<?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-5019398</id><updated>2011-12-15T10:32:32.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little girl bloodriots</title><subtitle type='html'>the rantings of an nineteen year-old fangirl regarding games, anime, love, life, the universe and everything she lays her eyes on... and what she hears, too. may contain profanity.


...you have been warned.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>431</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-115145719717916493</id><published>2006-06-28T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T09:13:17.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Hyotei - Koori no Emperor 2&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: monies&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/artistic.gif" alt="fwee~"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely ever post here, now. I suppose it's because I don't know if anyone reads here at all. No one comments in my posts, no one leaves messages on the flooble, no one bothers... At least over at LJ I know people get to read my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should... I dunno. Close down Bloodriot and permanently move to my LJ. I don't need a blog no one reads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Much less something I don't post in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-115145719717916493?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/115145719717916493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/115145719717916493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2006/06/lol-listening-to-hyotei-koori-no.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-114752156778975646</id><published>2006-05-13T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T19:59:27.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hm!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Aozu - White Line&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: Wednesday, and Sean's "gift"&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/okay.gif" alt="humhum~"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least some people here are having a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care to tell me how your day went~? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-114752156778975646?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/114752156778975646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/114752156778975646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2006/05/hm-listening-to-aozu-white-line-wishes.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-114580137998447427</id><published>2006-04-23T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T22:09:40.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Almost 20 years.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: the karaoke thing on TV&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: To get in UST College of Education, damnit&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/geeky.gif" alt="yarr.."&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I'm down to my last 27 hours as a teenager. Wow. It's... sort of scary if you think about it.. I'm turning the double decades! I'm getting more responsibilities and I still haven't.. grown out of this childish attitude of mine. I'm still immature, still bratty, still.. someone with a mindset of a 13 year old. I still get teenage angst attacks, I still get emo over things.. I'm still short and my voice is shrill... How can anyone think I'm 20? I mean, everyone I meet say I don't look my age. All of them say that I'm fifteen or something, and can't believe that I'm in college. Well, I don't blame them. Mostly. I suppose, I just look young for my age. But then again, there are people who don't look their age but act theirs. So how come I'm not one of them? Probably because of my upbringing...? I was raised by people who gave me what I wanted when I was a kid. I was raised by people who pampered me, fussing over me, doing things for me. At school, though, I led another life. I was a loner, mostly, especially during elementary. I never had people with me during lunch or recess. It was mostly me, my food and looking out of the window at everyone else. Sure, I sometimes played with the other girls or hung out with them.. But I was mostly alone. And then I was shoved into a world so different from what I was raised in. A rumor spread that some girl crushed on me. I was confused. I didn't really know what it meant, being raised in a conservative family. And then I learned about sex when I wasn't supposed to have learned about it yet. At the time, I was only supposed to know that when your mommy and your daddy love each other, they get a bloody bird to deliver the baby. Whut. SO yeah. My mind got corrupted at an early age. I acted all innocent at home, and not-so innocent outside of it. And then, highschool came. I sort of started to change. I became a little more rebellious, less religious and more... more of who I am now. I suppose.. I got a little worse. But then again, all I ever wanted to do was find myself.. And I feel that the environment here at home doesn't let me do what I need to do to be 'me'. But then again, who really is 'Rika'? Is she just someone trying to escape reality? Or is she someone trying to become someone she can never really become? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, wouldn't answer that question. Rika is Rika, whatever the explanation is.  What makes Rika up is the things around her. Her past, her present, and everything in between and all around. That's what Rika is. Right? The good side, the bad side, the side Rika's never shown anyone else... That's Rika. Sugar and spice, not everything nice, though. Rika wouldn't like it, but that's how Rika is. Rika likes things that catch her eye, that tug at her heart, that speaks for themselves. It's a wide variety of things that make her up, and that's how it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah, but then.. am I "Rika"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^; Aaaah, mou. I pulled another Shinji~ ^^;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-114580137998447427?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/114580137998447427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/114580137998447427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2006/04/almost-20-years.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-114321799710733585</id><published>2006-03-25T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T00:33:17.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=7&gt;WE CAN NEVER LEARN FROM PAST MISTAKES, CAN WE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE CAN NEVER LEARN TO FORGET, CAN WE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE EVERYTHING JUST KEEPS GOING IN CIRCLES AND I'M TIRED OF IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO HELP, BUT YOU'RE NOT LETTING ME. SO FINE. I'M NOT HELPING. NOT ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SORRY, BUT I TRIED.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-114321799710733585?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/114321799710733585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/114321799710733585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-can-never-learn-from-past-mistakes.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-114276771078749033</id><published>2006-03-19T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T19:28:30.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well, whut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Aya Ueto - Egao no Mama de&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: Iinchou&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/geeky.gif" alt="blargh! :D"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, peons. It's been a while. I've been updating my LJ like whoa lately. Whut. It's all the fangirling, I swear. I think I should call the LJ my fangirl blog xD I mean, it's all fangirling and nothing in reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. This would be my real life blog, ne? Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm still at Kang's. I should have left for home yesterday, but after work, we got so tired and we slept for most of the day! :O We woke up and it was late and it's dinnertime already.. So I stayed another night. Good thing Francis is here, too. We'll be going home together later. Francis, by the way, was their neighbor when Kang's family still stayed at Makaturing. Since Francis and I would be going the same way, it's convenient for me! It's seven in the evening right now, and I'm worried about how we're getting home. I don't think staying another night here is good. It's like, abusing their generosity. D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nya, I was already lucky enough to have stayed two nights here. Making it three &lt;strike&gt;seems appealing but&lt;/strike&gt; is too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun, though. Kang and I have done a lot proving that we can read each other's minds and stuff. Also, during my stay here, I realized that my sister really did become Kong's classmate during kindergarten. Wow. I saw the picture. Wow. She still looked like a girly doll then. But now.. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... I really could never understand why Kang likes wrestling &lt;strike&gt;other than the fact that it's sweaty men groping each otherfrom UST&lt;/strike&gt;. It's just.. EEEW. Big muscly sweaty men who make their manboobs twitch is just fucking GROSS, man. GROSS. EW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I wonder if Mama's angry at me..I haven't really called home eversince coming here.. And I havent checked my celphone either. o__o; Ohnoes. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck to me~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-114276771078749033?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/114276771078749033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/114276771078749033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-whut-listening-to-aya-ueto-egao.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-114070400312136618</id><published>2006-02-23T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T22:13:23.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ARGHBLE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Hiroki Takahashi - Kiku-chan no Soran Bushi&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: Golden Pair!&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/indescribable.gif" alt="..."&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;I HATE COCKROACHES&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiku-chan no Soran Bushi is JUST SO FORKING ADORABLE. I can listen to it ALL DAY, ALL NIGHT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIKUMARU EIJI, MARRY ME &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-114070400312136618?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/114070400312136618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/114070400312136618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2006/02/arghble-listening-to-hiroki-takahashi.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-113985031109809157</id><published>2006-02-14T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T01:07:55.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ATTENTION!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: KENN with the NaB's - Wake Up Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: Um. Cake. And Chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/silly.gif" alt="*sweatdrop*"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE ONLY MOVIE THEY'RE SHOWING ON THE 18TH IS WATERBOYS. AND THE ONLY TIME THEY'RE SHOWING IT IS 8 IN THE EVENING.&lt;/b&gt; I forgot that the 33rd Nihonggo Speech Contest was going to be held on teh 18th as well (It starts at 2pm, Cinema 3, which is where Eiga Sai is held)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW! I SHOULD HAVE CHECKED THE SCHEDULES FIRST BUT I DIDN'T NOTICE IT UNTIL NOW. I'M SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means KARAOKE AT PODIUM. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA. And then Waterboys in the evening. You guys can play as much DoTA as you want, but we STILL would go on as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget the cake! I'm treating cake that afternoon! So, while you guys are eating cake, I'd be leeching off the WiFi and watching PaniSuta. Muharhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the timetable I made up just now:&lt;br /&gt;1000-1200 - Meet-up. Probably at PowerStation, like we always do.&lt;br /&gt;1200-1300 - Lunch c/o Artoo.&lt;br /&gt;1400-1430 - On our way to Podium&lt;br /&gt;1430-1530 - Karaoke&lt;br /&gt;1530-1600 - Looking for a place with cake. Cheap, too, so I'll have enough to go home.&lt;br /&gt;1600-1700 - PaniSuta. I mean, Cake.&lt;br /&gt;1700-1900 - Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;1900-1945 - Dinner&lt;br /&gt;1945-2000 - On our way back to Shang to watch Waterboys&lt;br /&gt;2000-onwards - Waterboys at Shang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we go our merry way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you want to attend the speech contest? o___0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-113985031109809157?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113985031109809157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113985031109809157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2006/02/attention-listening-to-kenn-with-nabs.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-113976165780062581</id><published>2006-02-13T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T00:27:37.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Go away, emo kid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Nagayama Takashi - Haru ni Omoidashi Omou&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: i honestly do not know&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/indescribable.gif" alt="..."&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We fought, you ran away. "It's always like this," is what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;All I could do is bid you farewell as you fled, unable to do anything more, I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're on a downhill slide; are you crying somewhere now, I wonder? Or are you actually somewhere waiting for me?&lt;br /&gt;It's not like you'd ever take it back, you've made your decision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't I just have been honest with you? I should have gone after you.&lt;br /&gt;But you weren't there, you weren't there down by the river, where the sakura blossoms dance.&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't I just have been honest with you? Standing there, trying to look cool,&lt;br /&gt;With the spring breeze blowing against me, I'll seek you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sakura blossoms blow around me as I search and search for you, growing tired, but all that's left...&lt;br /&gt;...is your image, back turned to me, still there, in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong, but it's so like me--where are you now, with your back turned to me? I can't find you anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to see your face once more, your smiling face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't I just have been honest with you? I should have gone after you.&lt;br /&gt;If only it had been enough, but it just wasn't. I want to go back to that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is the season when things are supposed to start,&lt;br /&gt;But for me...I can't do anything but remember the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't I just have been honest with you? I should have gone after you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be thinking of you in that season when the sakura blossoms dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't I just have been honest with you? It's so long to wait, and I'm so looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;The blossoms are falling, and you're just like the sakura, I'll be thinking of you in the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;-translations of Nagayan's song, Haru ni Omoidashi Omou, taken from &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/tutixnagayan" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, as translated by &lt;a href="http://fencer_x.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;fencer_x&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm writing because I think that no one's ever going to read this. I'm not doing this to bash anyone, I'm not doing this to get anyone to hate me, or anyone else. I'm doing this because I have to. It's... Catharsis, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Because it's hard being a friend for both sides&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was it that someone told me? Neutral Pacifism? Yeah, that one. Someone told me I wa a Neutral Pacifist. Because I don't want either side getting hurt. So in the end, I'm the one taking the pain. Just because I don't want anyone being sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take it. And then smile. Because I don't want to sulk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;I KNOW IT'S NOT FAIR&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HATE IT BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN'T REALLY DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say that I don't want anything to do with it, BUT I CAN'T. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE. Do what you want, go ahead. I'll take care of the other end, so that nothing will ever have to happen. But what if I can't handle it? Won't I be blamed because I let it happen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just.. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're right and I don't know you after all. I don't even know who I am. I don't know what to do anymore. I really want to say that I don't want a hand in this, but I can't. I'm your FRIEND. I don't want you to feel bad. Any of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I consider you guys more my FAMILY than the people whose blood I share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys.. and I don't want us to fall apart because of this. I don't want ANY of you breaking, hurting, and I'd do ANYTHING just so that you WON'T. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now.. I don't think I can do anything anymore. Or at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean I'll not try anymore. I'll keep trying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know that at one point, all of you would hate me. I still would try and keep us all together. Whatever it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really don't know what to do right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-113976165780062581?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113976165780062581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113976165780062581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2006/02/go-away-emo-kid.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-113923320438213062</id><published>2006-02-12T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T00:37:35.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Attendees!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Nagayama Takashi - Minamiguchi&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: Blossom DVD&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/content.gif" alt="nfu~"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Updated: Feb 12, 2006&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EIGA SAI - Feb 18, Shang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Me&lt;br /&gt;- Creole&lt;br /&gt;- Kang&lt;br /&gt;- Khan&lt;br /&gt;- Artoo&lt;br /&gt;- Sean&lt;br /&gt;- Liu&lt;br /&gt;- Jake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirmed with Kang. Benji cannot go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;STC BandFest - Feb 17, STC Covered Court&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Me&lt;br /&gt;- Creole&lt;br /&gt;- Liu&lt;br /&gt;- Sean&lt;br /&gt;Not Sure:&lt;br /&gt;* Khan &lt;br /&gt;* Kang&lt;br /&gt;* Artoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing yet from Benji, and Jake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Bandfest, I'll be getting the tickets and you can either pay half or full. It's Php50.00 :D&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch the bandfest. Creole's not going anymore, and I'm not really a good host left alone. Besides. We're seeing each other the next day, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be having cake on the 18th, because I'll make sure I'll bring enough money for cake for all of us. Just cake though. Of course, drinks come as well. ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jfmo.org.ph/events_e.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Eiga Sai Movie List&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who're too lazy to click the link:&lt;br /&gt;1. Gomen&lt;br /&gt;2. Hatsukoi&lt;br /&gt;3. Waterboys&lt;br /&gt;4. Tsugumi&lt;br /&gt;5. Swimming Upstream&lt;br /&gt;6. Natsu no Page&lt;br /&gt;7. Love Story wo Kimi ni&lt;br /&gt;8. Koisuru Onna-tachi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Most of those are Love Stories. Or have Female leads. Is Waterboys a love story? O__o;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-113923320438213062?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113923320438213062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113923320438213062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2006/02/attendees-listening-to-nagayama.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-113920819072316628</id><published>2006-02-06T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T14:43:10.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;New Layout!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Nagayama Takashi - Okuru Uta&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: CAKE~!&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/loved.gif" alt="nfu~"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a late celebration to BloodRiot's 3rd birthday, I've put up a new layout! It features Nagayama Takashi, posing for the Winter Bleach Musical photoshoot. The words are from his song, Kotoba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits:&lt;br /&gt;brushes: &lt;a href="http://wonderland__.livejournal.com" target="_blank"&gt;Wonderland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo: &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/tenimyuenorondo" target="_blank"&gt;TeniMyu e no Rondo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyrics: Nagayama Takashi's Kotoba&lt;br /&gt;code/layout: &lt;a href="mailto:miyamuri_hideki[at]hotmail[dot]com"&gt;rika shiroi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotes: &lt;a href="http://nittlegrasper.net" target="_blank"&gt;Nittle Graspers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Happy Belated 3rd Birthday, Bloodriot~ Enjoy the new Layout~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-113920819072316628?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113920819072316628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113920819072316628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-layout-listening-to-nagayama.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-113912013758027849</id><published>2006-02-05T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T14:15:37.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HOLYFORKSBATMAN!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: *pnish* Vol 6 - Monster Box&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: Panic Cafe&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/bouncy.gif" alt="*glee*"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;HOLYFORKSBATMAN! I FORGOT TO GREET BLOODRIOT A HAPPY BLOG BIRTHDAY ON FEBRUARY FOURTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELATED HAPPY THREE YEARS BLOODRIOT!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-113912013758027849?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113912013758027849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113912013758027849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2006/02/holyforksbatman-listening-to-pnish-vol.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-113894826743841562</id><published>2006-02-03T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T14:31:07.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;That one thing that changed my whole world...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Nagayama Takashi - Kokoro ga... (Toscana Ver)&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: sideFudo+backstage&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/loved.gif" alt="tutixnagayan forever!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think any fandom has gotten me this deep into worshipping it. I don't even think Kamui has made me worship SuzuKen. BL Dramas didn't make me want to stalk JunJun or Sakupyon or Seki Toshihiko and the like. No. This fandom totally BLEW ME OUT OF MY MIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, things lead from one thing to another. At first, I thought I was only getting a new anime fix. And I've always been itching to watch TeniPuri but haven't until recently, when Kang and I watched it at her place. And then came my OTP battle between TezFuji and GoldenPair. Dream Live First decided this for me. Golden Pair wins. And then, Nagayan decided to &lt;strike&gt;throw a rock at me&lt;/strike&gt; be ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE, threw a rock at my fandom boat, and now I've sunk so deep. Tuti decided to hop in the fandom as well &lt;strike&gt;since he and Nagayan are SO VERY MUCH IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was known to have yaoi as my desktop wallpaper and that my winamp skin matches my WinXP theme (The aesthetic groove one, since it coems with m atching Winamp skins for all four colors), but now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/untitled.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rule my world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope this isn't a phase I'm going through. I want this to last FOREVER. Because I'm getting Blossom in the mail soon &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Anak ng tokwa, kaya ako nauubusan ng pera eh xD&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, after saving more money, and after buying my doll (which I'm now debating to name after Tuti and Nagayan or after Prynn), I shall buy all the TeniMyus that Nagayan and Tuti were in, plus every other merchandise that would include them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.&lt;br /&gt;thank you, Kang, for introducing me to this fandom. &amp;hearts; I just wish I'd have discovered this earlier~ ^o^/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-113894826743841562?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113894826743841562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113894826743841562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2006/02/that-one-thing-that-changed-my-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-113716641481946589</id><published>2006-01-13T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T23:33:34.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Challenge!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Ilaria Graziano - Christmas in the Silent Forest&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: inspiration, aka boku no kannojo, aka liebchen&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/artistic.gif" alt="tscha!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Imma do this. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://100challenge.cjb.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Art Challenge: 100 themes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Introduction&lt;br /&gt;2. Love&lt;br /&gt;3. Light&lt;br /&gt;4. Dark&lt;br /&gt;5. Seeking Solace&lt;br /&gt;6. Break Away&lt;br /&gt;7. Heaven&lt;br /&gt;8. Innocence&lt;br /&gt;9. Drive&lt;br /&gt;10. Breathe Again&lt;br /&gt;11. Memory&lt;br /&gt;12. Insanity&lt;br /&gt;13. Misfortune&lt;br /&gt;14. Smile&lt;br /&gt;15. Silence&lt;br /&gt;16. Questioning&lt;br /&gt;17. Blood&lt;br /&gt;18. Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;19. Gray&lt;br /&gt;20. Fortitude&lt;br /&gt;21. Vacation&lt;br /&gt;22. Mother Nature&lt;br /&gt;23. Cat&lt;br /&gt;24. No Time&lt;br /&gt;25. Trouble Lurking  &lt;br /&gt;26. Tears&lt;br /&gt;27. Foreign&lt;br /&gt;28. Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;29. Happiness&lt;br /&gt;30. Under the Rain&lt;br /&gt;31. Flowers&lt;br /&gt;32. Night&lt;br /&gt;33. Expectations&lt;br /&gt;34. Stars&lt;br /&gt;35. Hold My Hand&lt;br /&gt;36. Precious Treasure&lt;br /&gt;37. Eyes&lt;br /&gt;38. Abandoned&lt;br /&gt;39. Dreams&lt;br /&gt;40. Rated&lt;br /&gt;41. Teamwork&lt;br /&gt;42. Standing Still&lt;br /&gt;43. Dying&lt;br /&gt;44. Two Roads&lt;br /&gt;45. Illusion&lt;br /&gt;46. Family&lt;br /&gt;47. Creation&lt;br /&gt;48. Childhood&lt;br /&gt;49. Stripes&lt;br /&gt;50. Breaking the Rules  &lt;br /&gt;51. Sport&lt;br /&gt;52. Deep in Thought&lt;br /&gt;53. Keeping a Secret&lt;br /&gt;54. Tower&lt;br /&gt;55. Waiting&lt;br /&gt;56. Danger Ahead&lt;br /&gt;57. Sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;58. Kick in the Head&lt;br /&gt;59. No Way Out&lt;br /&gt;60. Rejection&lt;br /&gt;61. Fairy Tale&lt;br /&gt;62. Magic&lt;br /&gt;63. Do Not Disturb&lt;br /&gt;64. Multitasking&lt;br /&gt;65. Horror&lt;br /&gt;66. Traps&lt;br /&gt;67. Playing the Melody&lt;br /&gt;68. Hero&lt;br /&gt;69. Annoyance&lt;br /&gt;70. 67%&lt;br /&gt;71. Obsession&lt;br /&gt;72. Mischief Managed&lt;br /&gt;73. I Can't&lt;br /&gt;74. Are You Challenging Me?&lt;br /&gt;75. Mirror  &lt;br /&gt;76. Broken Pieces&lt;br /&gt;77. Test&lt;br /&gt;78. Drink&lt;br /&gt;79. Starvation&lt;br /&gt;80. Words&lt;br /&gt;81. Pen and Paper&lt;br /&gt;82. Can You Hear Me?&lt;br /&gt;83. Heal&lt;br /&gt;84. Out Cold&lt;br /&gt;85. Spiral&lt;br /&gt;86. Seeing Red&lt;br /&gt;87. Food&lt;br /&gt;88. Pain&lt;br /&gt;89. Through the Fire&lt;br /&gt;90. Triangle&lt;br /&gt;91. Drowning&lt;br /&gt;92. All That I Have&lt;br /&gt;93. Give Up&lt;br /&gt;94. Last Hope&lt;br /&gt;95. Advertisement&lt;br /&gt;96. In the Storm&lt;br /&gt;97. Safety First&lt;br /&gt;98. Puzzle&lt;br /&gt;99. Solitude&lt;br /&gt;100. Relaxation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-113716641481946589?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113716641481946589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113716641481946589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2006/01/challenge-listening-to-ilaria-graziano.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-113673159825715112</id><published>2006-01-08T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T22:46:38.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i want to see you, but i can't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Gumi - Catch You Catch Me&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: liebchen&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/crushed.gif" alt="mou..!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;aitai na   aenai na   setsunai na   kono kimochi&lt;br /&gt;ienai no   iitai no&lt;br /&gt;CHANSU nogashite bakari&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly how I feel right now. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-113673159825715112?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113673159825715112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113673159825715112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-want-to-see-you-but-i-cant-listening.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-113630739629852334</id><published>2006-01-04T00:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T01:00:06.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Unfair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;listening to: silence&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: her&lt;br /&gt;mood:&lt;/i&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/crushed.gif" alt="*SOB*"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i do the most stupid things for the most stupid reasons, and i end up regretting them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you when i need you? *tear* i miss you so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-113630739629852334?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113630739629852334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113630739629852334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2006/01/unfair-listening-to-silence-wishes-for.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-113530724734037282</id><published>2005-12-23T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T11:11:14.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;For the Holidays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: CCS Christmas Concert - Yorokobi no Carol&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: CHRISTMAS PRESENTS&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/bouncy.gif" alt="whee~"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/xmas.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Happy Christmas! Merry New Year!&lt;/h1&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/5019398-113530724734037282?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113530724734037282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113530724734037282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-holidays-listening-to-ccs.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-113513311225146401</id><published>2005-12-21T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T10:45:12.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Letters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Tomoko Tane - Let Me Hear&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: ...&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/scared.gif" alt="..."