<?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-4015293245141917464</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:18:18.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-8110102813766910820</id><published>2009-07-28T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:50:12.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog! - Chapter 44.</title><content type='html'>Either look under my profile, or go to kamiinuni.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new blog to document my cool university life. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people start over fresh by going to a whole new school, I do that AND make up a new blog. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is high school Kami, let's whip out adult Kamikins. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go check it out! D&lt; And I expect people to comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-8110102813766910820?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/8110102813766910820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=8110102813766910820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/8110102813766910820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/8110102813766910820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-blog-chapter-44.html' title='New blog! - Chapter 44.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-7820031152051063081</id><published>2009-07-02T16:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:26:15.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song In Process - Chapter 43.</title><content type='html'>Just let me sing myself to sleep~&lt;br /&gt;Cause once morning comes I know~&lt;br /&gt;You won't love me any longer, any longer~&lt;br /&gt;Only a lullaby could be as sweet~&lt;br /&gt;As how we once used to be~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember, do you remember~&lt;br /&gt;That solem day last December~&lt;br /&gt;When we promised this would last forever~&lt;br /&gt;How did we just let it go~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a dream~&lt;br /&gt;Something so soft, and full and free~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-7820031152051063081?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/7820031152051063081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=7820031152051063081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/7820031152051063081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/7820031152051063081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2009/07/song-in-process-chapter-43.html' title='Song In Process - Chapter 43.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-8805097955666839094</id><published>2009-06-27T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:54:07.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAYYY~! - Chapter 42</title><content type='html'>i got a laptop n.n&lt;br /&gt;her name is lappy-chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love her. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-8805097955666839094?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/8805097955666839094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=8805097955666839094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/8805097955666839094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/8805097955666839094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2009/06/yayyy-chapter-42.html' title='YAYYY~! - Chapter 42'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-2141732904257124687</id><published>2009-05-11T04:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T04:50:54.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POKEMON NEWS! - Chapter 41.</title><content type='html'>So as we all fucking know.&lt;br /&gt;I love pokemon.&lt;br /&gt;K?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEART GOLD AND SOUL SILVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMING TO THE NON-FUCKING-LUCKY-ASS-BASTARDS-ASIAN WORLD IN 2010!&lt;br /&gt;BUY IT.&lt;br /&gt;I will ;___;&lt;br /&gt;=plays Platinum like maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POKEMON FTW.&lt;br /&gt;POKEMON FTWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU GET TO HAVE YOUR STARTER WALK WITH YOU LIKE PIKACHU FROM YELLOW.&lt;br /&gt;TOOK THEM TEN YEARS!&lt;br /&gt;And the graphics are on par with Diamon/Pearl and Platinum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more updates on it when I get more info. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4DDps8bHDo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/d4DDps8bHDo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=RUNS TO PLAY PLATINUM.= @____@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx-&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing a bit better, by the way.. XD....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-2141732904257124687?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/2141732904257124687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=2141732904257124687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/2141732904257124687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/2141732904257124687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2009/05/pokemon-news-chapter-41.html' title='POKEMON NEWS! - Chapter 41.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-6495460681210768614</id><published>2009-05-02T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:22:03.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What..? - Chapter 40.</title><content type='html'>I think there's something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For awhile, I've had no motivation for anything.&lt;br /&gt;I've felt empty and dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do work, I can't talk to people, can't reply to messages.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting emotionless again.&lt;br /&gt;I can draw very rarely.&lt;br /&gt;I can fake at school until I'm alone or at home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been over-working myself on my sculpture, yet I feel no passion or creativity anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare at the wall, or at anything for such long periods of time that so many things go on that I don't even notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in the morbning wanting to never get up.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to come online, or see anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel loved, I just feel empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-6495460681210768614?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/6495460681210768614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=6495460681210768614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/6495460681210768614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/6495460681210768614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-chapter-40.html' title='What..? - Chapter 40.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-5822469801893272744</id><published>2009-04-24T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T04:47:33.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WITCH DOCTERRR - Chapter 39.</title><content type='html'>OOH EEH OOH AAH AAHH&lt;br /&gt;TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG!&lt;br /&gt;OOH EEH OOH AAH AAHH&lt;br /&gt;TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOLD THE WITCH DOCTOR I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU~. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYgOlqinH7A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH IT DDD&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And omfg. o_o&lt;br /&gt;Alvin &amp;amp; The Chipmunk music is really good...&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted. XD;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'mma try and post more. &gt;.&gt; Once I get my laptop for my birthday/graduation.. In June. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I AM EDITING MY LAYOUT DD&lt; So stfu that it's kinda..&lt;br /&gt;ASLRhzseljgtnergrthjy&lt;br /&gt;Cos I dun have much time to edit it. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-5822469801893272744?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/5822469801893272744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=5822469801893272744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/5822469801893272744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/5822469801893272744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2009/04/witch-docterrr-chapter-39.html' title='WITCH DOCTERRR - Chapter 39.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-7718980246184861891</id><published>2009-03-27T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:00:53.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't life /grand/? - Chapter 38.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mom found out about Shugo and I.&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's trying her best to split it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to feel guilty for dating someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- it's fake it's fake it's fake&lt;br /&gt;you're only in love with words&lt;br /&gt;he's cheating on you --&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry for the lack of posting lately.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haven't been feeling up to it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-7718980246184861891?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/7718980246184861891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=7718980246184861891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/7718980246184861891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/7718980246184861891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2009/03/x-chapter-38.html' title='Ain&apos;t life /grand/? - Chapter 38.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-629523717671169458</id><published>2009-02-14T07:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T07:07:47.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh snap! - Chapter 37.</title><content type='html'>I woke up coughing up blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t life just &lt;em&gt;grand&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-629523717671169458?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/629523717671169458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=629523717671169458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/629523717671169458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/629523717671169458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-snap-chapter-37_14.html' title='Oh snap! - Chapter 37.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-5718229894030583815</id><published>2009-01-13T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T04:39:40.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh. Thing. XD - Chapter 36.</title><content type='html'>A bit late, but whatever. XD&lt;br /&gt;haven't been updating much. Been busy. =-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GoodBye 08 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES OR NO:&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you had any relationships this year? Yup. o.o For the whole year, minus three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you had your birthday yet? June &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Drank Starbucks? No. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Went Camping? Hellz noez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Met someone special? Mm.. Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Been out of country? Too poor. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you thinking about? That I’m too lazy to do my project, and that I want cuddles. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How many people have you gotten into a fight with this year? Fist fights? None.. Verbal lashings? A few. o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1,) Hugged someone? Yush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Slept in someone else's bed? No. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Got a job? Yep. Cat sitting count? XD And library stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Loaned out money? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Gotten in a car accident? Haven’t been inside of a car for two years..? At least..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Gone over your mobile phone bill? Nu. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Been called a bitch? Everyday. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Done something you regret? Yeah, a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hugged? Shugo. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person to call you? Shugo. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you felt stupid? This weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last yell at? My dad. &gt;.&gt; I was ranting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today? I woke up and did a project. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE FACTS :&lt;br /&gt;01. Natural hair color? Uhh. Black/chocolate brown/orange? It changes.. oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Initials? KMKM. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Eye color? Gray/blue-gray/blue/green/green-gray/silver. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Height: 5”1’-5”3’? &gt;.&gt; I might have grown..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Pets: Right now? Four guinea pigs (One’s a rescue.. Had eight before @@), two cats, fish, and snakes. Frogs too I think? Dunno.. Live in the tank. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Mood: Really, really, really tired and kinda clingy. o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Where would you rather be? In bed. &gt;.&gt; or wiff Shu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was the last thing you drank? Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Have you ever been in love: Uh.. Yuh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. do you believe in love? To say yes to the above question, wouldn’t I have to believe in it? &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Why did your LAST relationship fail? Because of the opposite party being overly jealous and not wanting to be together ‘cos it hurt too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Have you ever been heartbroken: Once or twice I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Have you broken someones heart? Yeah. But she was a bitch, so whatever. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Have you ever fallen for your best friend? All the time. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Have you ever liked someone but never told them? Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Are you afraid of commitment? No. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Have you been in more than 5 serious relationships? I haven’t been in five. &gt;.&gt; only like.. three or four.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMOTIONS&lt;br /&gt;01. Are you missing someone right now? Yuhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Are you happy? Mmm, yeah. Guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Are you eating anything? No. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Do you like someone right now? Yeah. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. If you could have anything, what would it be? A teleportation machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was your first prom date? Never been, but probably wont get a prom date. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you still talk to your first love? Yeah. Every day. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was your first alcoholic drink? Rum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was your first job? The lady across the street where I’d water her garden. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was your first car? Ew.. Cars..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was the first person to text you today? Shugo. xD Like every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who is the first person you thought of this morning? Shugo. &gt;.&gt; I’m noticing a pattern..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was your first grade teacher? Ms. Card.. Or Ms. Crawford. &gt;.&gt; Crawford left on baby leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane? Never been on an airplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When you snuck out of your house for the first time,who was it with? Never snuck out. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where was your first sleep over? My neighbor’s kid, Jenny or something. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who was the first person you talked to today? My family. &gt;_&gt; Unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Whose wedding were you in the first time? Never been to a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What was the first thing you did this morning? Did my laundry. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What was the first concert you ever went to? Never been to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. First tattoo or piercing? My ears. They were pierced when I was only three days old. xD Traditional European thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. First foreign country you went to? None. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who was the last girl/guy you kissed? Shugo. &gt;///&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. When was your first detention? Grade seven I think.. Maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What was the first province you lived in? Ontario. o.o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who was the first person to really break your heart? Shu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who was your first roommate? Uhh. If you count sleeping in the same room ‘cos of being poor.. Then my dad and little brother. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY&lt;br /&gt;1 Who did you meet on new years? No one &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Did you have a New Year's Resolution this year? Stop getting sad and jealous over stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;3 Does it snow where you live? Way too much.. &lt;br /&gt;4 Do you like hot chocolate? Very much.&lt;br /&gt;5 Have you ever been to Times Square to watch the ball drop? That’s not in Canada. &gt;.&gt; Why a ball? Why not something cool, like a panda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY&lt;br /&gt;1 Who was your Valentine? Shu.