<?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-4426287437114964123</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:08:30.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.:[ Bloodlust.Galore ]:.</title><subtitle type='html'>With the sound of a thousand screaming, the smell of their rottening flesh will tease the atmosphere of humanity.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-6812573163141405845</id><published>2007-03-15T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T07:47:40.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Twenty-fourth blood butterfly -</title><content type='html'>I am. So tired. So dead. I am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Baiscally, I'm not remembering stuff now, but yesterday was White Day and I had free times to compose three songs without proper music- just the lyrics itself. Its a bit emo or every I don't really care, if you don't please don't read. Kae. The song closest to this is not finish, i have a feeling its lacking-- alot. So. Yay. &lt;3 Shinobinaki and Onii-sama, Onee-sama, Arigatou gozaimasu. =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-6812573163141405845?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/6812573163141405845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=6812573163141405845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/6812573163141405845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/6812573163141405845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/2007/03/twenty-fourth-blood-butterfly.html' title='- Twenty-fourth blood butterfly -'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-8522731568537549404</id><published>2007-03-15T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T07:44:38.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Lyrics] I had a dream- Aishiteru.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*[I had a dream, to be loved forever,&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream that I'll finally found you&lt;br /&gt;And in that dream, I was in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;You were kissing me down my neck&lt;br /&gt;and telling me "I love you" ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishiteru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that day came...&lt;br /&gt;When I did found you.&lt;br /&gt;But things were not the same.&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to hold you close.&lt;br /&gt;You were cold like ice.&lt;br /&gt;But you clamied you love me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are so much difficult&lt;br /&gt;-How do I explain this to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*[I had a dream, to be loved forever,&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream that I'll finally found you&lt;br /&gt;And in that dream, I was in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;You were kissing me down my neck&lt;br /&gt;and telling me "I love you" ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishiteru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So slowly, I'll try to let you understand,&lt;br /&gt;So slowly, I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;The person in me,&lt;br /&gt;And the goals that I have.&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, but definately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*[I had a dream, to be loved forever,&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream that I'll finally found you&lt;br /&gt;And in that dream, I was in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;You were kissing me down my neck&lt;br /&gt;and telling me "I love you" ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Aishiteru.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-8522731568537549404?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/8522731568537549404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=8522731568537549404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/8522731568537549404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/8522731568537549404'/><link 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wanna be held&lt;br /&gt;Your warmth, your comfort,&lt;br /&gt;Will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;and you wiped my tears&lt;br /&gt;and you told me&lt;br /&gt;it'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know how much that changed my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*Onii-sama, Onee-sama&lt;br /&gt;arigatou gozaimasu&lt;br /&gt;For being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday of my life.) x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things don't go right&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really pissed&lt;br /&gt;Summoning a masscare&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that you're all dead&lt;br /&gt;You were there.&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life&lt;br /&gt;You told me it was all right.&lt;br /&gt;and that you cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*Onii-sama, Onee-sama&lt;br /&gt;arigatou gozaimasu&lt;br /&gt;For being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday of my life.) x 2&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onii-sama, Onee-sama,&lt;br /&gt;Arigatou Gozaimasu&lt;br /&gt;For being there for me&lt;br /&gt;When the world was with me&lt;br /&gt;When things started to smile&lt;br /&gt;When things were at their peak&lt;br /&gt;You were still there with me.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't left me alone to smile&lt;br /&gt;by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*Onii-sama, Onee-sama&lt;br /&gt;arigatou gozaimasu&lt;br /&gt;For being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday of my life.) x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onii-sama, Onee-sama, arigatou gozaimasu.&lt;br /&gt;For being when I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;For being there when i cry.&lt;br /&gt;For being there for me&lt;br /&gt;Everyday,&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-1905307188115160700?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-2354208140224531673</id><published>2007-03-15T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T07:22:46.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Lyrics] Shinobinaki (Silent Tears)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never knew how different I was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;until I started crying about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never expected things to be like this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I can't change it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I wished I could.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you ever knew that I wished I was the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like the rest of you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But its too hard to be like you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its too hard for me-- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm suffering silently.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Shinobinaki,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silent tears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm crying, I'm crying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you can't hear me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please, I beg you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't leave me hanging.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There has been times where things are so &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;unexpected.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I just don't know what to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its too hard to pursue,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its too scary to be alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then I went wishing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That things will be alright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will go as I want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I can't handle the silent pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Shinobinaki,&lt;br /&gt;Silent tears.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying, I'm crying&lt;br /&gt;but you can't hear me.&lt;br /&gt;Please, I beg you&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me hanging.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shinobinaki (silent tears)...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shinobinaki...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never knew how different I was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;until I started crying about it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never expected things to be like this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I can't change it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I wish I could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then I went wishing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That things will be alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things will go as I want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I can't handle the silent pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Shinobinaki,&lt;br /&gt;Silent tears.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying, I'm crying&lt;br /&gt;but you can't hear me.&lt;br /&gt;Please, I beg you&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me hanging.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shinobinaki... silent tears...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shinobi...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..naki. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-2354208140224531673?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/2354208140224531673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=2354208140224531673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/2354208140224531673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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You won't know if I lied. I won't let you. says:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, these people are within my school. People involved in this thing: Sec 4s: Rozanne, Me, Anthea, Sec 2s: Rachael, Janice and Samantha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ÂñÐ®Ë jØ { &lt;a href="http://takeiteasy-.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://takeiteasy-.