&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ross,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll might never be able to read this as you have no LiveJournal account, nor would you even dare read, much less look, hear or acknowledge, anything that comes from me. I know it's rather stupid knowing that and I'm still writing this, but I feel that it is my duty to at least finally be able to say something, or in this case write, about what we used to be, what we are, what I wanted us to be, and what we will become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, my dear friend, were one of the first friends that I made in College. You even had those dorky thick glasses then. Remember the silly pictures we took of each other during one of our 10-minute breaks? Those were memorable. I wish I still had copies of those, but I think I lost them. I suppose our yahoogroups still has copies, maybe I can still get it from there. Ross, my good pal, you were one of the bestest friends I've ever had in College. I even envied you, because you were so good in making friends. I was too shy. But I met you. I interacted with you. We became friends. We shared interests. We laughed together, ate together, went places together, made ourselves look like fools in the arcade playing ParaParaParadise, took pictures with quite questionable poses together... Those were one of the best moments in my life. I had a special place for you in my heart, I cannot deny that. I loved you like a fool, but never realized it until it was a tad too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot even be called enemies. We cannot even be called friends, at this rate. What are we then, Ross? Are we just two people who have nothing to do with each other? It hurts to think that, Ross. I felt for you; I still do, I think. It hurts to think that we may never ever return to what we used to be. I admit, I was wrong to overdo what I did. I never thought that you'd react like that. All I wanted to teach you was that you should stop saying "I give up." Because I never wanted you to lose face. I wanted you to be who you really are: someone with a brilliant mind who can do anything if he willed himself. Maybe the method I used was a little too harsh, or maybe it was immature. Maybe I shouldn't even have bothered to try and help. But I did. It was in my nature. And I don't have foresight. If I did, I'd have known what could have happened and prevented it. But I don't. And I let it happen. I should have done something. I think I did, though. If I did or didn't, I don't think it matters. You never looked at me anymore. You didn't hear me, see me, or even feel my prescence. You erased me from your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, I accepted that. That form of acceptance was a mix of anger and impassiveness. I expressed that I was mad at your being so cold at the same time did not care. I was foolish. I should have said that I was sorry as soon as possible, but alas, asking for forgiveness was never part of who I am. So I let it pass. I let it hurt. I let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed, I've gone and left Gokongwei for what I hope is a better institution for me, for a course more suited to my skills. I've said goodbye to all my friends. You were there. I wanted to walk up to you, give you a hug and say goodbye a last time. But I couldn't. I could feel the distance that separated you from me. At first, I thought it was just a tiny little tear, one that we can mend with a thread and needle. No; It was worse than that. It's as if we were worlds apart. As if we never existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I left De La Salle with a heavy heart. Because I was leaving behind people I cared for. Because I was leaving behind memories I wanted to last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly because I've never uttered three words to you. Three simple words that could have brought us back together. Three words that could have made me stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I did not leave because of you, dearest Ross. I did not leave because of the distance between us. I did not leave because I would see you everyday, but you would not see me. I did not leave because of the pain I felt in my chest when you planned CCS Amazing Race all by yourself-- I was supposed to be your partner, remember? We had been planning that since after the success of last year's race. No, I did not leave because of that. I left simply because there is no place for me with that course. Computers, Ross, were merely my hobby. A hobby cannot be the focus of your job, because you'll get tired of it eventually, and I do not want that to happen. Not only that, I don't think I'll get far with programming. I suppose it was all luck for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross, I've made bad decisions in my life. And not telling you anything is one of them. I told my bestfriend once that I liked you, that I somehow knew you felt the same. I had hoped to have ended up with something a little more that friendship. My favorite picture of the both of us is still the one we took last year, with me wearing that silly dress: it was of you hugging me in a more or less possessive manner. It's still my favorite. It'll always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose, we should move on with our lives. I suppose, we shouldn't bother with these things anymore. I suppose I should accept the fact that we'll never be friends again. But if we left this behind and not do anything about it, it will haunt me forever. I know you might never forgive me, but at least let me say my peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross, dearest, there's a space for you in my heart. If I dared tell you those words, I don't think there would be an emptiness in it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the best, my dear friend. I hate having lost you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry. For everything I've ever done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-113513311225146401?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113513311225146401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113513311225146401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/12/letters-listening-to-tomoko-tane-let.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-113443959375332311</id><published>2005-12-13T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T10:06:33.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Past, Present, Future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Cluster'S - Kimi to Iu Na no Hikari&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: the DesCha Kada&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/loved.gif" alt="awww.."&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this realization last Sunday evening while browsing the net. It actually started when I dropped by &lt;a href="http://shiroimiyamuri.descha.net/"&gt;This Place&lt;/a&gt; to see if it was still up and wondered how I was supposed to access the FTP site again. And then it hit me. It was only a few more days until my DesCha anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, five years ago, I met this really hyper freshman. We had a similar taste in, well, everything (we still do). She was a freshman, I was a sophomore, and now, we're the bestest of friends. That very same year, before the year ended, I was introduced to That Which Became My Life. It was today, five years ago, that Rika Shiroi was brought into the world of DesCha. And I'm so glad that happened. (Today, I might add, is also the anniversary of the infamous Six Words. On the 22nd of the month, another 'anniversary' is going to take place: The EB That Went Wrong. For those of you who have no clue what these things are... SUCKS TO BE YOU!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a really special day. I made a drawing for today, but I won't be able to put it up because of time constraints -- I can't scan it and color it by the end of the day, else I'd skip the whole sleep bit, which is bad for work. So, I'll be doing that this weekend, when I'got more free time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. I lost my trail of thought there for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I've said, is a special day. Five years ago today, I found the people who I'd love to spend the rest of my life with. I remember the old days, when four of us still had 3way calling. We'd be five or six on the line and we'd be chatting like there's no tomorrow, having a DesCha epi. I remember the very first epi I had-- that was with Creole and Arred, and it was in Senta Stadium. For that episode, I was awarded first (and only) character to have ever received the most number of flowers on the first day of playing. (And if I remember correctly, that was also the episode where Ichidai Takahashi decided to lose his swimming trunks while flirting with Rika) And that was also the night, my friends, that the infamous Six Words were uttered. (Still have no clue? Sucks to be you.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, even if Gino's all the way in Australia now, and we're not really playing DesCha much anymore, and that we're almost never together anymore, and that most of us are struggling with work and studying now, and even if DesCha disappears and is forgotten, I still believe that we, DesCha kada, will be together forever. It's not the game that brings us together anymore. &lt;br /&gt;It's us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A toast, my dear friends, for DesCha, for the DesCha kada, for a friendship that will last for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DesCha Kada:&lt;br /&gt;Gino, Creole, Khan, Kang, Arred, and me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-113443959375332311?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113443959375332311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113443959375332311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/12/past-present-future-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-113425579191507573</id><published>2005-12-11T06:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T07:05:18.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Strange things go in rika's head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to:Hiro Shimono + Hiroyuki Yoshino - Mirai no Chizu&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: LE TOUYA or an FCS-f16&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/surprised.gif" alt="arghble?"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love work and the people I work with, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;I WANT TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-113425579191507573?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113425579191507573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113425579191507573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/12/strange-things-go-in-rikas-head.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-113202144099622495</id><published>2005-11-15T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T10:24:01.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sympathy Needed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Hoshi Souichiro - Always...&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: a new motherboard&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/scared.gif" alt="*tear*"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace, Jimmy. I barely used thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;1999-2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy's motherboard gave way last Sunday, November 13, 2005. We tried to revive him, but today, November 15, Jimmy officially is gone and needs a new motherboard. My poor Jimmy. I shall miss you forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-113202144099622495?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113202144099622495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113202144099622495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/11/sympathy-needed-listening-to-hoshi.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-113110939395776420</id><published>2005-11-04T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T21:03:14.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;omfg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Yui Makino - You Are My Love&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: superdollfie!&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/bouncy.gif" alt="eeeee"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so yesterday, I spent the whole day out. Why? I applied for a job. Mum went with me 'cause it was my first job interview thingie so she wanted to be there. Ritz tagged along. No idea why. Freebies? or something. Anyway, We first went to Pasig, for the company i saw in an ad. Turns out that there was a cut-off thing so I really didn't get to have my interview that day. Screw them. Saw Tita Chinky on the way there. (Hehe. Chinky is so near Chinko &lt;3 ) So Mum suggested we go to that company Ate Marya worked in. This ate Marya is different from Kang's Ate Marya, bless her soul. This Ate Marya works at ACS, Inc, and she's one of Mum and Dad's Teatro friends. Anyway! So, we make our way to Makati where ACS is. Taxi. Fell asleep in it. Never wake me up before 10 am, really. I fall asleep anywhere if you do. /: So we get to ACS' office. Mum goes up with me to the 20th floor; both of us was kinda excited. Ritz was left down in the lobby since she didnt have an ID. I think she went over to starbucks or DeliFrance, right across the building. Anyway. 20th Floor. Man, that place is pretty. I love the interior decoration. So relaxing ^^ So I go for my interview. Pretty quick, really. Around 10 minutes of promoting myself, repeating things over and over, saying stuff that's already in my resume and shit like that. And then I wait again for another 10 minutes or so for my second interview. The second one determines which Account I'd be sent to. So I have my second interview with this really cute HR guy; his name's either Jeff or Jared or Alfred xD Something like that. He's really cute and he's half a head taller than me. That or my senses is thrown off because I was wearing heels... anyway! xD Yeah. The guy gives me a slip so i can take a few tests at around three in the afternoon at the 9th floor of the same building. That was 10 minutes to 3. So I go down and wait the 10 minutes. 3 came, we took the exam. Damnit, the exams were too easy. What did they think we are, sixth graders? Sheeeeeeeeet. Computer literacy test was chicken feed. English proficiency was a breeze. They made us write an essay, too. The last test was a typing speed test. They wanted a minimum of 25wpm. I got 64wpm *cackles* Kinda slow, really. Or is  it? I'm not sure xD Anyway, so I get this slip that says I have to go to Allied Bank tower at 9 in teh fricken evening. I wondered why. By that time, Mum and Ritz were in Greenbelt. I had no idea how to get there so i walked. From Paseo de Roxas to Greenbelt 4. My feet died. They said they were in greenbelt 1, went there, didn't find them, went back to greenbelt 3 to check if they were at timezone, they werent there still, so i stayed in PowerBooks to check out the new books. OMG, PowerBooks live has Cirque du Freak!!! Eee! I can finally read Darren Shan!! *raburabu* And then we watched a movie. Zorro's time didn't cooperate with me so we watched this Pinoy slapstick movie instead. So many cliches~ I still found them funny though. xD Dehm. After the movie, we still had some time left, around an hour. So we spent some time in the arcade. Free games. Mmmmm. Love &lt;3 After the games, we took a jeep to Ayala Ave for my Allied Bank interview thing. At the time, I did not know what my Account was. The second interviewer never really told me, and I didn't really know. When I god there, this nice old guy told me what my Account was: MCI, this American phone company thing. Whooo. I got there at 8.30, lots of time to kill. This dude peeks in the waiting room, turns out to be this other guy i took the test with. His interview was on the 10th floor; he just escorted this girl to the 9th. Five, ten minutes later, some familiar face passed by, looked at me strangely and went inside the offices. We were both like, "Wait, I know that guy.." When he was already inside, it hit me. He was my dad's cousin, Tito Donsy. And then i was all, OMGOMGOMGWHATAMIGONNADO?!?! A few minutes later, Tito Donsy went out again, took a good look at me and said, "I know you. Who are you? I'm supposed to know you. Are you my cousin?" x3 It was a fun coincidence. And I think that was also a plus in my interview with Miss Betsy. Miss Betsy's the American, who's probably in charge of MCI. It was a quick interview; she gave me the basic things about MCI, about being a customer service representative, etc. Miss Betsy then told me to wait for a call today, Friday, to see if I passed or not. So we went home, me, mum and Ritz, on this bus. This ROACH infested bus. We all agreed that we should have taken a taxi instead. Eeeew. We got home at around 10. I slept almost immediately. With a headache. Ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. I woke up today, feeling all nervous like. The first thing I thought was, Shit, did they call yet? Apparently, they haven't. So I continued to wait. I played Gakuen heaven. I got the Kazuki Friends Ending. Poo! Omg, the MVP game xD My luck must be good; I have no bloody idea what the kanji means and I got them all right XD And then, by two in teh afternoon, I got a call on my celphone! I thought it was just an SMS since my SMS ringtone and my call tone are the same (One Winged Angel, yo) In short, my caller said, "Why aren't you here? You're supposed to be here because you passed the interview and we're giving you a job already!!!" I was like OMFGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! I FINALLY HAVE A JOB &gt;w&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training starts Monday, 9 in the evening up to 6 in the morning. Coolies for me since I'd be wide awake at those hours xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My getting a job would also mean some things.. I won't be online as much anymore and if ever i am, they'd be in the morning/afternoon, unless, when I work, I get to surf the net and stuff... We'll see. ^^ Also, my manga would now have very slow progress since I'm going to focus on my work and stuff @__@ I shall be suffering, but at least I'd be getting the money for my Ball Jointed Doll. *cackles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Makes you think what my real reason in getting a job really is, ne? *cackles again*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-113110939395776420?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113110939395776420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113110939395776420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/11/omfg-listening-to-yui-makino-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-113095943716461788</id><published>2005-11-03T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T03:23:57.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mmm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Yui Makino - Amrita&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: OmixNagi&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/scared.gif" alt=";3;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I built my world on lies and truths. If I stop now, the world I made for myself will collapse and I won't be able to bear it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-113095943716461788?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113095943716461788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/113095943716461788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/11/mmm.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112965090095094367</id><published>2005-10-18T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T23:55:00.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Kitaa!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Densha Otoko OST&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: Densha Otoko DVDs&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/indescribable.gif" alt="AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLIFFHANGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damn drama gets you totally hooked into the whole episode and then KILLS YOU DEAD DAMNIT!! The bloody cliffhangers PUSH YOU OFF THE BLODDY EDGE MAKING YOU FALL DOWN A BAJILLION STOREYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I talking about, you ask? DENSHA OTOKO of course. The J-Drama has EVERYTHING. It's like, a live-action anime. THE anime of all animes. Except it's live-action. If you dont get me, then you're no otaku. &gt;:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaahh~~ Demo! Demo!!! The series is sooooooo good! It even has a book about it! And the publisher says that the story is true! Kyaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE SHOULD WATCH DENSHA OTOKO!! &gt;w&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*downloads the rest of Densha Otoko*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112965090095094367?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112965090095094367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112965090095094367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/10/kitaa-listening-to-densha-otoko-ost.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112886864511351665</id><published>2005-10-09T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T02:16:17.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Gravitation - &lt;strike&gt;Super Dollfie&lt;/strike&gt; Super Drive&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: Volks FCS F28&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/surprised.gif" alt="eheh..."&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at what the obsessed bitch did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home, carrying big boxes and shopping bags, put them on the floor in the living room, got the keys to my room, went up and expected a fecking FCS f28 on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME TO REALITY RIKA. Get a job already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to watch The Exorcist 8D Wish me luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ edit 2.15am ]&lt;br /&gt;i fucking do NOT want to go to bed yet o___o to scared to sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112886864511351665?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112886864511351665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112886864511351665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/10/lol-listening-to-gravitation-super.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112879577932292129</id><published>2005-10-09T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T02:33:31.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Obsessing AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: melocure - Pop Step Jump!&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: A FECKING VOLKS FCS&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/angry.gif" alt="gimme"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he'd help me buy it. I wanna believe in him. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 10k in my bank account. 50k more for the doll I want. fcs f-28. or f-16, since last i checked, f-28 didnt exist anymore. Anyway, I want my BJD to look like &lt;strike&gt;Tsukisou so that he can haunt the hot and sexy Uno&lt;/strike&gt; Lucas or Chris, my dream BJD, but since they're both limited editions and aren't for sale anymore, i'm settling with the FCS that would look closest to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 fecking thousand pesos for one doll with clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially obsessed and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I am calling him-- yes him, it has to be a him-- Camus Thorne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I can, bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps: thank god it's 2.30am here and no one reads my blog to notice that stupid mistake I made. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Jan. You make me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112879577932292129?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112879577932292129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112879577932292129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/10/obsessing-again-listening-to-melocure.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112867050927926084</id><published>2005-10-07T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T15:35:09.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Whee! Update!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Slaver's Kiss Drama CD&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: more ero drama cds!&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/horny.gif" alt="aaahn~ &lt;3"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am obsessed with BL Drama CDs, but sometimes, I get scared when they start having sex in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving dA once I finish my WiP list. I'm not sure why, though. I'm going to miss all the people I've met there. I really will. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.. if they made a petition for me to stay, and it had 500 people, and had half of the people who watch me signs the petition.. i'd stay.. and maybe i'd stay if they made that petition and included 20 reasons why i should stay, too. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chintsubu is an obsession 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you chinko! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112867050927926084?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112867050927926084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112867050927926084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/10/whee-update-listening-to-slavers-kiss.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112698367618618794</id><published>2005-09-18T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T03:01:16.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Let me show you my REUNION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Nobuo Uematsu - Advent: One Winged Angel&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: CloudxKadaj piccus&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/bouncy.gif" alt="kyah~"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello new layout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis Kadaj. See, I haven't gotten over my FFVII:AC phase yet xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made the layout in less than two hours, that includes the &lt;strike&gt;wallpaper&lt;/strike&gt; graphics. I originally had it as a wallpaper idea, and then, when i finished the wallpaper, it struck me that i just had to do a layout. :P So here we go. Layout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if i find more pretty CloudxKadaj pictures, I'll make a prettier layout for that... But for now, stick with the Blue and White and teh Kadaj sexyness ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;Rika&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112698367618618794?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112698367618618794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112698367618618794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/09/let-me-show-you-my-reunion-listening.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112678959115022023</id><published>2005-09-13T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T21:07:03.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ADVENT CHILDREN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Nobuo Uematsu - One Winged Angel&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: Advent Pieces&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/kadaj1.png" alt="kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~~"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advent Children is the BEST MOVIE EVAR &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've watched it a bazillion times. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the dvd D: It has EVERYTHING D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112678959115022023?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112678959115022023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112678959115022023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/09/advent-children-listening-to-nobuo.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112607482579287946</id><published>2005-09-07T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T15:58:39.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Maui-sama &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Samurai 7 - Unlimited&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: a Mezza Morta print&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/bouncy.gif" alt="eeeee!!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1115284196lora.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Lora&lt;/b&gt;. You're Lora Trosky, the twisted Russian assassin. If you got this as your answer, you need some quick mental help. And a straight jacket.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Lora&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Kane&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='89' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;89%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Ciro&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='78' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;78%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Santiago&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='78' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;78%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Demos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Mel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Rafi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Touya&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Sumire&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='44' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Vinnie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Dominic&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=32242'&gt;What Mezza Morta character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Yeah. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing happened to the Maui fanclub last night. xD Me an' Dana were crying an' laughing at the same time. We're the admins, see. And, see, we have this contest thing for the club.. To make an ID for the club.. But we didn't know what to give as a prize... And then Maui, the God of All Gods puts up this journal that says HE'LL PROVIDE THE PRIZE FOR THE WINNER OF THE CONTEST: A print from his dA prints *faints on the spot* Dear god, that was one of the best things that happened. I wanted to cry and laugh and cry and laugh at the same time.. I wish I wasn't admin though xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really. Maui-sama, if you're reading this, a very BIG thank you! ;__; You do not know how much joy you've given us!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112607482579287946?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112607482579287946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112607482579287946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/09/maui-sama-3-listening-to-samurai-7.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112574590716470265</id><published>2005-09-03T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T19:11:47.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I got through yesterday without proper shampoo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Simple Plan - Shut Up&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: mass murder&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/angry.gif" alt="fuck you, asshole"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a blast. i only wanted to watch a movie with my sugarbabylove/jpop_princess and ends up as a kada gimmik xD it was fun. 'twas me, kang/jpop_princess, creole/abcd_wasabi, khan/insane_orange, artoo, sean and jake. we watched ugetsu no monogatari, this really old japanese 'horror' film.. it was part of eiga sai 2005. haha. the movie wasn't.. as scary as we thought it would be xD too much implied sex scenes in it. after the movie, we went around shang in circles! xD we were talking about the most random things, we were laughing and probably were the loudest people at shang. it was fun. and then some of us had a sort of snack/dinner at the food court. that was when jake left. sean kept going about the sacredness of paper, artoo and khan talked about comic books, creole and kang discussed girl issues, i was caught between all three xD it's fun having the best of all worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad jake left early though. if he didn't he'd probably ended up where we did... expensive fancy dinner at edsa shang. whoooooey. we were only supposed to drop kang at shang 'cause her dad was there.. but kang's dad ended up treating us to dinner.. it was only supposed to be just kang, me and creole, but since the guys were there with us and kang's dad only gave kang php4000(around 50 dollars, i think) and the buffet was php1000+ per head, we ended up having ala carte, which wasn't bad. during dinner, we had a fun things to talk about like, our uber geekiness xD yeah, we're all geeks. i think i mentioned that i wanted to marry a geek and raise a geek xD that's gonna be loads of fun. i have kang's leftover chicken though. xD in the end, me and creole went home past midnight xD it's quite amazing that mama didn't get angry at me xD i guess she trusts kang more than me haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, it was a night to remember. a movie, expensive dinner, laughs, kicked shins and geekery. what more can i possibly want? ah yeah. i forgot. my family dead. myep. *nods to self*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112574590716470265?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112574590716470265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112574590716470265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-got-through-yesterday-without-proper.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112417201175950276</id><published>2005-08-16T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T14:00:11.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/4113/1024/a510.jpg"&gt;CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112417201175950276?