&lt;br /&gt;2 When you were little did you buy Valentine's for the whole class? Yes. xD&lt;br /&gt;3 Do you care if the grounddhog sees its shadow or not? Nope. Poor hoggie..&lt;br /&gt;4 What did you receive for valentine's day? Nothing. xD I think o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH&lt;br /&gt;1 Are you irish? Apparently. Oo; Though my mom denies it.&lt;br /&gt;2 Do you like corned beef and cabbage? Ew no.&lt;br /&gt;3 What did you do for St Patrick's Day? Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;4 Are you happy when winter is pretty much over? Kinda, I love winter air. So crisp and fresh &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL&lt;br /&gt;1 Do you like the rain? Yeah, but only when it’s heavy.&lt;br /&gt;2 Did you play an April fool's joke on anyone? Nahh. Hate that day.&lt;br /&gt;3 Do you get tons of candy for Easter? Yes. &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;4 Did you celebrate 4/20? this year? Uhh. No. XD I don’t do that shit.&lt;br /&gt;5 Do you love the month of April? I hate it. Dead best friend’s birthday month. -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY&lt;br /&gt;1 What is your favorite flower? Butterfly bush. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;2 Finish the phrase "April showers…": Are wet?&lt;br /&gt;3 Do you celebrate May 16th: What’s that..? XD&lt;br /&gt;4 Is May anything special to you? My brother’s birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE&lt;br /&gt;1 What year did/will you graduate from high school? I’ll graduate this year. ^^&lt;br /&gt;2 Did you do anything fun during this month? Nahh. My birthday was cool though. xD&lt;br /&gt;3 Have a favorite baseball team? Nahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY&lt;br /&gt;1 What did you do on the 1th of July? It was.. A day?&lt;br /&gt;2 Did you go to the fireworks? No &gt;.&gt; Scary..&lt;br /&gt;3 Did you blast the A/C all day? Yes, it was freaking hot. xD&lt;br /&gt;4 Did you go on vacation? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST&lt;br /&gt;1 What was your favorite summer memory of '08? Secret~.&lt;br /&gt;2 Did you have a sunburn? Nope. Rarely went outside. XD Trying to get paler.&lt;br /&gt;3 Did you go to the pool a lot? Never! &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Were you ready for school at all? Yeah. Totally. I was really excited for my courses. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER&lt;br /&gt;1 Are you attending school? Yep.&lt;br /&gt;2 Do you like fall better than summer? Totally. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;3 What happened this month? I got dumped. &gt;_&gt; but I’m over that now. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER&lt;br /&gt;1 What was your last Halloween costume? Uhh.. I was a ninja pokemon trainer with a charmander =D&lt;br /&gt;2 What is your favorite candy? Too many yummies to decide! @_@&lt;br /&gt;3 What was your favorite thing(s) about this month? I made a new badass friend. =D Jackson is pretty badass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER&lt;br /&gt;1 Whose house did you go to for Thanksgiving? Both my mom’s and dad’s.&lt;br /&gt;2 What are you thankful for? Friends. o.o And for just. Special people. xD &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;3 Do you love stuffing? YES! @_@ My mom makes the best!&lt;br /&gt;4 Do you play any winter sports? I’m too unhealthy for that now. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;5 Do you like this month? It wasn’t too horrible. Had it’s ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER&lt;br /&gt;1 Do you celebrate Christmas? Yeah. =_=&lt;br /&gt;2 Have you ever been kissed under the mistletoe? Nope. D=&lt;br /&gt;3 Get anything special last year? Ipod? xD And a cute puppy stuffed animal. And Soul Calibur 4! &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 What do you want this year? To go visit Shu. D:&lt;br /&gt;5 What do you love most about December? Lack of school? xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-5718229894030583815?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/5718229894030583815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=5718229894030583815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/5718229894030583815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/5718229894030583815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2009/01/uh-thing-xd-chapter-36.html' title='Uh. Thing. XD - Chapter 36.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-1799358717790890044</id><published>2008-11-20T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:42:05.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day.. I'll make you smile.. - Charpter 35.</title><content type='html'>When I’m not with you, I feel so alone.&lt;br /&gt;But if all I do is bother you, then I would rather be lonely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This. is how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Don't say that it's over, I'd kill to be closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been hell.&lt;br /&gt;Happiest and worst days of my life so far.&lt;br /&gt;Almost left my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day.. I'll make you smile..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-1799358717790890044?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/1799358717790890044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=1799358717790890044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/1799358717790890044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/1799358717790890044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-day-ill-make-you-smile-charpter-35.html' title='One day.. I&apos;ll make you smile.. - Charpter 35.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-3298439315008700270</id><published>2008-11-03T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T04:34:44.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid fucking kami. - Chapter 34</title><content type='html'>._. i.. just.. it hurts now. i cant say i love eric, when i do. but i love him like a brother. but shugo's jealous of that. so i cant say it to eric. and it hurts shugo to say i love him. so if i say it to no one, who do i hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it better like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant i do anything right?&lt;br /&gt;i'm gunna jsut lose him again.&lt;br /&gt;and then i'll just start dying all over again.&lt;br /&gt;it's slow and painful&lt;br /&gt;but if it makes him happy..&lt;br /&gt;i'd do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i don't exist anymore, will i still hurt people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-3298439315008700270?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/3298439315008700270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=3298439315008700270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/3298439315008700270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/3298439315008700270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/11/stupid-fucking-kami-chapter-3.html' title='Stupid fucking kami. - Chapter 34'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-7230396988865082377</id><published>2008-10-18T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T15:54:23.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh.. - Chapter 33.</title><content type='html'>I said something like... "Sorry for being me.."&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;.Shugo//I've got a way to work this out sent 10/18/2008 6:31 PM:&lt;br /&gt;That's no reason to be sorry. I like it when you're you. *frenches* what i don't like is when you're sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;--.: Kazeru // Eric // Ore ha tsune ni Rei wo aisuru // It's not too late, it's never too late says (7:47 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;-Hides crotch from.- &gt;&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;--.: Etincelle says (7:48 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt; What did you do? Cut it off and put it in a box?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;--.: Kazeru // Eric // Ore ha tsune ni Rei wo aisuru // It's not too late, it's never too late says (7:50 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Turn my body away from joo &gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Win. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[21:13] --.: Etincelle: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Charmander's like you xD If he wont sleep with me, feels like you dun wanna either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[21:13] .Shugo//No...I AM GUNDAM!: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;I do =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[21:14] --.: Etincelle: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then talk some sense into him! D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[21:14] .Shugo//No...I AM GUNDAM!: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;*grabs charmander and strangles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[21:14] --.: Etincelle: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;;_; NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[21:14] .Shugo//No...I AM GUNDAM!: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;fine fine &gt;.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[21:14] .Shugo//No...I AM GUNDAM!: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;*lets go*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[21:15] --.: Etincelle: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;=takes him back and cuddles him.= ;o;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[21:15] --.: Etincelle: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My poor baby.. ;-; I said TALK not hurt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[21:16] .Shugo//No...I AM GUNDAM!: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[21:16] .Shugo//No...I AM GUNDAM!: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;not my fault..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[21:16] --.: Etincelle: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now D&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[21:16] --.: Etincelle: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;=sits him down beside joo.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[21:17] .Shugo//No...I AM GUNDAM!: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[21:17] .Shugo//No...I AM GUNDAM!: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;SLEEP WITH HER OR ELSE! *puts gun to charmanders head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[21:18] --.: Etincelle: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[21:18] --.: Etincelle: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Charmander: 8D =blank stare.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[21:18] .Shugo//No...I AM GUNDAM!: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[21:18] .Shugo//No...I AM GUNDAM!: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;NOT TALKING EH?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[21:18] .Shugo//No...I AM GUNDAM!: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;*cocks gun and smooshes it into Charmander's head more* WELL I KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[21:19] --.: Etincelle: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Charmander: 8D..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[21:19] .Shugo//No...I AM GUNDAM!: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[21:19] .Shugo//No...I AM GUNDAM!: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;BITCH! *pulls the trigger a few times... but forgot to load the gun*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[21:19] --.: Etincelle: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Charmander: 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[21:19] .Shugo//No...I AM GUNDAM!: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[21:19] .Shugo//No...I AM GUNDAM!: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;*punts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[21:19] .Shugo//No...I AM GUNDAM!: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU 8D NAO BITCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[21:19] --.: Etincelle: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;T____T =catches him.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[21:19] --.: Etincelle: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Charmander: 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-7230396988865082377?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/7230396988865082377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=7230396988865082377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/7230396988865082377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/7230396988865082377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/10/huh-chapter-33.html' title='Huh.. - Chapter 33.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-5840435313439615862</id><published>2008-10-09T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:36:58.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawl - Chapter 32.</title><content type='html'>Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;XD I finally got my weight.&lt;br /&gt;Soo.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be 115lbs.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm 94lbs. 8D&lt;br /&gt;YAY ME.&lt;br /&gt;Losing lotsa weight is funnn. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT!&lt;br /&gt;http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w193/RABIDMAGICPOOF/naruhina.jpg&lt;br /&gt;Cutest NaruHina sktechart evar!! xDD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--.: Etincelle says (7:11 PM):&lt;br /&gt;When you fall into a bottomless pit, you die of starvation.&lt;br /&gt;Kaboose&lt;3// Anyone wanna possibly come swimming on friday? [in class shh] says (7:12 PM):&lt;br /&gt;not unless you eat yourself  :o&lt;br /&gt;--.: Etincelle says (7:12 PM):&lt;br /&gt;Then you'd bleed to death. Before you could complete the eating process.&lt;br /&gt;Kaboose&lt;3// Anyone wanna possibly come swimming on friday? [in class shh] says (7:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;not if i ate my blood and made it go back insideee |: or if i suck it out and spit it back into my veins&lt;br /&gt;Kaboose&lt;3// Anyone wanna possibly come swimming on friday? [in class shh] says (7:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;-lame-&lt;br /&gt;--.: Etincelle says (7:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;C'EST IMPOSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;Kaboose&lt;3// Anyone wanna possibly come swimming on friday? [in class shh] says (7:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;NEVAR&lt;br /&gt;--.: Etincelle says (7:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;YESAR&lt;br /&gt;Kaboose&lt;3// Anyone wanna possibly come swimming on friday? [in class shh] says (7:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;NOO&lt;br /&gt;--.: Etincelle says (7:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;YESS&lt;br /&gt;Kaboose&lt;3// Anyone wanna possibly come swimming on friday? [in class shh] says (7:14 PM):&lt;br /&gt;anything is possible if you put your mind to ittt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA WATCH VAMPIRE KNIGHT GUILTY EPPY ONE BUT I HAVE TO WAIT. T___T&lt;br /&gt;BOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I gotta do a shit load of homework this weekend. e_e Ewww.&lt;br /&gt;Bee tee double you. ;D&lt;br /&gt;IT'S TURKEY DAY WEEKEND TOMORROW 8D&lt;br /&gt;Monday is Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-5840435313439615862?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/5840435313439615862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=5840435313439615862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/5840435313439615862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/5840435313439615862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/10/lawl-chapter-32.html' title='Lawl - Chapter 32.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-2121629270338110468</id><published>2008-10-06T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:33:24.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Hurts The Most - Chapter 31.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The world is colorless and lonely without you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just feel..&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, angry, upset, and empty.&lt;br /&gt;Guess..&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to push people away..&lt;br /&gt;So I don't hurt them and I'm alone..&lt;br /&gt;So.. Be happy.. Especially you, Sheep-Sheep.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louder, louder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The voices in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Whispers taunting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All the things you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Faster the days go by and I'm still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Stuck in this moment of wanting you here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In the blink of an eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You held my hand, you held me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'm still crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Shocked, broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm dying inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't leave me here on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Speak to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Be near me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't survive unless I know you're with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Shadows linger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Only to my eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I see you, I feel you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't leave my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's not fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just when I found my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They took you, they broke you, they tore out your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I miss you, you hurt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You left with a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mistaken, your sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Was hiding inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now all that's left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Are the pieces to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The mystery you kept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The soul behind a guise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Where are you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't leave me here on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Speak to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Be near me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't survive unless I know you're with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why did you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All these questions run through my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wish I couldn't feel at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Let me be numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm starting to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't leave me here on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Speak to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Be near me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't survive unless I know you're with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You were smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-2121629270338110468?