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; } says:&lt;br /&gt;now the plot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::*[ShiChidea]*::. You won't know if I lied. I won't let you. says:&lt;br /&gt;So the sec 4's are quite good friends. And the sec 2s are goof friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..::*[ShiChidea]*::. You won't know if I lied. I won't let you. says:&lt;br /&gt;okay. so Janice sms'ed me from out of the blue to join this conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::*[ShiChidea]*::. You won't know if I lied. I won't let you. says:&lt;br /&gt;Me, being nice and what not, thinking like "Okay, how bad can it get" called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::*[ShiChidea]*::. You won't know if I lied. I won't let you. says:&lt;br /&gt;Then then conversation started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::*[ShiChidea]*::. You won't know if I lied. I won't let you. says:&lt;br /&gt;You know what fangirls are right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::*[ShiChidea]*::. You won't know if I lied. I won't let you. says:&lt;br /&gt;They are listed as #1 Scary anime things that should be avoided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::*[ShiChidea]*::. You won't know if I lied. I won't let you. says:&lt;br /&gt;So these two girls, Rachael and Samantha were talking alot. 75% of it being Anthea. and 20% being Rozanne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::*[ShiChidea]*::. You won't know if I lied. I won't let you. says:&lt;br /&gt;Janice didn't speak most of the time. Probably too shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::*[ShiChidea]*::. You won't know if I lied. I won't let you. says:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so i was listening to them and what they think and what they know and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::*[ShiChidea]*::. You won't know if I lied. I won't let you. says:&lt;br /&gt;I, giving them some.. uh. New info or just renewing some info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::*[ShiChidea]*::. You won't know if I lied. I won't let you. says:&lt;br /&gt;about the people they are ..fanning all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::*[ShiChidea]*::. You won't know if I lied. I won't let you. says:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then Janice said like "They wanted you, anthea and rozanne to join the conversation".Okay, so I was.. like.. called anthea and passed the message when she was bathing. She said she would call back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::*[ShiChidea]*::. You won't know if I lied. I won't let you. says:&lt;br /&gt;And she didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::*[ShiChidea]*::. You won't know if I lied. I won't let you. says:&lt;br /&gt;Then Rachael called uh.. ROzanne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::*[ShiChidea]*::. You won't know if I lied. I won't let you. says:&lt;br /&gt;For some reason or another, she didn't pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::*[ShiChidea]*::. You won't know if I lied. I won't let you. says:&lt;br /&gt;..The moment i started becoming 'afraid' or 'freaked out', but still laughing and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::*[ShiChidea]*::. You won't know if I lied. I won't let you. says:&lt;br /&gt;I called for anthea for help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::*[ShiChidea]*::. You won't know if I lied. I won't let you. says:&lt;br /&gt;anthea called Samantha, in the midst of the conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::*[ShiChidea]*::. You won't know if I lied. I won't let you. says:&lt;br /&gt;and whatshername.. Rachael. 'disappeared'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::*[ShiChidea]*::. You won't know if I lied. I won't let you. says:&lt;br /&gt;okay, this was what the last part of the original conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::*[ShiChidea]*::. You won't know if I lied. I won't let you. says:&lt;br /&gt;Rachael: My Antheaa!&lt;br /&gt;Me; What, that's it? aren't you suppose to call like antheaa *Anthea joins conversation* Antthea, oh anthea.&lt;br /&gt;Anthea: Jas?&lt;br /&gt;-Most went silent, some laughing-&lt;br /&gt;Me; Anthea?&lt;br /&gt;Anthea; Jas, I have a proposal for you--&lt;br /&gt;Me; Anthea! They missed you!&lt;br /&gt;-Voice beind, but mostly silent-&lt;br /&gt;Anthea: Nevermind, Jas I have a proposal.&lt;br /&gt;Me; huh, again?&lt;br /&gt;Anthea: Yeah, on the count of three, we put down the phone&lt;br /&gt;Me; Okay&lt;br /&gt;"1"&lt;br /&gt;"2"&lt;br /&gt;"3" *hang up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Still laughing. Its been a few minutes now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-153494820494664682?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/153494820494664682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=153494820494664682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/153494820494664682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/153494820494664682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/2007/03/twenty-third-blood-butterfly.html' title='- Twenty-third Blood Butterfly -'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-4157800771574954127</id><published>2007-03-03T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T03:33:49.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Twenty Second Blood Butterfly -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Depressed. Depressed.Depressed. Depressed.Depressed. Depressed.Depressed. Depressed.Depressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tired. Sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I come online and I did the shittyiest thing in my life. I just insulted someone's religion. I mean, yeah. Omg. What the hell is up with me. And you know, i just noticed it was unintentional. and this someone just came up to tell me I'm pulling that person down, BUT WELL I'M SORRY. And then there was another arguement. And then shit happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My online siblings and uncle started an argument and I was USELESS. I SWEAR, USELESS. But hey, not only was I useless, I MADE THINGS WORSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;WELL SHIT, I'M SORRY FOR BEING WEAK. Thanks ALOT for understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don't know, I'm just not me anymore. Its screaming in me. I'm not me. I don't understand why. And its not helping me at all. My phantom limbs are just ACHING everytimes I have clothes on. T_T; As if my emotionally being isn't in pain enough, this has to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm hiding too much of me. It's hidden that I myself can't see it. It has dissolved. Gone. No more. I don't even know sometimes who the fuck i am. Its VERY frustating, you know. Its like. I'm me, but not me. Its like. Ah shit, I don't know. I'm not me anymore. I just know how to make people think of me because of what I do. I do know the things humans want to see in a specific situations and the specific reactions they want to have. Its completely not hard at all. But I love to twist the situation to see new reactions. Maybe I'm still learning. But I don't get it. Now that's my hobby. Just to twist the simple reactions- or untwist it for humans to see it primitively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Psychology is a wonderful subject. And the human mind is actually only that narrow. But its a dangerous thing. I twist it so much just for a test for them. But when i don't get the results I want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just end up hurting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i18.tinypic.com/4d2c1hz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.tinypic.com/4d2c1hz.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.tinypic.com/2zxmw42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.tinypic.com/2zxmw42.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i13.tinypic.com/47cxrmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.tinypic.com/47cxrmo.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-4157800771574954127?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/4157800771574954127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=4157800771574954127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/4157800771574954127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/4157800771574954127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/2007/03/twenty-second-blood-butterfly.html' title='-Twenty Second Blood Butterfly -'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i18.tinypic.com/4d2c1hz_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-6384932803706089527</id><published>2007-02-26T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T03:07:54.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Twenty-first Blood Butterfly -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Title: Child of Festives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Full Name: Kamikawa Kyuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aliases: Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;.:: Q is simply the short form for 'Quintessence' but pronounced and written as "Kyuu" ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gender: Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Species: Zashikiwarashi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;About her Species: Zashiki-warashi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Reference from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.obakemono.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.obakemono.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This child-like spirit is said to inhabit the inner rooms of old houses and other buildings. It often appears as a little girl but it can be a boy as well. Sometimes it plays with the children of the house, but it never lets the adults see it. Although it is fond of mischief, the zashiki-warashi is a beneficial little spook, and houses it lives in have extremely good fortune. This fortune quickly turns to disastrously bad luck, however, if the ghost child ever leaves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Reference from xxxHolic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-weak against ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-will and malice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-doesn't really go to places with much humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-usually retreats with the Karasu-Tengu to the sacred grounds of the mountains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Age: Roughly about 68 but looks 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Height: 122 cm [ 4" ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Weight: 20kg [45lbs]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hair: Maroon-ish brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eyes: maroon-ish brown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before Kamikawa Kyuu was Kyuu:&lt;br /&gt;Kyuu was once a child named Midorikawa Chiaki who was born into a very fine and decent family. Chiaki had the ability to see the supernatural and was capable of having fine games of snowball fights or even a decent conversation with them. The most she ever hang out with were the Karasu-tengu, the crow tengus. Especially the few that live just outside her window. However, compared to the other children, she was still unable to speak at the age of 4. Inclusive to her deficiencies, she is also unable to walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;On her Death date:&lt;br /&gt;Chiaki died on the 8th of August, one of the 12 days that the Hitotsune-kozo came to visit her house to play. The child kindly "asked" the supernatural being to give her an illness that could result in death for she had seen enough of the hardships that the Midorikawa family has been suffering though her lack of capabilities. On the other hand, the Hitotsune-kozo was quite elated for they know her death could result in her turning into a Zashiki-warashi. Hito-dama appeared as her death time came. And soon, she found herself together once again with the other supernatural beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;About species: Hitotsume-kozo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In form this spectre is a child of ten years or so, usually a bald-headed young Buddhist monk, but its face is dominated by its one huge eye. Like many obake who are largely human in appearance, the hitotsume-koz? enjoys using its monstrous attributes to surprise and frighten people, and loves sassing the humans it meets, telling them to "be quiet!" or greeting them with other childish chides and mockery.