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112417201175950276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112417201175950276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/08/click-me-click-me-click-me-click-me.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112400649302184736</id><published>2005-08-14T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T16:01:33.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lo, and behold!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Morning Musume - Iroppoi Jiretai&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: Herald Mage trilogy by Mercedes lackey&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/bouncy.gif" alt="bwahahaha!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold, my 400th post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, after two and a half years of blogging, I have finally reached my 400th post marker. My counter lies. I sort of restarted it to 0 by accident on the anniversary, so it's supposed to be reaching 20-30 thousand already. Yeah. Cool, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's up with this post? First up, a faggotry commited on Star Wars! Second, a review of Howl's Moving Castle(A copy of which will be put up at Yorokonde!). Third, just some rambles. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://americaninlebanon.blogspot.com/2005/07/backstroke-of-west.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Star Wars Faggotry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hilarious. Really. I couldn't stop laughing my ass off, and that was just the first three pictures! XD you have GOT to see this! Really. No offense though. I know there are a lot of fans that might be, but please bear in mind that not all Chinese know English that well. Now go look at that link! &gt;w&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Howl's Moving Castle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie has got to be Hayao Miyazaki's best. At least, in my opinion it is. The story is about a Hat-maker, Sophie, who is rescued by a mysterious handsome wizard. At first glance, she falls in love with him, but her feelings for the mysterious wizard led to her being turned into an old woman by the Wicked Witch of the Waste. Afraid that her family and friends would see her in such form, she ran away and ends up as a cleaning lady in a walking castle owned by a famous wizard: Howl. As it turns out, Howl is the handsome wizard who had rescued her earlier. But Howl has secrets, including one that involves an evil spirit that powers the moving castle, Caluficer. Sophie's determination and love brings about a change in the atmosphere of Howl's moving castle, and ultimately leads to the end of the war. The movie was based off a Diana Wynne Jones book of the same title. This book was first published in 1986. I did a little search on Amazon.com and there are still copies available from a recent publisher(HarperTrophy, 2001). As I have not read the book, I will not compare the book to the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As can expected from any Miyazaki film, the animation is most wonderful. The colors and themes fit the magical and mysterious feel of the story. The scenes-- especially the valley with the lake and the small house where Howl used to stay in when he was young-- were spectacular. Joe Hisaishi's great talent was again displayed in the film. I loved the background music! It was absolutely amazing! It went oh-so well with the film ^^ I would love to have a copy of the OST~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this is a must see film! ^^ Now go look for a copy! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rants&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who likes someone, to the point of...err.. obsessing? Not sure... Let's call her A and call the person we like B. A really really likes B, but B doesn't feel the same way about her. So A gets all depressed and sulky, and B feels bad about it because she's feeling that way. What I don't understand is why A(and a lot of other girls) can't just accept the fact that "hey, the guy doesn't like me, oh well, there's a lot of other guys there anyway." I mean, move on! He's not the only person who would be able to care about you! And you're still young. There's a lot of world out there that you haven't seen yet, and a lot of people you haven't met. So stop frowning and put on a smile! Frowns make you look old and wrinkly and ugly, and you don't want that, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.... um... Artoo? Sorry about last night.. ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And I had a dream about that person who won't talk to me. In that dream, we were talking to each other, we were happy, and we were singing. I forgot which song it was, but it was a happy song, and we were smiling and he even had his arm over my shoulder. ;o; I miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112400649302184736?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112400649302184736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112400649302184736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/08/lo-and-behold-listening-to-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112373809896986506</id><published>2005-08-11T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T13:28:18.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: My Chemical Romance - I'm Not Okay&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/thoughtful" alt="hmm"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something called consent. There is also something called "an age of maturity". There are a lot of porn and sex sites over the net that actually require you to be of age-- either 18 or 21, depending on which country you're living in. But let's face it. When it comes to porn, sex and other same topics, everyone has owned, heard of and seen them. Those who claim not to are in denial. Most people who do admit that they do are of legal age and beyond. Think about it. The only reason why younger teenagers acquire their porn is through older people who get them from the net and sell them to the youth. But that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When porn isn't enough, people turn to cybersex to "quench" their thirsts. People who engage in this activity might say that it's okay since there's no actual penetration happening, but a lot of other people see it as immoral. But what exactly is morality? Times change and the views of people on morality and the like change as well. What might be immoral before might not be moral today. People would say that there should be laws against cybersex, that people should be stopped, but how can you? The internet is so huge, and a lot of people can bypass even the strongest of firewalls. Even if you do put up laws against it, a lot of people would still be able to do it (An example of this is illegal distribution of licensed material over the web.) No, laws won't be able to stop this. Some people would also say that we need a clear mind on the topic. To see it in all views before giving judgement. Yes, this is true. A lot of misconceptions and stereotypes have already formed, and a lot of them come from the internet. Come in a chatroom and you see people dirty talking each other, but if you know them very well, the dirty talking is just a part of their everyday joking around. Come into a forum where they discuss the occult, tell them that what they're doing is bad, and you're instantly flamed. Yes, an open mind is always the best option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, open minds won't exactly fix the problem. Sure we'll get a better view of the problem at hand, and it might also help us figure out a way to fix the problem, but solutions to problems don't always end up right. Trial and error is needed, but in this case? No, that method will only bring things to a worse situation. As I said before, there is something called 'consent' and an 'age of maturity'. It's different in a lot of people; it's not constant. People do things because they KNOW that they can handle the responsibility for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't take away all that porn and cyber sex off the net. We know that. And if people engage in those activities just so that they can sustain their family... Why not give them an alternative instead? Stop strangling the minimum pay of workers; increase it. Give the people something better to do. Next thing you know, cyber sex would be unheard of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112373809896986506?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112373809896986506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112373809896986506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/08/thoughts-listening-to-my-chemical.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112351492555874571</id><published>2005-08-08T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T23:29:33.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=7&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY 6TH BIRTHDAY, DESCHA!!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112351492555874571?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112351492555874571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112351492555874571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-6th-birthday-descha.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112346224660245826</id><published>2005-08-08T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T08:50:46.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Blargh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: My Chemical Romance - Helena&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: all my projects to be finished D:&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/angry.gif" alt="assfuckers! *shakefist*"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One research paper, accompanied by a powerpoint presentation. Due Wednesday, Aug 10. Progress: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One java program with SQL integration and GUI. Due Thursday, Aug 11. Progress: 40%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One java program with GUI: Chess. Due Monday, Aug 15. Progress: ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One authored teachware for presenting. No date set D:!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One project defense (jBank). No date set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days going without sleep: two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cups of coffee drank: too many to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I am SO gonna sleep during Term Break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112346224660245826?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112346224660245826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112346224660245826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/08/blargh-listening-to-my-chemical.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112312452256709630</id><published>2005-08-04T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T11:35:55.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mother Hen?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Sunshine Blind - Cold from Fever&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: us to be on good terms now D:&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/thoughtful.gif" alt="ding..!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, Rika's Mother Hen instincts are kicking in again D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think that, "Whoa! Rika has Mother Hen instincts! It's the end of the world!!!!!!111eleventyone11!!11!!11"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do! D: I've even been proclaimed Everyone's Mother in DesCha (to the Dkada: remember that one phonecall where we had to describe everyone in DesCha? That was when Gino was still here, and mass 3way calling was the fad D: That's where we proclaimed Creole as DesCha's bitch, me as teh Mum, Arred as teh chicken, Khan as.. um.. what was he again?) And Niichan even said that I'm ready to be a mum any time! D:!! WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I pamper my DesCha children so much? Is it because I worry about them? is it because I worry about people and want to send them baskets of homemade cookies? (I seriously want to send Grade a batch, just to keep his 15-year old brain off of Defense Ministry work. SERIOUSLY. I mean, how can the government do that to a 15 yo!! He's a kid! And he said he wants a girlfriend! I feel like his mother!! D:!!! ) Is it because I care for people much? So much that if they skip class I scold them and MAKE them go, even if they're already massively late? Is it because I tell people that they should stop feeling bad for themselves and try make things better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that so wrong?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh.. okay, but what really invoked this topic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ripped his pants at the bus D: And if we were in speaking terms, I'd have volunteered to sew it for him D: IT MAKES ME CRY THAT I CAN'T TELL HIM THAT!! *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just a note.. It's kinda rare for me to actually DO these things, like volunteer to sew people's pants, clean up rooms, do the laundry-- no, I'm not a 'clean' person (Hey, I have better hygiene than anyone at our table combined!! D: ). I just don't like doing chores. I mean, come on! Leave my room alone! I like it they way it is, even if all my books are scattered on my desk and my pillows are all piled up &lt;strike&gt;and my stuffed animals cover the floor&lt;/strike&gt; D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap it, Rika. Shut the bloody fuck up about your mother hen shit. You are no fucking chicken. Lol. Lol. I made a spelling mistake. xD good thing GG hasn't waken up yet to scold me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut it, you. You're not supposed to even &lt;i&gt;Haha, too late. I'm here! And you fucking better cram it or I'll make the laptops lag and you&lt;/i&gt; SHUT UP ALREADY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I hate it when those voices control your body and disable the backspace key D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My life for Aiur!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112312452256709630?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112312452256709630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112312452256709630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/08/mother-hen-listening-to-sunshine-blind.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112287351443681250</id><published>2005-08-01T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T13:18:34.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Take me to your leader&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Angel's Feather - bgm02b&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: Jark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to talk to Arred again, after three months D: Intellectualy stimulating discussions were afoot. Maybe I should have taken PolSci as well xD Y'know, it was only in that phone conversation I was able to let out all my opinions and thoughts on the current political situation of the Philippines. I've had a lot of stuff brewing in my head, but it was only with him that I got to let them out. Feels sorta good, though &lt;strike&gt;not for the fact that he's my ex-boyfriend&lt;/strike&gt; ^_^ Don't forget to call again! D: We've got a lot more to talk about! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dA related news, jark was sacked last Wednesday. Who is jark? He's the Co-Founder of deviantArt together with matteo. Who kicked him? Well, who else could have the power but the current CEO of dA, spyed, of course. Now, what's so important about this? Jark was the only obstacle left for spyed to make deviantArt, an Art Community, into a Money Factory. Jark and Matteo created dA as a COMMUNITY FOR ARTISTS, not a corporation for money-hungry bastards who want to "weed out bad artists" in his whim. &lt;a href="http://www.t52.org"&gt;T52&lt;/a&gt; has all the resources you would like to read. If you're a fellow deviantArtist, support the cause! On dA's fifth birthday, submit something Yellow or Nothing at all! Support the Yellow Alien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I backtalked my mum again.. And it feels good ^______________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I distinctly remember something about telling everyone that I'm on at MSN messenger, not at YM, and something about kitties. o____o; must be a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh, speaking of dreams, I met the doll again! D: Although, I don't remember what she said. o______o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rewriting Nine Tails. See, there were a lot of inconsistencies from chapter 1 to the current chapter three(which, btw, is still in the works). I fixed those now, along with grammar and typographical errors. Oh god, I didn't even realize I made Ietre kiss *name censored for the sake of the story* in chapter two!!! D: OMGWTFBBQ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I pass ISTECH3. We're sorta teetering on the edge here. ;o; Two more java programs, a database and one research paper to go!!!! &gt;o&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112287351443681250?