE. Aka he's male. *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Aoi's really sexy, even without fancy make-up, because he hardly wears any, aside from the usual eyeliner, eyeshadow, foundation and lip gloss. He has this simple look to him I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HAVE TO STOP THIKING ABOUT HIM GAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I watched YouTube the entire day. Much fun. I noticed something...A lot of JRock fanvids were made with reasonably old music, mostly from the `7os era. Speaks to you? The songs THEN had more meaning than the songs NOW. Or they were just better for making fun of JRockers. LMAO. There's this really funny vid I saw. Go check it out &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hquCf-sS2sU" target="_blank"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt; Funny crap. LAWLLLLLzzzzZZZZ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to teh Lord of teh Ringz Triduum story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a hobbit named Frodough. Frodough has teh big feet and teh big feet = teh very big twanger, but I cannot draw that as it is a filthy image." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO. The narrator also has this hilarious British accent that is just so stupid and it makes me laugh every single time I watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You get that shit out of here now!" (He strings all the words together, so it sounds ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But we like this ring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMFG" (Then he pronounces this as 'OM-FER-JED')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very much amusing. Go watch it, like I am going to tomorrow after I wake up because I'm going to sleep now. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I PWNED him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. And I guess I am what you may call a ROXZOR of sorts."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116421119248700972?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116421119248700972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116421119248700972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116421119248700972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116421119248700972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-magazines-pov.html' title='My Magazin&apos;es POV'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116411227289453472</id><published>2006-11-21T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:31:12.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam and Andrew - The Emo Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ADAM AND ANDREW: THE EMO SONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Apathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is spiralling downward. I couldn't get enough money to go to the Blood Red Romance and Suffocate me dry concert. It sucks 'cause they play some of my favorite songs like 'Stab My Heart Because I Love You' and 'Rip Apart My Soul' and of course, 'Stabby Rip Stab Stab'. And it doesn't help that I couldn't get my hair to do that flippy thingy. Like that guy from that band can do. Some days, you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an emo kid, non-conforming as can be&lt;br /&gt;You'd be non-conforming too if you looked just like me&lt;br /&gt;I have paint on my nails and make-up on my face&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost emo enough to start shaving my legs&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I feel real deep when I'm dressing in drag&lt;br /&gt;I call it freedom of expression, most just call me a fag&lt;br /&gt;'Cause our dudes look like chicks, and our chicks look like dykes&lt;br /&gt;'Cause emo is one step below transvestite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop my breathing and slit my throat&lt;br /&gt;I must be emo&lt;br /&gt;I don't jump around when I go to shows&lt;br /&gt;I must be emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dark, and sensetive with low self-esteem&lt;br /&gt;The way I dress makes every day feel like Halloween&lt;br /&gt;I have no real problems but I like to make believe&lt;br /&gt;I stole my sister's mascara now I'm grounded for a week&lt;br /&gt;Sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies&lt;br /&gt;I can't get through a Hawthorne Heights album without sobbing&lt;br /&gt;Girls keep breaking up with me, it's never any fun&lt;br /&gt;They say they already have a pussy, they don't need another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop my breathing and slit my throat&lt;br /&gt;I must be emo&lt;br /&gt;I don't jump around when I go to shows&lt;br /&gt;I must be emo&lt;br /&gt;Dye in my hair and polish on my toes&lt;br /&gt;I must be emo&lt;br /&gt;I play guitar and write suicide notes&lt;br /&gt;I must be emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is just a black abyss, you know, it's so dark. And it's suffocating me. Grabbing ahold of me and tightening its grip, tighter than a pair of my little sister's jeans... which look great on my by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get depressed I cut my wrists in every direction&lt;br /&gt;Hearing songs about getting dumped give me an erection&lt;br /&gt;I write in a live journal and wear thick rimmed glasses&lt;br /&gt;I told my friends I bleed black and cry during classes&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a bad, cheap imitation of goth&lt;br /&gt;You can read me "Catcher in the Rye," and watch me jack off&lt;br /&gt;I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life&lt;br /&gt;If I said I like girls, I'd only be half right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like I'm dead and dress like a homo&lt;br /&gt;I must be emo&lt;br /&gt;Screw XBox, I play old school Nintendo&lt;br /&gt;I must be emo&lt;br /&gt;I like to whine and hate my parentals&lt;br /&gt;I must be emo&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friends all look like clones&lt;br /&gt;I must be E-Mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents just don't get me, you know. They think I'm gay just because they saw me kiss a guy. Well, a couple guys. But I mean, it's the 2000s. Can't 2... or 4 dudes make-out with each other without being gay? I mean, chicks dig that kind of thing anyways. I don't know diary, sometimes I think you're the only one that gets me, you're my best friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like tacos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116411227289453472?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116411227289453472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116411227289453472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116411227289453472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116411227289453472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/11/adam-and-andrew-emo-song.html' title='Adam and Andrew - The Emo Song'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116401840501368518</id><published>2006-11-20T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T23:52:36.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I SURVIVED.</title><content type='html'>Oh, hello there. I didn't really notice how long I've been away, and have deicided to blog purely out of boredom. The post is gonna be nothing but 100% random, so bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the early hours of the morning, I was awaken by, alas, a device used for telling what hour of the day it is! Bleah. I hate myself when I get all complicated and such. Anyway, I had to wake up at what, o7oo hours? And excuse me, I slept at o135 hours this morning? WOW. SUFFICIENT SLEEP MY FOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, what's up with waking at that time, gan ma? you may ask. Well, let's just say, I SURVIVED 5 HOURS OF CCA, WITHOUT ANY INJURIES! Except for the red fingertips, I'm perfectly fine. Don't even expect me turn up for the chalet. After what I heard about 2Ao6's chalet last week, I think I'll pass. (Still, I hate chalets, so does it make any difference?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa stuff happened over the weekend, most are mundane and the usual, but I feel like blogging about JRock Pretty now.... I wish I had a scanner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as most of you know, I am going to move house because that tyrant of a landlord kicked us out of &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; house. My parents are pretty stressed out over the furnishings of our new rooms because we lack several cupboards, 2 wardrobes, 2 bed headers, 2 study tables blah blah blah.... So n Saturday, we went on a little trip to some furniture shop, looking at all the pre made bed room sets. I finally settled for a black and white one, though I might change again when the new stock comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same day, I hopped over to Kinokuniya to gert my monthly dose of JRock Pretty. You can say I died when I got there, cos I saw the BIGGEST SPREAD OF MAGAZINES in my entire life. All at the same time, I saw Arena Special, Shoxx Bis, Shoxx, Cure, Fool's Mate ETC. Hell, i hardly ever manage to SMELL Shoxx Bis. *sniff* It was Gazette on the cover. *wails* They were giving...THREE FREE DOUBLE-SIDED POSTERS, all of Gazette. *bangs head on computer table* Then again, it would've burned a hole in my wallet, so what the heck. I only ever appreciate Fool's Mate anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bloody glad that this little blog is sort of password protected, because I'm getting more perverted as the days go by. I guess I'm not the one who's sick, but more like my dreams which are totally disgusting and horny and explicit and sexual-content related. Yet again, another nightmare has invaded my sleep. Why me...? This was far-by the most revolting one yet. On a scale of 1-10, with 1 being the least horrible and 10 being the most, I rate it 748205. I don't even know if it's safe to blabber it out here, but I'm such a frickin' open person and it's really uncomon for people to come and visit, so what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, nope. I'm not going to cos it's frightingly embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the JRock Pretty I bought on Saturday was really drool-worthy. Aoi's shirt was opened up so wide, I wanted to glomp him there and then. Yeah right. i still can't believe that Ryohei abadoned Ayabie! Ah, well. It's sad, cos he WAS the leader of Ayabie. Mmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hearing organ has undergone the detrimental colonization of a host organism by a foreign species! Translation: My ear has an infection. I don't know how in the world it happened, my cartildge piercing cos infected. &gt;_&gt; Doh. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out that to get your navel pierced, you can choose the $48 option or the $80 option. The $80 option uses better equipment and faster healing time with lower chance of infection. Hmmmm. I don't wanna sacrifice that much $$$. That's 4 whole months of JRock Prett i'm talking about. I'll have a long time to save up. I've decided to get it pierced only when I'm 16++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done for today, so goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116401840501368518?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116401840501368518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116401840501368518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116401840501368518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116401840501368518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-survived.html' title='I SURVIVED.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116374785164487429</id><published>2006-11-17T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T15:17:32.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so pissed off.</title><content type='html'>OMGWTFBBQ. How long haven't I blogged already? Mmmmmmrrrr. A long time. *hack*2days*cough* Two days isn't long. 100 hours are. 6000 minutes are. 36000 seconds are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell does 36000 seconds have to do with anything? Other than the fact that it is a hell of a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36000 seconds are an approximate estimation of the total of my CCA practices this holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH WOW. THANKS A LOT FOR RUINING MY HOLIDAYS! I HATE YOU SO MUCH! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I've said probably a fxxking million times, I detest CCA and the whole mentality of CCA. I've completely lost my sanity beyond all reason and am now on the verge of slaughtering stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wonderful. I'm lost my sanity AND all sense of intelligence as well. 'Slaughtering stuff' was such a smart statement. But really. I'm sick of all this sick about competing. Kills the meaning of 'play to play' not 'play to win'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it true? What playing for leisure? MY EFFING FOOT. Everything's like become stupid competition in Singapore. Hell, even getting a stead has become a competition. Ridiculous I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmrrr. I'm feeling emo now. It's just so pointless to go for something that you don't have the heart in. Just a waste of time. Waste of our HOLIDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO?! WHAT DO HOLIDAYS MEAN, YOU EFFING ARSEHOLES? DOES THE WORD 'HOLIDAY' SAY ANYTHING TO YOU CONTROL FREAKS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even get it why they always call our 'holidays' holidays when it seems that it is a fxxking self study period of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE HAVE A LIFE YOU KNOW, UNLIKE SOME OTHER PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Singapore schooling life can be summed up in these few words: School, CCA, mug, eat, sleep. End of the stories of our lives. Except for weird people like me, we're slightly different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'll stop about the CCA crap. I hate being emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out yesterday to Ngee Ann City to buy some stuff. Bought 1 tank top and 2 shirts, shampoo, conditioner and SHOXX December issue. Let's go through my shopping list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still gonna buy Fool's Mate, don't get me wrong. It's just that I got a tad distracted by the special Coupling Interview with, dear Lord, of all the couples, NAO SAN AND SAGA SAMA! Obviously I went into ultra-crazed VKer mode and bought it. I'm very glad I did, because on closer inspection, I noticed they were HANDCUFFED TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a whole lot of pretty in that issue, with SID on the cover and a super big SID poster and a cover pull-out. And SID means...AKI!!! Who's sexy, chock full of attitude ad not to mention, a bitch. I like male bitches. Doh...That didn't come out correctly, did it? Anwyay, the magazine was up to the brim with pretty men in somewhat revealing outfits so who could resist? Oh shut up. You're 'normal'. I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shampoo and conditioner = Necessities. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually buy tank tops cos I don't wear them. I was thinking of wearing that tank top inside the shirts as the shirts were quite open and such. One of them had this huge hole in the back and it be beyond gross wearing it in public by itself unless you want to display your bra and about 65% of your entire back for the world to see. But it had a nice design, so what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. And why is Riku from Phantasmagoria dressed up as a bride?! He is pretty in a way, it's just that it's wrong for a delicate bride to have 3 LABRETS. *dies* Kisaki's another male bitch, but I don't like him. He's annoying. If you've read the post on HIS HAREM then you would understand why. Did you know he's been in THIRTEEN BANDS BEFORE FINALLY JOINING MAGOMAGO? (Magomago means grandchildren, but can also be referring to Fantasumagoria, because of the 'mago' in it. The term magomago which was used as a pet name for Phantasmagoria was first used by Rame from Vidoll during a two-man tour.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Rame's really doll-like. He looks like a very pretty, very life-like doll sitting on a shelf. I'm not joking. He's...Special? I wouldn't call him sexy, cos he's really, really girly, but if you were to put him amongst a bunch of other lolitas, you wouldn't know he's a male to begin with. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that my mum cannot comprehend this statement: All humans beings are different, with different personalities and mentalities, of different cultures and beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Methinks she thinks I'm like all the other girls out there. And she doesn't seem to know the meaning of 'change my mind'. I don't know lah. I'm not saying this just because I want to brag,  I'm smart and I know it. I know what's going to happen when I open my mouth to say certain things. Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was very very very pissed off with going for CCA, which to me is punishment and would kill me. So then she started nagging and all that bull, when I told her I didn't like guitar. Honestly, I HATE GUITAR NOW. All thanks to the freaking kiasu attitude around me which developes into this dreaded nagging feeling in the back of your head which tells you that you must be better than everyone else or they'll start looking down on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I told her that I didn't like guitar, immediately she told me, "Why you never say earlier, then you skip so many practices?" Then she scolded me, telling me that I'm like 'a rolling stone which gathers no moss'. Well, if someone told you to do something you hate to the extent that it becomes like a practice, would you ever end up liking it? Prolly not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why didn't I tell her earlier? I know that she will say I'm become a 'jack of all trades but master of none.' Tell me, am I not better at piercing than so-called professional piercers you find at 77th Street? Am I not better at Science than some who went to IP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense, I tell you, completely potty. So, she says that my piano was half baked. That's because there was also the pressure that SOMEONE was exerting on me. She says that my drum lessons at church were learned in a slip-shod manner. Well, that SAME SOMEONE was there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can she read minds? NO! Exactly my point. She doesn't know what's going on in this complicated organ they call the brain. She doesn't know what I'm thinking. She just assumes I'm like her, which is stupid. It is absolutely incorrect to actually think that we are the same in terms of our mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm. Enough ranting, I suppose? I hope that I have something better the blog about tonight, other than about my personal problems. Tata then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116374785164487429?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116374785164487429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116374785164487429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116374785164487429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116374785164487429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-so-pissed-off.html' title='I am so pissed off.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116349780894308646</id><published>2006-11-14T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:56:04.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, hello there! I'm dropping by in the AFTERNOON for once because I didn't post my daily crap of at least 700 words the day before. I don't think I'll be posting tonight as there is CSI and Criminal Minds on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yesterday was, in one word, hectic. I swear, the next time my aunt comes back to Singapore, I'll run away until she leaves the country again, then I'll return. For one thing, she always makes my family take care of HER son, the miniature drunkard. I guess you can tell that I was on the verge of screaming my head off and ocking myself in my room with the loudest possible music on so that I don't hear any of the nonsense my mum was rattling on to me about looking after that bundle of trouble and so i also won't be able to hear any of &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; crying either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, because my cousin is afriad of my brother, that left mum and I to look out for him. Face it, I'm bothered about all this shit and whatnot. I don't eevn know why my aunt dumps her baby here all the time and makes him our responsibility. I am frustrated, yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with this that makes me so mad. 2 nights ago, I had yet another dream. Let me rephrase that, "I had a dream, not a nightmare." Yes, much better. It was incredibly stupid and I keep laughing about it until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with Aoi (Yes, him again.) and I sitting in his car watching a drive-in movie. I can't recall what movie we were viewing because Aoi was smoking and I hate smoking so I couldn't concentrate. Some time later, I was soooo very angry cos all i could see and smell were puffs of smoke. Uh, yeah. So I snatched his bloody cigarette out of his mouth and threw it out the car window. o_O Yes. He had this priceless look on his face, something liek his mouth hanging open so wide that it could become a breeding ground for flies and his eyes followed the direction of the cigarette and then he said, "I want my cigarette back!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious. Especially that moronic look on his face that unfortunately, has gotten me more obsessed with him than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking about 1 hour ago, what if my mum asks me when I'm older what kind of men I like. I don't think I'll ever grow out of Visual Rock, or even stop liking it altogether, so I came yup with this really complicated answer that's sure to puzzle her: I like visually appealing males of an Asian descent who have androgynous features and who focus on areas within the academic and are musically inclined with a curious sense of humour and an air of uniqueness about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISN'T IT COOL? In other words, I like pretty Asian men who look like women and are smart, talented when it comes to music, funny and unique. I just like to be chim, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been quite bored coming of late, so this morning I decided to make a couple of icons. Nothing fancy, just some stuff that captures the best of the image. Yup. Here wo go then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, crap. I have to go out. Lemme continue later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current time: 1700hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current time: 2115hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, good evening! I'm back after a GLORIOUS DINNER at Waraku! Yummy ebi tempura. Where were we before this? Oh, icons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's begin, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AOI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Aoi-Skin.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Aoi" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Aoi-Skin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HITSUGI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Histugi-DoubleTake.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Hitsugi" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Histugi-DoubleTake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IROKUI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Irokui-Close02.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Irokui." src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Irokui-Close02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KITA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Kita.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Kita" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Kita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NI~YA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Niya-Thought.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ni~ya" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Niya-Thought.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RUKA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruka-Thought02.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ruka" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruka-Thought02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RUKI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ruki" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Skin01.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ruki" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Skin01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Skin02.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ruki" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Skin02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WONKA - WHIPPLE SCRUMPTIOUS CARAMEL DELIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/WonkasChocolate.