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes said to be spirits of disease that appear on the eighth of the month, the one-eyed boys can be repelled by hanging baskets in doorways; the cycloptic little monsters see the basket's many holes as a vast amount of eyes, and run away in jealousy, ashamed of only having one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;About species: Hito-dama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The spirits of the newly dead are said to take the form of great floating balls of fire, glowing in amber, pale blue or ruddy-white like the moon, sometimes dragging long blue flickering tails behind them. A hito-dama is often seen shortly before a sick person dies, leaving the weakening body and heading off for the next stage of existence. They often fall to earth or fade away shortly after they are seen, leaving a foamy or slimy residue on whatever they touch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that...:&lt;br /&gt;Kyuu immediately left her home where she died and wandered around than compared to the many Zashiki-warashi that stayed in one home. She mostly follows the few supernatural beings that also wanders and has communicated with her one way or another. However, it is the Karasu-tengu that follows her all the time no matter where she goes. Eveutally, she gathers a small group with her as she goes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-6384932803706089527?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/6384932803706089527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=6384932803706089527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/6384932803706089527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/6384932803706089527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/2007/02/twentith-blood-butterfly_26.html' title='- Twenty-first Blood Butterfly -'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-7066815980709118305</id><published>2007-02-24T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T01:48:18.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Twentith Blood Butterfly -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I learnt something about myself today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cancer, the fourth Sign of the Zodiac, is all about home. Those born under this Sign are 'roots' kinds of people and take great pleasure in the comforts of home and family. Cancers are maternal, domestic and love to nurture others. More than likely, their family will be large, too -- the more, the merrier! Cancers will certainly be merry if their home life is serene and harmonious. Traditions are upheld with great zest in a Cancer's household, since these folks&lt;strong&gt; prize family history and love communal activities&lt;/strong&gt;. They also tend to be &lt;strong&gt;patriotic&lt;/strong&gt;, waving the flag whenever possible. A &lt;strong&gt;Cancer's good memory&lt;/strong&gt; is the basis for stories told around the dinner table, and don't be surprised if these folks get emotional about things to boot. Those born under this Sign wear their heart on their sleeve, which is just fine by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mascot of Cancerians is the Crab, and much like this shelled little critter, Cancerians are quick to retreat into their shells if it suits their mood. No wonder these folks are called crabby! For Cancer, it's not that big of a deal, though, since they consider this 'shell' a second home (and they do love home). The flip side of this hiding is that shell-bound Crabs are often quite moody. Further, in keeping with their difficulty in sharing their innermost feelings, it can become a Herculean task to pry a Crab out of its secret hiding place. What to do? Give the Crab time -- eventually these folks will come out to play again. When they do, they'll be the first to say so, in keeping with the Cardinal Quality attached to this Sign. It's said that &lt;strong&gt;Crabs are first to laugh and first to cry&lt;/strong&gt;, so you can bet they'll fill you in. That shell, by the way, isn't the only tough thing about Crabs. These folks are &lt;strong&gt;tenacious and strong-willed&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;like to get their way&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;If their well-documented kindness and gentleness doesn't do the trick, however, they're not above using emotional manipulation to make things happen. If that still doesn't work, they'll just go back to their shell and sulk, or find a way to get back at the source of their pain,&lt;/strong&gt; since Crabs can be rather vindictive. That said, any self-respecting Crab would tell you that they are ultimately motivated by protecting their home and loved ones, a most &lt;strong&gt;noble goal&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancerians are ruled by the Moon, the Great Mother of the heavens in ancient times. Here on Earth, this is manifested in the Crab's maternal instincts and desire to protect home and hearth. This may appear smothering at times, but that's the Crab for you. The Moon is associated with fertility, too, a quality which is most pleasing to Cancerians. The Moon is also the ruler of moods, and Cancers have plenty of those. These folks can cry you a river if they're so inclined, and they usually are. They can be overly sensitive, easily hurt and prone to brooding. Even so, Crabs find it easy to be sympathetic to others and are quick to show their affection. Their intuition is also a great help to them, especially in times of stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Element associated with Cancer is Water. Like the rolling waves of the sea, the Crab's emotions can make quite a splash. &lt;strong&gt;These folks tend to pick up on things and bring them in, with the outward result ranging from sentimentality to possessiveness&lt;/strong&gt;. Crabs need to resist the temptation to become selfish or to feel sorry for themselves, since this behavior won't help. On the bright side, &lt;strong&gt;Cancers are good with money&lt;/strong&gt; (although some consider them too thrifty), probably because they value a sense of security. Crabs are also quick to help others and tend to avoid confrontation. In keeping with their nurturing bent, those born under this Sign are a &lt;strong&gt;whiz with food&lt;/strong&gt;. A hearty picnic on the Fourth of July is heaven on earth to most Crabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancers often find that a robust workout session is just the tonic for their touchy feelings. Team sports are always nice, since they offer a sense of community; water polo should be elemental to aquatic Crabs. What are their team colors? The Moon is silver and white. Since Cancerians have a tendency to be lazy, however, they may need someone to push them out the door. When it comes to the game of love, eager &lt;strong&gt;Crabs are devoted&lt;/strong&gt;, romantic and able to get things going on their own. Crabs are wise to listen to their gut, since this Sign rules the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great strength of the Cancer-born is the tenacity with which they protect their loved ones. These folks don't ask for much, either: a comfortable home and sense of peace about sums it up. It's that nurturing instinct which makes Cancerians a pleasure to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well. That was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1-I don't have a good memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2- I'm not from Japan. (i'm patriotic to them?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3- strong willed? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, you read. Wohoo for emotional manipulation &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/stargazing/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.quizilla.com/stargazing&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/4426287437114964123-7066815980709118305?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/7066815980709118305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=7066815980709118305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/7066815980709118305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/7066815980709118305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/2007/02/twentith-blood-butterfly.html' title='-Twentith Blood Butterfly -'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-8624397415671649028</id><published>2007-02-23T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T08:11:54.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Nineteenth Blood Butterfly -</title><content type='html'>Friends are really odd things. I don't know how to explain. But I'm really tired of this roller coaster emotional ride. I mean, wow its fun and stuff. But enough, really. Is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm just plain selfish- or downright self-centered. I cannot be left alone. But I'm not lonely. Theres always so many people around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really- I'm sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two-faced, dishonest, untrusty, and really really not worth it. They are  predictable. That's how narrow a mind can be. Because everything comes from a core. Its to simple. Its too predictable. Its just. JUST. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't put it into words- maybe a drawing later. But its hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not lonely.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not depressed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-8624397415671649028?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/8624397415671649028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=8624397415671649028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/8624397415671649028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/8624397415671649028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/2007/02/nineteenth-blood-butterfly.html' title='- Nineteenth Blood Butterfly -'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-631245876047479064</id><published>2007-02-14T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T07:01:50.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Eighteenth Blood Butterfly -</title><content type='html'>Yosh, minna-san~ Happy V-day to those who are reading my blog for this, today's posty~ There's a gifty to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zippyvideos.com/7843001066654276/donevalentinefouranimes_0001/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.zvhost.com/2/m/m3vv605q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chiddy &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-631245876047479064?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/631245876047479064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=631245876047479064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/631245876047479064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/631245876047479064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/2007/02/eighteenth-blood-butterfly.html' title='- Eighteenth Blood Butterfly -'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-6893627258856705506</id><published>2007-02-11T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T09:19:43.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Seventeenth Blood Butterfly -</title><content type='html'>Yosh, minna-sama~! Well, there goes another weekend, then. My mom just came in and bitched about me being on the internet, and thats like.. damn annoying. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fairly good day today... weekend. Lets see what I did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1]&lt;br /&gt;I added a few more numbers into my Anime Watched List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Red Garden&lt;br /&gt;53. Air Summer Special (*)&lt;br /&gt;54. Amaenaideyo!! Katsu!! (Ecchi/Harem)&lt;br /&gt;55. Digimon Savers.&lt;br /&gt;56. Soul Link&lt;br /&gt;57. Futakoi Alternate (Ecchi)(*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2]&lt;br /&gt;I got to RP incest with my online brother~ Ahaha. &lt;3 (Btw, I developed a dylxsic problem of the words insects and incests.