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112287351443681250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112287351443681250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/08/take-me-to-your-leader-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112265657251778351</id><published>2005-07-30T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T01:02:52.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Just something random :/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: the pillows - i think i can &lt;br /&gt;wishes for: no more burping!!!&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/silly.gif" alt="eh?"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR...&lt;br /&gt;1. whole name: &lt;strike&gt;NO FRIGGIN WAY YOU DEVIL!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. nicknames: Rika, rika-(a multitude of variations for 'chan'), neko, Jo&lt;br /&gt;3. birthday: April 25th&lt;br /&gt;4. zodiac sign: Taurus&lt;br /&gt;5. civil status: Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOLS...&lt;br /&gt;6. elem: St. Theresa's College, QC&lt;br /&gt;7. high school: St. Theresa's College, QV&lt;br /&gt;8. college: DLSU-M&lt;br /&gt;9. course: Com Sci&lt;br /&gt;10. org(s): Writer's Guild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FAVORITE:&lt;br /&gt;11. movie: Monty Python and the Quest for the Holy Grail&lt;br /&gt;12. band/singer: Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;13. sport: Kicking People's Shins&lt;br /&gt;14. invention of man: INTERNET&lt;br /&gt;15. chillout place: first table nearest the Taft entrance of Gokongwei&lt;br /&gt;16. fruit: strawberries&lt;br /&gt;17. sitcom characters: Um, to be honest, I haven't watched a decent sitcom since I last saw Friends on TV. Which was.. er.. years ago. o_o;&lt;br /&gt;18. day of the week: Saturday&lt;br /&gt;19. line from a movie: "Do, or do not. There is no try." - Yoda&lt;br /&gt;20 talk show host: I don't watch talk shows o_o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS YOU WANT TO...&lt;br /&gt;21. buy: CLOTHES&lt;br /&gt;22. eat: chocolate. lots of it. and Pocky. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;23. receive this xmas: A six-year subscription to BexBoy, &lt;a href="http://maui.deviantart.com" target="_blank"&gt;Maui&lt;/a&gt;'s artbook, and a complete cosplay outfit of Allen Walker &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;24. try: snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;25. throw: my younger brother. and my mom. and my dad. and probably that rotting cherry i still keep on my desk o_0;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE A...&lt;br /&gt;26. lucky charm: My dreamcatcher necklace ^^&lt;br /&gt;27. psychic abilities: I can finish my bestfriend's sentences! And I have a bluetooth connection with &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/~kanuharaine" target="_blank"&gt;Val&lt;/a&gt;'s mind!&lt;br /&gt;28. coming quiz/exam: Umm.. well, the nearest examS I know is on the 24th of August (Dasalgo, Introdb, Objectp - in that order, starting from 8 in the morning to 6 in the evening.)&lt;br /&gt;29. allergies: smoke(all sorts of smoke. cigarrete smoke, car smoke, stuff that smoke... o_o; ) and dust&lt;br /&gt;30. fears: falling down a flight of stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU..&lt;br /&gt;31. drive: wish i could&lt;br /&gt;32: cook: yep&lt;br /&gt;34. keep a secret: secret? what secret? you have a secret?&lt;br /&gt;35 is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOOSE ONE...&lt;br /&gt;36. read a book/watch a movie: read a book&lt;br /&gt;37. brad pitt/colin farell/tom cruise: johnny depp&lt;br /&gt;38. black/blue/pink/white: black&lt;br /&gt;39. math/english: english&lt;br /&gt;40. maroon5/rhchilipeppers/D12: d12, meaning the 12-sided die, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1ST PERSON YOU REMEMBER WHEN YOU HEAR THE SONG...&lt;br /&gt;41. i will survive: &lt;strike&gt;Val&lt;/strike&gt; Erik&lt;br /&gt;42. can't help falling in love: .....LKAJFLKDJDROSSKLJFDKLJF&lt;br /&gt;43. friend of mine: Kang&lt;br /&gt;44. because you loved me: um. me? er. hm. :/ &lt;br /&gt;45. i'll be: Kang, Creole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR...&lt;br /&gt;46. role model/inspiration: role model? no one.. inspiration? i get lots of that by reading books and manga :3&lt;br /&gt;47. best asset: prolly my.. l33t sk1llz0rz&lt;br /&gt;48. talent: writing and drawing&lt;br /&gt;49. worst dream: oh god, there was a frickin SEA OF COCKROACHES!!&lt;br /&gt;50. hobbies: writing, drawing, &lt;strike&gt;forgetting that i'm talking to someone on the phone and only realizing that an hour later together with the person on the other line&lt;/strike&gt;, making fun of things, being random.. being bored.. and stuff. o_0;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was.. boring. off to bed now. still sick. my throat hurts and i've been burping for the past four hours o_____o; i can NOT have that much gas in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112265657251778351?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112265657251778351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112265657251778351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-something-random-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112252760849419611</id><published>2005-07-28T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T13:13:28.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mobile Gaming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Wench - Heart of Darkness&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: istech3 to pass ;o;&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/thoughtful.gif" alt="hmm"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't play mobile games. Really. Sure they'rre nice if you have them around when waiting for someone and they're taking long.. But since they're all the same, it's sort of boring already. Take this one game I have on my celphone currently. Alchemist, I think. It's like tetris, get two or potions of the same color to lessen the space on your screen, get them to be the same color as the 'bugs' shown on the side screen to gain more points.. How many games are there that have the same goal? A lot! Now, if there was a mobile game with an original setting, then maybe i'd play :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112252760849419611?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112252760849419611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112252760849419611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/07/mobile-gaming-listening-to-wench-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112247578821504190</id><published>2005-07-27T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T22:49:48.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Whoa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Iinchou, humming&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: no more sick Rika ;o;&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/bored.gif" alt="..."&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep sneezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you should scold me. I'm blogging when I'm supposed to be working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixed the layout, but I still feel that we lack something :/ I'm sorry, but Rika's creative juices don't exactly work software content-wise. I design. I don't do shit like put lessons in them. :/ I suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. Yeah, you can call it that. It's awful, really. School-wise. It affects everything. I wonder why it doesn't go away when you grow up? Or maybe it's a curse? I dun' think so. I need my Kangbaby. ;o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear god, have you seen &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/~abcd_wasabi" target="_blank"&gt;Creole&lt;/a&gt; lately?! Egads, I have a crush on my bestfriend! She looks so.. so.. bishounen!! &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;Since RMM has a new layout, I decided bLOODRiOT should have one as well. &amp;hearts; White rules. Kehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO WORK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112247578821504190?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112247578821504190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112247578821504190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/07/whoa-listening-to-iinchou-humming.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112226214571325766</id><published>2005-07-25T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T11:29:05.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm reaching 400 posts! Isn't that cool?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Bella Morte - Fall no More&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: everything to be done so i can focus on getting rid of this sickness&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/crushed.gif" alt="blah"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick. My head hurts, my eyes hurt, my neck hurts, my waist hurts, my throat hurts, and I always feel as if I'm drowning. SOmething's stuck in my throat, it's dry and it's painful, something's clogged my nose as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to that, I need to finish at least five papers and one java project today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't live through this, Iinchou and Mr. Kamui Pillow will be buried with me. Or cremated. Whichever is decided upon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112226214571325766?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112226214571325766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112226214571325766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-reaching-400-posts-isnt-that-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112200792342632924</id><published>2005-07-22T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T12:52:03.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cute = Strongest form of EVIL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: My little babies screaming cuteness&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: more of them cute adorable Akamatsu Desktop Mascots!! &gt;w&lt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/bouncy.gif" alt="arigato~"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG, cuteness has done it again! My adorable cute Akamatsu Desktop Mascots (Kitsune, Su, Mei and Naru fron LoveHina, Ayaka, Chisame, Chiu, Ku Fei, Yue, Eva, Chachamaru, Nodoka and Setsuna from NegiMa) have scared off a bunch of freshmen away from our table/hang-out! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO not letting them off my desktop. Even if Su does annoy me sometimes, with her going "Sore, sore!!" every minute or so. I just wish the Negima mascots were as annoying &lt;3 Nodoka is the cutest, but I think Ayaka has the most costume changes &gt;w&lt; I'm starting to like Akamatsu's works again. Tee hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyaaa~ I want more desktop mascots! ;o; Not just Akamatsu characters! I want... um.. um.. GakuAri desktop mascots!! &gt;w&lt; Kyaaaa~~~ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the end, &lt;strike&gt;evil&lt;/strike&gt; cuteness prevails!! *sentai pose*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112200792342632924?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112200792342632924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112200792342632924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/07/cute-strongest-form-of-evil.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112167197218874370</id><published>2005-07-18T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T15:32:52.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Arghfble.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: silence&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: iunno :/&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/scared.gif" alt="*sniff*"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually, for the first time in my life, ran up to someone, teary eyed, and cried on their shoulder. :/ What's the reason, you may ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven words, bucko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God that book is depressing. Though, it DOES answer a lot of questions... Still, it depresses me so. Especially with what happened and stuff. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something better than a hug :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112167197218874370?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112167197218874370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112167197218874370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/07/arghfble.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112135356705327933</id><published>2005-07-14T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T23:06:07.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;gusto ko ng baboy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: radioactive sago project&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: baboy&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/thoughtful.gif" alt="!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;better get your babel fishies ready, folks!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko ng baboy. gusto ko ng baboy. gusto ko ng babababoy, pare, gusto ko, gusto ko ng baboy. gusto ko ng baboy. gusto ko ng babababoy man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alam n'yo, bata palang ako mahilig na talaga ako sa baboy. lagi ako nagpapabili sa nanay ko ng baboy. sabi ko, "ma, bili mo ako ng baboy. yung cute. yung pink. yung maliit. yung may ribbon sa leeg." sabi ng nanay ko, "bakit mo gusting magpabili ng baboy, anak?" sabi ko, "dadalin ko sa eskwela. kasi nay, lahat ng tao mahilig sa baboy. malay mo, pag nakita ng teachers ko yung baboy, matuwa sila kasi gusto nila ng baboy eh. baka bigyan pa ako ng mataas na grado." sabi ng nanay ko, "hindi mo pwede dalhin ang baboy sa eskwela, anak! baka magkalat lang yan dun." sabi ko, "nay, hindi mo ako naiintindihan.buo ang loob ko, dadalin ko sa es-kwe-la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya gusto ko ng baboy. gusto ko ng baboy. gusto ko ng babababoy, pare, gusto ko, gusto ko ng baboy. gusto ko ng baboy. gusto ko ng babababoy man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya, nung lumaki na 'ko, hindi parin nawala ang hilig ko sa baboy. palagi ako nagtratrabaho para makabili ng baboy. minsan nga, nagagalit na sa akin yung asawa ko dahil puro baboy, baboy, baboy na lang daw ang nasa utak ko. sabi niya, "walanghiya ka, puro ka na lang baboy,baboy, baboy, ang payat-payat mo naman!" sabi ko, "walanghiya ka rin, hindi mo 'ko naintindihan. baboy ang kailangan ng katawan ko. baboy ang kailangan ng katawan mo. baboy ang kailangan ng katawan nating lahat. hindi mo ba alam, ang nagpapatakbo ng mundo ay baboy, baboy, baboy. hindi mo ba alam, diyos mo ay baboy. baboy. tama. diyos natin ang baboy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya gusto ko ng baboy. gusto ko ng baboy. gusto ko ng babababoy, pare, gusto ko, gusto ko ng baboy. gustong gusto ko ng baboy. gusto ko ng babababoy man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya gusto ko ng baboy. gusto ko ng baboy. gusto ko ng ba, ba, baboy, pare, gustong, gusto ko ng baboy. gusto ko ng baboy. gusto ko ng ba, ba, baboy, pare, gusto ko, gusto ko ng baboy. gusto ko ng baboy. gusto ko ng ba, ba, baboy, pare, gusto ko, gusto ko ng baboy. gustong gusto ko ng baboy. gusto ko ng ba, ba, baboy man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'lam n'yo, maraming klaseng baboy sa mundo. may baboy na maliit, may baboy na medium-size, may baboy na extra large, pero kahit anong gawin nila, baboy pa rin sila. pare-pareho lang mga baboy na yan. kahit anong sukat.. may baboy na dilaw, may baboy na asul, may baboy na pula, may baboy na puti, may baboy na pink, may baboy na green,may baboy na violet, may baboy na orange, pero kahit anong kulay mga yan, baboy pa rin ang mga yan! may baboy na matalino, may baboy na bobo, may baboy na macho.may baboy na seksi, may baboy na bakla, may baboy na mahirap, may baboy na mayaman. mas baboy ka pag mayaman ka. may baboy na businessman, may baboy na musikero, may baboy na makata, may baboy na basketball player, may baboy na baranggay tanod, may baboy na konsehal, may baboy na mayor, may baboy na congressman, may baboy na pulis, may baboy na teacher na nagtuturo ng kung anu-anong klaseng kababuyan. kaya wala na tayong magagawa, wala na tayong magagawa. napapaligiran tayong lahat ng baboy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teka, pag-isipan natin 'to! baka, ako baboy, siya, baboy. ikaw, baboy. 'yun, baboy. 'di kaya... baboy tayong lahat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya ayoko na ng baboy, ayoko na ng baboy, ayoko na ng babababoy, biik, ayoko na ng baboy, ayoko na ng baboy, ayoko na ng babababoy man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112135356705327933?