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/2121629270338110468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=2121629270338110468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/2121629270338110468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/2121629270338110468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-hurts-most-chapter-31.html' title='What Hurts The Most - Chapter 31.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-5572548448443721206</id><published>2008-10-05T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:21:55.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Way Down - Chapter 30.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You don't have to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;Just call my name,&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay by your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y HALO THAR.&lt;br /&gt;HOW R U?&lt;br /&gt;I IZ GUD.&lt;br /&gt;KTHX.&lt;br /&gt;ILY.&lt;br /&gt;8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. o-o&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Life is cool.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed at a lot of people because they're pompous assholes. -_-&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick of listening to people bitch 24/7 and that's the only reason they talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise they ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;Or act like I'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;And they're better than me.&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;You kinda people suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're all I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're all I needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I won't forget the way you loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All that I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All that I needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; On the way down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you saved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; From myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I won't forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The way you loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; On the way down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I almost fell right through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I held onto you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BY THE WAY.&lt;br /&gt;EVENTUALLY I WILL CHANGE THIS DAMN TEMPLATE.&lt;br /&gt;To a more green one. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-5572548448443721206?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/5572548448443721206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=5572548448443721206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/5572548448443721206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/5572548448443721206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-way-down-chapter-30.html' title='On The Way Down - Chapter 30.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-492041066362034067</id><published>2008-10-03T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T04:41:33.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T3H STORY - Chapter 29.</title><content type='html'>My toes curled as I slowly slid through the darkened forest, not making a single sound as my feet padded along the ground. The wind whispered in my ears, telling me stories of the millions of years it traveled throughout the world, from culture to culture, learning new thing after new thing as it went on its mystical journey. And so I listened as I ran. And I ran and ran and ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was running for my life. The clock was ticking. And time was running out. How bloody cliché.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I slipped. And I went tumbling down, my face smacking in a pile of mud-stained leaves, my knees slicing into rocks, and I winced at the pain, but knew I needed to proceed onwards. Slowly, I slammed my hands down onto the ground, forcing myself up, and sprinted forward, trying my hardest to ignore the searing pain in my joints. Adrenaline was running out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My legs moved onwards automatically, my body becoming almost machine-like in my desperate run for salvation. And I breathed in gasping, and choking on oxygen as it entered my lungs, sucking in the gas too fast for my body to initiate its process of breathing. My heartbeat was racing faster than my feet hit the ground, and I stumbled on the slick foliage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I heard a low monotonous cackling behind me, growing louder and louder with each step I took. I couldn’t tell which direction it was coming from, I was delusional in my panicked state as the voice seemed to be coming from every direction. Up, down, everywhere. It seeped into my bones, chilling me to the core, rattling my soul in despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I felt something tugging at my skin and clothing, slowing me down further in my frantic sprint. I didn't have the breath in me to shriek in fear. But my pace was deteriorating before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The laughter grew louder and I was flung into a tree by the mysterious force, smashing my face into the wood, shattering my nose, and cracking my ribs. Blood gushed from my face, and slithered down my throat, and I choked on the liquid as it poured down my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Suddenly, the air grew thicker, and I struggled to breathe even more to satisfy my racing heart. My eyes dimmed, and the world slowly turned to a dark shade of crimson. I blinked to try and refocus to see where it was, where the thing chasing me was. A shallow mist formed bit by bit, and I sat up slightly, looking around, and wrapping an arm around my aching chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was lifted into the air, and turned around, my back being forced against the tree. Nails were driven into my arms, and I let out a piercing yelp as the pain shot through my whole body. The invisible force dug deep into my skin, and clawed chunks of flesh off, and tossed it to the ground without a care. My voice bellowed out with the pain over and over again, and even though my arms were attached to the great oak, I struggled with all my crumbling energy. But no matter how much I squirmed for freedom, I was glued to that damn tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The cackling never ceased, but only grew louder as my own voice did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked down to my knees, and shrieked with fright. Something was slicing through my skin, and pierced through to the bone. My voice rose in octave as I bellowed out from the pain as I watched as my knee was sliced off and dropped to the ground with a thud. The slices grew higher and higher, growing closer and closer to my torso and abdomen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”And now it’s time to cut off the fun parts.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And in the end, I screamed and screamed and screamed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-492041066362034067?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/492041066362034067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=492041066362034067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/492041066362034067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/492041066362034067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/10/t3h-story-chapter-28.html' title='T3H STORY - Chapter 29.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-5600147192683598670</id><published>2008-10-01T14:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:58:11.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt Guilt Guilt. - Chapter 28.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is more to this i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can make it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You will live to tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to fucking god there's something seriously wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;I mean. xD&lt;br /&gt;I finally got what i wanted, but i'm not happy because I feel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUILTY &lt;/span&gt;for having what I always wanted to keep.&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for her.&lt;br /&gt;She deserves happiness too.&lt;br /&gt;So..&lt;br /&gt;I keep contemplating on who's better for him.&lt;br /&gt;I want &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; happy too.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;Not like I've done anything to deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to give him up, but I feel guilty for having him when someone else wants him.&lt;br /&gt;This always happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Crystal started harassing me as to who I was dating. xD&lt;br /&gt;Literally.&lt;br /&gt;And she was trying to grab me and kidnap me to force me to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do love him.&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I want him happy.&lt;br /&gt;With or without me in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I need someone's opinion on this.. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're better than drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-5600147192683598670?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/5600147192683598670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=5600147192683598670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/5600147192683598670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/5600147192683598670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/10/guilt-guilt-guilt-chapter-28.html' title='Guilt Guilt Guilt. - Chapter 28.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-600931146514748837</id><published>2008-09-29T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T04:20:52.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I bitch too much &gt;.&gt; - Chapter 27.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;SO I WILL BITCH SOME MOAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;8D 8D 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Maybe I am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A bit jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Just a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;But it's brushing by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I mean..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I have him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;She doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;But I can't help but feel a bit uneasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I mean.. Like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;She gets the privilige to actually..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Date him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;She could..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Do all the couple stuff. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;All that shiz I cant do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Because I'm in a fuckin' other country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Curse you distance. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;She can tell all her friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Well.. Not like I hide it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I just dont go 'round being like "Zomgz!111oneone I haz a bf lololololo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Also my whole school thinks I'mma lesbian so that would be odd. &gt;.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So whatever. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Anywhoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;AS I WAS BITCHING ABOUT EARLIER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;She could like.. D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hold hands.. And hug him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And kiss him.. D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And stuff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And eat with him and all that cute and cheesey mushy stuff. D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Which is why it's now my life mission to go down there for christmas. T.T;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;VICTORY WILL BE MIIIIINE! DX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;FOR SPARTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*shot.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;DX~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I swear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I have fucking issues here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-600931146514748837?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/600931146514748837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=600931146514748837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/600931146514748837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/600931146514748837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-bitch-too-much-chapter-27.html' title='I bitch too much &gt;.&gt; - Chapter 27.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-4567189827461377011</id><published>2008-09-27T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T13:42:33.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three - Chapter 26.</title><content type='html'>.Shugo//Take me Break me says (4:14 PM):&lt;br /&gt;so are we back together or are we still on a break =O?&lt;br /&gt;--.: Etincelle says (4:14 PM):&lt;br /&gt;Can we be back together, pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;*He signs out.. &gt;.&gt; Stupid msn ruining the mood...*&lt;br /&gt;--.: Etincelle says (4:17 PM):&lt;br /&gt;welcome back&lt;br /&gt;.Shugo//Take me Break me says (4:17 PM):&lt;br /&gt;finally back&lt;br /&gt;.Shugo//Take me Break me says (4:17 PM):&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;br /&gt;--.: Etincelle says (4:17 PM):&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;--.: Etincelle says (4:17 PM):&lt;br /&gt;Mhm&lt;br /&gt;.Shugo//Take me Break me says (4:17 PM):&lt;br /&gt;and yes. Yes we can *kisses you on the lips*&lt;br /&gt;--.: Etincelle says (4:18 PM):&lt;br /&gt;=kisses back.= And no more stupid breakups?&lt;br /&gt;.Shugo//Take me Break me says (4:18 PM):&lt;br /&gt;no more&lt;br /&gt;--.: Etincelle says (4:18 PM):&lt;br /&gt;So you're all mine from now on?&lt;br /&gt;.Shugo//Take me Break me says (4:19 PM):&lt;br /&gt;well.. i still gotta go friday&lt;br /&gt;.Shugo//Take me Break me says (4:19 PM):&lt;br /&gt;but i won't kiss her or anything&lt;br /&gt;--.: Etincelle says (4:19 PM):&lt;br /&gt;I'll allow it if you're my boyfriend again =P&lt;br /&gt;--.: Etincelle says (4:19 PM):&lt;br /&gt;Now, not later.&lt;br /&gt;.Shugo//Take me Break me says (4:20 PM):&lt;br /&gt;alright&lt;br /&gt;.Shugo//Take me Break me says (4:20 PM):&lt;br /&gt;I'm your boyfriend *kisses you on the lips*&lt;br /&gt;--.: Etincelle says (4:20 PM):&lt;br /&gt;=kisses back.= Good. So you only lasted less than three days =P&lt;br /&gt;.Shugo//Take me Break me says (4:21 PM):&lt;br /&gt;yah yah =P *kisses you on the neck*&lt;br /&gt;--.: Etincelle says (4:21 PM):&lt;br /&gt;Still awkward to be with me?&lt;br /&gt;.Shugo//Take me Break me says (4:23 PM):&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;.Shugo//Take me Break me says (4:23 PM):&lt;br /&gt;we kiss a lot&lt;br /&gt;.Shugo//Take me Break me says (4:23 PM):&lt;br /&gt;even when we're not going out&lt;br /&gt;--.: Etincelle says (4:24 PM):&lt;br /&gt;Hard to resist&lt;br /&gt;.Shugo//Take me Break me says (4:24 PM):&lt;br /&gt;yah&lt;br /&gt;--.: Etincelle says (4:24 PM):&lt;br /&gt;Not like you tried to stop me xD&lt;br /&gt;.Shugo//Take me Break me says (4:24 PM):&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;.Shugo//Take me Break me says (4:24 PM):&lt;br /&gt;i was the one that did most of the kisses&lt;br /&gt;--.: Etincelle says (4:25 PM):&lt;br /&gt;Trueeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So life's back to normal. =P&lt;br /&gt;Much better.&lt;br /&gt;Now i wont freaking die from lack of nutrition xDD&lt;br /&gt;And I'm happy again&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-4567189827461377011?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/4567189827461377011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=4567189827461377011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/4567189827461377011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/4567189827461377011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-three-chapter-26.html' title='Day Three - Chapter 26.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-6711686978478730231</id><published>2008-09-26T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:11:47.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two Part 2 - Chapter 25.</title><content type='html'>He's dating her NEXT Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Dumping her NEXT Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;So i still gotta wait ._.