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3]&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I studied. Ooh, yes, I did. Ahuh, I did, i stressed the fuck out of myself, and constantly sleeping late just to fulfill the 'What I Want to Do' List after finishing the 'oh,fuck,study' list. You know, crap like that. I mean like shit, everyone's happy that I'm a good girl. So. Just act "AWWW" They can go die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4]&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes I’m afraid to look at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid of what I’d see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to know what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reluctant to know what I have brought upon others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The sufferings, pain, bitterness, hate, blood and tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why me? What have I done to deserve such a life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone would take away my misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone could wash away my dirt, scrub away my stains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know this will never be, so why hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After all why would anyone help…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..The cursed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds appealing?&lt;br /&gt;No, -I'M- not being emo, jerk. This is from a story my friend began to write. Tho she just began, i can tell you to expect an adventure-filled story. =3&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;&lt;a href="http://demented-hatter.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://demented-hatter.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically what I can remember, since I can't remember much. And I'M TIRED. RAWR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-[ Would you like to die, just this once? ]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-6893627258856705506?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/6893627258856705506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=6893627258856705506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/6893627258856705506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/6893627258856705506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/2007/02/seventeenth-blood-butterfly.html' title='- Seventeenth Blood Butterfly -'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-3618433836616485562</id><published>2007-02-03T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T09:19:43.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Sixteenth Blood Butterfly -</title><content type='html'>わたしわ血ちょ著です。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. PVC is finally over and we've got into Singapore's book of Records. PVC = project Vibrant colours. Hopefully it'll be the biggest pen collgue in the world too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Today, I went shopping for my Chinese New Year clothes. And guess what I got?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.tinypic.com/333xt0j.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yeah. G-LOL chinese new year clothes. ^_^ It IS red with no black as mom requested, yo. &lt;br&gt;And to be narcisstic, here's more pictures! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.tinypic.com/4dz0w1v.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.tinypic.com/4c0fx9j.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.tinypic.com/2d7y07c.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.tinypic.com/29wu9ns.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.tinypic.com/34imhcy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.tinypic.com/2lkcq5j.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.tinypic.com/4d4bnex.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.tinypic.com/2ueu3vt.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Except for the first picture, the rest were taken today. ^_^. And taking AJ-chan for taking some of them too! &lt;3 &lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-3618433836616485562?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/3618433836616485562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=3618433836616485562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/3618433836616485562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/3618433836616485562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/2007/02/sixteenth-blood-butterfly.html' title='- Sixteenth Blood Butterfly -'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.tinypic.com/333xt0j_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-1046757269726763605</id><published>2007-02-02T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T08:05:56.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Fifteenth Blood Butterfly -</title><content type='html'>Whoa shit, why did I ranted on the 12th of January for?&lt;br /&gt;I was just reading the post I SHOULD HAVE PLACED UP HERE A FEW WEEKS AGO, and I'ms till wondering what the hell happened to make me feel like that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its all over now, so anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty good stressful-to-the-core days and I fell ill on Wednesday due.. to overworking of my body? I don't know, can you call it that?I mean now, I'm all tired and shit, but look. I've got 18/20 for my cumulative frequency test and 15.5/25 for my Bio topical test. And THAT'S quite new, you know. I mean, I PASSED my subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But my wings are so worn out that its colours are soon fading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYWAYS there seems to be a new event and experience that is brewing within me. I know it, i just can FEEEL it bubble. Bubble with excitement. However, I'll just see how cold can the butterflies be still. Because the butterflies I know tend not to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-1046757269726763605?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/1046757269726763605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=1046757269726763605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/1046757269726763605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/1046757269726763605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/2007/02/fifteenth-blood-butterfly.html' title='- Fifteenth Blood Butterfly -'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-491588010391703255</id><published>2007-02-02T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T07:58:56.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Fourteenth Blood Butterfly -</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, January 16, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cautious, Rant -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if its just me or is it everything around me as well.There are times where the butterflies that surrounds me are filled with excitement, and everything that is positively ...positive.Yet there are times where the butterflies are so cold, and they seem to leave me alone.Maybe its really just me.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one day, I'll return into my shell. And I'll forcefully cut off my own wings. Maybe one day, I'll make a mask. Yes, a thick metal mask, and I'll wear it as a shelter. A protection over my face. I'll chain myself to the ground, a isolated place. I'll cover my ears, I'll close my eyes, and cut off my tongue. Then, I'll scream. Maybe that one day, will come. And I will be relieve of everything that I hate, that I avoid and that which hates me. Maybe, just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;People see me as a social butterfly- i mean, if you knew me, sure you do, and that daily mood swings and unable to comphrehend this every seeking attention brat.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for that.&lt;br /&gt;If my academics were as great as my attidute, maybe I'll still like me. But its not. Its the WORST. I'm lazy and.. and.. crap.. and argh. I'm insane. In a bad way now. I mean, I look at the people around me. THere's Vi-chan. She's quiet, mysterious, calm and collected. And she gets GOOD grades for her science. And what she wants others to see her, is under HER control. And there's the other 'crazy' -in a good way, lot. *Proper word is enthusiastic*. I mean, sure, they have their bad points. But, look at them. THey are getting GOOD grades. And there's 4.3's2007Chairperson-person. I mean, she can be annoying, yet funny, and cool, and quite a rubis cube sometimes, but SHE gets really good grades. And hell, thats only in my class. I DON'T want to get to the others.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, honeslty, shit. I study, and I get the fucking same grades. Its that type of unexplainable fustrations. Theres no one HINT in me of being perfect. Or do i feel myself having accomplished SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;Please, if you want to stop here, then stop. So I can spill things out that I haven't the long times since I last posted. (Internet curfew).&lt;br /&gt;I THANK MY MOM FOR TAKING THE INTERNET AWAY, ACTUALLY.If I were to have return to my two-world state I'm always in, i swear to the Lady of the Silver Moon that I WILL NOT be able to cope with my own emotions. I'm all confused and shit now if I should or should not hide myself, and that's in real life. I have this ... problem. I want to hide myself, but I'm afraid of being alone thing. I'm so scared of things leaving me that I wish not to get attached to them. But I don't know if its the same for everything. Attachment can lead to addiction to me. Eg. My chatting habits = addiction. And I don't even feel that same feelings i used to when everything was once united.&lt;br /&gt;ARGGH. I DON'T KNOW. Perhaps everything is really breaking down bit by bit, like a wool-made sweater's string was being pulled and the sweater is going lesser and lesser and leaving someone cold and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not living for myself. Then again, 'myself' isn't really here before. I'm just a mixture of everyone that I look up to, making me someone who is not me.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling to me is a piece of joy.Not smiling to me can be a grave sin.&lt;br /&gt;Laughing gives me the courage to live on.Frowning gives me the wish to die.&lt;br /&gt;Showing happiness will not affect the others.Showing my inner happiness is a crime.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to fly is a dream.Not flying keeps me safe.&lt;br /&gt;Walking into dangers brings me excitement.Keeping myself safe gives me my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking my thoughts will let me be knownbut will also break my barriers and shell.I don't want that.&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;What's the meaning of able to trust someone, when I can't even physcially trust people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-491588010391703255?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/491588010391703255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=491588010391703255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/491588010391703255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/491588010391703255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/2007/02/fourteenth-blood-butterfly.html' title='- Fourteenth Blood Butterfly -'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-1932930790290933894</id><published>2006-12-26T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T01:36:45.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Thirteenth blood butterfly -</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I made a list of animes that I have watched.