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112135356705327933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112135356705327933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/07/gusto-ko-ng-baboy-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112123028168512631</id><published>2005-07-13T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T12:51:21.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;dribble drabble...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Little Viking - Future&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: my writing muse to come back. she left me when i abandoned red moon murders ;o;&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/thoughtful.gif" alt="ka-ching!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was sitting in a puddle of blood, a grin on her face. Her pupils were tiny pinpricks as she stared at the blood puddle. There was blood on her lips as well as other parts of her body. Her short black dress was also bloodied. She started to snigger. "My little pet escaped," she giggled, stroking the blade of her dagger. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. He must be taught a lesson!" She licked her lips, tasting the blood. It was delicious. She squealed in delight. "My little White Rabbit ran away. He must be punished!" Standing up, she did not even mind the blood that dripped, running down her legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding her daggers by her side, she grinned a nasty grin. "Off with his head!" she snarled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112123028168512631?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112123028168512631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112123028168512631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/07/dribble-drabble.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112113846550908026</id><published>2005-07-12T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T11:24:43.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ah, the frustrations in life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: GoxNoises(tm)&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: this desperation to end&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/angry.gif" alt="OMNILOATHING!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am terribly, terribly frustrated. At myself, at someone, at everyone, at EVERYTHING! It's so unbelievingly frustrating that it's actually a wonder that I'm still sane!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, it's this. You know that feeling that you absolutely have to do something just to make someone see things a different way and then it somehow works but backfires in some way? YES IT HAPPENED! My dear god. I mean, wtf! I didn't exactly mean it to happen like this! I admit, I knew I couldn't control everything, but I expected him to at least be civil! I mean! Heck! When our eyes meet, we immediately look away! It's like, we're a bunch of teenage highschoolers in love with each other and just cant say it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING HELL WHERE DID THAT COME FROM!?!?!? &gt;.&lt;! AAAAAAAAAGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing! I've been so frustrated because I'VE BEEN WANTING TO KISS SOMEONE! ANYONE! For crying out loud, it feels strange and frustrating! Strange because I've been having the urge to kiss a few people, right on the lips mind, and frustrating because I KNOW I CAN'T EVER, AND THAT I'M NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE DOING THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in love, but I can't even find the time to! I'm blaming school! School is gaddemn frustrating! It's absolutely full of crapshite! I have to do FOUR FUCKING PROJECTS AT THE SAME BLOODY FUCKING TIME! And the first project, which is only at the beginning stage, IS DUE NEXT WEEK THURSDAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIKA! Get your bloody fuckin' ass to work will ya? Ya lazy sodding crap for crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should stop thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off. Class in two minutes. No one to take care of my dear Iinchou though. Everyone's got a class and those who don't are off at KFC, three blocks away(roughly), and won't be back until later. :/ I'm thinking of cutting that class, but I need to go to that class so I can finally understand how the bloody professors actually WANT us to do our bliddy database project &gt;:F &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a new one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112113846550908026?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112113846550908026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112113846550908026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/07/ah-frustrations-in-life-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112074476988787967</id><published>2005-07-07T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T22:04:03.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I have a DREAM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Konami - Dracula Medley&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: um, discipline, determination and no more lazy-ass excuses&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/thoughtful.gif" alt="ka-ching!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMGZ WHEN I GROW UP I WANNA WORK FOR &lt;a href="http://www.gomanga.com/" target="_blank"&gt;SEVEN SEAS ENTERTAINMENT&lt;/a&gt; YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, I just want to work as a graphics artist.. I don't care if I get to start as just someone who puts in the tones, or typesetting, or inking.. It's comic practice! And I really want to become a comic book artist! Manga-style! And it seems that Seven Seas is a really good place to start... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I want to become, is a writer. I'd like to be able to write about anything, from news articles, to non-fiction, to poetry, to children's books.. Anything! The world is so full of words, I'd love to be able to use all of them at least once! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, now that you think about it, why *am* i taking up Computer Science, specializing in Information Systems Technology? I should be at a Fine Arts university, working my ass off plates on perspective, lines and shit like that! :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, the world is strange, and I'm stranger. :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for something completely off-topic! A quiz! Because we haven't had one in ages! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the trick. You take your response for the question, type it in google and link the first image you see. Ain't that easy? ^_^ I got this from a friend over at &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com" target="_blank"&gt;deviantART&lt;/a&gt; ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.grrlstories.org/stories/images/ShantelCh1R24F29C_T.jpg"&gt;joanna corinne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. your nickname&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sakai.zaq.ne.jp/juroo/cg/dx005_E-rika.jpg"&gt;rika&lt;/a&gt; VANILLA ICE CREAM I TELL YOU!! ICE CREAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. where you were born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://archives.cnn.com/2000/TECH/computing/06/29/philippines.lovebug.02/philippines.manila.gif"&gt;manila, philippines&lt;/a&gt; tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;4. where you live now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://webhome.idirect.com/~boweevil/pics/jeepneybabe.jpg"&gt;quezon city&lt;/a&gt; oops, safe search isn't turned on o__o;;;&lt;br /&gt;5. where you go to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stcqc.edu.ph/Pictures/stcfrontview.jpg"&gt;st. theresa's college of quezon city&lt;/a&gt; zomg, our school has a website :0&lt;br /&gt;6. your dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/tafrin/.cv/tafrin/Sites/.Pictures/Other%20Art/Comic%20Book%20Artist%20cover.jpg-thumb_205_273.jpg"&gt;comic book artist&lt;/a&gt; mangaka, actually.. :P and i turned on safe search xD&lt;br /&gt;7. your career&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.danradcliffe.co.uk/misc89.jpg"&gt;definately not a teacher&lt;/a&gt; tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;8. favorite hobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;molesting/harrassing people&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;half-assedly doing schoolwork&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;torture&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.volgagermans.net/norka/images/Volga%20Village%20Drawing%20-%20School.jpg"&gt;drawing reading writing&lt;/a&gt; &gt;w&lt;&lt;br /&gt;9. your significant other/crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tobypress.com/cov_print/The%20Secret_p.jpg"&gt;secret ;P&lt;/a&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;10. pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eyesonff.com/kh/images/mushu.jpg"&gt;mushu&lt;/a&gt; is not a dragon&lt;br /&gt;11. favorite color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seabean.com/locations/MarshallIslands/jpg/black_bumpy_small.jpg"&gt;black is not a color but&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;12. favorite music/band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chumlimited.com/data/2/4/7/Simple_Plan_7%20RGB.jpg"&gt;simple plan&lt;/a&gt; is my sin&lt;br /&gt;13. currently playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bookofcruxshadows.com/BookofCruxshadowsSITE/HigherSelf/NavImages/Earth/Discography/suc-cubuscvr.jpg"&gt;succubus club - deception&lt;/a&gt; is a very good song, yo.&lt;br /&gt;14. favorite song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.groberunfug.de/unfug/unfuggrafiken/japan/anime_cd_soundtracks/witch-hunter-rob-VICL-35423.jpg"&gt;half pain by bana&lt;/a&gt; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;15. pet peeve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scifi.com/sfw/issue26/panda.gif"&gt;evil parents&lt;/a&gt; doesn't really count as a pet peeve..&lt;br /&gt;16. your fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freedomads.org/live/139.jpg"&gt;no freedom&lt;/a&gt;, and i was talking about mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. that was fun xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112074476988787967?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112074476988787967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112074476988787967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-have-dream-listening-to-konami.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112061633958149346</id><published>2005-07-06T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T10:18:59.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Whee!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Music from the Succubus Club&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: Tsubasa Chronicle 13&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/happy.gif" alt="tee hee!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn something &lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=148" target="_blank"&gt;new&lt;/a&gt; everyday :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pep rally later. Won't be able to go. Committee meeting for Writer's Guild :0 Left my money at home &gt;.&lt; Spent forty bucks already; all that's left of my money is fifteen pesos o___o whee. what am i supposed to eat at lunch?!? GAH! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard someone got smushed by the MRT earlier today. Poor thing. May your soul be at rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112061633958149346?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112061633958149346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112061633958149346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/07/whee-listening-to-music-from-succubus.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112055280271401837</id><published>2005-07-05T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T16:40:02.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sitting in Silence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Castlevania - The Requiem of Gods&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: an end to the masquerade, an end to all illusions&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/indescribable.gif" alt="sweet is your blood on my lips..."&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premenstrual Syndrome? Nah, more like POSTmenstrual Syndrome. Yep. Yesterday, too. Sometimes, you just have to take extreme measures to teach people some things. Like, how to stop feeling so fucking damn low for yourself, or to stop saying that you're dumb, or to stop giving up too easily. Mmmyep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm not going to talk to a certain someone until the above mentioned will be met by a certain someone. Yeah, so the origin of the little bickering might have been a joke, but it was a bad one. So you're telling me I'm taking things too seriously? I'm supposed to give a damn how? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People should really stop feeling bad for themselves and start picking themselves up. STOP BEING CYNICS! Nothing good will come out of it. I used to be like that until I realized that I was going nowhere with the cynicism. So now, I'm like this supercharged sugarbunny who can't stop smiling. I don't care. At least I'm not wallowing up in depression because of my incompetence. At least I'm doing something about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, it hasn't stopped raining. Since I woke up, it was raining. When I woke up, it was so bliddy cold, even the comforter wasn't working :0 My feet were cold and numb, I could barely walk properly. I like rain, though. It's true, that when it's cold and raining, it gives you the perfect excuse to cuddle up to your favorite pillow/person/pet/plaything(teehee) ;) Also, I like it when it rains because Iunno, it gives such a sad feeling to things, and, I might be contradicting myself here, I actually *like* the sad feeling of it; it makes me euphoric for some odd reason :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it rains again tomorrow. I only have fashionable rainy/cold weather outfits xD Hehe. More opportunity to show them off xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pep rally tomorrow! Should I attend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112055280271401837?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112055280271401837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112055280271401837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/07/sitting-in-silence-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112045580232246403</id><published>2005-07-04T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T14:21:00.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Chronicles of the Song - Work In Progress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Castlevania - Castlevania Theme ~Gothic Techno Mix~&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: more gothic castlevania music to get me writing!! &gt;w&lt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/artistic.gif" alt="&lt;3"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The following piece of fiction is written as partial requirement for the midterm project for the subject Hucoint/Human-Computer Interaction at our college. I based it off of my RPG character in a &lt;a href="http://s7.invisionfree.com/rpost" target="_blank"&gt;World of Darkness campaign&lt;/a&gt;. I am, in all accounts, not affiliated with White Wolf Game Studio. The game is theirs, the characters are mine. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:&lt;br /&gt;Yami no Matsuei - Devil's Trill&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy IX - Kuja's Theme&lt;br /&gt;Castlevania - Castlevania Theme ~Gothic Techno Mix~&lt;br /&gt;Castlevania - Bloody Tears Hard Remix&lt;br /&gt;Castlevania - Vampire Killer ~Gothic Techno Mix~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, those are orgasmic &lt;b&gt;&lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alphonse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood on his lips tasted sweet, it was divine. He wanted to take more, but if he did, he would no longer be able to play with his favorite doll. Cradling the lifeless body of Killian's daughter, he gave her some of his blood. "Welcome to the unlife, my dearest," he said after the deed was done. Alphonse carried his beloved doll, carried her away from the dying village. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aria woke up with a throbbing headache. Sitting up, she noted that she was no longer at home. That was when she remembered her nightmare: Two sharp fangs sinking down, biting into her flesh, into her neck. She shuddered, hugging herself. &lt;br /&gt;And then she gasped. She was wearing a nightdress made of the finest silks in England, sitting on a large and soft four-poster bed, surrounded by pillows. Where was she? What in the world was she doing in such a place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aria-Alphonse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you had a good sleep, my dear?" came a voice. It was Alphonse, Aria's Teacher, the person who helped her out of her depression. Seeing the alarmed expression on her face, Alphonse smiled. "Please, do not be alarmed," he said, "You are safe. There is no need to worry, the Plague will no longer bother you."