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Wonka's Whippple Scrumptious Caramel Delight" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/WonkasChocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Yomi-Shhhh.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Yomi" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Yomi-Shhhh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Yomi-Skin.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Yomi" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Yomi-Skin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOMI X SAKITO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/YomixSakito-DoubleTake.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Yomi x Sakito" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/YomixSakito-DoubleTake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been quite peeved lately. I have no idea why though. Am I going insane? Pah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention? Gazette's realeasing a new single in February! Maybe I'll order it for my birthday. My birthday's in February, ne? I'll probably order it anyway. *is crazy* But what if alice nine. releases a new single too? I'LL BE BANKRUPT! It's out on the 7th of Feb, so if I opt fot Air mail, I'LL GET IT SMACK ON MY BIRTHDAY! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know. I'm not really in the mood now. Like I said, I'm miffed, so tata for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116349780894308646?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116349780894308646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116349780894308646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116349780894308646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116349780894308646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/11/well-hello-there-im-dropping-by-in.html' title=''/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116334952722900321</id><published>2006-11-13T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:41:13.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAJOR PIC SPAM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HARLOWS!!!!!!!!!111eleventy-one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clamps hand over mouth* I didn't mean to say that. I was just feeling slightly off and decided to dedicate this post to probably the MAJOR-EST VK PIC SPAM you will ever see in your ENTIRE life in an ORDINARY POST which purpose is NOT FOR MAGAZINE SCANS, BUT JUST FOR THE SOLE REASON OF THE SPAMMING OF THE PICS. *spins off to upload pictures*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes. I KNOW they're all taken from the same website, go visit that webmistress if you're suddenly IN THE MOOD to LOOK at WEIRD stuff. Oh, I forgot to tell, that site was DEAD the last time I checked, so NYAAAAH. Humans sure are intruiging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my mind. At the sudden thought of uploading 149 pictures has killed my joy. PAH. Well, if that's the case, then I guess I'll choose my favourites, which will most probably be of Aoi, Aoi and Aoi and then you'll get bored and leave this blog. Ah, heck. I'll just do some of Ruki cos the pictures of him are the best so far. Maybe I should throw in a few more. So much for the 'major-est pic spam you will ever see in entire life blah blah blah'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the images for larger dimensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki15.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Ruki" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki17.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Ruki" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki18.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Ruki" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki19.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Ruki" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki20.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Ruki" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki21.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Ruki" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki22.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Ruki" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki23.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Ruki" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki24.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Ruki" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki26.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Ruki" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki25.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Ruki" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki27.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Ruki" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki28.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Ruki" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki29.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Ruki" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki30.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Ruki" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki31.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Ruki" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki32.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Ruki" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki32.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki33.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Ruki" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki33.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki34.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Ruki" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/ruki34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely think that Ruki can look very pretty when he wants to. Rather unfortunately, he likes scaring people half to death more than becoming eye-candy. These were one of the few nicer ones without the fake blood or the uber freaky contacts or the my-face-is-infected make-up, *cringes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my little piccy spam is over and I certainly hope your computer didn't lag or anything due to the well, pictures. No more to babble on about, so good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116334952722900321?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116334952722900321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116334952722900321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116334952722900321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116334952722900321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/11/major-pic-spam.html' title='MAJOR PIC SPAM.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/the%20Gazette/th_ruki15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116332136008386830</id><published>2006-11-12T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T21:56:45.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Rock Hallelujah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hard Rock Hallelujah By Lordi&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lyrics by Mr. Lordi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Music by Lordi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard Rock Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;Hard Rock Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saints are crippled&lt;br /&gt;On this sinners' night&lt;br /&gt;Lost are the lambs with no guiding light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls come down like thunder&lt;br /&gt;The rocks about to roll&lt;br /&gt;It's near Arockalypse&lt;br /&gt;Now bare your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we need is lightning&lt;br /&gt;With power and might&lt;br /&gt;Striking down the prophets of false&lt;br /&gt;As the moon is rising&lt;br /&gt;Give us the sign&lt;br /&gt;Now let us rise up in awe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock 'n roll angels bring thine Hard Rock Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Demons and angels all in one have arrived&lt;br /&gt;Rock 'n roll angels bring thine Hard Rock Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;In God's creation supernatural high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true believers&lt;br /&gt;Thou shall be saved&lt;br /&gt;Brothers and sisters, keep strong in the faith.&lt;br /&gt;On the day of Rockoning&lt;br /&gt;It's who dares, wins&lt;br /&gt;You will see the jokers soon'll be the new kings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we need is lightning&lt;br /&gt;With power and might&lt;br /&gt;Striking down the prophets of false&lt;br /&gt;As the moon is rising&lt;br /&gt;Give us the sign&lt;br /&gt;Now let us rise up in awe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock 'n roll angels bring thine Hard Rock Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Demons and angels all in one have arrived&lt;br /&gt;Rock 'n roll angels bring thine Hard Rock Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;In God's creation supernatural high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wings on my back&lt;br /&gt;I got horns on my head&lt;br /&gt;My fangs are sharp&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes are red&lt;br /&gt;Not quite an angel&lt;br /&gt;Or the one that fell&lt;br /&gt;Now choose to join us or go straight to Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard Rock Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;Hard Rock Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;Hard Rock Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;Hard Rock Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock 'n roll angels bring thine Hard Rock Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Demons and angels all in one have arrived&lt;br /&gt;Rock 'n roll angels bring thine Hard Rock Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;In God's creation supernatural high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard Rock Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View video &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=TdItwaLrv1U" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HERE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116332136008386830?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116332136008386830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116332136008386830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116332136008386830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116332136008386830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/11/hard-rock-hallelujah.html' title='Hard Rock Hallelujah'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116326114324928834</id><published>2006-11-11T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T00:05:44.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filth in the beauty.</title><content type='html'>Good evening people. I'm here to blog the shortest post in possibly ages, after my few killer entries throughout the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've nothing much this time. Really. I'm not going to go overboard about weird bands and she-males. Scouts' honour. Oh wait, I'm not a scout, but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, one of those UBER DISGUSTING dreams disrupted my once-peaceful slumber. I don't know about you, but I've read that thinking about your problems and whatnot no more than 40 minutes before going to sleep, chances are you'll get probably get a dream, or nightmare about what you were thinking before you drifted off to dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, I'm &lt;s&gt;slightly&lt;/s&gt; very obsessed with Aoi. Therefore, I think about him way too much. &amp; since I think about him to such an extent, isn't it pretty obvious I'd get a dream about him sooner or later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course yes. The dream started with Gazette kicking off their new tour, when they were much older, about in their 30s? What d'you mean 'Thirty isn't old.'? It's OLD by JRock standards. Okay, back to where we were. I was there as their very young and dare I say, very pretty and VERY VULNERABLE bass techie, otherwise known as their roadie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure most know that on tours, the band, roadies, manager, make-up artists all go to each stop by bus, then after reaching, they get ready for their performance and after that go to a hotel which they've booked earlier. Sometimes though, especially on those consecutive day tours, it's either you sleep in the bus, or become nocturnal for that night and become a zombie in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with Aoi being the oldest in Gazette, their manager insisted that I share hotel rooms with him, because the manager assumed that Aoi was a 'responsible young man' who would take care of their seemingly underaged roadie of 23 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about responsible young man, but sex maniac is a definite yes. Soon after everyone retired for the night, Aoi and I were in the room, getting ready for bed. More like I was getting ready for bed and Aoi was plotting something in that evil mind of hs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed into, dear Lord, only a t-shirt and underwear, and packed up the rest of the unnecessary stuff so that I wouldn't have to rush through the packing the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I could even finish putting the things away, Aoi grabbed me by my wrists and threw me onto the bed which was nearer. Pinning my wrists above my head, he asked, "Hajimete?" which means 'Is this your first time?'. I just stared back stupidly for I was in shock. With a smirk, he used one hand to pull my undies and his boxers down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you can guess what happened next. *shudders* I remembered that in the dream, I kept saying "Yamete!" or in English, 'Stop it!' and I was already in tears due to the somewhat *ahem* frenetic fxxking. Either he was blind, deaf or both, cos he just said, "Nakanai de." or "Don't cry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT KIND OF LAME STATMENT WAS THAT?! Well, I was struggling but let's face it, am I any match for a high grade kendo practitioner? NO, OBVIOUSLY! Some may say, "Kick his dick." How could I when it was erm, how do I put it in a less crude manner...Erm, Ah, his dick got where it wanted to go, so how was I supposed to kick it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I woke up, in real life, sometime after he had an orgasm in the dream. Asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. And this post doesn't seem to be short eh? Gah. I hate my long winded way of writing. But I've nothing to talk about ow, so goodnite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116326114324928834?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116326114324928834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116326114324928834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116326114324928834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116326114324928834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/11/filth-in-beauty.html' title='Filth in the beauty.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116322009152435483</id><published>2006-11-11T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:09:45.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Captions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUN WITH CAPTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px;" alt="Now I see what the view's like when you're tall!" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/both009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HYDE (to Gackt): Now I see what the view's like when you're tall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HYDE'S a mere 158cm in height, so YEAH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px;" alt="LOOK AT ME, I'M FLYING!!!~~" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/both008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HYDE: LOOK AT ME, I'M FLYING!!!~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gackt: Uh, sure HYDE, whatever you say....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px;" alt="It's so high I can see Megumi from here! *sigh* What a beauty my wife is..." src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/both007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HYDE: It's so high I can see Megumi from here! *sigh* What a beauty my wife is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for making fun of HYDE, but I couldn't help myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116322009152435483?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116322009152435483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116322009152435483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116322009152435483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116322009152435483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/11/fun-with-captions.html' title='Fun with Captions.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116317294788067879</id><published>2006-11-11T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:20:57.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Random, Random-er and Random-est.</title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm dead. Can't you tell. My lack of expression is too obvious not to be noticed. *devoid of any sliver of life*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pah. I'm dead beat, that's all I can say, but what to I choose to do? Sleep? Nope, been there, done that from 7pm-8.45pm today. I choose to sit in front of the computer and blog. WOW. Anything new here? Is the sky blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm...I don't have much to ramble on about today. My brain's deader than a dead thing that has been dead for some time. (In other words, it's dead.) *switched on WMP* *plays some random VK crap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5, 4, 3, 2, 1...HOUSTON,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE HAVE LIFT OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M AWAKE! USSSUUU!!! Why the hell am I talking in Yakuza language...? Anyway, Gossip is LOVE. Hahahaha. I'm listening to their song 'Planned Plan' now. LAWLZZZ. Planned plan. *snort* Something you can expect from them. Let's just say that I loved them the moment I listened their somewhat rude and boisterous album 'Obscene'. Heck, even the name itself gives away the entire synopsis of their songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's see, I remember that today I received a bunch of emails from AliceMail and GazeMail. I LOVE GETTING JUNK NEWLETTERS. What...? I also happen to love useless information that's VERY ESSENTIAL to know, such as the fact that you should add tea to milk, and not milk to tea, unless you are one of those weirdos who like tea with a very milky taste. Why? The proteins in the milk are broken down when you add them to the tea. To prevent fewer proteins from being broken down, you should add tea to milk, not milk to tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Seems like I got a bit carried away there. Did you know that a cornflake with more than 88% milk content is also too soggy to study and examine? *yaya-papaya* *ahem* Okay, where were we before I started my chemistry crap business? Ah, yes, email newsletters. Gazette is appearing on Fuji Television on Monday, on the HEY! HEY! HEY! MUSIC CHAMP talk show. I wanna watch.... I wanna watch it so darn badly. I wanna see the 5 morons in that band goof off on national TV, plus Ruki's FREAKY DREADLOCK STYLE HAIR. They look like millipedes coming outta his head, I swear. So what if they're fake? I don't care! They must've superglued to his head or used some similar powerful adhesive. *remembers the time when he was doing the Windmill* Yup. He probably used 3M's super-adhesive to stick the horror on his once nice blond hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Vokaru no Ruki san." src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/GazettesRuki16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DON'T YOU AGREE?&lt;/span&gt; It's all behind actually...Hmmm. You can't really see it huh? Watch &lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/?action=view&amp;current=filth_b.flv" target="_blank"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; then. Ah, see that insane guy singing right over there? No, not the creepy fat dude, but the shorty there? That's him. (At 162cm, he's short.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for old time's sake, I'll just stick the rest of the band here. 'Stick the rest of the band here' sounds so wrong. It's like I'm neglecting them. OH, DON'T BE MAD GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;URU-CHAN THE BEAUTIFUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Gita no Uruha san." src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/GazettesUruha17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AOI-CHAN THE SEXY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Gita no Aoi san." src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/GazettesAoi17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REI-CHAN THE VULGAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Besu no Reita san." src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/GazettesReita15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KAI-CHAN THE LEADER-SAMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Doramu no Kai san." src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/GazettesKai15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't bring myself to actually call Ruki 'Ruki-chan" when it looks as if he'll gnaw my hand off. But I still wanna watch that show.... *whines*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, AliceMail proved to be more heart-wrenching, as a matter of fact. alice nine. will be performing with Kra TOMORROW. Dear Lord. And the tickets are so cheap. $30. THIRTY DOLLARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TH-ER-TEE DAWL-LARS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, that IS relatively cheap, considering you get 2 for the price of one. Fine, it's just some radio station's Music Day, but a concert is a concert. Eh, I'm talking about VK here, not some &lt;s&gt;slutty&lt;/s&gt; skimpily clad females dancing on stage and only a single one is really doing the singing. No, I wasn't specifically referring to anything. Of course not, why would I? *ahem*pussycatdolls*KA-CHOO!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm. I can't seem to think of anything more to blog about. No wait, I DO! Something I find to be a tad amusing actually. Ever heard of this Finnish band called Lordi? The winners of Eurovision 2006? Nope? Perhaps you've seen them instead. and I'm telling you, when you've seen them, you'll probably never forget their image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Lordi_15098.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="HARD ROCK HALLELUJAH!" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Lordi_15098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THAT IS LORDI.&lt;/span&gt; (click for larger image, if you dare.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting clockwise from the top left, that's Mr. Lordi, followed by Kita, then Awa (who's a woman, GASP) , Amen and finally Ox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't EVER confuse them with GWAR or oh goodness me, no, Dir en grey who looks much better, if I must add. Click for larger images if you have the sudden urge to examine the guy with the weird parasite thing on his head, or for the lower image, to study their good looking mugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;See? With make-up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/DirEnGrey7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Dir en grey, WITH MAKE UP." src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/DirEnGrey7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;without make-up.&lt;/span&gt; (or with noticeably less gunk caked on their faces.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/DirEnGrey2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Dir en grey, WITHOUT MAKE UP. (or with noticeably less stuff caked on their good looking mugs.)" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/DirEnGrey2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, don't even try asking how Lordi looks without their erm, monster skins. They were seen lounging by the pool in their costumes. BY THE POOL, while the other Eurovision bands were there in proper swimming attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but but, even with their seemingly haunting lyrics and monstrous costumes, according to Mr. Lordi, they are not satanists, because he says "a satanic band would have never performed Hard Rock Hallelujah or Devil Is A Loser". I liked Hard Rock Hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubtful? Well, even if they are indeed worshippers of Satan, we know that one member isn't. Kita, the red skinned thing goes to the Church of Finland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sank in? Yes, I know. Your brain is telling you now that a so-called member of an ancient alien race and church do not go along together, AT ALL. Whether that is the truth or not, it's still funny to see how your brain reacts. My brain was telling me that all kinds of people are accepted in church excluding extra-terrestrials for they don't exist, and even if they do, are not classified as 'people'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOOD MORNING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday morning! Now jump about. Be happy. This is my time of the day. The Witching Hour. Oh yeah...You can't jump about, you're most likely asleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Oh, Lordi. Actually I'm mostly done there. What else...Oh YES. I was just posting about Dir en grey, and I left my WMP on shuffle, and so far, 4 Diru songs been played. Coincidence??? Seriously! "Kasumi", "Asuanki Koufuku, Koenaki Asu', "THE IIID EMPIRE" and "INCREASE BLUE' have been played. Is it me, or is there something suspicious? Did you know, no Arisu songs have been played, neither have D. And it's really weird that it keeps going back to Diru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed that this post is also filled with a scary amount of pictures? I meant 'scary ' as in the number of images, dimwit, not what are in the pictures. PIC SPAM! Hey, these aren't spam. They're educational, if you want to learn more about my world, that is. I seem high now. Must be the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think many are asleep now. When I look out of the window, many of the units seem to have switched off their lights. Either they're asleep, big on energy saving, doing something else other than sleeping *ahem*sex*hack* or they're vampires. O_O That sure was uncalled for. Vampires. Bah. There are no such things as vampires. Neither are there such things as a red skinned ancient alien being playing the guitar in a band. OOOKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is something telling you I'm temporarily insane? I need to rephrase that. "Is something telling you that I'm more insane than usual?" You and I seem to have gotten so used to my queer ways that I seem almost normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH! ANOTHER DIR EN GREY SONG REARS ITS UGLY HEAD! Hmmm. Mr Newsman is a nice song, but the lyrics in the chorus are utter nonsense. "In my head, a blue fish has just died." WHAAAAATT?!?!!!!111one But the rest of it has meaning. It's about the media and false information, such as when this German newspaper published a picture or 'Lordi' without their make-up on. It turned out to be another band altogether, the Children of Bodom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me how I know all these bad bad bad bands. I just do. I don't listen to them, but I know my way around the World of Metal more than any other 14-year-old. MUA-HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 12.32am late? I don't feel a tiny bit sleepy actually. The yawning hasn't even kicked in yet. Oh yeah, I don't even yawn when I'm sleepy, only when I'm bored. I feel like playing NFS, all of a sudden. The lostprophets PWNZ. They were photographed with Gazette in the November `06 issue of Fool's Mate. I have the Nismo, Petey Pablo, lostprophets, Rob Zombie and Mystikal cars in NFS, all stated in the order I got them. My favourite is most probably the Petey Pablo one, even though I like lostprophets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really stop blogging now. I can go on and on about completely irrelevant topics. Okay, good night and don't let the vampires bite. Oh yeah, they don't exist. Then don't let the mozzies bite. Saraba, minna san.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116317294788067879?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116317294788067879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116317294788067879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116317294788067879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116317294788067879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/11/random-random-er-and-random-est.html' title='The Random, Random-er and Random-est.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116308193184701532</id><published>2006-11-09T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T09:52:15.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys, Gays and CCAs.</title><content type='html'>A relatively early post! For once, I'm not blogging during the witching hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching to idiot box now. The Yang Sisters! Aunty Honey is TEH PRO. Hahaha. You know, today's episode reminds me of my conversation with Abigail today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's episode is about Aunty Rose and her guy problems. I think I'm just as picky as her. I don't like lovey-dovey guys. Naw, not my type at all. I like humourous, interesting and of course the weird factor, or put in a nicer way, unique. He must also be caring and responsible. Plus, I do not tolerate two-timers AT ALL. Oh, and.... *ahem* Okay, I'll shut up here cos it'll be R-rated if I do continue any more. BWAHAHA. What...? It's true. Take a trip into my mind and you'll be traumatised for life and possibly a bit more than that. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why d'you think I like Aoi so much? He's all of those things, not to mention that he's an O-KA-MA! Somehow, that didn't come out right. I like okama. They have guts to do stuff others cringe at when they hear about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I like okama cos they're not well, like most other straight men. Go &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/eclipseisrican/rant6.html" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to find out more, and prepare to die laughing. I don't die. I'm a zombie. Zombies don't die cos they're as a matter of fact, not alive in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINEEEE. I'm not a zombie, more on the living dead side than a zombie. (Technically, the living dead are still zombie, but you don't need to know that, do you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops, seem to have sidetracked. What I'm trying to say is, after all that crapload of JRock i've been listening to, HOW CAN I NOT LIKE GAY MEN (&amp; I mean PRETTY, JAPANESE/CHINESE GAY MEN)? Although yeah, sure, JRock fellas are not necessarily gay, and we know they aren't, they act AND look exactly like gay men, so HOW CAN WE VISUAL KEI PEOPLE NOT LOVE GAY MEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, straight white guys with Asian fetishes SCARE THE BLOODY SHIT OUT OF MY ZOMBIE BODY. *is still going on about being a zombie* I think gay men are better cos they wont even TRY to SHOW how manly they can be, and how masculine they are. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Methinks they assume that Asia is still in fact, an exotic place where the women still act like submissive concubines who live in harems! They expect Asia women to be FASCINATED by Western culture, and therefore are so very interested in them, the 'oh-so-great-gods-with-the golden-hair'! BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that really isn't sickening enough! The downright revolting, stomach churning thing is the that nowadays, many white women also have fetishes for ASIAN MEN! Now now, I'm not gonna mention names here*cough*sacredarrow*hack*, but there was one CERTAIN USER on LJ who listed under her interests 'asian men, asian boys, asian guys'. All I can say, OHEMGEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they really believe that Asian men are indeed the same as the mistresses long ago to Asian emperors? That Asian men love being dominated by a Western woman?! NAW, I TELL YOU, NAH-AH-NAH-AH, NAH! Noooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I did state earlier that I DO LIKE Japanese and Chinese men, BUT I AM ASIAN! I WAS &lt;u&gt;BORN&lt;/u&gt; ASIAN AND WILL ALWAYS BE MORE ASIAN THAN THOSE NON-ASIANS OUT THERE! *riots*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also not saying that I MIND being the dominant one in a relationship, although I'd rather be dominated, though I still think that a pretty man in a dress is sexy, no matter what you say. Of course, a man in an onsen geisha done up is much sexier, if I must say. How can you NOT RESIST this? (I am referring to my 'kind of people' here, so 'normal' people, please take no notice of this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/GazettesAoi11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The seductive and sultry look in his eyes." src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/GazettesAoi11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/GazettesAoi12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The air about him that makes you desire him, but secretly he wants to ravish you instead." src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/GazettesAoi12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/GazettesUruha10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The seductive and sultry look in his eyes." src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/GazettesUruha10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/GazettesUruha11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The air about him that makes you desire him, but secretly he wants to ravish you instead." src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/GazettesUruha11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That seductive and sultry look in his eyes. The air about him that makes you desire him, but secretly he wants to ravish you instead. *a-herm* Sorry. Somehow, that didn't come out right and it wasn't for your eyes anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am trying my very best to remedy this awkward moment, where you actually caught a glimpse of what the dark corners of my mind foretell! Oh, the tragedy of it all! For one to be haunted by her own psyche, one can only pray that the reader will have only mild nightmares, when they lay their head down to sleep! &amp;amp; not violent dreams about death and pestilence, disease and penance! *hopes that the sudden poetic writing style is enough is distract the reader's mind away from what happened earlier on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snaps out of fantasy world* Mmmmmrrrr. I have CCA practice tomorrow, which is also the day when my riotous aunt comes back from Japan with her 2 bundles of trouble. I am now stuck. Either I go for CCA at 8 in the morning to 1 in the afternoon or help my mum and aunt look after the rascals. *goes into the 'Thinker' pose* WELL, looking after the 2 miniature drunkards seem MUCH MORE INTERESTING than staring at scores the whole day and getting bored to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE, I hate going for CCA. I know looking after my baby cousins don't give me a reason for skipping CCA. I do know that Mrs Koh wants to get rid of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Can I be bothered? Can you be bothered?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: PROBABLY NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you could see the title - Guys, Gays and CCAs. Do you like it? I came up with it by myself! Somehow or another, I always end up finishing my post at about this time - past 11pm. Why is that so? I started pretty darn early today, and what happens? I finish at 11.30pm! WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll quit playing around. I'm bored of ranting on about nonsense, you're most likely sick of reading &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;nonsense, so goodnight. Saraba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I forgot to tell you, 'saraba' means GOOD-BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116308193184701532?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116308193184701532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116308193184701532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116308193184701532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116308193184701532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/11/guys-gays-and-ccas.html' title='Guys, Gays and CCAs.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116304005185294728</id><published>2006-11-08T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T23:48:09.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion, Fitness &amp; FXXK MEGAUPLOAD!</title><content type='html'>Well well well, I'm back again! Don't worry, I promise not to blabber too much today, since I'm watching Project Runway at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I AM watching Project Runway as I type this out. I just saw some advertisments that caught my attention, mostly for all the wrong reasons altogether...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that Flabelos crap thing whatever its called, IT'S A HOAX. If you know any relatives who are planning on getting that ABOMINATION, please tell them this whole crapload of stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, Mum/Aunty/Grandma/Sister, it doesn't work. Why? The human body can only burn fats if it uses its own energy to cause the muscles to move. If this does not occur, nothing is being used up. But, to actually get rid of fats, a minimum requirement of 20 minutes of excercise is recommended since the first 20 minutes of excercise uses up mainly carbohydrates which you have consumed earlier on. So, standing on this thing that shakes you up and down is not doing anything but wasting electricity which leads to more pollution due to the excessive burning of fossil fuels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai!~ That's all you have to tell them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, then in Project Runway, once of the judges mentioned Stevie Nicks. After some checking up on Stevie Nicks, I found out that she was born a Stephanie, but was nick named Stevie. LOL. Isn't my life so full of new things to discover everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like next week's Project Runway. Jeffrey will win and Angela will be out. I don't get why so many people don't like Jeffrey. Yes, he is a tad annoying at times, but isn't evryone like that sometimes? Especially when you're feeling extremely catty. Okay fine, then Jeffrey's catty every week. HAH. Personally, I think Michael's DA PRO. He PWNZ. Totally. At 28 years old, he's one of the youngest contestants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite sadly, Jeffrey won. At least his designs are nice. So RockStar-ish. Me like. And also I think it's very unfair cos Laura hates Jeffrey but he did apologise to Angela for past squabbles, though they were never aired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His designs can be seen &lt;a href="http://www.cosanostrainc.com" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. I think they're quite unique, so do check them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am now MegaUpload's PUBLIC ENEMY #1. THEY SUCK I TELL YOU. Now the're getting everyone to download their crap toolbar, but it doesn't do anything but make your browser look cluttered. It does not help you get download slots, NAH-AH! I am so THROUGH with them! I used to love MegaUpload because it was fast, but this is beyond ridiculous and just plain annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I spent 2hours trying to download the file! OMG. They're screwed! I HATE YOU, MEGAUPLOAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* It seems to be late now, so saraba minna san! And don't forget the nightmares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116304005185294728?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116304005185294728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116304005185294728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116304005185294728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116304005185294728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/11/well-well-well-im-back-again-dont_08.html' title='Fashion, Fitness &amp; FXXK MEGAUPLOAD!'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116291554935202793</id><published>2006-11-08T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T23:51:36.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surfing, Piercing &amp; MULTI-TASKING.</title><content type='html'>And, I'M BACK! Yes, you may scream. *takes out ear plugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've just gone surfing and discovered some very interesting. I meant INTERNET SURFING, you idiot. I can't surf, although Aoi can, very well from what I heard. I went JRock blog hopping and decided to read 176BIZ's blog. I didn't know Tara had 15 piercings in one ear. I like his tragus piercing. The little Jack trinket was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I meant Jack as in Jack from Nightmare Before Christmas. I also found out that Yuu and Tara are Disney freaks and Tara likes Stitch the best. I love Stitch too, that little montrous ball of blue coloured extra-terrestrial fluff. That's another way to write Stitch right? I hate myself when i get too complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of getting another 2 cartiledge piercings on my left ear, cos in the end, the 'hyperthrophic scar' wasn't a hypertrophic scar in the end, but just some slight swelling due to the rough handling in the bath yesterday. It's gone down, and it isn't red anymore! YAY! I knew I could never get a hypotrophic scar. Lol. I know too much about piercings to GET and infection. *yaya papaya at the moment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* Don't know if I should do this, but should I get 3 more lobe piercings on rightie? My one piercing there seems lonely.... And the cartiledge piercing is rather weird with the gauge 5 hole. I'm still thinking of the navel piercing, although the fact that when I sit and lean over, my stomach 'creases' near my tummy button. Mmmmrrr. why do things have to be so difficult? I think I'll get the lobe piercings. since they're not as difficult as cartiledge ones. Tragus seems interesting, but would be too troublesome (no earphones, cos they can cause INFECTION), not to mention unsafe without proper piercing tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still on the topic of piercing, I can't seem to find a proper eyelet cos I can't stand the stupid claw anymore. It always gets caught on my jacket collar and is beyond annoying. GAH! It was $3.50 anyway. Cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that all the piercings I want will come up to $25. That's a lot of dosh. And my monthly expenditure wil be at least $18.70, used for buying Fool's Mate. Hmmm...Maybe one a month? Seems like a better idea, cos healing time will be sufficient. RACHEL LIM, COME PIERCE WITH MEEEEEE!~ *is a bit off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of piercings already. it's making my mind go dizzy. Since mum wanted to do a bit of cheap, effecient grocery shopping, we went to MUSTAFA SHOPPING CENTRE! Quite a culture shock, I must say. Anyway, mum says if bro gets lost, finding him would be easy. Lol. Bought peanut butter M&amp;Ms, Fox's Crystal clear Fruits and...a fan. It cost $2.90, so i couldn't resist. It looked very unique so what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Criminal Minds right now, just after an episode of CSI. I prefer Criminal Minds to CSI cos it's more psychological and intriging, unlike CSI which is more evidence based. Yeah, i still like CSI, but given a choice, I'd rather watch Criminal Minds and Law &amp;amp; Order: SVU. Much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it seem like I'm blogging too much in a single post? Am I an excessive blogger? BUT BUT BUT, I'M NOT DONE YET~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I received my GAZETTE CDS! *pumps fist into air, still a bit off BTW* I haven't watched it yet. Alas, they did not contain first press items, so BOOHOO. I still like the cover art. It reminds me a lot of my messt art project, with the staiend paper and the grey paint sloshed untidily over the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...I've talked about most of the things I wanted to blab about already, so good nite, tata and may you have enough nightmares to last your for a long long time. Ha, haha and as an added bonus cos I'm feeling generous, HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;さらば, みんなさん〪&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116291554935202793?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116291554935202793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116291554935202793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116291554935202793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116291554935202793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/11/surfing-piercing-multi-tasking.html' title='Surfing, Piercing &amp; MULTI-TASKING.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116282342352567290</id><published>2006-11-06T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:00:53.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bathtub, the Hypotrophic Scar and the Online Radio.</title><content type='html'>Evening! My favourite time of the day, except for mum nagging. What? I was saying 'Evening!' as a noun, not a greeting. Humph. Who d'you think I am? *raises eyebrow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa stuff to ramble on about, but as always, I'll cut out the interestng bits that are strangely unexciting. Oh sure, my life's never boring. It's just...different. Well, let's get started, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm becoming more and more sick in the mind. Define 'sick'.... I suppose by now, it's worse than 'sick', but polluted beyond restoration. Then again, that was a bit exaggerated. Let's see...Maybe halfway between 'horny' and 'a level hornier than horny'.... Uh-huh. Sounds correct, at least I THINK it's correct. I shall not elaborate any more on this subject because SOME *ahem*eunice*wheeze* have already realised than I'm slightly (that's wrong...it isn't 'slightly' anymore) obssessed with Aoi san.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I took a BATH instead of a SHOWER. Yes, with a bathtub. My mum said that we should make the most out of the pool, the gym and the bathtub. Actually, I have NEVER used the bathtub in my entire 3 year stay here. So, what the heck, I used it. Strangely, i felt more stressed out after bathing cos I LOST MY EARSTICK. And when I came out of the bathroom to get a new one, the hole was partialy closed. So, I had to slowly slide it back into place. All I have to say about that is OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still talking about piercings, I think I've gotten a hypotrophic scar from the cartiledge piercing. It's not painful, but it looks exactly like a hypotrophic scar. Hmmmmm. I don't know lah. But I sort of freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got another nasty shock this morning. My mum needed to use the computer. First time she needed the computer since my uncle went to England. Unfortunately, I was SO VERY CARELESS and left my blog there, and I didn't even minimise it. Although the window my mum was reading was blocking my blog, after closing it, she was at my blog. I was like a mad hatter, and literally, jumped over, grabbed the mouse and closed the window. Mmmmrrr. I wonder how much she read. Can you imagine THE CHAOS if she were to read some ramblings on AOI? GASP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a sudden craving for strawberry ice-cream. Am I totally random or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just yesterday I was eating strawberries and chocolate again. Mmmm. Yummy. Hahaha. I'm quite sure that a few people can still remember the incident that happened 2 months ago. Lol. Strawberries, chocolate, Aoi in black boxers, french kissing. *big grin* Okay, girl, get a hold of yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIYAH, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened: 2 months ago, I was eating strawberries dipped in chocolate fondue, then this really perverted image popped inside my mind. It was of Aoi handfeeding me chocolate covered strawberries on a bed. He was leaning towards me, almost on top of me, clad only in black boxers, while I was lying next to him, with barely enough fabric to cover my body due to the skimpy white neglige. Halfway through, some of the runny chocolate got smeared on my mouth. Aoi moved in further, and licked the fondue off my bottom lip. During the process, his tongue found its way into my mouth, and then we started french kissing. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I'm officially crazed over Aoi. Can I help it? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a while ago, i was listening to a Japanese online radio, then TA-DAH! I heard DJ KAI! REGRET, Psychadelic Heroine, Zetsu and a couple of other songs were played. Even LM.C's Rock the LM.C was aired! Much fun. Kra's on tomorrow, R*A*P on Wednesday and SEEK on Friday! I can't wait to hear AN CAFE next week. They're so adorable, and I don't care what people say about Bou. HE'S A HUMAN JOLLYRANCHER! Colourful and pure sugary sweet goodness! The Smile Ichiban Ii Onna video was definitely the cutest thing I've ever watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I don't have any more crap to post, so goodnight, tata and may you have enough nightmares to last your for a long long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116282342352567290?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116282342352567290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116282342352567290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116282342352567290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116282342352567290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/11/bathtub-hypotrophic-scar-and-online.html' title='The Bathtub, the Hypotrophic Scar and the Online Radio.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116265861848781588</id><published>2006-11-05T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T10:50:51.