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;NightHead Genesis [*]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;D Gray Man [*]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sister Princess [Completed]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elemental Gelade [Completed]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gensoumaden Saiyuki [Completed]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saiyuki Reload [Completed]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sukisho [Completed/Shounen Ai]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loveless [Completed/Shounen Ai]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bleach [**]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Angel Sanctuary [Completed]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cardcaptor Sakura [Completed]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Air [Completed]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DNAngel [Completed]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tsukuyomi MoonPhase [*]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trinity Blood [**]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;xxxHolic [**]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shaman King&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scrapped Princess [Completed]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Serial Experimental Lain [Completed/Must Watch]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rozen Maiden [Completed/Must Watch]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rozen Maiden Traumend [Completed/Must Watch]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Love My Younger Sister [Completed/Incest]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Neon Genesis Evangelion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mai Hime [Completed]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mai Otome [Completed]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fruit Basket [Completed]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kyo Kara Maou&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jigoku Shoujo [Completed/**]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jigoku Shoujo Futakomori&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hellsing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gundam Seed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gundam Seed Destiny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getbackers [Completed]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fate Stay Night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Disgaea [Completed]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chobits [Completed]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chrno Crusade [Completed]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blackcat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elfen Lied&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bottled Fairy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Busou Renkin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Angel's Feather [Completed/Shounen Ai]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ah! My Goddess&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ragnarok : The Animation [Completed]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kikoushi Enma [Completed]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gravitation [Completed]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kagihime&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ai no Kusabi [Completed/Shounen Ai]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tsubasa Chronicle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suzumiya Haruhi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ouran High School Host Club [Completed*]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know theres more. I just can't remember what. o-O;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[* = Go watch.] [** = DIE DIE MUST WATCH.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here's some anime I'm waiting to watch. Or plan to watch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rozen Maiden: ouverture&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moelcan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gankutsuou&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DearS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black Blood Brothers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Burst Angel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grave of the Fireflies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ergo Proxy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw the name and thought they'd be intresting ^^.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways. Time for the blogging. I'm off to Sammy-chan's party in a good 20 minutes to meet up with the rest. Hell, make that 30. 40. ~ long pause ~. Forget it, I'll leave at 5:55.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I'm back online, but I don't know when this chance might just fall down and break. And maybe when that happens, I'll might just completely forget coming online or something x.x; See whats ahead, shall we?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I spent Christmas in a very unqiue way. On the 24th, I left for my cousin's house at approximately 5 - 6 pm. After that, I stayed there until 3 am. Gambling FOR christmas. ^.^ Sins? Whats that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really don't know what to type now. I'm all tired and now adays I'm having a thunderstorm with my emotions, so I'm rather lost and stuff. I got a feeling another migraine attack might hit me sometime soon. Ah. Come what may.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sadness knows my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is proof that I have been given life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And life offers a change to find love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all its myrid forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love we find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is what frees us from sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-1932930790290933894?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/1932930790290933894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=1932930790290933894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/1932930790290933894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/1932930790290933894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/2006/12/thirteenth-blood-butterfly.html' title='- Thirteenth blood butterfly -'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-5508274270081217327</id><published>2006-12-16T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T05:37:05.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Twelveth Blood Butterfly-</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Finally. EOY Cosplay Convention 2006 is finished. This armourless swordsman has returned to Prontera to rest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHUAAA. SO TIRED @_@ I feel like flopping down and playing dead right now. But. I got homework. So. Can't. Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night slept at 1 am, woke up at 7 am, left the house at 9 am, got to my friend's place at 10. There, I prepared everything, also giving up on my armor. Then, we left at 12. Reached there around 12 +? Gathered and ENTERED the hall at 1:30. Reported to the voting booth to actually say that "Team RO 2006 is here~!" And yeah. Went backstage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHUAA. I was SO nervous. But. Yeah. I saw some characters. They were so cool *_*; Like Vincent from FF7AC. I started poking, actually, I asked him if I could hold his gun. And i did. And I was all.. ":O!!!" ish. It was awesome. And then, yeah. There was this guy.. Raphael from Soul Calibur. His blade was SO Shiny. *-*~ I was all. "Ooh." so from then on, I called him Mr. Shiny. HE CAN BALLROOM DANCE. So yeah. I bothered ALOT ALOT of unknown people. Like that Nekozawa and Tamaki from Ouran. I started Poking them and they STARED at me. Like NORMS. EWWW. So yeah. Then we acted. I sorta screwed up a line, but yeah. I comprimised. And stuff. Yeah. So. Yeah. THats what kinda happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm all @__________@ --&gt; x.x --&gt; z.z;;; ish.&lt;br /&gt;I met lots and ltos of friends there, yo. And was like o_O; and and and i saw my Manga teacher. It was like WHOA. Go [ &lt;a href="http://sgcafe.com"&gt;http://sgcafe.com&lt;/a&gt; ]. And check it out and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a long day. Yet so little post. I must lack knowledge of stuff. Or don't remember. Or tired. Or stuff. But yeah. I'll throw pictures one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE DAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-5508274270081217327?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/5508274270081217327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=5508274270081217327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/5508274270081217327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/5508274270081217327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/2006/12/twelveth-blood-butterfly.html' title='- Twelveth Blood Butterfly-'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-839681535190555191</id><published>2006-12-12T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T07:00:32.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Eleventh Blood Butterfly -</title><content type='html'>Well. Today. I went to... City Hall at 6:30 + for practice. We did a few runs, did some 'pose discussion' and stuff like that, so don't expect much. Only High Priestess, Assassin, Monk and Sting and I went for today's meeting. Tomorrow, Acolyte will join us. High Wizard will be busy until Friday (NOOOOO) Cosplay's on the Saturday. So. Yeah. But that went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home just a few minutes ago. Now its going to be 11. I got home at... 10:15? Yeah, around there. and my friend, Keita, asked me something about what I want for my wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, HONESTLY. I haven't thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;Thats not that important to me yet.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL. I haven't had much thought about it, but I can offer you this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cosplay on my wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Heck,&lt;br /&gt;I want EVERYONE to cosplay at my wedding. I don't want it to be a me-only thing. Or Me and Mr. Right thing only. It'll be too boring. Well, its me now. I know, my wedding dress, I want it to be like.. Lolita Dressish. And CONFIRM, I want WINGS on mine. White, angelic wings. Halos aren't nesscary. And The flowers I hold, I want them golden. I want my wedding in a cathedral. Thoses really grand ones. Maybe that one at Orchard.. my school's history crap place.. uhh.. CHIJ..Chimes? What? Ah, heck, there. Or maybe go overseas just to get married, I don't know. Whereever it is, I want it in a cathedral. A really nice one. With at least some people cosplaying. That will be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want my life to be everything butordinary. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because being normal sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-839681535190555191?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/839681535190555191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=839681535190555191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/839681535190555191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/839681535190555191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/2006/12/eleventh-blood-butterfly.html' title='- Eleventh Blood Butterfly -'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-6236750276447149860</id><published>2006-12-10T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T08:45:59.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Tenth Blood Butterfly -</title><content type='html'>iFuture lauch rocks. =3 It was totally awesome. Right now, its 11:37 PM, got home roughly about 11 PM? Well anyways. Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was at Project Vibrant Colours charity thingie. We sold cookies while trying to raise funds for St. Luke's Elder Care Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i came home early to get ready and stuff to meet my friend at Novena MRT.&lt;br /&gt;And so we did. Apparently there were other 2 people too. And Doctor, who was an Infocomm Ambassador too, thought the same as did. And this was it: "If AJ-chan told us to meet here, half an hour isn't enough to get there." But to my surprise, even if we got there late, it was fine. o_O;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were at the science centre. And we were given this weird card thingies, which would be further mentioned, and then we went in. So we saw like these dressed up guys in stilts. Walking around and stuff. I was honestly so afraid of them x_x!!!! but, none the less, I managed a "HI!", then shaked their hands. And Ran-ran, Lani, AJ-chan , Doctor (&lt;- Infocomm Abassadors) and Jo-jo (Extra guy) was all like 'rofl'. BUT THEY WERE SO TALL. The people on the stilts, that is. Then we walked furthur down and saw some 'lame' people. I mean, they were acting lame. Lame as in can't walk. Thats okay, but they had weird hair and weird costume, it made them look really scary. Once again, i managed a "Hi, doesn't that hurt?" Cos like, they guys were placing support on the canes that support your whole arm. WELL. Then he began to follow me a bit, until I went.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you need help?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Have a nice day"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"^_^ OKAY~!"&lt;br /&gt;Then i ran past the people who just stood there and acted like statues. I REALLY REALLY am afraid of those. I ran past them, screaming. So... thenthenthen, we went into the exhibition. We saw really cool things, like pressing a button and something move, or or that virtual wall spray paint thingie. And then there was this virtual golf. Its all having to hold something irl and affecting the screen in one way or another. Yeah. So there were x-box games and stuff, and some physcial game that appears on TV, then there was this transport thing. It was like, you stand on it, and how you place your weight suggest which direction you are moving. So yeah, that was totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, we had this auditorium we had to sit in,and list to speech. And the president 'teleported' in, they they showed.. flashy lights, literally. And there, they show the use of holographic stuff, and like human interacting with 3D, inside a screen. It was cute. And at the last part, they showed us their little 'kites' with motors on them, and they zoomed over our heads. It was SO SO COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, then, then,we went over to iSpace for Dinner. And saw ALLLL the scary people there too.&lt;br /&gt;o first thing in my mind "Lets go look at something else, please,pleaseplease." But, of course, with friends around. I don't mind. And that pretend crippled guy came up and talk to me again ^_^ Even though greeted with a "YOU AGAIN?!" XD;;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, the fun part was checking out all the cool stuff. I get to cling onto someone again~! Miss doing that, hoenstly. Might upload some pictures later. I'm blank blank at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Loveless. &gt;_&gt;. &lt;3 its so cyooote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-6236750276447149860?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/6236750276447149860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=6236750276447149860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/6236750276447149860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/6236750276447149860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/2006/12/tenth-blood-butterfly.html' title='- Tenth Blood Butterfly -'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-7733550611621764042</id><published>2006-12-09T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T07:10:12.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Nineth Blood Butterfly -</title><content type='html'>On the 8th of December 2006, from 1/2 pm all the way to 6 pm, I had a cosplay rehearsal with my RO EOY team 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. It was kinda that time I was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember telling everyone: Cosplay meeting is at 1 to 6. There were .. 6 of us. Me (Swordsman), Acolyte,  Sohee, Monk, High Priestess and High Wizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monk went there at 12 noon due to my sudden massive text messages to everyone at 11 saying "Remember, cosplay meeting in 2 hours time.". High Wizard and Sohee kinda got there on time. On the train there, I got a message from my High Priestess and acolyte that they'll both be late. Then again, so was I. I reached about... 1:30+? Or earlier. Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to find food. I eat before I came out. Acolyte, who was with her sister, had lunch too. And so did our High Priestess. (well, well. See why we are late.) So we went to takashimaya to get food. Our walk. Was made out of laughter and stares. And during that lunch break we had, we had drink too (well DUH). And my sprite turned into blue potion. And there was white potion and stuff. We called town prontera, too. Oi. I'm an RO geek and I'm proud of it. Except, I care more about the beauty half of RO.&lt;br /&gt;While in Taka, we bought some stuff. Well. High Wizzie bought her magick gem, head for her staff. And Aco bought.. Christmas Present for her daddy. And after that, we went back to Orchard MRT station. There, we hid behind the lift, and did some pratice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"OH LOOK. AN INTRESTING CAVE. LETS GO EXPLORE IT!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But its dangerous." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh. Who cares?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So pratice went on and on, then we rested. ran around that space. Aco went home. High Priestess went home, so the rest of us went to Gonyun. Aka. Chinatown. HighWiz went to get material, the others had coconut and sausague. And  I was all. ":)" but was "x__x" and then we all turned "X___x;;;" so we all went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assassin came over after that. Told her what happened then we did her weapon. Or template, anyways. Turned out good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for 16th December 2006.&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans, End of the Year 2006 Cosplay Convention is at Singapore EXPO. So BE there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-7733550611621764042?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/7733550611621764042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=7733550611621764042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/7733550611621764042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/7733550611621764042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/2006/12/nineth-blood-butterfly.html' title='- Nineth Blood Butterfly -'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-7620030592567981030</id><published>2006-12-03T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T06:30:48.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Eighth Blood Butterfly -</title><content type='html'>Uhm, yay, I'm back from China and i missed heckalots of things in Singapore. First there's Manga class (i think its going to be due soon..) then there's the Infocomm Anniversary thing I completely missed. But hey. I had a FUN time in China. Now, hear my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, we went to Haikou.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, we went to Hainan Island and went to visit my damnit assh- sorry. I meant my DEAREST cousins who shun my mother's family when they were younger because they were poor. AND WHY WERE THEY POOR? Because my DEAR uncle and aunts and fr- no no, pain in the a- better not..NICE cousins decided to STEAL ALL THE CASH from my GREATGRANDDAD'S successful buisness and run away. So anyways, they were NICE to us, LITERALLY BOWING at our feet at the sight of CASH. So we went to pray to my belated greatgranddad, give prayers and stuff, and apparently, the feng shui there was the WORST and someone planted a tree at a particular spot to SPITE my granddad. How great can they get? And we bought sweets and candies for them too. Digusting village. All they do is gamble and pray money falls from skies.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, we went to sanya. went to visit this HUGE goddess of mercy with three heads.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, we went to some beach place and see some rocks you can catch at telok kuraoi. Or where ever my stepdad says. Then we went to some mountain with some history of this man who hunts this deer and this deer ran and ran until that mountain and when that hunter was about to shoot it, that deer turned around and turned into some beautiful woman and they married and stuff. So, there is one tree there, that you can find anywhere, is called the "Tree of Friendship". And theres this rock, with this HUGE chinese word- the tradition word "Ai(love)", and its called the Rock of Love. I was totaly.. "..." at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;So those four days. Fabulous, sat in the car most of the time, ate something bad.&lt;br /&gt;Fell ill.&lt;br /&gt;Migraine.&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, i STILL COULD GO TO HONG KONG DISNEYLAND. Wohoo. Exciting. I nearly FAINTED halfway, bloody exciting. But I did take a picture with that Mulan dragon, Wushu. Or something. Mushu. Roshu..Lulashu. SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.. today is Sunday I came home YESTERDAY morn- well whatever.&lt;br /&gt;There was this last day I had to sleep in the hotel because Shenzhen outside was having a shivering degrees of 13 degrees celcius. But, hey, I was shivering under 5 thick layers for no reason. o_o Even on the flight home to singapore. My body was warm. But my hands were cold. Fever, flu, cold, vomit, migraine. Reminds me of that time I went to Malaysia. Same thing happened. Except that when I left, the waterfall collap- okay. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Shit, this is my most disorganized post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-7620030592567981030?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/7620030592567981030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=7620030592567981030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/7620030592567981030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/7620030592567981030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/2006/12/eighth-blood-butterfly.html' title='- Eighth Blood Butterfly -'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-202900752586598305</id><published>2006-11-26T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T03:20:16.