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel bad for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's&lt;/span&gt; the one who knew he just broke up with his girlfriend of two years.&lt;br /&gt;No guy or girl could do that.&lt;br /&gt;That's called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rebounding&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He's mine .___.&lt;br /&gt;Gtfoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least he's having a miserable time.&lt;br /&gt;Songs that remind him of me keep coming on xD&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose Urself - Family Force 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good!&lt;br /&gt;Wait. o///o That means stuff reminds him of me~.&lt;br /&gt;x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay so.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what I was gunna say.&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listeing to Snow Patrol's "Chasing Cars"&lt;br /&gt;I lsitened to it when I was trying to get over my ex girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Irony is that..&lt;br /&gt;He loves this song. I do too.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm listening to it again, when I'm... Single..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REMEMBER~!&lt;br /&gt;I've lost weight. o_o&lt;br /&gt;Within less than a week, I've lost 5lbs.&lt;br /&gt;I can't eat or sleep.&lt;br /&gt;See what breakups do to me?! xD&lt;br /&gt;BREAK UPS: THE BEST WEIGHT LOSS FORMULA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost fainted in school.&lt;br /&gt;A few times.&lt;br /&gt;I also broke down crying in class again today.. x-x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_o; He asked to kiss me...&lt;br /&gt;sdjkfhgdfjkglbdfth ;kltdhjbtk hhjtrnhrlk;&lt;br /&gt;Dx!&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it's cheating..? D: =bad person.=&lt;br /&gt;Well to be honest..&lt;br /&gt;He asked to french me. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo. @_@&lt;br /&gt;I'll be giving an update all night.&lt;br /&gt;So check back for that damn EDIT part. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have problems.. &gt;_&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Shugo//You're here and I'm a mess says (7:27 PM):&lt;br /&gt;-hugs back- you're all i think of at school&lt;br /&gt;--.: Etincelle says (7:27 PM):&lt;br /&gt;How come?&lt;br /&gt;.Shugo//You're here and I'm a mess says (7:29 PM):&lt;br /&gt;Just all i ever care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT AGAIN:&lt;br /&gt;We're trying to work it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Shugo//You're here and I'm a mess says (11:52 PM):&lt;br /&gt;I'll just tell her i'm not over you which isn't a lie and that i don't wanna replace you with her&lt;br /&gt;--.: Etincelle says (11:54 PM):&lt;br /&gt;Most guys can't break up with their girlfriends and be over them in less than a week. =squeezes your hand gently.= Do.. Do you really not wanna replace me?&lt;br /&gt;.Shugo//You're here and I'm a mess says (12:02 AM):&lt;br /&gt;Why would i want to?&lt;br /&gt;--.: Etincelle says (12:03 AM):&lt;br /&gt;Because you have a chance for something real, silly..&lt;br /&gt;.Shugo//You're here and I'm a mess says (12:06 AM):&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;--.: Etincelle says (12:06 AM):&lt;br /&gt;Huh? o.o&lt;br /&gt;--.: Etincelle says (12:09 AM):&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean "no"?&lt;br /&gt;.Shugo//You're here and I'm a mess says (12:12 AM):&lt;br /&gt;No replace kami&lt;br /&gt;--.: Etincelle says (12:12 AM):&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;.Shugo//You're here and I'm a mess says (12:13 AM):&lt;br /&gt;Cause i said so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently.&lt;br /&gt;He cant resist temptation. =P&lt;br /&gt;He said he loved me today.&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;asked&lt;/span&gt; if he could.&lt;br /&gt;Feels nice.. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;--.: Etincelle says (2:12 AM):&lt;br /&gt;Niiiiight~  &lt;33 =snuggles up closer.=&lt;br /&gt;.Shugo//Take me Break me says (2:13 AM):&lt;br /&gt;Night &lt;333&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-6711686978478730231?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/6711686978478730231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=6711686978478730231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/6711686978478730231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/6711686978478730231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-two-part-2-chapter-25.html' title='Day Two Part 2 - Chapter 25.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-1582010998991258295</id><published>2008-09-26T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:06:11.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two - Chapter 24.</title><content type='html'>I woke up. o_o&lt;br /&gt;Feeling kinda okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He regrets it already. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good!&lt;br /&gt;But she already accepted -_-&lt;br /&gt;So he has to choose which girl he wants.&lt;br /&gt;Not gunna write much.&lt;br /&gt;I will later tonight. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading, sweetie. =D &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So what do you do.&lt;br /&gt;When the thing you lived for..&lt;br /&gt;Is taken away?&lt;br /&gt;You have nothing to live for.&lt;br /&gt;Bleh -.-&lt;br /&gt;This is so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;TT_________TT;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he wants me back.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he can hardly resist the temptation.&lt;br /&gt;But yet he still needs two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two weeks is enough time to lose all hope and start trying to move on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-1582010998991258295?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/1582010998991258295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=1582010998991258295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/1582010998991258295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/1582010998991258295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-two-chapter-24.html' title='Day Two - Chapter 24.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-8877103368240417973</id><published>2008-09-25T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:32:05.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One Part 2 - Chapter 23.</title><content type='html'>He wont talk to me, go fucking figure.&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;He calls me Sigyn. And he's Loki.&lt;br /&gt;Sigyn is Loki's wife that even after h betrayed her, and had bastard children with another woman, she held a bowl over his head to save him from having snake venom pour on his face.&lt;br /&gt;Loki is the god of mischief.&lt;br /&gt;So does this mean he'll cheat on me?&lt;br /&gt;And fuck another girl?&lt;br /&gt;Would explain why he bought a condom.&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly getting angry.&lt;br /&gt;You don't fucking replace your girlfriend with someone so much like her.&lt;br /&gt;You don't replace her just because you're bored of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE TO FUCKING COME ONLINE AND WAIT FOR HIM WHILE HE TALKS TO THAT FUCKING LITTLE BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I can get angry.&lt;br /&gt;Just..&lt;br /&gt;Not when he's round.&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep with her.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if you're fucking lucky I'll wanna speak to your face.&lt;br /&gt;Even kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking betray me more, and I won't have a life with you.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll fucking get into all that shit no one wants me to.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the "bad girlfriend".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;I could do so much better than this fucking abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You don't make love to your girlfriend when you don't love her.&lt;br /&gt;That's just low, even for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm just the girl next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sucked.&lt;br /&gt;I almost broke down.&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-8877103368240417973?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/8877103368240417973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=8877103368240417973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/8877103368240417973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/8877103368240417973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-one-part-2-chapter-23.html' title='Day One Part 2 - Chapter 23.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-8608246261942275078</id><published>2008-09-25T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:29:19.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One - Chapter 22.</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;Last night we took a temporary break.&lt;br /&gt;For two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;And.. I already cant handle it.&lt;br /&gt;I want him..&lt;br /&gt;But he likes someone else now..&lt;br /&gt;So he's going out on a date with her. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just.. Gunna be alone..&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts..&lt;br /&gt;I cant eat or sleep.&lt;br /&gt;My heart wont stop fucking hurting..&lt;br /&gt;I just.. Wanna be good enough for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's day one. I'm giving a day by day update. Why? Iuno..&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't sleep last night. Woke up every hour or so and felt completely and utterly alone.&lt;br /&gt;I have to be his best friend again..&lt;br /&gt;So it's morning now. Talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fucking masochist.&lt;br /&gt;He said.. maybe we'll shorten it.&lt;br /&gt;He wants me there every day.&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;More than anything else.. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if I can take this..&lt;br /&gt;What if he likes his date with her?&lt;br /&gt;What if he doesn't want me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's fucking.. So much like me..&lt;br /&gt;Just real.&lt;br /&gt;Just.. More out-going.&lt;br /&gt;She's not shy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two years.. I wasn't good enough? x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this, no telling anyone.. ._. But well, me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell him..&lt;br /&gt;Just let him be happy..&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-8608246261942275078?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/8608246261942275078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=8608246261942275078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/8608246261942275078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/8608246261942275078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-one-chapter-22.html' title='Day One - Chapter 22.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-2831400702438620943</id><published>2008-09-21T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T03:45:29.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna let you go - Chapter 21.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I haveta let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I cant let you go, boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;And failing.&lt;br /&gt;All I do is try to make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him &lt;/span&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;But does it work?&lt;br /&gt;Rarely.&lt;br /&gt;And so my happiness was lost.&lt;br /&gt;And my heart started to feel less ad less.&lt;br /&gt;It's freezing all over again..&lt;br /&gt;Will this fall apart..?&lt;br /&gt;Will I lose you..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I'm with you, everything seems better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were meant to be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm in pain when you're away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Come on and save me I'm loosing my touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Day after day cause I miss you so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Come on and save me I'm loosing my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Waiting and waiting for you to be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-2831400702438620943?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/2831400702438620943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=2831400702438620943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/2831400702438620943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/2831400702438620943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-wanna-let-you-go-chapter-21.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna let you go - Chapter 21.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-1134881016802055170</id><published>2008-09-14T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:36:10.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SickSickSick - Chapter 20.</title><content type='html'>I'm sick. x.x&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;And I cant eat anything without feeling sicker.&lt;br /&gt;For the past week Dx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-1134881016802055170?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/1134881016802055170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=1134881016802055170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/1134881016802055170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/1134881016802055170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/09/sicksicksick-chapter-20.html' title='SickSickSick - Chapter 20.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-2190469441262637876</id><published>2008-09-04T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T03:25:25.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Heaven and Hell - Chapter 19.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A lot of people don't exactly.. Know a lot about me.&lt;br /&gt;Then again I don't really tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;My life contrasts in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;One second is Heaven, the other is the equivalent of Hell.&lt;br /&gt;You know something's wrong when you gotta fake yourself with your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, let's get on with the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was told by my darling mother that once I turn eighteen and graduate from high school, I am no longer welcome under her roof. So I am being kicked out of my own house once I graduate. This is.. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, my mother seems to believe if I were to have a spare period during school hours, I would not like I had planned, sit in the library and get a jump start on homework, but become a hooker, druggie, drug-dealer, steal from stores, cut myself, become an alcoholic, pop pills, and drink+pop pills to try and commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;What a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;darling&lt;/span&gt; way for a parent to think of their child and tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also proceeds to tell me that I'm pretty much a failure, and tells her friends I'm the problem child. Also that I am "verbally abusive" to her, whilst the most I've ever insulted her is saying she was paranoid about me cutting myself and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend told me that I lost my smile.&lt;br /&gt;I'm to.. Out of it to cheer my boyfriend up and make him happy.&lt;br /&gt;I can barely be happy or smile anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Can barely laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play the happy-happy big/lil sis. But for once I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; do my job. Sometimes even I need a little help.. Oh well. Life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write about Heaven one day. But that's my personal dream world where everything works out. Where everyone's happy and fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll live. I'll survive on my own all over again.&lt;br /&gt;I can beat this.&lt;br /&gt;Just don't give into temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.. My nightmares started again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-2190469441262637876?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/2190469441262637876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=2190469441262637876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/2190469441262637876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/2190469441262637876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-heaven-and-hell-chapter-19.html' title='In Heaven and Hell - Chapter 19.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-816448654951773907</id><published>2008-08-24T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T05:49:42.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my god, she did a survey! You bastard! - Chapter 18.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Done cos I mis my damn brother. XD So I stole this from him, and the title. Huzzah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;Uhh.. Hm. 552. Chatroom in there. Nena-Nena dragged me in there to keep her company, and the rest is history. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 1AMish? Was beating the Pokemon League on Pearl. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone whose name started with a s?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. o.o Unless you count guinea pigs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated someone taller than you??&lt;br /&gt;Try like.. Everyone! &gt;.&gt; Everyone's taller than me! T-T;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Joanna. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Nahh, too lazy to hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Shugo and Eric. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your crush do to make you mad?