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoo. I'm back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Good morning! It's Sunday morning, ain't it? Don't even ask me why I choose to post at this hour of the day. I just felt like it. *is nocturnal* Uh, I'm not exactly nocturnal, but close to that. I'm most awake at night. Queer, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week of the holidays have already passed, and strangely, I don't feel bored, unlike SOME people who were already complaining on the third day that there's nothing to do but eat, sleep, watch TV etc. COME ON PEOPLE, BE GRATEFUL THAT WE EVEN HAVE HOLIDAYS. It's peculiar cos when there is school, people look for all means to skip school, go home early etc, but when holiday comes, everyone says they're bored. Singaporeans are only good at making noise, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just realized what an arse I've been all this while when it comes to online shipping methods. *groans* Usually, I select the cheapest form of shipping, SAL, at 450 yen for the first 100 grams. BUT, it takes uh, 1-3 weeks to come. I've been on the verge of going mad waiting for all my CDs to come in the mail. Then today while chatting with Ebi/Abi (not the one from my class), I found out that indeed, air mail takes 4 days to arrive. And you pay a measly 250 yen more. I was like OMGWTFBBQ. I've been this close to insanity because of waiting. *pinches air with thumb and index finger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've waited another day before sending my IPMO. I just sent it in the morning, and guess what, it was only this evening when i found out about the air mail crap. I could have changed my order to air mail instead of SAL if I had sent my bloody payment on MONDAY. Imagine the TIME I would be saving. RAWR. It makes me mad. I wish I wasn't such a cheapo. I knew air mail took a much shorter time than SAL, but this is just ridiculous! I opted for SAL for that stoopid $3. *holds up 3 fingers* I'm such a skeptic as well. Because I heard air mail takes 4-10 days, but I've always been thinking it'll come sometime later than 4 days. So I've been choosing SAL because it takes 1-3 weeks. I AM THE LAMEST. Until today I asked Ebi, then she told me that it usually takes 4-5 days for hers to arrive. *bands head on table* Why...??? Anyway, I've saved $15 because I chose SAL for my previous orders. Go me. $65 more to a navel piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about navel piercings, I think I'm getting fat, although when I checked my weight, it's still the same 47kg. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?! I know my stomach has become unarguably 'podgier' (if you can call my stomach podgy in the first place). It's got MORE FAT than usual. *pokes abdomen* It feels 'podgier' to me. Mmmmmrrrr. I'm too lazy to even START doing sit-ups, so I shall just erm, sit around and vegetate and get fatter? NOOOOOO. Cos my mum wouldn't let me. (Even I could never wallow in self pity, so chin up girl! You've got sit-ups waiting to be done. But not now of course. It's late and it's THAT time of the month.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum has been dragging my brother and I in and out of the house the past few days. Oh wait...I forgot. I'm moving house YET AGAIN. WOW. Is anything different around here? NAH-AH. We've never had our own house for about 8 years now, since dad lost his job. We've been renting different houses the past 8 years, and this time THE FUCKING LANDLORD has decided to kick us out. Well, dad pays the rent mostly on time, if not a few days late here and there. But what does that GOONDU decide to do? He gave us 5 weeks to look for a new house, pack-up, move our things there and if neccessary, renovate the new house, in 35 days. I don't care if the landlords long ago used to do that all the time. This is the 21st century and we are civilised people who SHOULD tell their tenants at least 3 months before hand that they want them out of the bloody house. But Mr Barbarian here doesn't even have 2 braincells to rub together, so he told us he wants us to move out by 15th December. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Man U has just scored another goal. Gah. I always watch football and blog simultaneously. Bad bad habit. Not even blogging/watching football, I can't concentrate on one thing at one time. That's why I suck so much at history in school. Of course, if it were English/Roman/Greek history, I'm much better than the average person, otherwise Singapore history, PAH! I can only memorise the I Live in Singapura song by Hossan Leong on the Mr Brown Show Talking Cock in Parliament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I tell you LJ'S DOWN?! I'm sad now. Yes I am. I haven't gotten any interesting email today too. But I'm so happy I signed up for GazeMail and AliceMail, or GazettE and alice nine.'s official mail newsletter. Just after signing up, a day later I received a notice telling me that GazettE is endorsing &lt;a href="http://www.espguitars.co.jp/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;ESP Guitars&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. And it's really cool cos only the 'rock legends' have their guitars in the &lt;a href="http://www.espguitars.co.jp/gallery/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;ESP gallery&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Well, the Japanese 'rock legends' anyway. Makes me happy to see Aoi there. They also have their own &lt;a href="http://www.espguitars.co.jp/gallery/gazette/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;gallery&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! Wonder when alice nine. will get their own gallery.... You might wanna check out their &lt;a href="http://www.espguitars.co.jp/artist/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;artist gallery&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* Now I wouldn't go into extreme Aoi crazed mode just about here...But then again, Aoi is just...just...just...UNDESCRIBABLE, in a good way of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, dad's now telling me to go to sleep after he's been sleeping on the couch while 'watching' football. Bah, I tell you, bah. I always sleep the latest in my family. I'm 'nocturnal', remember? I still think I should retire for the night...after reading a couple of &lt;s&gt;very &lt;em&gt;smutty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt; fanfictions. Tata for now then, and good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116265861848781588?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116265861848781588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116265861848781588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116265861848781588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116265861848781588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/11/whoo-im-back.html' title='Whoo. I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116186767954914883</id><published>2006-10-26T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:01:23.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looong time since I've last posted</title><content type='html'>Wow. I'm finally abck, after my usual disappearing act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. My comp crashed about 2 weeks ago, but when it got fixed, BAM. All videos gone. Every single one. A whole year's worth of hard work gone. And PVS ARE MY LIFEEEEEEE. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, i'm received my alice nine. DVD, [NUMBER SIX.]. It was so cute. alice nine. was actually acting! Much fun. Plus for the amking of the PV, alice nine. sang a birthday song for NAO san cos the DVD was filmed on his birthday. Well, their singing was really erm, horrid though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, it's the last day of school!~ Tough. Being split again is so not my thing. What if as usual, I don't meet anyone who's just as insane and just as much of a crackpot as I am? NO FRIENDS?! Hmmm. It's so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss being called Stephanio. I'll miss being called Aoi's Toy. I'll miss being called Jap-Freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss everyone. The bickering. and the laughter. The tears and the smiles. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll not get all emo around here. There's nothing much to chat about now, so I guess TTFN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116186767954914883?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116186767954914883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116186767954914883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116186767954914883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116186767954914883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/10/looong-time-since-ive-last-posted.html' title='Looong time since I&apos;ve last posted'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116047469842730146</id><published>2006-10-10T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:04:58.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angst and agnst and more angst yet.</title><content type='html'>Uh-huh. I'm back again. I'm always returning here, no matter what. Exams, fever and *ahem*cca* are just trifle things that don't really matter. I think I'm really angsty right now. So so so angsty. Why? All thanks to another of those sad drabbles that are just oozing with angst, that you'd think that IS angst. But anyway, I really love it cos it says so much in just 100 words. Just a hundred words can speak more than an entire stupid trashy movie. I have, unfortunately forgotten the author, but kudos to him/her whoever he/she is. I'm gonna stick it here, so all of you can cry your heart out with me. *snort* Yeah right. Emo emo emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Il Sole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew. Love was dinners out and lots of money spent on things I would never see again. Love was a woman who saw me, Akira, not just Reita. Love was something meant to last for other people, but not me. Love was a finite thing, divided between all the passions I had, never a large enough portion to hold a woman long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized love was the hand holding back that last drink too many. Love was the silent support that never wavered. Love was even that horrid cooking Yutaka called food. Love was the band, the fans, the other groups ... all the myriad people that stood beside us, helping us succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than any of that, though, love was the touch of his hand, the quiet murmur of his voice telling me I did well. Love was the shimmer of pride in his eyes. Love was the way I felt around him, the precious gift of that secret smile. Best of all, love was the patience that showed me love was infinite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes can lie to you, Akira. See with your heart, that's what really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is my precious sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't just that beautiful??? How can you deny that it isn't the least bit true??? I mean, even if your friend ccoks for you, but it's horrible, as long as it's from the heart, it's an act of love. *bursts out in tears* *sniff* I really was on the verge of crying when it came these lines: "Best of all, love was the patience that showed me love was infinite. Your eyes can lie to you, Akira. see with your heart, that's what really matters. " *claps* It's true. Your eyes lok for stuff that only looks nice, not the things that really have significance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aargh. I have to stop this angst before it kills me. *dabs eyes with a tissue* Worst of all, I"m listening to D'AIR's Carol, another love song. I'm just a sad little girl. Well, TTFN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH THAT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116047469842730146?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116047469842730146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116047469842730146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116047469842730146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116047469842730146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/10/angst-and-agnst-and-more-angst-yet.html' title='Angst and agnst and more angst yet.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116037863413861683</id><published>2006-10-09T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T15:23:54.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geog sucked. What's next?</title><content type='html'>Gah. First day of EOYs and I'm on the verge of tearing my hair out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summarised version of my day:&lt;br /&gt;Math was okay. Geog sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period. That's it. There's nothing more to see people, move along now and return to your lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, I feel like killing the N00b even more than I feel like killing her as always. I want her to die a gruesome and horrid death. Stupid. Implement this kinda freakass system during our streaming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to fail geog. The paper was totally screwed up and such, plus my hand was aching like hell. Aargh. Tomorrow's history and english, for God's sake. WHO PUTS THE TWO TOGETHER?!?! Oh right. The N00b. (I don't care if it wasn't her. I'm just pinning it on her so I have more reasons to murder her.) My hand is really gonna drop off tomorrow, how exciting. I am really not looking forward to the even more screwed History paper. As always, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HISTOREEEEE~ WHY WE HAVE TO LEARN IT IS A MYSTOREEEEEE~~~&lt;/span&gt; Bah, I tell you bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least the LM.C video cheered me up, along with some half-naked Dir en grey backstage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, LM.C is so cute. Maya is so spaz, but Aiji is totally stoic. Really odd couple, but they're sorta perfect together. Just one thing, I hate Maya's hair colour combination. Who has yellow hair with purple streaks anyway? It's yellow, not blond. *hack*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still more or less depressed about the geog paper. Let's just say my brain was half dead when I attempted it and ended up doing the question on water pollution (which I detest) instead of the one about conserving the environment (Which was so much easier for me). OMG OMG OMG. I'm practically MENTAL already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whines a whole lot* *ahem* You didn't hear me whine. You didn't. Nah-ah. Lol. Whatever. I'm pissed alright? Mmmrrr. *mumbles a whole lot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also fuming with the postal crap thingy. CDJapan has not received my SAL payment yet, and if it doesn't get them by this Sunday, I don't know what will happen to my $62.54. CDJapan may change it into frequent shopper points, and I can still get my CD, or I have to go get a refund. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've become quite horny these days. Maybe a bit more than quite.... Duuuude, I have a problem. When I was reading about handcuffs, I thought of...Hmmm. It's not safe to put it here. Some people might use it to blackmail me. AHAH! A sign of intelligence! I'm slowly regaining my brain power after THOSE TWO KILLER PAPERS. *curses Geog paper* $#%#!*@%!$*#&amp;$@$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmrmmhmmmm. I think that's really it for now. Time to tackle history, which is a mystery but to history we're the mystery.  O_O  Okay.... That was uncalled for. TTFN anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Hahaha. those who found this piece of hidden crap/shit/whatever, kudos to you. Anyway, since I'm afraid of being blackmailed, I'm gonna type out the random thought about handcuffs I was rambling on about just now. So yes, I think I've become quite horny. So horny that I thought of myself being handcuffed by Aoi, who's just *ahem* the crap outta me, And I'm there under him screaming for MORE. Like, OMG. Okay. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116037863413861683?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116037863413861683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116037863413861683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116037863413861683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116037863413861683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/10/geog-sucked-whats-next.html' title='Geog sucked. What&apos;s next?'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116024024666541638</id><published>2006-10-08T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T00:57:26.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONOEZ. IT'S HAZE.</title><content type='html'>OMGWTFBBQ!!!!!!!!1111ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HAZE. IT'S SUFFOCATING ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highet PSI today: 150. ONE-FIVE-OH. &amp; the unhealthy level is 143, according to my geog textbook written by that foggy old guy. I'm been breathing RECYCLED air the entire day, and the windows haven't been open for the last 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAMN HAZE, I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!&lt;/span&gt; *flails wildly at the air/haze with a knife* That didn't work, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ungh. Can't be helped. Stupid slash-and-burn agricultural practice. At least there's no eutrophication, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell I've been studying Geog, can't you? Ahhh, it's late now, and with 2 killer exams on Monday, I"ll die without good rest. TTFN then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116024024666541638?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116024024666541638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116024024666541638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116024024666541638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116024024666541638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/10/onoez-its-haze.html' title='ONOEZ. IT&apos;S HAZE.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116012662580115000</id><published>2006-10-06T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T17:23:46.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2J SUXORZ, even worse than Asagi's special effect wings.</title><content type='html'>Interesting day today. Very interesting. So very extremely interesting until I think that 2J IS A BUNCHA SORE LOSAHS. More on that later, because I now wanna present my EXCELLENT THEORY on how the Corvinus PV is related to its title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. In the Corvinus PV, Asagi had a pair of extremely fake looking special effect wings. I was kinda puzzled by them, thinking what Corvinus had to do with a pair of ridiculously cheesy wings. Being the person who just needs to satisfy her curiosity with knowledge, I did a teensy weensy bit of research, and this was the best reasoning I could come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corvinus is actually the surname of a previous Hungarian King, John Corvinus. He was an illigitimate child to his father, Matthias Corvinus. He took the name Cornivus from 'Corvus', which is 'raven' in Hungarian. So that's the wings part done. Just another snippet of info...Why 'raven'? That's because there's a raven on the king's coat of arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds to lit essay-ish. Anyway, DON'T YOU THINK IT'S SO WONDERFULLY LOGICAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over with that, on to the next piece concerning Asagi. If you've seen the Corvinus PV, the font for Asagi's name behind is actually the font called Beyond Wonderland. Gorgeous lettering, I must say. Go check it out at dafont.com. I just wonder if Asagi asked for permission before using it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, now for the highlight of today: Why I think 2J are a buncha losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started out with a challenge. A challenge that we couldn't resist. And that challenge was...A CAPTAIN'S BALL MATCH. (Lame huh?) They approached one of the 2A members, and asked if we wanted to play. Of course, we said yes. The game started, and within 15 minutes, things got ugly. Kinda ugly, not that ugly but kinda ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard, "Block Stephanie!" 'Which one is Stephanie?!" "I thought there were 2 Stephanies?" "Just block her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they didn't know that the only Stephanie was standing next to them.  -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing and shoving, screams and hollers. A warzone. A battlefield. A colisseum. Our basketball court. (Okay. I'm being stupid here...) We weren't keeping track, we were just playing for fun. We never keep track. But 2J was like "0-8!!!" We were winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then stuff REALLY got ugly, grotesque even. From both classes, new players rushed in, creating havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just cut the fancy writing style. So it got messy and confusing. Hell, I got smashed in the face with a netball. Not to mention I slid on my very sweaty knee when I fell. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we won. 4-21. But when we won, what did 2J call us? "Fucking class." After &lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt; the rest of 2A (Not me. I hate cheers.) even cheered that same old cheer, "3 cheers and 3 cheers and 3 cheers for ___!!!" They just daoed us. Retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RETARDS, I TELL YOU, RETARDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm more or less done with this post, so TTFN for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116012662580115000?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116012662580115000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116012662580115000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116012662580115000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116012662580115000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/10/2j-suxorz-even-worse-than-asagis.html' title='2J SUXORZ, even worse than Asagi&apos;s special effect wings.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-116003687053086397</id><published>2006-10-05T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T16:27:50.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's on my LJ.</title><content type='html'>I don't feel like blabering much here today cos I've rambled on enough on my LJ, which was neglected and ignored for the longest time. Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY TO MY COUSIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm done. Bye. *is devoid of any life*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-116003687053086397?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/116003687053086397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=116003687053086397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116003687053086397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/116003687053086397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/10/everythings-on-my-lj.html' title='Everything&apos;s on my LJ.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115988111066600022</id><published>2006-10-03T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T16:49:57.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHYYYYYYYYYY.</title><content type='html'>And they just had to stamp the BIGGEST &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'EXPLICIT CONTENT. PARENTAL GUIDANCE.'&lt;/span&gt; on my DVD. And I've watched it, but there's nothing REMOTELY 'explicit' about it!!! GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="OMG OMG OMG. WHAT'S THAT!?!?!" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Blog%20stuff/THEREITIS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? SEE? SEE?!?! IT'S HUMONGOUS! Just like the one on all the KoRn CDs. *wails* WHYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humph. Whatever. TTFN anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I can't believe I said, "I don't care if Aoi handcuffed and blindfolded me and raped the shit outta me," in school today. O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115988111066600022?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115988111066600022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115988111066600022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115988111066600022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115988111066600022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/10/whyyyyyyyyyy.html' title='WHYYYYYYYYYY.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Blog%20stuff/th_THEREITIS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115977568730013203</id><published>2006-10-02T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T15:54:47.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsk tsk. You dirty dirty girl. Whatever.</title><content type='html'>BOO! Once again, the mysterious magnetic force that attracts me to the computer was done its job perfectly well. And I find myself blogging. What else is new, may I ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New? Of course, right., sure. I think I've become more sick in the mind than ever. Humph. Who cares when the who class is going nuts as well? Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should elaborate on how dirty my mind has gotten lately. So today, during art, we had nothing to do. Somehow or anothere, the subect got diverted to why in the 18 levels of hell do I want a navel piercing, mainly because, 1) I do not like to show my midriff, 2) I do not go for belly dancing classes, and 3) I don't look like the type of person to want a navel piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I have no idea why I want my navel pierced. Really. Not so much of clue. It's painful, bloody, has a high risk of infection, rejection, disfiguration etc. OKAY, so maybe Aoi has one too.... And actually, the whole idea was sparked by yet another &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gay fanfic&lt;/span&gt;. *applause* So one of them had a navel piercing, and then the other one got one after he saw his lover's pierced navel. The thought of Aoi came creeping in, and TA-DAH. That and the fact that the two gays were pleasuring one another by licking the barbell during...their time alone together. Mind you, this is POTENTIALLY DANGEROUS, AND CAUSES INFECTION. *shock* Anyway, that's how it started out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My smartass reply was, "It's for my future husband's (please let it be Aoi) use." Even before I could stop myself, it slipped out. O_O Right. It's not for showing off to people, but for other more personal reasons that should not be mentioned here, ever. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH! I got one of the highest for MY ART TEST! And that particular piece was sloshed over with watery grey paint. Yay. And there were the GazettE and the Craberries' lyrics on it. Yay. And there were smudges all over it. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BAH, I TELL YOU, BAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... It's already kinda late in the afternoon, so TTFN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aoi-san, kimochi ii. Mo ichido soshite. Aaaa, motto tsuyoku. Hayaku...." Hahaha. You can't reeeeaaaaad. And it's for your own good anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115977568730013203?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115977568730013203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115977568730013203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115977568730013203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115977568730013203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/10/tsk-tsk-you-dirty-dirty-girl-whatever.html' title='Tsk tsk. You dirty dirty girl. Whatever.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115968443250886985</id><published>2006-10-01T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T14:36:59.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown....</title><content type='html'>Ooookay. I'm back. With my monstrous list of countdowns to everything that's coming up which concerns me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to wait &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8 days&lt;/span&gt; till EOYs come, and I certainly DO NOT enjoy stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to wait &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13 days&lt;/span&gt; for the glorious NOVEMBER ISSUE OF FOOL'S MATE, with the GazettE on the cover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to wait &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18 days&lt;/span&gt; for my alice nine. DVD [NUMBER SIX.] to come in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to wait &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;46 days&lt;/span&gt; for my 2 GazettE CDs+DVDs REGRET and FILTH IN THE BEAUTY to come in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to wait at least &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;60 days&lt;/span&gt; TO SAVE ENOUGH for a NAVEL PIERCING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting, I still have to wait &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AN ETERNITY&lt;/span&gt; for Aoi to marry me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'll have much fun waiting for all these to arrive. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have one question, why do navel piercings cost so bloody much when most so-called 'professional piercers' still use the EVIL PIERCING GUN?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115968443250886985?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115968443250886985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115968443250886985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115968443250886985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115968443250886985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/10/countdown.html' title='Countdown....'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115962609057486797</id><published>2006-09-30T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T14:44:00.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*ahem*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY. DO. NAVEL. PIERCINGS. COST. SO. BLOODY. MUCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My cousin's 21st birthday birthday party was held today. YAY. He got dunked in the pool. YAY. I'm bored now, so YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. Really. I WANT Aoi. I just want to feel his arms around me, resting my head on his chest. I want him to trace his tongue up my neck, then whisper soft, sweet yet dirty things in my ear, his lips brushing on the sensitive flesh.... OKAY. TOO MUCH INFO. NEVERMIND YOU DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING AT ALL. OKAY BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115962609057486797?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115962609057486797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115962609057486797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115962609057486797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115962609057486797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/09/ahem.html' title='*ahem*'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115944256999868083</id><published>2006-09-28T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:52:07.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$60 for a hole. Amusing much.</title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged in a few days, eh? Got lots to rant on about, but since dinner's almost ready, I'll just skip the boring bits and go on to the amusing parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm quite happy cos my comedic timing's getting better and better. However, honestly, I believe i'm becoming funnier because I'm losing my mind due to exam stress. GAH! I mean, I was playing with a MICROPET YESTERDAY. WHO PLAYS MICROPETS ANYMORE?! WHO?! It's been frustrating cos I can't seem to focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's one thing covered. The other thing is that I'm now dead after I found out how much a navel piercing costs. And the answer is: About 3-4 months worth of Fool's Mate. I flipped. Just completely went batty. Why.... And mind you, labret piercings cost a bomb too. $30. MAN. But navel piercings will go UNNOTICED by certain DMs. I wish I had lotsa dosh. Lotsa lotsa dosh. Bah. Money can't buy you happiness, but having a few extra bucks don't hurt right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally paid for my 2 CDs/DVDs, and I'm glad I got them cos 'Filth in the beauty' is just gorgeous. Really gorgeous. I'll have to wait a loooooong time before I get them though. 49 days to be exact? Please don't ever ask me how I manage to wait this long. I waited 28 days for Zekkeishoku. Still waiting for [NUMBER SIX.]. Sad sad sad. But I've paid for it, so HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about that.... A hole costs the same as 2 CDs/DVDs. WOW. Sorry. Just an observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the topic of waiting, I'm really not looking forward to EOYs. I'm feeling strangely jittery coming of late. And the pressure's building up. Almost everyone's studying, and it's totally freaking me out. AARGH. I'm feeling intimidated, but I consider myself one of those 'special' people who always amanages to get their act together in time for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering the fact that I feel odd right now, I suppose that I should be studying like everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humph. Lemme just enlighten you about something that happened today. So the car broke down again. Annoying thing. It's an old car, so it can't be helped, but I wish it;ll be more well behaved. I had to take an MRT to TM, and I just managed to catch up with Rachel and Felicia. After shouting a whole lot to get their attention. As most of you know, I am very good at yelling. Rachel commented, "You shout very loud eh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which I replied, "Aoi taught me.", after recalling that he was yelling like a total moron during the Peace&amp;amp;Smile Carnival last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel then made thias comeback which I liked very much, "Yeah. He taught you how to scream...last night in bed." I JUST WISHED IT REALLY HAPPENED LAST NIIIIIIIGHT. Seriously. Even if he handcuffed me, I WOULDN'T MIIIIND. Haha. *sigh* Tan ku ku lah. It'll never happen. Ever. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Call me sick in the mind or something, but everytime I look at those live pictures of Aoi, when he's sweaty and stuff, makes me think how it's like to feel his body against mine.&lt;/span&gt; OKAY. YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT. YOU DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I'm losing it, ne? Well, I'm done here, and I cmpletely pissed out with going to school, to TTFN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Really. I wished Aoi taught me to scream like I never had last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115944256999868083?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115944256999868083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115944256999868083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115944256999868083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115944256999868083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/09/60-for-hole-amusing-much.html' title='$60 for a hole. Amusing much.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115916934114197603</id><published>2006-09-25T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T15:29:01.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They're coming to take me away, HAHA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They're Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from: Dr. Demento's Delights&lt;br /&gt;Warner Bros. 1975 BS 2855 0698&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you ran away and I got on my knees and begged you not to&lt;br /&gt;leave because I'd go berserk?? Well...&lt;br /&gt;You left me anyhow and then the days got worse and worse and now you see&lt;br /&gt;I've gone completely out of my mind.. And..&lt;br /&gt;They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!!&lt;br /&gt;They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa&lt;br /&gt;To the funny farm. Where life is beautiful all the time and I'll be&lt;br /&gt;happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats and they're&lt;br /&gt;coming to take me away, ha-haaa!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought it was a joke and so you laughed, you laughed when I had said&lt;br /&gt;that loosing you would make me flip my lid.. RIGHT???&lt;br /&gt;I know you laughed, I heard you laugh, you laughed you laughed and&lt;br /&gt;laughed and then you left, but now you know I'm utterly mad... And..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa,&lt;br /&gt;They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa.&lt;br /&gt;To the happy home. With trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket&lt;br /&gt;weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes and they're&lt;br /&gt;coming to take me away, ha-haaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked your food, I cleaned your house, and this is how you pay me back&lt;br /&gt;for all my kind unselfish loving deeds.. Huh??&lt;br /&gt;Well you just wait, they'll find you yet and when they do they'll put you&lt;br /&gt;in the ASPCA, you mangy mutt!!! And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa.&lt;br /&gt;They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa.&lt;br /&gt;To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time and I'll be happy&lt;br /&gt;to see those nice young men in their clean white coats and they're coming&lt;br /&gt;to take me away, ha-haaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;To the happy home, with trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket&lt;br /&gt;weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes and they're&lt;br /&gt;coming to take me away, ha-haa!!!&lt;br /&gt;To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, buddy!&lt;br /&gt;Yes officer..&lt;br /&gt;You a head?&lt;br /&gt;No, but I'm catching up, ha ha ha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115916934114197603?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115916934114197603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115916934114197603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115916934114197603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115916934114197603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/09/theyre-coming-to-take-me-away-haha.html' title='They&apos;re coming to take me away, HAHA!'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115902325109145045</id><published>2006-09-23T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T22:54:11.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambitions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY LIFE-LONG AMBITIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO TO JAPAN TO WATCH AT LEAST ONE CONCERT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO TO ENGLAND TO WATCH AT LEAST ONE FOOTBALL MATCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BECOME THE FIRST FEMALE PSC/UNDER CODE ROADIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BECOME A BASS/TURN TABLE/DRUM PRO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KILL GACKT BECAUSE HE'S A BLOODY CHAUVINIST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND OF COURSE THE ONE THING THAT'S ALWAYS ON MY MIND: MARRY AOI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wonderful, ain't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115902325109145045?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115902325109145045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115902325109145045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115902325109145045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115902325109145045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/09/ambitions.html' title='Ambitions.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115893989740293454</id><published>2006-09-22T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T13:56:59.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ditch my spex?</title><content type='html'>Yes, good evening. I'm feeling much better now, thank you. And I promise I won't blabber about you-know-who (the DOWNRIGHT BAD ONE), but no guarantees that I won't go overboard as usual about Aoi-san.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEBATE DEBATE DEBATE! Should I dump my nice pair of monochrome Nero style spex for a pair of contacts, because Rachel says I look more pai kia aka more ME without spex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my spex cos the fact is, I'm a NERD. Computah geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno. It's late &amp;amp; I'm too exhausted to rattle on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180;"&gt;AOI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go on and on about him and not stop. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah. I think the lack of sleep's gotten to my head, so TTFN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115893989740293454?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115893989740293454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115893989740293454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115893989740293454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115893989740293454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/09/ditch-my-spex.html' title='Ditch my spex?'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115882529822473384</id><published>2006-09-21T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T15:58:04.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really. I'm sick. X_X</title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGHHHH! I'm DOWN WITH THE BLOODY FLU. Ugh. X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel horrible. And it's such a woderful time to get sick, 17 days before the first EOY paper. Yay. Just beautiful, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my brain's dead. I can't think of anything I wanna blog about. Hmmmm. I know there's quite a few things I wanna post about, but I suppose I'm just too lazy to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've known I was getting sick. I don't usually I don't fall asleep during class, not because I think it's SOOOO INTERESTING, but more like I can take a whole crapload of boredom at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Monday, I've been trying to stay awake during class, half the time nodding asleep or something. Gah. My head's not functioning well either. And maybe that's why I've become so absent-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to pay $10 do my CCA, which I don't even attend. And some people really can't understand. They told me last Friday, but it kinda slipped my mind. even if I had remembered, I was broke anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, a certain someone bugged me for it. I WAS BROKE, DAMMIT. My dad hadn't got his pay yet, and pratically the whole household was CASH-LESS. To ask for $10 when we're pennyless (not exactly, but we had to last till today on 30 bucks, which is lunch and dinner expenses for 4 people.) is not a nice thing. I hate asking my parents for $$. I rarely do so, and when I do, it's not for myself. Easy for others to say. Your dad didn't have to go around borrowing $$ from relatives and friends right? At least now he's found a proper job, but he still has to pay he owed since about January this year, which is A LOT OF MONEY, EXCUSE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So STFU when you don't know what's going on in my household. No one really seems to listen nowadays, it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the conversation I had with that certain someone was effed up. It went something like -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friend whom I also don't have any respect for: You still haven't paid the $10 yet. (who asked her anyway? OH. Right. HER.)&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm broke. I have $4 to last until Friday. (What they don't know is that I had $12 for 2 weeks allowance.)&lt;br /&gt;Her: You know it's your responsibility to pay?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, but I don't have money.&lt;br /&gt;Her: But you still have to pay up. (Can't you effing listen. I'm BROKE.)&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm outta cash!&lt;br /&gt;Her: Do you wanna see Mrs Koh? (A threat! Goody! And don't you you know what 'broke' means?)&lt;br /&gt;Me: *rolls eyes, turns around and ignores her*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because she thinks that her friend is that effed up monitress of ours, she thinks that she can scare the daylights outta me. And using a teacher's name is not gonna work either. Let' just face the fact that I do not care about others and I'm selfish when it comes to $$ matters. I'm not going to go around looking for someone who can lend me $10. In fact, many of my friends had not enough for their pocket money too, so well, HA, HAH AND AS AN ADDED BONUS FOR TODAY ONLY, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop being sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, if you're doing a history paper and they give this post and ask, "Is this passage biased?" You'll probably say yes. But it ain't. Cos everything's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe that she asked her friend aka the effed up monitress to ask me for the $$$. Really, I don't know why. Why bother? Did she really think I'd be intimidated, scared by that tyrant they call a class leader? Or is she really asking for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my bad humour got the better of me during music class when the effed up monitress went MIA. I told Rachel, "Suprising how so few people noticed the HUGE difference since she went missing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go away and stop annoying the life outta me, because I have little life to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAAH. I'm even worse when I'm sick. I don't feel like lying in bed cos it makes me drowsy. Not to mention bothered. I just pray that I get better sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I pray that I don't wind up in the same class as that pair next year, because I'll surely DIE. Can you imagine that? I don't even wanna imagine it. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm. Listening to Linkin Park has gotten me all angsty. And when I'm angsty, I can't write. So TTFN. But wahddya know, I did have something to post about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115882529822473384?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115882529822473384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115882529822473384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115882529822473384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115882529822473384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/09/really-im-sick-xx.html' title='Really. I&apos;m sick. X_X'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115876622333833244</id><published>2006-09-20T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T23:30:24.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I can say is -FXXK IT LAH.</title><content type='html'>I'm really not in the mood to post about anything that's remotely amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely moodless. My mood was killed sometime between 12.30pm today. But what can I say, they're just bitches, and most certainly megalomaniacs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I'm trying really hard not to go all beserk here, except that at times, I just feel like screaming, just yelling out my lungs out, for I'm not gonna tolerate any rubbish I get from complete jackasses who don't even listen before you tell them stuff, and jump to conclusions and make accusations before hearing your side of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just insane. Just stupid, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm falling sick as well. Yay me. Right before exams. SUCH A STUPENDOUS TIME TO GET A COLD RIGHT? 18 days from EOYs. Like, WOW. The FLU! HIIII GERRRMMMMSSS! I guess you can tell that I'm not exactly in the best state of mind here. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never in a healthy state of mind to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm. It's kinda frustrating when few would actually hear you out before making comments. Worse is HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting like she's the Holy of Holies. Acting like she's perfect or something. Never subtle in her actions. Rough, unrefined, RUDE. A CONTROL FREAK. Why? Does she think that 'having the power of a montiress' makes her our superior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit it bitch, y'all nothin' but a frickin' moneetresss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm tired, so TTFN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115876622333833244?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115876622333833244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115876622333833244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115876622333833244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115876622333833244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-i-can-say-is-fxxk-it-lah.html' title='All I can say is -FXXK IT LAH.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115867941245697519</id><published>2006-09-19T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T23:23:33.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMBIEEE.</title><content type='html'>Oh. Hi. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*stops fantasising about Aoi* &lt;/span&gt;Didn't realise you were there. *ahem* You didn't see anything!!! NO YOU DIDN'T. NOT A SINGLE THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.... Where were we? Wait, I KNOW! NO WHERE. *whacks forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make this short, shall we? I'm really losing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, yeah. I can't barely remember anything, and my brain's gone all screwy. I spent half an hour figuring out whether a photograph was laterally inverted like a mirror image, or the right side. In the end, I figured it out, but I'm still unclear. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the EOYs are coming up, I'd better pull myself together unless I want my results to go KAPUT! Tomorrow's a Chinese test, and honestly, I can't remember a frekaing thing. Gah. It's frustrating, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, my mum has recently been driving me bonkers. Completely batty. Absolutely potty. Well, she's driving the whole lot of us mad - My dad, my brother and me. She can nag for 3 hours straight. I'm not joking. It's the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm also guessing one of the reasons why I think I'm insane is the fact that I really, for sure, undoubtedly, unmistakably head over heels in love with Aoi. There's no otheer explaination. He's just stuck in my head. And when I try to stop thinking about him, well, all I can say is, it just makes me think even more about him when I'm trying not to think about him because to not think about him you have to think not to think about him, but you're still thinking about him indirectly when you're telling yourself, "I must not think about you-know-who" but you do know who that you-know-who is so it spoils the whole thing and you'll end up in a more sticky mess than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when I think about a 'sticky mess', I sometimes think of this &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gay fanfic&lt;/span&gt; I read, and there's one part Shugo told Naoki, "We have to stop, or we'll end up in a mess." To which Naoki replies, "What kind of mess?" Shugo says, "A rather sticky one." Then Naoki, actually tells him, "Sticky sounds kinda good.' O_O You DO know what the sticky mess is right? So after they did create the sticky mess, Naoki says, "Sticky isn't so bad after all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I care. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The only guy I wanna make a really sticky mess with is Aoi.&lt;/span&gt; *ahem* Notice how small that is? You can barely see it. Even if some smart people try to change the font size, c'mon. How far can you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. I have dicided that it's late and that I should really go and sleep now. TTFN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*dreams about Aoi doing unmentionable dirty things to her.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115867941245697519?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115867941245697519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115867941245697519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115867941245697519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115867941245697519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/09/zombieee.html' title='ZOMBIEEE.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115848399834882550</id><published>2006-09-17T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T17:06:43.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole lotta bah in this post.</title><content type='html'>I was thinking of makign this post a pic-spam post, but I thought better not, because it'll look like my brother's room after his hooligan friends come over for 8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would just like to say that I am postively sick of guys SMSing me idiotic mushy love messages because I HATE IDIOTIC MUSHY LOVE MESSAGES. Really, I am absolutely tired of meaningless messages taht go, "I will take care of you forever" or "You'll always be in my heart." I'm telling you, I HATE THOSE KINDA MESSAGES. Stop saying all that shit cos it ain't true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have an extremely straightforward guy come and TELL ME that he likes me. I HATE IT WHEN THEY USE SMS. SMS is such an impersonal way. It's just words. You can't hear the feeling, unlike in person, where you can see and hear the tiny details, like the guy stammering, thinking of the right words to use, a self concious smile and maybe even blushing. It's not the same. An SMS can't convey these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever. I'm sick of these spam messages. I'm calling them spam, cos that's the only word  I have. One guy even had the nerve to SMS, "hey sexy, wanna have sex tonight at my house?" I WAS OFF MY ROCKER WHEN I HEARD THAT. I never replied him, and he's never gotten back to me. Good. Low-lifes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I inform you that:&lt;br /&gt;1) The only guy who will ever take my virginity is my future husband (whoever he is, but somehow or another, I pray it's Aoi), and only after we get married.&lt;br /&gt;2) I do not believe in teenaged relationships, especially during secondary school, because they are meaningless (no offense) and they end within a year. I swear, I'll give all sec school relationships a year.&lt;br /&gt;3) I do not believe in pick up lines like that. In fact, I prefer the GazettE's way of doing it: "I like you!" or "Stick with me!"&lt;br /&gt;4) I FREAKING HATE MANWHORES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I am picky with my guys, but ain't it how it's supposed to be done? Be a bit choosy, and get the right guy, rather than suffer God-knows-how-many broken relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH. It's called natural selection. Unfortunately for those guys, I'm those really really really crazy females who refuse to choose her mate based on looks and cheesy messages messages alone, but also based on action, manners, honesty etc. I'm a difficult person, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still Aoi is PERFECT. Let me tell you that my current Aoi status has gotten from bad to worse. I'm officially crazy about him. Like really.... I'm a bit embarrassed to say this, but erm...eh...I don't know how to say it.... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Heck, I fantasise about him. &lt;/span&gt;Happy now?  O_O   Okay. I've said it. Get it off my back. And it's in really tiny font. Bwahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me what's wrong with me. Hopeless romantic, I am. As if I'll ever meet him. BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my blabbering. TTFN. Until then, AOI IS LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115848399834882550?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115848399834882550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115848399834882550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115848399834882550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115848399834882550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/09/whole-lotta-bah-in-this-post.html' title='A whole lotta bah in this post.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115842296289883283</id><published>2006-09-17T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T14:00:58.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Parent's Guide to JRock.</title><content type='html'>Well, after that sudden outburst of vulgarities and pure anger, I'd like to post this really amusing guide here, which is called: A PAREN'TS GUIDE TO J-ROCK. It's not mine. Stolen from &lt;a href="http://www.jref.com"&gt;http://www.jref.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Don't worry, your kid probably isn't lesbian, even though the pics hanging next to their bed looks like girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Don't get your kid an English CD for their birthday or any other gift giving holiday, they probably won't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When they show you a pic of their favorite singer, don't instantly assume that it's a girl, it probably isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If you walk into the room while they are on the computer and they minimize the window instantly, don't be offended, it's probably for your own protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Don't be suprised if their total clothing and make-up style changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If they start speaking a language that is almost English, but not quite, don't worry. Its called "Engrish". You'll get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Don't insult their favorite J-Rockers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) When they start talking about Lucifer, they aren't worshiping Satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Buy more ink jet cartridges for the printer, the more pics the fan has, the happier they will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Don't be suprised when you can no longer talk to your child about anything except Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Be prepared to learn more than you ever had, about something you never wanted to know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) A man in a dress is sexy, no matter what you say, nothing can change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Don't correct them when they spell the name "hide" with a lower case h, that's how it's done.&lt;br /&gt;14) When they collect scrap fabrics to make plushies, don't worry, they aren't practicing voodoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) It doesn't matter that they don't know what the singers are saying, don't bother arguing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) J-Rock isn't a phase and they won't grow out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mostly true, except that I don't speak Engrish and I don't make plushies, but WHO REALLY CARES?! HAHAHAHA. *is absolutely batty*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115842296289883283?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115842296289883283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115842296289883283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115842296289883283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115842296289883283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/09/parents-guide-to-jrock.html' title='A Parent&apos;s Guide to JRock.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115841655563160915</id><published>2006-09-16T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T22:22:35.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I SICK OF TITLES I'M SICK OF EVERYTHING GAAAH.</title><content type='html'>OMG IM FREAKING SICK OF EVERYTHING THAT'S WHY IM NOT GONNA PUT AN INTRO COS I'M SICK OF INTROS GAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it seems that I'm sick of proper punctuation as well. BUT WHO CARES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed off. It's pretty obvious actually. It all happened on Wednesday, and it got increasingly worse as the days gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the effing monitress is getting on my nerves even more. So much until I feel like killing her. LITERALLY. I know I've made a post on her before, but I CAN'T HELP ITTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, I was dismissed early from Chinese, so I went up to class early. But the rest of the class was still in the lecture room. Then the FXXKING MOMENT THAT BITCH CAME UPSTAIRS, SHE DEMANDED, "Why you didn't go for Chinese?" I WAS FXXKING APPALLED. Who does she fxxking think she is, using that tone of voice and accusing me of skipping Chinese class? WTF WTF WTF WTF. I AM MAD. What, she thinks she's a teacher? Asking me freakass questions like that? With that demanding voice? OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during assembly, the talk was on anorexia and bulimia. And being the extremely dry sarcastic person I am, I couldn't keep this in any longer, and cracked this joke: You know bulimia? Yeah, Fiona has half of the problem. She can binge, but she can't purge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, my friends burst out laughing so hard, and I was in a bloody laughing fit. So much until that bitch turned around to stare at us, as if it'll stop me from the attack of the giggles. In fact, at the sight of her stupid face, I ended up in a worse state, pratically laughing until my sides hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that when she's not happy with someone, she always stares at them and expects them to stop whatever that's annoying her? What a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was it for Wednesday. Nothing much happened on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Friday...ARGH, I WAS HOPPNG MAD. Firstly, when she asked for our result slips she never asks. She DEMANDS, and SNAPS HER FAT STUBBY FINGERS WHILE DOING SO. Like, is she trying to intimidate us? I DON'T FXXKING THINK IT'S WORKING IF SHE IS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was what that really got me agitated. Not PE I mean, but I mean her actions during PE. We were in for weight taking, and since she's such a fat ass, she must have felt uneasy because she's the fattest girl in class. HAH. Sooo weight taking. She was in charge of recording our weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that she didn't do that. She didn't record our weight because it wasn't our weight. She added kgs to our weight and THEN recorded our doctored weight. I read with my very own eyes: 47.5 kg. She recorded: 48kg. And I'm not the only one. Eunice was 41.5kg, she took down 42kg. Some of you may be thinking, Maybe she's just rounding it off, to make it easier for the teacher. BUT NOOOOO. Adeline weighs 45kg. That FREAKING WOMAN PUT 46KG. what is her problem?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. I give up. I'm gonna cheer myself up with the tons of pictures in the new magazine I got. Bah. TTFN anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115841655563160915?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115841655563160915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115841655563160915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115841655563160915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115841655563160915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-sick-of-titles-im-sick-of-everything.html' title='I SICK OF TITLES I&apos;M SICK OF EVERYTHING GAAAH.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115807381315573873</id><published>2006-09-12T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T23:10:26.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMF = Problems with MSN?</title><content type='html'>Good evening people. Just doing some blogging before I go to dreamland, although I'm mostly in dreamland even when I'm not asleep, but that's another story altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the a lot of the IMF delegates and VIP have arrived in Singapore for their weirdo International Monitary Fund and World Bank meeting doodah, and coincidentally, across the country, many individuals' MSN Messengers were crashing, with the error 8008 blah blah blah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, did the sudden coming of 16ooo extra people caused the program to go into a frenzy or something? Maybe. My  friend, computer geek/expert Zhi Hui says that this could be possible due to the fact that many of the delegates would probably be using MSN during their stay here. So, even if the 16ooo of them do not use, many will still use and that might have been the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know for sure anyway, but who really cares because the bloody problem was fixed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand that moronic guy who lives in the basement of the apartment with the freaking yellow van. He comes back at about 1 to 2 am, while I am enjoying my peace and quiet. And when he does come back, probably the entire block knows cos he has the really loud annoying CHINEE AH BENG TECHNO POP blaring from his stereo set. GAH. It doesn't wake me up, for sure, cos I'm either still awake, or sound asleep. But I sleep like a log, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. And there's this other idiot with that bloody car alarm that keeps going off. Like...4am in the morning on weekdays. And when your slumber is disrupted because of that, you feel like throwing rocks that the guy. And the stupid part is that it keeps going off, the flaming thing. It's like faulty or something. But one thing's for sure, IT'S DANG IRRITATING TO WAKE UP AT 4AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that's it for today. I'm supposed to be asleep now, according to mum's rules. But really, me? Sleep at 11? It's like you have to either make me drunk or give me sleeping pills to achieve that. Ah, TTFN anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My mum is not happy with the idea of me getting another piercing at 77th Street cos she says that they give cheapo lotion. BAH. Do I care? Do you care? Does anyone care (Excluding concerned parents and relatives and friends)? NOOOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115807381315573873?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115807381315573873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115807381315573873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115807381315573873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115807381315573873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/09/imf-problems-with-msn.html' title='IMF = Problems with MSN?'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115796119181361966</id><published>2006-09-11T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T15:54:43.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school. GAH.</title><content type='html'>Well, hi. I'm back from school and I'm not in the best of moods. Heck, I'm usually ot in the best of moods. BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda pissed off because the idiotic MSN messenger service is 'temporarily unvailable. Please try again later.' And also because this screwed up Blogger has a freaking problem and I can't edit my links cos only half of my HTM code shows up. GAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. What else.... OH OH! I placed an order for the 2 CDs + DVDs, even if it's still before exams. Come on.... Exams are 3 weeks away. Foreign money order takes, the most, 2 weeks. The company allows the payment to be made within a span of six weeks, so I'm safe. And let me remind you that the CDs are released...1 3/4 months from now. Yes. Patience, my young padawan, and soon you will learn the way of the Force. (Lame I tell you. LAME! Not that Star Wars is lame, I'M BEING LAME. I love Star Wars, BTW.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I almost lost the backing of my screw. O_O In class somemore. I kinda freaked out. I love my gauge piercing, you know. i really really really really love it. Freaks people out. LOL. Maybe that's the only reason why I like it. And did I mention that when I'm bored can fiddle around with it? I can now fit the ink cartridge of the Pilot super grip pen into the hole. Also, you know those kinds of earsticks with this tiny glob of glue (or whatever that is) at the end to stop it from falling out? Guess what...It doesn't help cos I can pull it through the hole. Am I disgusting or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, during Science lab, as usual, the four of us would go absolutely nuts and we ended up playing with the weights. We kept spinning them round and round and round. Then when the teacher came to collect them, she said, "Why don't you use coins?" And so we did. Crap, we must've spent about 2o minutes playing with the coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. That's kinda it for today. Nothing else that's remotely interesting. Wait...There is!!! Okay, so there's this girl in sec 1 who wears this fake gauge piercing, and it's damn horrendous cos the moment CCP came, she took it out. Like, OMGWTFBBQ. COWARD. BWAHAHAHA. See why I don't like my juniors? Not all, but about 87% of the little buggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. This is the real end. I have nothing more to type and I'm bored out of my twisted mind, so TTFN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115796119181361966?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115796119181361966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115796119181361966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115796119181361966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115796119181361966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/09/first-day-of-school-gah.html' title='First day of school. GAH.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115786701049161315</id><published>2006-09-10T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T13:43:30.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O_O</title><content type='html'>Hellooo. I'm pretty much bored today. Like any other day. Goodness, MY LIFE IS GETTING MORE MUNDANE BY THE MINUTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.... Sometimes, do you get the feeling that if you died, no one would notice? Like you would go completely unnoticed and not one person would remember you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressing thought really. I don't wanna think about it. Hmmmm.... Well, the future's not really ours to see, so I'd better stop pondering before I drive myself insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN. (This has been my shortest post in ages, no?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115786701049161315?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115786701049161315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115786701049161315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115786701049161315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115786701049161315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/09/oo_10.html' title='O_O'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115781112469972366</id><published>2006-09-09T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T22:12:04.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....No comment....</title><content type='html'>Hmmm. I'm just kinda back on a short note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remeber what I the superficial nature of today's world? Yeah. I was kinda just watching the Filth in the beauty preview, and then well, it just came to me. 'Filth in the beauty' just kinda says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how beautiful, there's always grit. No one's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why I was so drawn to the title, cos it really speaks to me. Well, who really cares anymore about what's in the heart? Everything is just about the surface. Sometimes, I think that the whole world is going crazy. Because, I'll admit it, I have no other freaking explaination to why everything is so bloody screwed up in this world anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda blame it on Hollywood and all the fxxking media actually. I just like to shoved it there. Let's just face it shall we, the media is full of crap. Not all, but a lot of it. Some movies cause people to think, but others, they just fill innocent minds with fxxking crap. I'm not exactly being subtle about this, BUT I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everytime I see a ridiculous superficial movie, I feel like screaming. Just feel like screaming my lungs out, because I just can't stand seeing all that superficial crap stuff anymore. Call me absolutely nuts, but I haven't watched a teenaged movie in God-knows-how-long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, whatever. I give up. Totally. If you aren't gonna look in the inside, there's no point anymore. I've just given up on some people I knew cos it was all about the surface. It was, only about looks. And it got real frustrating and all. Guess I'm becoming emo again. Hell, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to watch My Name is Earl and I Am Sam, and I'm gonna ditch watching football cos there'll always be a encore telecast. TTFN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115781112469972366?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115781112469972366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115781112469972366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115781112469972366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115781112469972366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-comment.html' title='....No comment....'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115777183687583018</id><published>2006-09-09T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T11:17:17.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mugging to start...</title><content type='html'>Good morning to all those who are still snoozing their asses off. Hmmm. That's wasn't quite appropriate for a greeting eh? But really, who cares anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have, for once, decided to mug like siao. As in really, all out study. Why? No, I'm pretty much the same trouble maker I am, but I have finally found some motivation to get me up and running! All thanks to the GazettE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I'm getting their 2 new singles. And as usual, almost everything I say comes with a hugfe BUT. I'm still in a dilema whether to get the Auditory impression or Optical impression. Auditory is a whole freaking lot cheaper because it's just 3 songs. Optical is about $5.68 more expensive because it comes with a DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whadya think? Or I can get the REGRET DVD and the Filth in the beauty Auditory impression. I definetly like Filth in the beauty, but the video is not as nice as the REGRET one. So I can save another $5.68 for the shipping charge instead of buying it. And again...BUT with the DVD, I get to see the making of the music video. Which also means I get to see Aoi acting like a total idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I be like normal people and just order the damn thing instead of thinking and thinkning and thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking blah blah blah? It's gonna be $60.35 if I order both Optical impressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I'm getting both optical impressions. I CAN'T FREAKING STAND THE PRESSURE!!!!!!!!! You know, even though I love &lt;s&gt;Gazette&lt;/s&gt; The GazettE and all, I often have to decide and decide and decide on what to get. But for alice nine., to me, they can't do any wrong, and I just order without any second thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually...I feel like getting the Filth in the beauty Auditory impression. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm bored about talking my expenses, so TTFN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I have a gauge 8 piercing now so you can SEE THROUGH it. Hah. Haha. And as an added bonus, ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115777183687583018?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115777183687583018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115777183687583018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115777183687583018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115777183687583018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/09/mugging-to-start.html' title='Mugging to start...'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115759292818517079</id><published>2006-09-07T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T09:35:28.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O_O</title><content type='html'>Well, haven't updated in quite a while eh? 4 days? Heck, some haven't updated in 2 over months, like what am I saying 4 days is a long time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, being the overly paranoid person I am, I read up quite a lot about piercings yesterday, and it scared the shit outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: Lip piercings are NOT called lip piercings because there are so many kinds of lip piercings tha to call all of them lip piercings is wrong. CAPISH? They're called ORAL piercings, and in the case of a piercing in which the lower lip is pierced, it is called a labret piercing. IT'S NOT FRENCH. It's pronounced as 'lay-brit' not 'la-bray'. And there's a whole other buncha names. but you don't really wanna hear about those do you? Anyway, most oral piercings cause gum recession, in which the gum becomes thinner and thinner. UNLESS, you use a CBR instead. And just what is a CBR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two: A CBR is a captive bead ring, and it's safer to use that other kinds of jewelry because it will not snag on clothing or hair etc and it's the best thing to use for labret piercing. BUT, high quality CBRs COST A BOMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three: Navel piercings are dangerous. I SWEAR, THEY ARE. If you're still growing, that is. This is actually the same for all piercings except for ear piercings. A few stupid people got navel piercings when they were below 18. DO NOT TRY THIS. The barbell will get embedded IN YOUR SKIN when you grow taller, and if you do not remove it soon, the only way you'll ever get it out is by undergoing surgery. In some cases, the skin actually RIPS because it's too tight, and when the fool does stretching execises, all I can say is OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four: GENITAL PIERCING IS WRONG AND SICK AND I HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five: When piercing the ear cartiledge, go to a proper piercing shop if the person is using a piercing gun because...The cartiledge can SHATTER and your ear will look deformed. Really. IT'S TRUEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six: I just noticed that most Singaporeans don't know what their own piercing is called. Tsk tsk. There's a vertical labret, a horizontal labret, a horizontal eyebrow, vertical eyebrow, industrial, inner conch, outer conch, UFO, ear spiral, Madonna/Monroe. SO MANY KINDS LAH. Believe me, there's over 50 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, I'm bored. But I guess I have to wait for another 4 years to get the labret and navel piercing.... WHOT. Rachel says I'm 'mirroring' Aoi. His left is my right and my right is his left. So his labret piercing is on his right, so I'll get it in my left. His 3 piercings are on his left, I'll get them on my right ear. Not too sure about the navel one though. It gets infected easily and you have to clean it EVERYDAY?! Aoi is teh troublesome man. Labrets require you to gargle with mouthwash and navels require you to clean them with non-alcoholic based cleaners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, who cares anyway, I won't be meeting Aoi anytime soon, probabably not even in this lifetime, so BAH. I'm bored. TTFN. Going to eat breakfast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115759292818517079?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115759292818517079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115759292818517079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115759292818517079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115759292818517079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/09/oo.html' title='O_O'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115728671398940291</id><published>2006-09-03T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T20:31:54.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah.</title><content type='html'>Hello there. I am not really feeling myself these few days. Been kinda down actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but sometimes it's like I can't think of anyone else but Aoi.  I'm losing my mind no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm watching President's Star Charity now, out of boredom. And when Mi Lu Bing came out, I suddenly thought, 'What if Lucify had won? They would looking freaking outta place with the VK style in a CHARITY SHOW.' I was on the verge of bursting out laughing like siao, until I saw Jasmine dressed in this disgusting version of a Punk Loli outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Hady rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just yesterday, I was watching the encore of Singapore Idol. Some people actually have the nerve to say that Joakim should be in. Actually, I feel that it's a good thing that Joakim is finally out. The poor guy must be stressed out like anything. The competition he's up against is really over his level. So I guess it's better for him to be out. He even got jeered at in public places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting pretty miffed here because of SUPERFICIAL PEOPLE. Like I always say, the superficial never last. GAAAH. Why can't these people ever understand?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think the lifestyles of the rich and famous in America is just so meaningless. It's monotonous. Boring. On the verge of being idiotic. I don't think that way of Asian celebs, not because I'm biased, but because it's different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very...based on the surface. Nothing really that leaves a long lasting impression. Things just go by, and hardly anyone remembers. Only maybe those legends that would really stay will forever be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno lah, I just see it in this kinda view.  Well, dinner's here, so TTFN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115728671398940291?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115728671398940291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115728671398940291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115728671398940291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115728671398940291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/09/gah.html' title='Gah.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115712461808893112</id><published>2006-09-01T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T23:30:18.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'd better start the quaratine.</title><content type='html'>Well, hi there. I'm bored. Just bored. Absolutely nothing to do. Zero. Zip. Zilch. Kosong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, there seems to be this boredom disease spreading around, and it's quite frightening cos since yesterday, 6 people including  myself have said that we're bored online and it's disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm so bored that I don't have anything much to talk about now. Nope, not a single thing except maybe that I think I'm getting more and more polluted in the mind. Who thinks of being handfed strawberries on a bed anyway, which eventually leads to French kissing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I'm certianly whacked. Not a doubt about this. These days my keyboard seems screwy. I have to hit the hit shift button so hard before the letter actually gets capitalised. GAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That whole being-handfed-by-Aoi image is still in my brain. I just can't seem to get the idiotic thing out. And who knows how it popped in anyway?! Not that I would mind if it actually happened...But IT'S STILL ANNOYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary. Just plain scary. Well, can't seem to do much about it, so I'll just let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, I have the sudden urge to play Halo 2, so I guess that's it. TTFN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only it could come true eh? O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115712461808893112?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115712461808893112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115712461808893112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115712461808893112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115712461808893112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/09/wed-better-start-quaratine.html' title='We&apos;d better start the quaratine.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115703543565527722</id><published>2006-08-31T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T11:31:10.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I'm a twisted person.</title><content type='html'>You know, I was just eating chocolate and strawberries just 20 minutes or so ago...When this really perverted image suddenly popped into my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aoi and I were lying on his bed, more like he lying on top of me. We were't naked or anything, he was wearing a pair of black boxers , while I was wearing a rather skimpy, white neglige. AND he was handfeeding me with strawberries dipped in choocolate. Then after some of that delicious dark chocolate got smeared on my mouth, he leaned over and licked it, right off my bottom lip. Then his tongue found its way into my mouth, then we started French kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, IS MY MIND POLLUTED?! Who thinks these kinda things anyway?! Although honestly, I wouldn't mind that at all. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate is GOOD. But &lt;i&gt;THAT&lt;/i&gt; is BETTER. Much better. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115703543565527722?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115703543565527722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115703543565527722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115703543565527722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115703543565527722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-know-im-twisted-person.html' title='I know, I&apos;m a twisted person.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115702052852779721</id><published>2006-08-31T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T18:35:29.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAYYY!!!</title><content type='html'>WHOOOOOO!~ I'm HIGH, I'm HIGH, I'm HIGH. YES YES YES YES YES YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concience: *ahem* Get a hold of yourself. you freaking Japanese gothic rock freako person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. MY CONCIENCE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT I AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm high. I'm happy. I'm ACTUALLY HAPPY. It's gonna snow in Singapore tonight because I'M HAPPY. Whooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's just say a movie with your old friends can really pick up your spirits, and heck, you can forget your troubles too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with SHPS 6/6 Faith `04 was great. Although it wasn't all of us, but it was fun. I mean, 6/6 Faith, we're close. Not like a CERTAIN 2A. Anyway, I don't want 2A to be close, cos some of us can't stand each other's guts. But it was fun. Really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad cos Darrell paid for mine &amp; Debbie's ticket. And because of me, they missed about 15 minutes of the movie. SORRY GUYS! And thank you Darrell for spending God-knows-how-much for our tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got a proper earhole enlarger! NO MORE LOST EARSTICKS! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, it felt so good being with 6/6 again. Cos even after such a long time, we could just, talk and not feel any boundaries. Often when I talk to AHSians, I feel restrained and stuff like that. With my old 6/6 buddies, it's like, no borders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was nice while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did badly for CA2. Quite bad. I SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, don't wanna talk about my Paper 1, so TTFN for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115702052852779721?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115702052852779721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115702052852779721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115702052852779721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115702052852779721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/08/yayyy.html' title='YAYYY!!!'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115691053487489830</id><published>2006-08-30T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T12:02:14.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I mean, how d they even get it on?!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm not at school. AGAIN. Anyway, school won't even be at school. Yes. School, won't be at, well, school. Okay, fine. There's no school today. Instead we had this stupid Guiness record breaking thing that will be held at Tampines somewhere. I didn't go, obviously, and I think it's a wu liao thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I was just wondering, how do guys wear garters? I mean, not many of you have seen a uy wearing a pair of garters, and a garter belt, but seriously, HOW DO THEY GET THE DAMN THING ON?! Really, the garter belt is like stuck in between your butt to help hold the garter up. And garters...well...It's this thing that goes around your thigh to hold your stockings up. BUT HOW DO GUYS ACTUALLY WEAR IT?! I don't understand! *shakes Uruha, Shun, Kisaki and various garter-wearing guys and demands an answer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh heh. That's not really what was getting me so worked up. It's more of how can they wear garters and look good?! And how they can move around and headbang in it. Imagine something stuck up your butt and something wrapped tightly around your thigh, and you're trying to move around freely. Impossible, and not to mention improbable! They must like feeling uncomfortable, but do you think they care? NOOOO, because they're look hot and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of nonsense, I've been blabbering about lately. Kisaki's harem...Guys in corsets...Guys in garters.... Gaahhh! Well, in VK, just when you thought you've seen it all, POOF! Soemthing else, newer and most likely more interesting pops up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think guys in garters look good. Toshiya...Kisaki...Shun...Jui...Giru...URUHA and what's this? NAO-CHAN?! Who'd have known the innocent little Saga-lover would also wear garters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough ranting. I'm being stupid here. Very stupid, simply moronic. So, TTFN for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably not gonna marry when I grow up cos, let's face it, I think guys in women's undergarments look better than Uhmm...Errr...Some guy from Hollywood. Unless of course, I marry one of THOSE guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I miss the old Kagrra, and their fishnet stocking and kimono look. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115691053487489830?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115691053487489830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115691053487489830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115691053487489830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115691053487489830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-mean-how-d-they-even-get-it-on.html' title='I mean, how d they even get it on?!'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115677218439922941</id><published>2006-08-28T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:51:02.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna kill Kisaki and claim i'm his heir.</title><content type='html'>Oh, hi there. I was just uh...plotting. Just plotting about normal stuff. Such as killing Kisaki so that I can tell him numerous lovers in his harem that I'm his heir. His lovers, are *ahem* male, imagine all the fun he has. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that he has a FREAKING HAREM?! FILLED WITH HIS uh....1, 2, 3, 4...How many lovers? I GIVE UP. A WHOLE LOTTA PRETTY MEN?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still counting...HE HAS 37. OMGWTFBBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, is it even possible??? 37. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty-seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San shi qi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San jyuu nana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiga puloh tujoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a whole of pretty men. a whole freaking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous. KISAKI. HAS. TERO. AND. I LIKE. TERO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know you're just wondering how this Kisaki dude looks, with his &lt;s&gt;wives&lt;/s&gt;, I mean husbands. And I shall be nice and stick this insanely huge picture here. Click on it. You know you want to. &amp;amp; it'll open up in a new window too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisaki is the one in the front row. Yeah, right over there. In the centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Blog%20stuff/kisakiandhisharem.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="alt: ''" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4601/1659/400/kisaki%27s%20harem%20-%20%5BUNDER%20CODE%5D%20PRODUCTIONS.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the 'girl' in the spider web dress. Doncha just wanna KICK AND HAUL HIS SORRY BUTT OUTTA THAT PIC AND PUT YOURSELF THERE INSTEAD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. But I'm just too green with envy to think about anything else. That's it for now. TTFn then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KISAKI, TIME TO MEET YOUR MAKER!~ BWAHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115677218439922941?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115677218439922941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115677218439922941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115677218439922941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115677218439922941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-gonna-kill-kisaki-and-claim-im-his.html' title='I&apos;m gonna kill Kisaki and claim i&apos;m his heir.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115674448703076542</id><published>2006-08-28T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T14:01:27.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just realised something regarding the previous post...</title><content type='html'>Oookay. I'm back about something regarding the previous post. I just found out that the term 'Androgynous Japanese guys wearing corsets are hawt.' is, unfortunately, not understood by some people. Here are the list of meanings: *flips through dictionary*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Androgynous - adj&lt;br /&gt;• having both male and female characteristics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese - adj&lt;br /&gt;• of or relating to or characteristic of Japan or its people or their culture or language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy - noun&lt;br /&gt;• an informal term for a youth or man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure all of you know what 'wearing' is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corset - noun&lt;br /&gt;• a woman's tight-fitting undergarment used to make the waist look smaller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawt - adj&lt;br /&gt;•another version of the word 'hot', meaning sexually excited or exciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, 'Androgynous Japanese guys wearing corsets are hawt' can be translated to 'Men from Japan who look like women wearing a woman's tight fitting undergarment are sexually enticing.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said right? Anyway, I'm back from school early cos I wasn't feeling to good, so anyway, TTFN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that androgynous Japanese guys wearing corsets, fishnet stockings, garters and garter belts are much sexier?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115674448703076542?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115674448703076542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115674448703076542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115674448703076542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115674448703076542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-realised-something-regarding.html' title='Just realised something regarding the previous post...'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115668724391802949</id><published>2006-08-27T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:00:43.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This, in one word, is HOT.</title><content type='html'>Oh I'm just bored and felt this sticking this here cos it's too hot not to be shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4601/1659/320/aki%2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4601/1659/320/aki%2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not superficial. Just thought you 'normal' people might find it interesting to see an androgynous Japanese dude wearing a corset. Quite amazing, come to think of it. His back is how smooth and how white? His shoulder blades are just perfect, his arms are nice and shapely too. And I feel like smacking his butt to see how firm it is. O_O  I'm sorry. I hadn't meant to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Aki from SID, BTW. And TTFN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you don't drool all over your keyboard once you get used to the shocking reality that that's a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drool comes pouring out like a waterfall* *drool drool drool* *computer short circuits* BZZZT! *dies from electric shock*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115668724391802949?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115668724391802949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115668724391802949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115668724391802949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115668724391802949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-in-one-word-is-hot.html' title='This, in one word, is HOT.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115658124848184580</id><published>2006-08-26T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T23:36:21.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The eleven people quiz!</title><content type='html'>THAT 11 people survey&lt;br /&gt;Name 11 people you can think of RIGHT now in your head&lt;br /&gt;1. Jui&lt;br /&gt;2. Abi&lt;br /&gt;3. Eunice&lt;br /&gt;4. Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;5. Adeline&lt;br /&gt;6. Y-Lynn&lt;br /&gt;7. Aoi&lt;br /&gt;8. Uruha&lt;br /&gt;9. Ruki&lt;br /&gt;10. KISAKI&lt;br /&gt;11. Shun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1. How did you meet 10?&lt;br /&gt;We haven't met. I just happened to see a pic of him in some random magazine. But whatever, KISAKI-SAMA ROXORZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2. What would you have happened to you if you have NEVER met 2?&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, I don't know who'd I'd be! Always giving a listening ear to whatever I have to say, even if it's just ramblings on YOU-KNOW-WHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3.What would you do if 9 and 11 dated?&lt;br /&gt;Erm...Ruki and JUN? DATE? I think I would have gone nutz by then. It's really unlikelely though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4.Do you like 7?