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Seventh Blood Butterfly -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The skies are so pretty this evening. I want to be together with them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to China at 4 am (GMT +8). And its 7 PM at the moment. Just a little while until I actually goes poof. Well, to somewhere else. I'll be close to the skies for 5 hours, while heading off to China. I might actually get to catch the sunrise if I don't rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be waiting for that day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And at my Grandmama's funeral, I forgot to mention what I thought about when I was there. Mommy reminded me so many times about her thoughts. I thought I'd share mine here, since mommy will think I'm silly sharing it with her, since I'm so young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to die in a place of white, I want to look like a doll when I'm dead. Clad me in my favourite Gothic Lolita style, then gather my drawings, my favourite my clothes, and burn it together with me. I want to be cremated. Give me white carnations, just make things really pretty. I don't mind if you don't burn enough golden/silver papers, just burn the white long ones, like I will do for mommy. When you get my ashes, sprinkle it into the sea, into the skies. I want to fly. I want to travel reallly really far, so I can see places I've never seen. Like what I'll do for mommy. I don't want anyone to see me dying- I don't want anyone to cry at my funeral. I want to see a celebration? Oh, and remember to raise my soul before I burn inside the incinerator. I hate heat alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't know how I want my funeral to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ANYWAYS. LAVANTE DOMINVM IS UP ^__^; RPer's, writers, GO JOIN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lavante.phpbb3.net" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://lavante.phpbb3.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I'm just inviting one and all~! Its kinda new. So bear with me, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just now, I was taking pictures of myself with my webcamera =3 Here~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m215/Bloodangel_chidea/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m215/Bloodangel_chidea/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Well. I don't know what to write/rant/complain about for now.&lt;br /&gt;Or I can't seem to fit it in nicely.&lt;br /&gt;"I went for tution today, and cried before because I didn't want to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Kay. Time to go~&lt;br /&gt;Ja-ne, Minna-san.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.: Pitiful Shadows cloaked in darkness, Thy actions cause men pain and suffering. Thy hollow soul drowns in thy sins. How would you like to see what death is like? :.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-202900752586598305?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/202900752586598305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=202900752586598305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/202900752586598305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/202900752586598305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/2006/11/seventh-blood-butterfly.html' title='- Seventh Blood Butterfly -'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-7602056306446724233</id><published>2006-11-24T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T07:34:09.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Sixth Blood Butterfly -</title><content type='html'>Funeral's finally over. Time for some z's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to collect my Grandmama's ashes. And her bones have 'flowers', stating that she have done good deeds in her life.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, no more about funeral stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO TIRED. SO SO TIRED. Keeping me in place would just drift me off into wonderland again. But meh, that isn't the problem to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just made a new forum, after leaving Red Rose Vertigo made by my best fwen, Tsuki-chan. And it's more or less still undone. I'm still wondering how everything should be going about, and theres no doubt that I'd most probably only be Rping in the more important events. For my new forum, I plan to get people from Gaia and IRC to come into the forum to Roleplay. And the previous forums as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lately, I feel damnit depressed that there are some moments, I just feel like breaking dowm, or tearing things aparts. The boundless energy in me just screams for release. Well. I don't know. Just want to sleep. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;.: Pitiful Shadows cloaked in darkness, Thy actions cause men pain and suffering. Thy hollow soul drowns in thy sins. How would you like to see what death is like? :.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-7602056306446724233?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/7602056306446724233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=7602056306446724233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/7602056306446724233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/7602056306446724233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/2006/11/sixth-blood-butterfly.html' title='- Sixth Blood Butterfly -'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-4587345171943775026</id><published>2006-11-22T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T09:03:32.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Fifth Blood Butterfly -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So the important day of the funeral arrived...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FINALLY. FINALLY. I am SO tired. SOOO tired. But tomorrow I have to go there eariler again.. MUCH eariler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, so you know my grandma went bye bye now. Never see her again, never say hello again, thats sayonara. I feel kinda guilty, really. And I'm like all.. "WTF ARE YOU DOING" to myself at the moment. My mom reminded me. In June, 2006. This year, I apparently had a nightmare about my grandma. (Apparently, since I forgot. I forgot my own name once. So anyways.) After that dream. I fell really badly ill. That became a prediction, mommy said: "&lt;nickname&gt;, you better go visit your grandmother, she's really, very ill." and a few days before my grandma died, daddy told me to go visit her. Mommy told -ME- to go visit her. And what did I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Completely nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT KIND OF A GRANDDAUGHTER AM I?! Un..worthy, un..un.. fi..lial? I don't know. I seriously feel like blaming myself till I die or.. or something. Everyone KNOWS she &lt;strong&gt;doted&lt;/strong&gt; on me SO much. &lt;em&gt;And I'M the -ONLY- person who didn't EVEN VISIT HER&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; A born Sinner. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know really. I really really just don't want to think. I have too much fears. Way too much fear. And it stops me from getting anything and everything done. Fear of having something at the edge of life going right before my eyes. I'm not 'kiasu' (scared to lose) I'm .. I'm.. Scared to loose. Be it a memory, or a person, a relation. Even if I'm not close. I cannot bear for the others to say seriously that I'm no one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So me? A social butterfly? YOU WISH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Such a disgusting inner heart should not be told.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SO WELL. ANYWAYS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today, I watched the rituals and took part in it with the rest of my cousins and mostly did the praying, and the joss sticks stuff, bowing and crap. But the guy DOING the ritual was AWESOME. Especially the part where he had some liquid in his mouth, and then he had to jump over his fire. So what he did was he spit the liquid out at the fire and jump over it at the same time.OMG, THE FIRE WAS IN A JOLLY COLOUR. It was like a small explosive flame thing, and it turned the ceiling black... well. Just slightly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, and for the whole day, I've been hanging out with my cousins and stuff. Me, being a manga artist, had been nicely requested to teach them to draw. Well, actually one came up to ask me. I didn't mind until i had all my younger cousins surrounding me, asking me. "Jie jie &lt;name&gt;can you teach me how to drawww?!". One of my cousins saw my signature on my drawing and even began to call me Chidea! XD!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was suppose to stay over at my cousins' house today, but I'm.. kinda afraid and I really don't want to. I don't want to burdern my relative. (But, me can even burdern thy own's mother. See.disgusting face) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because of those crap up there. I haven't been on recently. And not to mention Red Rose, the last I heard, was dying- or DEAD. Ah well. People succeed, people fail. No choice, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta stay happy a little while longer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;.: Pitiful Shadows cloaked in darkness, Thy actions cause men pain and suffering. Thy hollow soul drowns in thy sins. How would you like to see what death is like? :.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-4587345171943775026?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/4587345171943775026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=4587345171943775026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/4587345171943775026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/4587345171943775026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/2006/11/fifth-blood-butterfly.html' title='- Fifth Blood Butterfly -'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-5807005204368892547</id><published>2006-11-20T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T08:21:09.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Fourth Blood Butterfly -</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CAUTION: EMO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you're thinking "So. What is dear little twisted child doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can generally tell you, I'm stressed from top to toe.Its not only because I was awaken by the news of my grandmother died suddenly, or anything, its because my mom just don't want me on the com, and I have to take out various activities, thus stressing me out. And inorder not to worry anyone, or attempt to. What do i do? Smile. And pretend everything is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I can also honestly say. 'My grandmother died' is just a blood fucking excuse for me to say 'I want to be free, i want to slack, idle, just leave me alone.' I am so tired, mentally exhaused and everytime i want to scream and yell, and throw a temper. But obviously, i'll get scolding for even THINKING about it. I'm so tired. I'm so so tired I just want to cover my ears, kick out all the sounds and hug myself so i won't feel alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And secondly, my big screw up.Infocomm Annerversairy next week.China trip next week.Clash?Fuck yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't cancel that, i can't not go for this. Everything is ruined. My painting for my manga on canvas sucks, I'm so bloody sleepy, i can't spend time with my friends, on my cosplay armor, I've got PVC meeting undone, I haven't done this, I haven't done that, NOT A SINGLE FUCKING SOUL IS GOING TO HELP ME. I CAN'T FIND ANY PROPER HELP, FUCK. I CAN'T EVEN FIND THE TRUST I NEED. While every thing here before me is ruined, I just want to think of things which keeps me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know, my mom is stressed too.So I have to be burderned by HER stress as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, suffering?Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm just perfectly happy. ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.: Pitiful Shadows cloaked in darkness, Thy actions cause men pain and suffering. Thy hollow soul drowns in thy sins. How would you like to see what death is like? :.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-5807005204368892547?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/5807005204368892547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=5807005204368892547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/5807005204368892547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/5807005204368892547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/2006/11/fourth-blood-butterfly.html' title='- Fourth Blood Butterfly -'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-4295774849347371680</id><published>2006-11-18T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T11:34:25.