&lt;br /&gt;Kinda. xD Makes me frustrated. Like when he's a perv, or tries to make me jealous, or messes with people, or just tries to piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is making you feel the way you do right now?&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel? &gt;.&gt; I'm sleepy. So I guess.. me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you excited about?&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. Either seeing Shu, beating more of Pokemon Pearl, or going to sleep. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep plzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your boyfriend/girlfriends ex’s like you?&lt;br /&gt;No. XD They hate my guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Prolly just talking to Shugo, playing Pokemon, and playing on the compie. &gt;.&gt; Maybe watch anime, and download Lunia too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been used?&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of times. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to be in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. xD Feels really nice. Though kinda sucks that I cant flirt no more, but oh well. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans for the next weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm with my mom.. -.- Prolly do a lot of work, get yelled at, and play DS games and be bored and miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;My sleepyness and lack'o'Shu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever lose someone you loved?&lt;br /&gt;Iuno. Dunno if I really loved her or not. Know I disliked her a suuuuuuuper bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;This survey an listening to "Me and the Moon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people like you?&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I'm freaking Kami, man. XD That's all there is to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a relationship of some kind?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. ^^ Been in one for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Like on an extremely LARGE scale. &gt;.&gt; So kinda love I guess... =stabs mushyness.= T~T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared your going to get your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;Of course. Every single day I wake up and wonder if I'll lose the things I care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's hurting you right now?&lt;br /&gt;My sleepyness. &gt;.&gt; Eyes hurtttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sleepy?&lt;br /&gt;YES I AM. ToT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you do the splits?&lt;br /&gt;Naw. D= Not that flexible in my legs, just my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest annoyance in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;My mom. =D And distance. And the cost of flying to another country to live there. o_o And school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you let people treat you badly?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. o-o So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Brown right nao. &gt;.&gt; Kinda golden-orange sometimes in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Last night. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone that you can’t stop thinking about?&lt;br /&gt;Yush! o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any tattoo/piercings?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. o.o Ears are pierced twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone that treats there gf/bf poorly?&lt;br /&gt;Mm... Me I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;o.o I'm in one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you kiss someone other than the last person you kissed right now?&lt;br /&gt;Ew no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has the week been?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. People screw up. Give them another chance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to send you a text message?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh... Since I cant remember from my phone, we'll go with msn messages, which would be Ani, who spammed offline messages to me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you made someone mad today?&lt;br /&gt;Prolly my mom cos I'm uber clumsy today. &gt;-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does someone hate you?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. =D Lotsa people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone tells you a lie, do you call them out on it?&lt;br /&gt;Not usually, unless they're being a 'tard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like when boys are assholes?&lt;br /&gt;Nuh. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like it when girls are bitches?&lt;br /&gt;Ew no. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you last in a relationship more than a year?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. =P Almost on my second year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-816448654951773907?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/816448654951773907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=816448654951773907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/816448654951773907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/816448654951773907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-my-god-she-did-survey-you-bastard.html' title='Oh my god, she did a survey! You bastard! - Chapter 18.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-7753814856456707513</id><published>2008-07-30T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:23:30.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La-la-la-looooove~ - Chapter 17</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;Life is fucking shit.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm crazy about him. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;And it feels nice to love and be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god his happiness is contagious.~* &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just feel high from it all~. xD &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;=giggles and prances back to him.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more month and it'll be two years, kids~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-7753814856456707513?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/7753814856456707513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=7753814856456707513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/7753814856456707513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/7753814856456707513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-la-la-looooove-chapter-17.html' title='La-la-la-looooove~ - Chapter 17'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-3510531800969072752</id><published>2008-07-18T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:15:23.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm the bad guy.. Again.. - Chapter 16</title><content type='html'>Deleted for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-3510531800969072752?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/3510531800969072752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=3510531800969072752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/3510531800969072752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/3510531800969072752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-im-bad-guy-again.html' title='So I&apos;m the bad guy.. Again.. - Chapter 16'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-7740672090845499531</id><published>2008-07-02T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T09:43:33.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... - Chapter 15.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;--.: Etincelle says (12:13 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So then how can you tell that you love me, if you cant tell happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.Shugo//Gunna fight till I drop says (12:13 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cause love and happiness are different &gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;--.: Etincelle says (12:14 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Happiness comes from loev and vice versa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;--.: Etincelle says (12:14 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So how can you love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.Shugo//Gunna fight till I drop says (12:15 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well when you put it that way, dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;--.: Etincelle says (12:15 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So.. You don't love me then..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.Shugo//Gunna fight till I drop says (12:16 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;According to your reasoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;--.: Etincelle says (12:17 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.Shugo//Gunna fight till I drop says (12:18 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You're the one that said it not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;--.: Etincelle says (12:18 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You don't love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.Shugo//Gunna fight till I drop says (12:19 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You already know what I'm gunna say and you're probably just not gunna believe it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;--.: Etincelle says (12:20 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dont know what'll you'll say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;--.: Etincelle says (12:21 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Does your heart say you love me, or does it not care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.Shugo//Gunna fight till I drop says (12:22 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;--.: Etincelle says (12:22 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Does what..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.Shugo//Gunna fight till I drop says (12:22 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It does care for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;--.: Etincelle says (12:23 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Does it love me, or no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.Shugo//Gunna fight till I drop says (12:23 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;--.: Etincelle says (12:23 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Truly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.Shugo//Gunna fight till I drop says (12:24 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;;-; dfzgjkdfg radg;gdkjgh;dakfh rg hsdgkjjkdfgkdfjghdfgi i dunno what to believe ;-;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Know all about&lt;br /&gt;About your reputation&lt;br /&gt;And now it's bound to be a heartbreak situation&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help it if I'm helpless&lt;br /&gt;every time that i'm where you are&lt;br /&gt;You walk in and my strength walks out the door&lt;br /&gt;Say my name and I can't fight it anymore&lt;br /&gt;Oh I know, I should go&lt;br /&gt;But I need your touch just too damn much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you isn't really something I should do&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Well I should try to be strong&lt;br /&gt;But baby you're the right kind of wrong&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby you're the right kind of wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Might be a mistake&lt;br /&gt;A mistake I'm making&lt;br /&gt;But what you're giving I am happy to be taking&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one's ever made me feel&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel when i'm in your arms&lt;br /&gt;They say you're something I should do without&lt;br /&gt;They don't know what goes on&lt;br /&gt;When the lights go out&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to explain&lt;br /&gt;All the pleasure is worth all the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you isn't really something I should do yeah hey.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Well I should try to be strong&lt;br /&gt;But baby you're the right kind of wrong&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby you're the right kind of wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should try to run&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't seem to&lt;br /&gt;Cause every time I run you're the one I run to&lt;br /&gt;Can't do without, what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if I'm in too deep yeah hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know all about&lt;br /&gt;About your reputation&lt;br /&gt;And now its' bound to be a heartbreak situation&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help it if I'm helpless&lt;br /&gt;Every time that I'm where you are&lt;br /&gt;You walk in and my strength walks out the door&lt;br /&gt;Say my name and I can't fight it anymore&lt;br /&gt;Oh I know I should go&lt;br /&gt;But I need your touch just too damn much Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you isn't really something I should do, not something i shouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Well I should try to be strong, I should try to be strong&lt;br /&gt;But baby you're the right kind of wrong, right kind of wrong&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby you're the right kind of wrong, baby you're the right kind of wrong, yeah baby you're the right kind of wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i'm fucking hopeless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;everything just.. gets worse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and worse..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;;-;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-7740672090845499531?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/7740672090845499531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=7740672090845499531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/7740672090845499531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/7740672090845499531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/07/chapter-15.html' title='... - Chapter 15.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-2162786789800820833</id><published>2008-06-29T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T07:21:21.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blaah.. - Chapter 14.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Listening to: Behind Blue Eyes - Limp Bizkit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;EDITED COS I SAY SO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It's harder than you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It's really hard to stay away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It's torture to stay away, and watch someone else..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Just go in and replace me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But.. Shit happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And people move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;If you really don't need me anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I guess there's no point of me being here, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;'Cos no one needs me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Was gunna give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And apologize until my heart bled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You left..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I guess I'll have to wait..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Because you're not the only one who got hurt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;If she can make you happy, why do you need me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thing is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-2162786789800820833?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/2162786789800820833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=2162786789800820833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/2162786789800820833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/2162786789800820833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/06/fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou-chapter-14.html' title='Blaah.. - Chapter 14.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-7385016645551425836</id><published>2008-06-24T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T03:39:49.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaaaaam~. - Chapter 13.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Okay so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;o_o My dream was really weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So now you can read about it. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So I was in Aerith's body from FF, and Kyo, Yuki, and Tohru from Fruits Basket were there along with Ted from Scrubs. o_o; And a few other people that I didn't recognize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So we went to live in this huge mansion, and all seemed well. But nothing is great in my dreams anymore. @@;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So. Shugo was Kyo, and Valo was Yuki.. xD And they were fighting over me instead of Tohru, which was really weird. And Tohru was just being a ditz the whole time, and kinda set the kitchen on fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;S'yeah. One of the hostesses took Ted up into the room. She was blonde and dressed in a maid's uniform. o.o And I swear I saw part of a body under the couch they sat on. And of course, it all got worse from there. Last I saw of Ted was her leaning in to kiss him on the neck, and SCENE SWITCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This is when the brunette maid was cooking in the kitchen, and Tohru scared the crap outta her by sneaking up on her, and the maid threw the pot of boiling water everywhere, and melted Tohru. o_o Like. Tohru freaking DIED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But no one seemed to notice. xD Yuki and Kyo kept fighting and beating each other up. but then we were all getting scared cos Tohru and Ted disappeared. So we went next door to this huge department-store looking house where my mom's friend Maria lived. o_o Ch'yeah. It was like, Yuki and Kyo and some other person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So we stayed there and explained to Maria what was going on. oo; We stayed the night, but I woke up and I was back at the mansion. And I was all alone. D: I was on the cold floor in like, Aerith's pink dress, and a gold bangle on my upper left arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So then i got up, and I was in some kind of balcony thingie where there were different levels, and some were just.. Floating. o_o But I could tell that I was still at the mansion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And then, all these ninjas came out in clothes that looked like they were from Samurai/Dynasty Warriors. o-o; And they were poison ninjas, and their leader had these long metal claws like Wolverine. And she's all like; "You can't escape! We're already got all of your friends, you're the only one left. No one is going to save you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And I was all "No! We trusted you! You couldn't have hurt anyone!" So the leader with the cat-claw things came at me, and her fighting was like.. Majestic dancing. if I wasn't trying to save my own life, it would be beautiful. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So eventually I got the chance to run away, which meant jumping off the platform, which somehow landed me on the roof. And when I was up there, I saw a body. It was the brunette maid. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;She was barely alive, and whispered something like "Go get help, I'll be fine.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So I ran off again, and the last scene shows me in front of the screen, in front of the house. xD Running away. Frozen, with a huge "TO BE CONTINUED..." XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;SO YEAH. That's all I can remember. o-o Enjoy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-7385016645551425836?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/7385016645551425836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=7385016645551425836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/7385016645551425836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/7385016645551425836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/06/dreaaaaam-chapter-13.html' title='Dreaaaaam~. - Chapter 13.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-3905715970127673496</id><published>2008-06-22T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:32:50.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession - Chapter 12.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You can break me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You can rip out my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You can tear me apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You can swear you never ever loved me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But I will still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if my heart shatters into a million little pieces.&lt;br /&gt;I'll cut my fingers picking them up.&lt;br /&gt;Just for one more moment with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-3905715970127673496?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/3905715970127673496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=3905715970127673496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/3905715970127673496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/3905715970127673496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/06/confession-chapter-11.html' title='Confession - Chapter 12.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-1311850942553302082</id><published>2008-06-19T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T04:35:39.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easier Said Than Done - Chapter 11.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moocat says (7:28 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dump him, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moocat says (7:28 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Really, just for your sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moocat says (7:28 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't want you hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you spend so much time with someone..&lt;br /&gt;You start to realize..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt; reminds you of them.&lt;br /&gt;And the hurt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; stop.&lt;br /&gt;And the heart &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; hurts.&lt;br /&gt;And you feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;empty&lt;/span&gt; inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after awhile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't take it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-1311850942553302082?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/1311850942553302082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=1311850942553302082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/1311850942553302082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/1311850942553302082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/06/easier-said-than-done-chapter-11.html' title='Easier Said Than Done - Chapter 11.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-4031850664336701311</id><published>2008-06-18T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T15:45:13.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wose comes to Worse - Chapter 10.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I. I cant fucking take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Why does it have to hurt so bad..&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of the hurt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why. Why. WHY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-4031850664336701311?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/4031850664336701311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=4031850664336701311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/4031850664336701311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/4031850664336701311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/06/i.html' title='Wose comes to Worse - Chapter 10.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-2080243089678293388</id><published>2008-06-16T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:31:50.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F-U-C-K - Chapter 9.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HOLY FUCKING HELL ON A SHITFACED DASHBOARD.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO FUCKING STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;SO FUCKING DUMB.SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE FUCKING BASH MY SKULL IN &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RIGHT FUCKING NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-2080243089678293388?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/2080243089678293388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=2080243089678293388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/2080243089678293388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/2080243089678293388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/06/f-u-c-k-chapter-9.html' title='F-U-C-K - Chapter 9.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-8620008267400683277</id><published>2008-06-16T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T03:56:30.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peas and Pies - Chapter 8.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Soooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Last week sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Got felt up by my best friend. x_x Gabe kinda.. Had a lot of fun there. And ended up kissing my neck a lot. But I was really upset and numb so I didn't even bother to respond to anything and just let him do what he wanted. After all. He goes through taking care of my sorry butt.. Maybe he should get what he wants every once and awhile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;So I told Jade about it all. My little mafia princess. &lt;3&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep.. having &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; things happen to me. And I found out the reason behind it all. and I found my saint who makes me smile and calm down enough. &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;A]-AGE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Now.. Seventeen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;B] - Birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;June 12th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;C] - Cell phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;It my room somewhere, been disconnected for ages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;D]-Drink you had last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Uh... Yesterday.. Gingerale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;E] - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hm. Eric prolly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;F] - FAVORITE COLORS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Greeeeeeeeeeeen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;G] - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Worms. The bears give me headaches. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;H] HOMETOWN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Toronto. o-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I] FAVORITE ICE CREAM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Chocolate fudge. WAIT. WHY ARE YOU YELLING?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;J] Just something you always say on IM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;"xD", "o.o", or "&gt;&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;K] Killed someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I keeled yur fathurrrrrr. Mwahahahahaahaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;L] - Limeaid or lemonade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Wtf is LIMEAID? o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;M] Money or Love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I thought that said "monkey or love"! XD But yeah. Love I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;N] Number of Siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;IRL? Four. Two blood brothers, two step-brothers. Online? So much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;O] - ONE WISH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;For everyone to be happy. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;P] Person you last commented?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Uh... Alana.. I think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Q] -Quiet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;R] - Reason you smile??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Friends. And the Sheep Squad. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;S] - SONG YOU LAST HEARD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;First Time  - Lifehouse. NaruHina AMVs ftw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;T] -Time you woke up today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Uh.. Iuno. &gt;&gt; I was too sleepy to look atthe clock. But when I did, it was 5:06AM. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;U] - You like someone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;V] - VEGETABLES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Yum. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;W] - WORST Habit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Play with my fingers, or bite my lips when I get nervous. OH. And blushing. &gt;_&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;X] - X-RAYS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Iuno? I'm so accident prone that my fmaily doesn't really bother with that stuff no more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Y] - YOUR FAVORITE FOOD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ice creammmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Z] - WHY ARE YOU SO SEXY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I'M SORRY. I BLAME TEH SEXY ON GENETICS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-8620008267400683277?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/8620008267400683277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=8620008267400683277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/8620008267400683277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/8620008267400683277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/06/soooo.html' title='Peas and Pies - Chapter 8.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-1089516812765347026</id><published>2008-06-14T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T14:46:09.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pies and Flies - Chapter 7.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Stole off Eric. &gt;.&gt; Will update next time I'm on a compie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You must answer every question TRUTHFULLY or else you wont have LOVE for 5 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[1] Do you ever wonder what your ex is up to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yeah, a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[2] Have you ever been given roses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mm... Yeah. Once I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[3] What is your all time favorite romance movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can't think of any right now. But Romeo and Juliet holds a significant meaning to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[4] How many times have you really fallen in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Once or twice. But this time was much, much more deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[5] Who was it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Traume, and Shugo. Shugo being the greater of the two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[6] Do you believe that everyone has a soul-mate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[7] Whats your current problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That my mother hates my guts, my boyfriend and I barely communicate, and I may flunk an exam that I need to pass. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[8] Hookups or relationships?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[9] Had a Long Distance Relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In one currently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[10] Do you believe in the saying ONCE A CHEATER ALWAYS A CHEATER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yep. But maybe people can change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[11] Do you want to get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The wedding kinda got called off. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[12] How many kids do you want to have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One. A boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[13] Whats your favorite color(s)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Green. Sea green i think it's called. But color code 009966. xD;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[14] One night stands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nah. Talk about getting STDs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[15] Would you kiss the last person you kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[16] At what age did you start noticing the opposite gender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lawl. Not that long ago. Everyone thought I was a lesbian. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[17] Do you still like your ex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Not really. She fucked up my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[18] Do you know someone who likes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yeah. A lot of people do. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[19] Do you like anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Love. Not like. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[20] Do they know you love them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yeah. i've said it for ages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[21] Would you kiss someone on your top friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yeah, prolly. o-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-1089516812765347026?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/1089516812765347026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=1089516812765347026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/1089516812765347026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/1089516812765347026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/06/pies-and-flies-chapter-7.html' title='Pies and Flies - Chapter 7.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-6995059416435798783</id><published>2008-06-06T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:12:39.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Stories - Chapter 6.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was SO fucked up. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the damn day running around with a bad fucking hip. Shit man. Bad fucking idea. Poor widdle Gabi gave me lunch money, money to see his drama performance, and tickets to get everywhere. &lt;3&gt;.&gt; Yep.&lt;br /&gt;Shit. Then came Lillian and Nurse Wilson (Who's a guy xD). And Wilson is a humanitarian who hates everyone. And Lillian is a deaf lady who tells the man to fly away like her parrot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iuno. But it was awesome xD OH YEAH. Crys showed up in a dress. ;w; My god she was gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I stalked Gabe home cos I was bored. xD And didn't wanna go home. But this damn inchworm was on the subway, so I put him on my notebook and kept him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe and I talked for awhile. Ended up.. Getting to Shugo. I can't say what about 'cos I dunno who's reading this. But if you ask, I might tell ya'. Anyways. I ended up crying. Right there and in front of him. I dunno why.. But being with him is really comforting. But he's the first person to see me cry. x_x; Then again, I am a crybaby. Still. he was being really sweet, and kissed my fingers and comforted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked for like. Two hours. At the damn bus station. xD Then he took me home! Wtf. I went to his subways station and he went all the way back to mine &gt;.