&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE. I don't realy care what others say about him actually. I think he's PERFECT. Did I mention that he knows kendo, and that he's a surfer AND a pro guitarist who can speak 3 dialects? Hmmm. I guess you already know that I am head over heels in love with the guy eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5.Would 5 and 6 make good couple?&lt;br /&gt;They're not lesbians. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6.Describe 3?&lt;br /&gt;A nice caring person who's got a great sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q7.Do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;br /&gt;YES, and I hate his freaking guts for it cos he's prettier than me. But then again, he's a great guy, so you can't hate him for long anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q8.Tell me something about 2.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. SHE'S MY BESTEST BEST FRIEND IN THE ENTIRE WORLD! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q9.Do you know any of 4's family?&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Her dad, her mum, her 2 brothers, her cousins, her grandparents...and that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q10.What's 5's favourite things?&lt;br /&gt;Winnie-the-Pooh aka her husband, PRINCE OF TENNIS, Deathnote, Gundam Seed/Destiny...COCA COLA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q11.What would you do if 3 confesses he/she likes you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Eunice is lesbian, so I don't have to worry 'bout anything yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q12.What languages does 6 speak?&lt;br /&gt;Mostly English, but Chinese and some dialect and Japanese as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q13.Who is 9 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;Currently, no one that I know of. *shakes Ruki* SPEAK, YOU DEMENTED LITTLE MAN, SPEAK ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q14.How old is 8 now?&lt;br /&gt;25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q15.When was the last time you talked to 1?&lt;br /&gt;Oh never have. Jui's Mr Velvet Voice, aka the vocalist of the really sexy band Vidoll. Do you think I'd ever be able to talk to him? Besides that, there's a MAJOR language barrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q16.What is 2's favourite band//singer?&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Abi doesn't listen to much stuff, although she does like the soundtrack of Howl's Moving Castle and Gundam Seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q17.Would you ever date 7?&lt;br /&gt;DU-UH.  Of course I would. I mean, I did say something about this earlier right? PLUS, wouldn't it be better if we were to get married? -_-"   *chants* I will not swoon. I will not get mushy. I will not get sappy. I will not rant on anymore about about him. *chants*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q18.Would you ever date 11?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.... Provided if he's a nice dude, and covers up his tattoos when he comes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q19.Have you ever seen 2 naked?&lt;br /&gt;She may be my best friend, but we've never seen each other in the nude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115658124848184580?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115658124848184580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115658124848184580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115658124848184580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115658124848184580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/08/eleven-people-quiz.html' title='The eleven people quiz!'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115649946482953176</id><published>2006-08-25T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T11:39:39.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LET'S ALL REBEL!</title><content type='html'>Okay, yes! I'm back, and don't worry, I'll type in a proper manner this time. No more dorky sentences, no more weird 'Haruya-desu this', or 'Haruya-desu that'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually posting on very serious matters. Very very serious, in fact. The first thing is probably more concerning me, as well as the entire student body. The second is quite poisonous. The third is way more serious, and I fear that I may get expelled when I do report it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing: I'm probably gonna write a petition and send it to the MOE, regarding holiday HW. Many many many many many many many many of us have soooooooooooooooo much HW during the school hols that's impossible to tell if it really is a holiday or a self-study period cos every teacher in the school has te flu and HW is sent through the Internet. I'm not trying to impose a 'No-HW' rule for hols, but enough is really enough. Just throw us 2 or 3 book reports. a few Math problems. No more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm still deciding how effective this will be. I mean, how many are actually gonna sign it? Is the MOE even gonna read it? How many people are actually up for this idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after asking around, I"ve found out that AHS students actually like the idea of being bombarded with HW. I'm not saying we shouldn't have HW, but just enough to keep our minds in good working order so that your brain isn't so full of grey cotton wool or slush when school restarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why the MOE? Cos of the fxxked up parents. The parents of some kids are so kiasu. And they want not only their child to suffer, for the rest of the kids! The problem will Singaporean kids is that they rely on teachers too much. When they don't do ebough HW, they just get bad results. Then their unhappy parents go complaining that their child doesn't have enough HW. The MOE therefore wants all schools to give holiday HW. But those who don't want the HW get pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's why I've decided take a step forward, and tell the MOE it's not the teachers' faults, but the parents' faults because they can always buy assessment books for their kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads to the second one. Poisonous, this one is. Well, like I've said, Singaporean kids have the worst general knowledge I've ever seen. EVER. Even for music. They only know the current singer/band who's the most popular then, and don't bother to look for other BETTER STUFF besides freaking slutty pop stars who can't sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed this, that few I know actually knows who Hezbollah is. Do you? Hezbollah? THEY'RE ALL OVER THE NEWS, AND NO, THEY'RE NOT A BAND. They're more of a group of militants who deserve to die. But what's the point of telling my schoolmates when they don't know ANY form of current affairs that's gotta do with government and society instead of the freakin' media?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being perfectly serious here. Really. Nowadays, science books that doesn't have to do with the school curriculum aren't read anymore! Eevryone just read textbooks, textbooks and textbooks, besides the occasional novel. But that's besides the point. What I'm trying to say is that truly, we need to brush up on current affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of having a freakin' art/music exam, (which is totally unfair cos if you're bad at drawing, you're bad at drawing. If you're tone deaf, you can't help it either.), AHS MUST HAVE A CURRENT AFFAIRS TEST LIKE SCGS. So what if you're brilliant when it comes to studies, but don't know who Tony Blair is? Well, thanks to The N00b, it won't happen cos she's a biased freak,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this brings us to our last and final topic: The N00b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure those who are from AHS will know who The N00b is. Yes, I know Sec 1s are n00bish, but The N00b is just THE ULTIMATE N00B. The one who sits in the General office and is mostly MIA, except during important events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. none other than Dr. Boon. I'm here to enlighten you on a few aspects of The N00b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't noticed this already you're either &lt;s&gt;an idiot&lt;/s&gt; a bit slow or you're one of the sports class students. 'This' is the fact that The N00b is a biased freako, who likes the sports class a whole much more than the SPECIAL PEOPLE, let alone we express students. If those of you who attended the 50th Anniversary celebration (which is a stupid event, cos St. Hilda's is already 72 and Raffles more than double of 50), The N00b was praising the sports players so much you'd think she was a fxxking idiot who could only talk about sports. Oh wait, she is, I eman only for the fxxking idiot part, because she talks more nonsense than about sports. But anyway, PERFORMING ARTS ARE JUST AS IMPORTANT, IF NOT MORE THAN BLOODY SPORTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not jealous, mind you. I'm trying to convey my point that there should be fairness. Concert Band has every right to be raving mad with The N00b. Last year, they got not only Gold for SYF, but Gold WITH HONOURS. Which, FYI is the 'BESTEST' award in the SYF competition. But what did The N00b say? 'Concert band did us proud.' That's it. WITH NO ELABORATION. Screwed up woman who can't tell Scotland from Ireland and even said that they were the same when the fact is that the Scots have been at war with the Irish for a very very very long time. And she's a GEOG GRADUATE. For pete's sake, she's really a fxxking idiot who talks nonsense! And performing arts are not getting enough credit. WE ARE NOT, DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT. Must I hack into the AHS school website and put that in a font this &lt;span style="font-size:181;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; before they will finally understand that we aren't blind to the prejudice nature of it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean really, I'm not even feeling a twinge of guilt while blabbering all this horrible but true stuff about The N00b. She has done NOTHING that will help the school. She has not made any form of IMPACT. She has not proven herself to be a PRINCIPAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you don't see me in school, it's not because I've become like Victor, but because I've probably gotten expelled. Oh wait, that won't happen either cos AHS is too scared to lose face BY EXPELLING STUDENTS, EVEN IF THEY ARE REAL STINKERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 'nuff said. TTFN. And to remind you, every single thing I've typed out here is TRUE. Anf the truth is often &lt;s&gt;stranger&lt;/s&gt; scarier than fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the random friendly cabby who gave me the idea of writing the petition. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115649946482953176?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115649946482953176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115649946482953176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115649946482953176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115649946482953176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/08/lets-all-rebel.html' title='LET&apos;S ALL REBEL!'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115649482688479088</id><published>2006-08-25T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T22:24:13.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>This is a blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog post was posted by Haruya.-desu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog post was posted by Haruya-desu from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog post was posted by Haruya-desu from home after the English Oral Examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruya-desu doesn't think she did well for orals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruya-desu doesn't think she did well for orals while listening to Vidoll's Deathmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidoll's Deathmate is one of Haruya-desu's all time favourite songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of Haruya-desu's favourite songs is alice nine.'s Q. and the GazettE's Anti Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruya-desu thinks that the name change from Gazette to the GazettE is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruya-desu also thinks that she is digressing way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Haruya-desu also mention she loves Maggi mashed potato and that she's eating it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruya-desu feels that Victor should really come back to school unless he wnats to fail every single subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruya-desu knows that some people say that she and Victor look like twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruya-desu already knows that, and kind of agress with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruya-desu is getting sick of writing a blog post in this manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruya-desu says TTFN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruya-desu is still pondering what kind of marks she would get if she were to write like this during English Paper 1 next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115649482688479088?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115649482688479088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115649482688479088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115649482688479088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115649482688479088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/08/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115632490604489174</id><published>2006-08-23T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T17:21:46.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahah. Now that's what I call true love!</title><content type='html'>Yes yes people.... A lotta you are pissed off due to the fact that I have a freakin' password system for my blog and that you can't get through to read my rantings and blabberings etc...And the fact that you always see Jason Lee's face aka Earl Hickey when you try to guess the password. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now...Enough of that really. Ahhh...What did I want to say...OH YES OH YES! I WANNA BCEOME A ROADIE WHEN I GROW UP! YAY! I'm gonna become either an alice nine. roadie, a GazettE roadie or a Vidoll roadie! Isn't it exciting? I mean, it's your job, and you get to chat with the band, watch concerts from backstage...Did I mention that you can also fool around with the band??? YES YES YES! The problem is...Roadies are 96% MALE. Uh-huh. And most bands want MALE roadies. *wails* WHY?! WHY WHY WHY?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* Okay. I apologise for the sudden outburst, but I can't help it! I WANNA BECOME A ROADIE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(read: Roadie is actually a person who helps the band set up their equipment, helps with the transport etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. What else...Oh yes! I got 2nd highest for Geography! 23/25! I'M SO FREAKING HAPPY COS I SPENT AN HOUR READING THROUGH! Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news...I think I'm gonna fail History. I SUCK. I'm horrendous when it comes to history. Heck, I can't even remember anything that happened 1 week ago. *_*  Like I said, I SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Rame and Giru are such a sweet couple. They look so cute together. *sigh* I'm sure that Rame has a crush on Giru. I'm sure of it! Oh wait...It's pretty obvious huh? Well, 'nuff said. I just can't believe how good they look next to each other! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...It's almost tme for tuition, so TTFN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my mum will approve of me being a roadie. -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115632490604489174?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115632490604489174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115632490604489174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115632490604489174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115632490604489174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/08/ahah-now-thats-what-i-call-true-love.html' title='Ahah. Now that&apos;s what I call true love!'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115607195708626130</id><published>2006-08-20T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T19:05:57.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF is your problem?</title><content type='html'>Yet another one of my 'disapproval' posts, which means that is arrowed at a certain someone or a certain group of someones. Well, please don't offended, cos this fxxking person is seriously getting on everybody's nerves in class. And by the looks of it, by the time you finish reading this post, you'll probably have a pretty good idea who the fxxking person is. Please ignore the vulgarities, cos I just can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, like that stupid fxxking attitude of yours is annoying people. Who do you think you are? The bloody form teacher? Just because Zheng Lao Shi isn't around, you think you can go all teacher-like on us???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FXXK IS YOUR BLODY PROBLEM, YOU FXXKING BITCH??? You think you're in charge, is that it? YOU'RE BLOODY EFFING NOT. YOU'RE JUST THE FREAKING MONITRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that telling us to do duty was bad enough, but after what happened on Friday, is too much for me to keep my mouth shut about your effing attitude. Yuo take the Sit-And-Reach resuls, then you not happy because people can stretch more than you, then you degrade their marks. WHAT THE FXXK IS WWRONG WITH YOUR BRAIN??? INFERIORITY COMPLEX, IZZIT? YOU GOT PROBLEM WITH PEOPLE BEING BETTER THAN YOU? Just ebcause you're the monitress doesn't mean you can do this to us. BE FAIR LAH, YOU FAT ASSHOLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about duty, always ask us to do. The comittee doesn't need to do, I'm perfectly fine with that cos the comittee is ahrdworking. BUT YOU, YOU AH.... You're a bloody biased freak who's prejudice towards other DIFFERENT PEOPLE. Then you're bias towards your DEAR LITTLE FRIENDS. When they don't wanna do their duty, you just let them be. THEN WHAT ABOUT US??? YOU FXXKING FINE US WITH BLOODY FINES, THAT'S WHAT. Not 10 cents, not 20 cents...BUT A WHOLE FREAKING $1.50. EVEN THE TEACHERS DON'T FINE US THAT MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GET BACK TO REALITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care anymore. You're not a teacher. you're not in charge. You're no commander of us. You're a loser. You're a fxxking megalomaniac, that's what you are.. I bet YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. It's a PATHOLOCIAL EGOTIST. Oh wait, YOU STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS, SO SHUT YOUR MOUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of people are already fed up with you, so you'd better change your freaking attitude. I swear, you might be a good student, BUT YOU'RE A LOUSY CLASS LEADER WHO DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO TAKE OPINIONS. STOP TRYING TO BE GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 'nuff said. I'm quite sure you know who this person is, cos it's just obvious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Megalomaniac means a pathological egotist. In other words, a selfish and conceited person who is always craving for power and glory in an unhealthy way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115607195708626130?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115607195708626130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115607195708626130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115607195708626130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115607195708626130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/08/wtf-is-your-problem.html' title='WTF is your problem?'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115595266886912564</id><published>2006-08-19T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T12:14:15.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 'anti'-a lot of things.</title><content type='html'>Good morning! Many are still snoozing their butts off, unaware that that slept at 1.45am, and woke up at 8am. Well, anyway, being my zombie self, it doesn't really matter, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm anti-a-lot-of-things. I'm anti-sec1, anti-CCA, anti-Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the first two, I know people have got my back, so...LET'S HAVE A CRUSADE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This years sec1s are so bloody spoilt. They have attitude problems. They don't know respect. I mean like, for God's sake, even punks know respect. Yeah, so we might be anarchist, but we KNOW respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sec1s are also a buncha smartasses. One told me that EMINEM and SIMPLE PLAN was METAL MUSIC. I died. Wait, I can't die cos I'm already dead.... Ah, you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are a few who have a completely whacked AP, even worse than me. I don't freaking care if you want to be an Anarchist like your senior here, YOU BLOODY RESPECT YOUR SENIORS. EVERY SINGLE ONE. YOU FXXKING BETTER SHOW SOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During CCA day, when you choose your CCAs, some of them had such HORRENDOUS attitudes. A girl from Dance Society gave this sec1 a pamphlet. Guess what she did. She tore the it in front of her seniors' face. Then also during CCA day also, a lotta them just ignored the seniors who were trying to introduce their CCAs to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theyr'e spoilt as well. Cos they didn't listen to what their seniors were saying to them on CCA day, they chose the wrong CCA. Then they go crying to mama and papa and ask their parents to change CCA for them. Like, WTF. You wanna change CCA, go do it yourself. And it's their fault anyway. DISRESPECT YOUR SENIORS SOME MORE LAH, ASSHOLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, anti-CCA. I HATE CCA. IT'S A BLOODY WASTE OF OUR FREAKING TIME. I mean, CCA should be voluntary. No point going to the freaking thing if we don't even have the heart to go. CCA should be something we like. We don't go just for the sake of getting a better chance of going to a good JC and that kinda shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think schools should abolish CCAs. They should just make CCA voluntary. They shouldn't force us, cos admit it, how much good is it doing us? We're just going there for the reason because for most of us, we're being forced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Anarchist = Anti-Pop. 'Nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115595266886912564?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115595266886912564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115595266886912564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115595266886912564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115595266886912564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-anti-lot-of-things.html' title='I&apos;m &apos;anti&apos;-a lot of things.'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30639978.post-115589052206655773</id><published>2006-08-18T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T16:42:02.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot...</title><content type='html'>OH OH OH!!! Remember just a few days ago I posted that I'm late to collect MY September issue of Fool's Mate? I'M NOT I'M NOT I'M NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it hasn't even arrived here yet. Tomorrow they'll be sent to Kinokuniya, so BWAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I already say it was the terrorists' fault for the late shipment? I didn't? Let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, a bomb was found in the London airport. As a result, all flights were delayed. And everything around the world was all muddled up. Therefore, the plane that was supposed to fly the magazines in was also held back, and that is why the magazines are...5 days late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to really hate terrorists, BUT NOW I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY x1000000 HATE THEM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh heh. Overeacting again. -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30639978-115589052206655773?l=bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/feeds/115589052206655773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30639978&amp;postID=115589052206655773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115589052206655773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30639978/posts/default/115589052206655773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodstained-velvet.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-forgot.html' title='I forgot...'/><author><name>春夜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676761357689989465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/saiyukigang/Ruki-Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