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Random Screams -</title><content type='html'>"Go to Hell"&lt;br /&gt;"Rot and die"&lt;br /&gt;I'll say something that isn't mine&lt;br /&gt;I'll touch the wings of a blood butterfly&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing the prayers of angels' cries.&lt;br /&gt;I'll raise the Hell hounds of Hell's unholy depth&lt;br /&gt;I'll make sure you were dead.&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you wish you were never born,&lt;br /&gt;I'll taint your blood with lusting woes.&lt;br /&gt;Shimmer the glory of Hell unfavourable Doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Got pissed. If December I'm missing. Its my mom's fault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-4295774849347371680?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/4295774849347371680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=4295774849347371680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/4295774849347371680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/4295774849347371680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/2006/11/random-screams.html' title='- Random Screams -'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-7916481372006558517</id><published>2006-11-18T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T09:25:03.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Third Blood Butterfly -</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How does your garden grow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With silver bells and cockershells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And pretty maids lined in a row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so that shall be for my mission to imply it into Fallen Cradle Inn.&lt;br /&gt;Hm..&lt;em&gt; Mary Mary Quite Contrary..  &lt;/em&gt;Aren't we..&lt;br /&gt;Well in any case, I heard a version of that lovely nursery rhyme from a friend and read another on the internet, so I shall be researching more on how my little skit shall do. If any Red Rose'ers are reading this, this is a small hint on what's happening, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well for today.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. DAMN TUITION. Okay, when Chirri-chan says she wants sleep, Chirri-chan WANTS SLEEP. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so anyways, today I was awaken by my best friend/enemy/'sister'/Rping Online Sister/Husband/Child/Aunt/Great grandma and whatsoever, aka. Sam/Tsuki/Storm/Vega/-- nevermind, you get it. So this person wakes me with the kindness from with her heart, voice and stuff. And all i did was got grumpy ;_;. I'm so mean.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, managed to get to tuition on time, with me whining about sleep. I swear I was half sleeping in class, my head was all spinny, but in the end, i went out with my.. othersisterperson-otherbestfriendperson-cosplayer-anime-lover- aka, Ri-chan, and Drea-chan. Okay, so we went. From morning 8 o'clock. I woke up, tuition until 12 noon, came back at 6. HOLY SHIT. I WAS SO DEAD TIRED. So I slept at 6, woke up at 8. Now its 1. I got no idea what I'm doing up, but I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for my random list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current &lt;3&gt; Jigoku Shoujo&lt;br /&gt;Current &lt;3 J-rock band: Phantamagoria.&lt;br /&gt;Current random &lt;3: Sleep.Teddy.Songs.Anime.Forum.Dance. Butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;.: Pitiful Shadows cloaked in darkness, Thy actions cause men pain and suffering. Thy hollow soul drowns in thy sins. How would you like to see what death is like? :.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-7916481372006558517?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/7916481372006558517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=7916481372006558517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/7916481372006558517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/7916481372006558517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/2006/11/third-blood-butterfly.html' title='- Third Blood Butterfly -'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-4540652380711499545</id><published>2006-11-16T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:19:49.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Second Blood Butterfly -</title><content type='html'>Today. Today, today. Is a very funny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was all I have for three hours of trying to do this blog's post ;x Yay for procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I just procrastinated again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, today the renovation dudes came and took away my cabinate and stuff because they were beginning to rot, and my mom already ordered my new furniture to refurnish my room. And when the guys came and took off my cabinate and stuff, they didn't do my mom's room and I got bitched at. Pissing off, actually, but ah well. And to vent her anger, mommy scolded me for being 'Useless' and 'not helping around the house' and she 'hopes that [I] get a maid when [I] grew up.' Of course, there were more insults, but i forgot. I wanted to ask her if she wanted me to burn in hell, rot before dieing and to swim in a swamp of darkness. But that'll just piss her off somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to clear things up for the clueless:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[05:26:14] &lt;~Kureha&gt; you know&lt;br /&gt;[05:26:20] &lt;~Kureha&gt; my mom didn't brief me about anything&lt;br /&gt;[05:26:26] &lt;~Kureha&gt; about the renovation&lt;br /&gt;[05:26:30] &lt;~Kureha&gt; and when the guys came&lt;br /&gt;[05:26:35] &lt;~Kureha&gt; and didn't do her room&lt;br /&gt;[05:26:38] &lt;~Kureha&gt; i got scolding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Red Rose Vertigo (refer to my purgatories), I made a new board there, and got found out, but I was approved. Fallen Cradle Inn, an Inn of twisted nursery rhymes dwell in every corner. Fallen Cradle Inn itself is one. (Refer to Rock a bye baby) (Fallen Cradle Inn is in a very big tree) So, just wanna see how's that going to come along =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you see a tagboard beside here. It means Blood Angel Chidea managed to put a tagboard up at the side. Congratulate me! If not. Uh. Update tomorrow? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, nothing much else to write considering I didn't step out of the house tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Need.&lt;br /&gt;More sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Slept at 4 am yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chirri-chan wants&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWRRR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-4540652380711499545?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/4540652380711499545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=4540652380711499545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/4540652380711499545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/4540652380711499545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/2006/11/second-blood-butterfly.html' title='- Second Blood Butterfly -'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-8746695657952854761</id><published>2006-11-15T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:40:31.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- First Blood Butterfly -</title><content type='html'>WHUA. Today is such a complicated day. Well. Only sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so basically, I woke up, and normal human crap, tea, wash up and stuff and all and stayed online for quite some time before i went for manga class. But during tha online duration, I managed to answer to a friend what spirits were, spoking myself and him along in the process. Crazy. I know.&lt;br /&gt;And manga class, boy was that holy.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite funny to. For the first hours of class, i was just sitting there, painting and stuff, then came dinner, where we ate this.. weird udon thingie. The picked veggie was really yucky. And 'F[two]G'(Funny funny guy. Manga friend) was telling Ro-chan (manga teacher) about the weird things he cooked. Her expression was like. Priceless and she was all like.." o__o.." it was really really funny. He was talking about.. mango juice with egg.. and lunchen meat.. and something else. Then the conversation about food went on. And it managed to get to Ro-chan talking about Korean food, with live fish jumping and you had to catch it with your chopsticks and bite onto the small fishie once and swallow it. THERE, F2G and I were like "... o___o..." sort of. It was quite spooky, actually. Like barbarians.&lt;br /&gt;So we went back to class again, by then it was 7pm. Painted.. moved from one studio to the next. And, okay, there was this one part where my friend (Loli) 'exploded' her paint from the paint tube thingie, and I went over to laugh at her. THERE, we have this amazing paintbrush-paint fight faceoff. Infact, I was using her paint-filled hand as a weapon and back at her. It took us some time for it to die off, and one of my friends got pissed off at the noise XDD!!! I find it funny, then again, I'm quite the sadist. Poor her. She doesn't understand the fun of laughing along. Too much logic perhaps. Well. Anyways, we (Loli and I) went to wash up cos we had like paint all over our arms and stuff, and she declaring that it was fun. XD I thought so too. I mean, its not everyday we get to do this. So now, she's become my acting partner &gt;_&gt;. &lt;_&lt;. up ="3!"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I have two huge bags of thrash in my room.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Worksheets since Primary 6 all the way to Secondary two. All THRASHED. Books are still safe. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-8746695657952854761?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/8746695657952854761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=8746695657952854761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/8746695657952854761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/8746695657952854761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-blood-butterfly.html' title='- First Blood Butterfly -'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426287437114964123.post-7578008084530528182</id><published>2006-11-13T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:46:02.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- First post -</title><content type='html'>Whuaa, i give up understanding blogspot. @_@; But then, here I am again, poking this insanely. Ah well. I'll do a proper update soon, just have to tweak this blog a little and make it pretty ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4426287437114964123-7578008084530528182?l=bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/feeds/7578008084530528182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4426287437114964123&amp;postID=7578008084530528182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/7578008084530528182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4426287437114964123/posts/default/7578008084530528182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodlustgalore.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-post.html' title='- First post -'/><author><name>Bloodangel.Chidea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552359052164924677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3025/wheezw9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