&gt;; He said it was cos he didn't want anyone hurting me cos it was 10:30ish at night and all the weirdos were talking to me today. So we rode back with Stripes the inchworm, and were flirting the whole way back. xD It was funny. 'Cos we always have heavily smex-related flirting jsut to make eachother blush. And he's the millionth person to say I'm really cute when I blush.. &gt;.&gt; Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I came home. Shit repaired. Yay. Now I talk to Eric.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I love him. &lt;333333&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said I'd join him soon.. He went to bed at 11:30... XD Oops?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep. LATAH. D&lt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-6995059416435798783?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/6995059416435798783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=6995059416435798783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/6995059416435798783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/6995059416435798783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/06/7-stories-chapter-5.html' title='7 Stories - Chapter 6.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-6462977743770509600</id><published>2008-06-05T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:29:30.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I r t3h owing Queen - Chapter 5.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ugh.. x_x&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I twisted my fucking hip.&lt;br /&gt;So it hurts to walk.&lt;br /&gt;Yay updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my photography ISU. Then my teacher found it. So I may not fail the class. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear god I'm exhausted. x_x I've been standing for ages with a bad hip, and it zapped all my energy to fight the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven more days until my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;School ends the 19th.&lt;br /&gt;Exams exams exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I go temp die, kthxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;I was gunna write something else but I forgot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-6462977743770509600?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/6462977743770509600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=6462977743770509600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/6462977743770509600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/6462977743770509600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-r-t3h-owing-queen-chapter-5.html' title='I r t3h owing Queen - Chapter 5.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-3076310619952691868</id><published>2008-05-31T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T09:37:12.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooses And Gooses - Chapter 4.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;VIRGIN QUIZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Start at 100% and remove 1% for each X. Here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;1.Smoked.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;2.Drank alcohol.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;3.Cried when someone died.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;4.Been drunk.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;5.Had sex.[] (Not answering that..~ XD;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;6.Been to a concert.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;7.Given a handjob/gotten a handjob.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;8.Given a blowjob/gotten a blowjob.[] (Heh heh..~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;9.Been verbally/sexually harassed.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;10.Verbally/sexually harassed somebody.[X] (It was funny! &gt;.&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;11.Felt someone up and/or been felt up.[X] (Both? Crystal and I do that all the time.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;12.Laughed so hard something came out of your nose.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;13.Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend before.[X] (She was a bitch anyways! 3=&lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;14.Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;15.Been to prom.[ ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;16.Cried at school.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;17.Gotten lost in a WalMart or a department store.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;18.Went streaking.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;19.Given or receieved a lap dance.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;20.Had of someone the opposite sex in your room.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;21.Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;22.Slept over at someone of the opposite sex's house.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;23.Kissed a stranger.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;24.Hugged a stranger.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;25.Went scuba diving.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;26.Driven a car.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;27.Gotten an xray.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;28.Hit by a car.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;29.Had a party.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;30.Done drugs.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;31.Played strip poker.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;32.Got paid to strip for someone.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;33.Ran away from home.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;34.Broken a bone.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;35.Eaten sushi.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;36.Bought porn.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;37.Watched porn.[X] (Friend dared me. -.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;38.Made porn.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;39.Had a crush on someone of the same sex.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;40.Been in love.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;41.Frenched kissed.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;42.Laughed so hard you cried.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;43.Cried yourself to sleep.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;44.Laughed yourself to sleep.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;45.Stabbed yourself.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;46.Shot a gun.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;47.Trash talked someone and then acted like their best friend the next day.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;48.Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;49.Been online for 9 consecutive hours.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;50.Watched an animal die.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;51.Watched a person die.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;52.Kissed and/or messed around somewhere with at least 1 person present.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;53.Pranked somebody.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;54.Put somebody in the hospital.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;55.Snuck into someone's room and/or your own room after being out.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;56.Kissed somebody of the same sex.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;57.Dressed punk.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;58.Dressed goth.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;59.Dressed preppy.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;60.Been to a motocross race.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;61.Avoided somebody.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;62.Been stalked.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;63.Stalked someone.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;64.Met a celebrity.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;65.Played an instrument.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;66.Ridden a horse.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;67.Cut yourself.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;68.Bungee jumped.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;69.Ding dong ditched somebody.[] (Wtf does that mean? xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;70.Been to a wild party.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;71.Got caught stealing something.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;72.Kicked a guy in the balls.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;73.Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from a friend.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;74.Went out with your friend's crush.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;75.Got arrested.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;76.Been pregnant.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;77.Babysat.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;78.Been to another country.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;79.Started your house on fire.[X] (I was cooking eggs. My mortal enemy. D&lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;80.Had an encounter with a ghost.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;81.Donated your hair to cancer patients.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;82.Been asked out by someone that you never though you'd to be asked out by.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;83.Cried over a member of the opposite sex.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;84.Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for over 3 months.[X] (Almost two years, baby~.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;85.Sat on your ass all day.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;86.Ate a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;87.Had a job.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;88.Gotten cut from a sports team.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;89.Been called a whore.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;90.Danced like a whore.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;91.Been mistaken for a celebrity.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;92.Been in a car accident.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;93.Been told you have beautiful eyes.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;94.Been told you have beautiful hair.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;95.Raped somebody.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;96.Danced in the rain.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;97.Been rejected.[] (It's a record. &gt;.&gt; Everyone loves t3h Kamikins..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;98.Walked out of a restaurant without paying.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;99.Punched someone/slapped someone in the face.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;100.Been raped.[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;54% virgin. XD Give or take a few. ^_~ 'Cos I ain't letting anyone know those little secrets~~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Achluophobia - Fear of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;[X]Acrophobia - Fear of heights.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Agliophobia - Fear of pain.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Agoraphobia - Fear of open spaces or crowds.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Aichmophobia - Fear of needles or pointed objects.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Amaxophobia - Fear of riding in a car.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Androphobia - Fear of men.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Anginophobia - Fear of angina or choking.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Anthrophobia - Fear of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Anthropophobia - Fear of people or society.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Aphenphosmphobia - Fear of being touched.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Arachnophobia - Fear of spiders.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Arithmophobia - Fear of numbers.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Astraphobia - Fear of thunder and lightening. (Fear numbero uno.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ataxophobia - Fear of disorder or untidiness.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Atelophobia - fear of imperfection.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Atychiphobia - Fear of failure.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Autophobia - Fear of being alone.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 10.. o_o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Bacteriophobia - Fear of bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Barophobia - Fear of gravity.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Bathmophobia - Fear of stairs or steep slopes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Batrachophobia - Fear of amphibians.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Belonephobia - Fear of pins and needles.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Bibliophobia - Fear of books.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Botanophobia - Fear of plants.&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;[X] Cacophobia - Fear of ugliness.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Catagelophobia - Fear of being ridiculed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Catoptrophobia - Fear of mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Chionophobia - Fear of snow.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Chromophobia - Fear of colors.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Chronomentrophobia - Fear of clocks.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Claustrophobia - Fear of confined spaces.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Coulrophobia - Fear of clowns.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cyberphobia - Fear of computers.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cynophobia - Fear of dogs.&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 12. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;[Siblings] -Two brothers. Two step-brothers. Based on IRL. &gt;_&gt; Online, a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;[pets] -Four guinea pigs, two cats, two snakes, fish, and four frogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES&lt;br /&gt;[Color] - Green.&lt;br /&gt;[Number] - 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; [Animal] - Dunno. Not panda actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; [Book] - Twilight series. &lt;3&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Currently playing] - Comatose by Skillet.&lt;br /&gt;[Last movie you saw] - Full movie? xD Who knows. O just saw a clip of Bratz this morning. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;[last thing you ate] - Toast with jam.&lt;br /&gt;[Believe there is life on other planets?] - I hope so. D:&lt;br /&gt;[Hate yourself?] - Sometimes. o.o&lt;br /&gt;[Collect anything?] -Pandas, stuffed animals, weird stuff, wax, green things, tigereyes, and Iuno what else. xD&lt;br /&gt;[Like your handwriting?] - Yeah. xD It's small and pisses everyone off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE...&lt;br /&gt;[First crush] - I think it was Barbie, actually.. XD&lt;br /&gt;[you believe in love at first sight?] - M'yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[you believe in "the one?"] - Guess so. D: Hope I found that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU&lt;br /&gt;[A Daydreamer] - When am I not daydreaming? xD&lt;br /&gt;[Sarcastic] - Quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[shy] - Pretty much always. o.o;&lt;br /&gt;[Talkative] - Mmm.. To friends I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU RATHER...&lt;br /&gt;[Pierce your nose or lip?] - Lip.&lt;br /&gt;[Be serious or funny?] - Serious. Cos life is serious business. D&lt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Missed someone] - Still do?&lt;br /&gt;[Gotten drunk] - Been sober for a year. =D&lt;br /&gt;[Gotten high] - Never tried.&lt;br /&gt;[Danced crazy] - Nah.&lt;br /&gt;[Gotten your hair cut] - hell no. my hair is t3h smex. D&lt; [Watched cartoons] - Last night xD [Lied to someone] - Nope. o-o  IN THE LAST 48 HOURS WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON THAT... [Slept in your bed] - Me? Maybe the cat.. [Saw you cry] - No one, silly! =D [Made you cry] - My mom. [Saw a movie with you] - Usually watch them alone. D:  HAVE YOU EVER... [Been to California] - Nah. [Been to Europe] - Never left the country. DDD: [Wished you were the opposite sex] - Yeah. A lot of times.  HONESTLY... 1. [Honestly, what color is your underwear?] - Blood-red silk? 2. [Honestly, whats on your mind right now?] - Shugo. Love-sick kitten I am. 3. [Honestly, what are you doing right now?] - Writing this, thinking, and listening to music? 4. [Honestly, do you think you are attractive?] - Nah, been told I'm not so many times. XD 5. [Honestly, have you done something bad today?] - If going back to sleep for forty minutes when I'm not allowed to counts, then yes. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. [Honestly, do you watch disney channel?] - Yeah. xD;&lt;br /&gt;7. [Honestly, are you jealous of someone right now?] - Yeah. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. [Honestly, what makes you happy most of the time?] - Well, him for one. And my friends of course! xD&lt;br /&gt;9. [Honestly, do you bite your nails?] - Yeah. Kinda stopped lately though.&lt;br /&gt;10.[Honestly, what is your mood right now?] - Tired and miserable.&lt;br /&gt;11. [Honestly, who do you want to see at this very moment?] - Shugo, Valo, and Chrynos.&lt;br /&gt;12. [Honestly, do you have a deep dark secret?] - Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;13. [Honestly, do you hate someone right now?] - I've never hated anyone before?&lt;br /&gt;14. [Honestly, are you in denial?] - Yeah, about something. o.o&lt;br /&gt;15.[Honestly, do you like someone?] - Hell yes. It should be obvious! o_o&lt;br /&gt;16.[Honestly, does anyone like you?] - I'd like to think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE'S CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[X] I still watch cartoons on Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I eat Froot Loops.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I go trick or treating.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've taken a bubble bath in the last month.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I have water balloon fights with my friends&lt;br /&gt;[X] I still believe in Santa&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Mommy's still the coolest person ever&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I sleep till noon.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I still pass out little Valentines day cards on Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The boy/girl that sits next to me is cute.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I still drink apple juice.&lt;br /&gt;[X] There are monsters in my closet.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't sleep with the lights off&lt;br /&gt;[X] I can't sleep with the lights on&lt;br /&gt;[X] I still like piggy back rides.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Boys/girls still make me giggle.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Boys/girls still have cooties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - AVAILABLE : Nope. :3&lt;br /&gt;B - BEST FRIENDS : Shu, Valo, Gabi, Robin, Crys.&lt;br /&gt;C- Cute: Who, me? D: No.&lt;br /&gt;D - DADS NAME : Kenneth.&lt;br /&gt;E - LAST PERSON OF OPPOSITE SEX YOU TALKED TO : ..Uh. my brother? &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F - FAVORITE BAND/ARTIST : Always changing.&lt;br /&gt;G - GUMMY BEARS OR WORMS : Worms. Bears make me sick. xD&lt;br /&gt;H - HOMETOWN : Toronto Ontario.&lt;br /&gt;I - INSTRUMENT : Too many to name.&lt;br /&gt;K - KIDS : None yet, unless you count Nick and Megumi? o_O But I actually wouldn't mind having one.&lt;br /&gt;L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: 3+ hours.&lt;br /&gt;M - MILK FLAVOR : Chocolate~.&lt;br /&gt;N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: 4.&lt;br /&gt;O - ONE THING YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF: I have really pretty and unique eyes. &lt;3&gt;Natasha Bedingfield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; T - TIME YOU WOKE UP : 5:30AM?&lt;br /&gt;U - UNKNOWN FACT ABOUT ME: I think that it only rains when I'm sad and want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;W - WORST HABITS: Play with my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD: When i was little and got my fingers sliced to the bone?&lt;br /&gt;Z - ZODIAC SIGN : Gemini. Multiple-personality disorder ftw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****Everyone has their firsts...****&lt;br /&gt;First real best friend: Cleo. -_- Big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;First Cellphone: Uh. Last year?&lt;br /&gt;First pet: Nightmare, cat.&lt;br /&gt;First piercing/tattoo: Ear, a few days after I was born.&lt;br /&gt;First flight: Never flown.&lt;br /&gt;First Celebrity Love: Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;First job: Watered someone's flowers.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****Everyone has their lasts...****&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hugged: Gabe.&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried: Last night.&lt;br /&gt;Last movie you watched: Bratz. It was a two minute clip! &gt;_&gt; And no one should watch that crap,&lt;br /&gt;Last shirt worn: Gray with Grumpy from Snow White and "I got my own attitude, I don't need yours!" on it. And gray tank top. xD&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call: Mom. Few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you touched: Mouse. And my leg/shorts. o_O&lt;br /&gt;Last time at the mall: Aggggges ago.&lt;br /&gt;Last time you were excited about something: Yesterday and got let down again. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Last person you saw: My brother who's beside me?&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you drank: H2O.&lt;br /&gt;Last time you have been truly happy: Few days ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OKAY I'M DONE. @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ONTO UPDATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nothing really new. Just been an emo fuck. And we built a new cage for the piggies. ~_~ Still not done. We got a new guinea pig, Owen. Hes a himi pig. Similar to Siamese cat coloring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways. o_o Koko-bro is nagging me to work on my bio for Salvation City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SECRET HINT: EVENT COMING UP SOON~~~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why mooses and gooses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My name on Salvation City. Alternate account. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-3076310619952691868?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/3076310619952691868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=3076310619952691868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/3076310619952691868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/3076310619952691868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/05/mooses-and-gooses-chapter-4.html' title='Mooses And Gooses - Chapter 4.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-3689024783137059996</id><published>2008-05-25T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T15:16:42.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Back - Chapter 3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Forgot to mention.. That my dad now has diabetes. Mom's been slowly dying from it for years. Grandmother, and great-grandmother had it too. So I have to be checked out soon.. Cos.. I already have symptoms. Symptoms of a bad case of diabetes. But I haven't seen a Doc' for three years. Sooo... Oh well~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to talk about Salvation City. Been working on mah bio. -_- So damn long. Over nine pages..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta a chance to talk to him. Y'know.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really&lt;/span&gt; talk. Like.. Fifteen minutes.. But it was nice.. &lt;3 I wish he'd come back to me though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. &lt;3 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I think I lost your love"&lt;/span&gt; in my personal text on MSN?&lt;br /&gt;His response was.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"*pulls you down onto his lap again and wraps his arms around your waist* You'll never lose my love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;=giggles like a school girl~.= x3 &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" id="lyricsContent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; We're both looking for something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; We've been afraid to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; It's easier to be broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; It's easier to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Looking at you, holding my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; For once in my life I'm scared to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'm taking a chance letting you inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'm feeling alive all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; As deep as a scar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;under my skin&lt;br /&gt;Like being in love, she said, for the first time&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm wrong, I'm feeling right&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Like being in love with you for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're crashing&lt;br /&gt;Into the unknown&lt;br /&gt;We're lost in this&lt;br /&gt;But it feels like home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Fuck I'm in love...&lt;br /&gt;Yet.. I'm still too shy to admit it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Why is most of my writing ALWAYS about him?! &gt;///////&lt;;; Lovesick dork.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-3689024783137059996?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/3689024783137059996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=3689024783137059996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/3689024783137059996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/3689024783137059996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/05/come-back-chapter-3.html' title='Come Back - Chapter 3.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-9071908750165982970</id><published>2008-05-24T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T22:36:09.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia - Chapter 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song: &lt;/span&gt;Only One For Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arist: &lt;/span&gt;Brian Mcknight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..So. I guess this is entry two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iuno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week wasn't so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it. I've been listening to that song for almost an hour, and barely caught any lyrics to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. Day off school, was pretty good. Lonely day, barely any sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. Had a severe panic attack. Another lonely day. Barely any sleep. Spent most of the day trying to recover from the attack. Because it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bad..&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. Still recovering. Took forever to fall asleep. Then woke up at 1:30 with blood-sucking bugs on my face. =shudder.= Was up for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday. Was tired from being up most of the night. Couldn't do any work. Owen, the new guinea pig from the Rescue, came to us. Spent most of the day helping with that.&lt;br /&gt;Friday. More yelling than usual by the family. More.. Listening to how much they dislike me. Gabe lost his cell phone. Nathan gave it to me. And then.. I had to run through to the other side of the school (Weak lungs do not approve of this running) to catch Gabe before school ended. And guess what. Yeah. He ended up kissing me on the cheek in front of my best friend, zee gossip queen, Crys. And.. Gabe.. He knows I'm taken..&lt;br /&gt;Everyday: Being yelled at, insulted. Treated like shit for my existence. Fun stuff, kiddies. And being really lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Today. Went to Anime North, the anime convention here. Met up with friends. Bought a few things (Mostly Hinata based..). Bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; something. Bought sis something. Bought my friends a few things, only to have them save they were tired and wanted to go home, which pretty much meant that I had to go back home. Rode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to write an essay for Sociology/Psychology/Anthropology class, then present it. Plus one for English that I over-did the extension. Because I cant work. I can't concentrate. And study for my Biology exam and do extra credit so I might actually pass.. Plus hand in a Biology lab. And start my new English project.. But guess what. I cant freaking concentrate to do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh god.&lt;br /&gt;Oh god.&lt;br /&gt;Oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss another night of being with him.. And. Again,  I cant help but cry. because maybe if I wasn't so stubborn.. Maybe then he's know how much he really means to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts.&lt;br /&gt;...Yeah. Really original thar' Kami.&lt;br /&gt;But it's true.&lt;br /&gt;Because it hurts so damn much.. Being this close, yet so damn far away.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm admitting this.. But.. Even if it means I see him less, I find.. I cant smile as much. Or act happy around people. It's.. Like some crazy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;addiction&lt;/span&gt; where I crave the love. I'm.. Okay with just talking. With just being together.&lt;br /&gt;Why is that so much to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.. I've spent all weekend crying. And shit ain't even that bad. Guess thas'what happens when you keep things inside, and let them build..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cats and wolfs don't mix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NaruHina will never work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Certain people were just made to be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And maybe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just maybe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't live without you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy now that I admitted it..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He said he can't live without me either..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really wish that were true..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hold fuck I sound like a drama queen.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song Two:&lt;/span&gt; Is It You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artist Two: &lt;/span&gt;Cassie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something as simple as "cheer up" made me cry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-9071908750165982970?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/9071908750165982970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=9071908750165982970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/9071908750165982970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/9071908750165982970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/05/insomnia-chapter-2.html' title='Insomnia - Chapter 2.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015293245141917464.post-311099108897322488</id><published>2008-04-27T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T13:30:36.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning - Chapter 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;- So. This is the first post of my blog.. Thinger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yay. :3 Everyone can read about lil' ol' Kamicakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Soo.. Uhhh.. Maybe I should start of by talking about myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My name's Kami. Fo' real, yo'. xD I'm gunna be seventeen on June 12th. Uhhh. I'm short. Currently have brown hair, but it's naturally black. o-o Gray eyes. Stormy gray. Turns bright blue or slate sometimes. And I'm super ghostly pale. &lt;3 And apparently under-weight. o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If I was to be classified as any animal in the world, I'd be a house cat. We kitties are notoriously lazy, and we dont do good in relationships because of our laziness, and our need for independence. Yep. And we're very insecure and stuffs too. So we spend most of our time alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anyways. Sexuality. Confusing. xD I'm the lesbian who's dating a guy. As of tomorrow, 20 months. His name is Shugo. xD And despite how I act with everyone else, I really do love the little goober. He's really sweet and kind, and nice. &lt;333&gt;.&gt; But if he knew that, I'd have to pound his face in so I don't ruin my awesome image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- For your sake, I'll shut up. Because I can go on and on about my silly boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- So. I have a chain of paperclips. They make a crown. D: I am Queen Kami, ruler of pandas and all things cute'n'cuddly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- So yeah. I have three guinea pigs. Stinkie, the older girl, who does not stink at all but looks like a skunk, TImmy, the second oldest, blonde, from an animal rescue, and super cute apparently. &gt;.&gt;; So everyone has determined that Stinkie and Timmy are dating. And they have a "child", Annie. We got her from a friend who had a little from a rescue piggy. She is black, blonde, and has the same stripe as Stinkie. She looks exactly like Timmy and Stinkie's baby. She's really cute. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I also have two dweebish cats. The two are siblings, brother and sister. First, there's CC, which stands for "Crazy Cat". No joke. xD And he was adopted. We didn't name him, but it suits his persona. He's got cataracts, so he's losing his vision and is almost blind. He runs into doors a lot, and is the cat that watches me nekkid. o_o; He's brown, and tabbyful. So then there's Sunny, the girl. She's white and has a bit of the brown-gray splashes on her. She's starting to get cataracts too. But she's the shy one. The two kitties are opposites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And lastly. i have four frogs, two snakes, and fish. All in the tank. xD I used to have a shark, but my baby Aerix died. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uh... So I lost my flow. xD Role-playing with Shugi on MSN. Write later~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Kamicakes.~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015293245141917464-311099108897322488?l=kamikins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/feeds/311099108897322488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4015293245141917464&amp;postID=311099108897322488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/311099108897322488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015293245141917464/posts/default/311099108897322488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamikins.blogspot.com/2008/04/beginning-chapter-1.html' title='The Beginning - Chapter 1.'/><author><name>Kamiamiami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17969697764062688683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahmu9admpi8/Sm8s2mjaeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/_ypuVGUpw18/s1600-R/maysig2copy-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