&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?" Aria asked, her voice shaky. The events were too overwhelming for her to take. "Where am I? Where's Father? What happened to him?!" She was crying now, the tears were streaming down on her cheeks. Ah, but she was still beautiful, noted Alphonse. He smiled, whether it looked comforting of menacing was up to who saw it. "You do not need to worry about him anymore, my dear. His passing was peaceful, as was your mother's," he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news was too sudden. Aria could no longer hold back the tears. She stared at her Teacher in bewilderment. She cried, and cried, and cried. She could not believe it. She was too late; She was alone. So alone. The sadness was too great for her to handle. Covering her face with her hands, she sobbed. THere was no longer any reason to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alphonse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His pretty doll started crying. Her depression was back, it seemed. Ah, how sweet was the sound of her sobs. He delighted in it, as he did when she cried for her dear lost Imril. Things were going smoothly for him. The next step now would be to introduce his beloved little doll to the new world he brought her in, to the world of the UnLiving. Smiling, he stepped forward towards his doll's bed and sat next to her. He took her hands from her face and lifted her chin so that he would look into her tear-swollen eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aria-Alphonse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These tears," Alphonse began, "have no use for the dead." And it was so, in more ways than one. "How can you say that?" Aria sobbed. "How can you say--" Alphone's finger pressed on her lips, silencing her. "Dearest, I did not mean it for them," he said. "I meant it for you. You, who died and was cursed to live again."&lt;br /&gt;She could not believe what her Teacher just said. "Lies," was all Aria managed to say, her voice barely a whisper. The tears were there again, blurring her vision. &lt;br /&gt;"Don't tell me you have forgotten, dearest?" Alphonse said. "Ah, but I suppose I cannot blame you. A lot has happened to you, my dear. Shall I refresh your memory?" He asked, cupping Aria's face with his hand, turning her head to face him, as if to kiss her. Aria's eyes were teary, and they hinted that she remembered the hysteria. Even her death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mind went blank. Nothing. Dear god, there was nothing anymore. She felt faint all of a sudden, as if there was no blood in her. Not that it mattered. If her Teacher said that she had already died, then it no longer mattered, how she felt. She let herself fall back to the nest of pillows. &lt;br /&gt;And then, she notice the salty sweet scent of blood. It was alluring, seducing. She closed her eyes, trying to follow the scent, needing it, wanting it, lusting for it. The feeling was so strange, lusting for blood, and yet, it felt absolutely normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alphonse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw his childe pale, all the color was gone from her, the realization must have been too shocking for her. Ah, nevertheless, it was time for her to accept the fact that she was already a Vampire, no longer human. Aria dropped back to the pillows on her bed. He licked his lips; He knew his childe was hungry. He drew a blade from his cloak and slit his wrist, letting the blood spill out. The reaction from his childe was immediate. She knew blood had been let, and he knew she wanted it. He brought his bleeding wrist to her lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aria-Alphonse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a drop, a tiny litte drop of blood on her lips, and she felt excruciatingly euphoric. Aria lashed her tongue out, parting the slit on Alphonse's wrist, letting the blood flow into her. She licked, she sucked, she drank the blood of her Sire. Alphonse was proud. &lt;br /&gt;A moment later, he drew back his wrist and licked his wound to heal. "That is enough, my dear," he told his childe. "There will be more the next time."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112045580232246403?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112045580232246403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112045580232246403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/07/chronicles-of-song-work-in-progress-w.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-112040360561280323</id><published>2005-07-03T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T23:13:25.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Stuff to tell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Gakuen Alice - ~gosenfu alice~ Futari no Inori&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: strawberry shortcake please!&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/bored.gif" alt="boo."&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog post counter is stuck at 294. It's been like that for the past year now. I dunno why it's not updating. 'Tis strange. I've been blogging for the past two years now, and it's stuck at 294. I've probably gone over 500 &lt;strike&gt;rants&lt;/strike&gt;posts now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm supposed to be studying, but I'm not. :/ I wonder why.. o_O;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a friend asked me about sex. I replied, "Wait two years until I graduate, wait until I get a job, and then we can go and do it." Iunno, it sounds reasonable to me, anyway. I mean, I'd be more responsible by that time, I'd be able to support myself if anything happens, and there won't be anything called 'teen pregnancy' for me. Another friend asked me about marriage. I told him that I'd like to stay single. Why? 'Cause I wouldn't have to be responsible for anyone else besides myself. No extra baggage. No extra expenses. No one to bother my lifestyle. But then again, life would be lonely. :/ Ah well. I'm still too young to think about these things anyway ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun. I had a blast, even if all we did was sit down at the foodcourt, draw and talk about things ever so random ^_^ I should hang out with the BADeviants more ^o^ I wish I could have watched Batman Begins with them yesterday, but I really had to go home at that time. :/ Too bad. I found two of them cute =w= Not saying who~~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, if I did mention them, I don't think them deviants would know since I don't think they even bother visiting here xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just in case, I'm not telling ;P You'll have ta wheedle it out from me, yo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Val! I'm sorry I couldn't take you to Glorietta yesterday ;3; Maybe I should have left when you did ^^; Ah well. Maybe next time ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I want to eat strawberry shortcake!! ;o; I miss eating cakes! ;o; I don't mind getting fat because of them!! ;o;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-112040360561280323?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112040360561280323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/112040360561280323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/07/stuff-to-tell-listening-to-gakuen.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111997108100565435</id><published>2005-06-28T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T23:04:41.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I just have to get this out of my system&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Junko Iwao - Scarlet&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: my grandma to stop KILLING THE MOUSE&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/geeky.gif" alt="write, silly girl. write."&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what's strange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss them one bit. It's like, okay, so they're there. So? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should hit myself for that. We've been what, friends for more than five years now. I know I should be missing all of them, but I'm not. Maybe there's something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me once, "If you miss me, why don't you call?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because we don't talk like we used to before. We're not as random as we were. We're not as close anymore. Things aren't like how they used to be. Since when? Since Kuya Gino left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what else? Since Kuya Gino left, it's as if we're always stabbing each other in the backs. Since he left, we've drifted so far apart. The phone rang less. The messages came less. Up to the point we all hated each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love hanging out with you guys, I really do. Thing is, the last few times we were together, it seemed so... forced. As if we just had to smile for fuck's sake. I could feel the tension between all of us. And yes, it is indeed a vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lordy. I know someone who we probably won't hear from a very long time. Reason? Burnout. Yeah, I know. I'm partially to blame. I admit it. We all are. But after thinking about it, you know, I pity him. It's not his fault, really, the way he is. It's understandable. He only wanted to do that because he wanted us to be together again. To do something together again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like DesCha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those times will never probably return. They'll be memories, forgotten or treasured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss you guys anymore. Maybe it's because we've all changed. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111997108100565435?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111997108100565435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111997108100565435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-just-have-to-get-this-out-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111995443025053334</id><published>2005-06-28T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T18:27:10.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*snickersnortchuckle*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Angel Tai - Angel Ukky&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: *thinks* um. Hm. that's a hard one.&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/geeky.gif" alt="*snorchle*"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snorchle (snowrchuhl) - a snort and chuckle done at the same time, or in succession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five or six more years and I can finally disown my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111995443025053334?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111995443025053334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111995443025053334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/06/snickersnortchuckle-listening-to-angel.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111962018334481730</id><published>2005-06-24T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:36:23.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to my world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: the delgados - woke from dreaming&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: i wanna go to a place..&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/okay.gif" alt="hohoho~"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stumbled upon my rather messy life. The things that which you read here might be for you, might be for someone else, might be painful, might be happy. It might be anything. But keep in mind, dear stranger, that things kept here are to be kept here alone. These are my thoughts. This is my world. I hope you take no offense on what i write, for these are things i cannot ever speak out loud. Well, most of them, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear stranger, you are stumbling upon sacred ground for me. Secrets I keep might be found here, dark thoughts lie within. I keep this journal for myself and myself alone. I write for no one. I write for nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write because I live. I write, for it is proof of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything here is a reminder of the past that can never come back. Bits and pieces of memories that struggle to stay alive. Remnants of those that which could never happen once more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, life is strange, stranger. You come and go as you please, how you find this place, I shall never know unless you tell me. Your next stop is unknown to me, as well. I do not even know if we'd ever meet again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for now, thank you for coming to this place. If we meet each other soon, I'd like to talk more about what's not here, if that's alright with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fare you well, stranger. May your journey take you someplace satisfying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111962018334481730?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111962018334481730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111962018334481730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/06/welcome-to-my-world-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111942085343405242</id><published>2005-06-22T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T14:14:13.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Raburesu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Hikita Kaori - Michiyuki&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: Loveless ep11-12&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/loved.gif" alt="loveless"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, new layout. Credits at the bottom. ^^ Pink-ish, yet cuter than the last, easier to access the posts too ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ritsuka-kun is so adorable~~ I wonder how Loveless TV would end. I think it ends this thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope more people get to comment on my posts and shout in the tagboard. I mean, I get lots of views a day, and yet, no comments :/ That's just sad. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111942085343405242?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111942085343405242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111942085343405242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/06/raburesu-listening-to-hikita-kaori.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111916205912243469</id><published>2005-06-19T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T14:20:59.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Day in the Life of Rika&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Mieno Hitomi - Yukkuri&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: something better&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/artistic.gif" alt="^_^"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wakes up, cold and groggy, only to find out she's kicked the sheets and the comforter off her. The airconditioning unit was set on maximum, the way she likes it. Reminds her of her RPG sweetheart, Suisei. She looks at the clock, it's six in the morning. "Urgh," she says, "Too early." So she pulls up the sheets, the comforter, back over her cold body. She tries to go back to sleep, only, she's disturbed about the bits and pieces she remembers in her dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;They were running down a flight of stairs, someone was writing which floor they were already in with chalk on the top step of each flight. There was going to be an explosion. The black cloud is above the abandoned building they were escaping from. There were four of them. They had to escape or else the dark mage will get them. It was dark, so it was okay to leave the building. Finally, they were outside. It was going to rain, they could smell it. "Nail everything on the ground, so the next time it explodes, it won't fall off," said someone. It kept repeating and repeating. The tall chinese boy smiled, they were safe. Now, they had to find a new haven. THeir old one was going to be destroyed. How about underground? SO they went underground. A special elevator took them way below another building; it was posh and smelled of expensive material. Down, down they went. Flashes of black and white appeared in front of their eyes. "Deeper, deeper," said one of them, who it was, they did not know. They finally reached their destination. 60 feet down under the building, 60 feet below basement parking, 60 feet under for a haven. And now, they were ready to sleep for a century, to wake up a hundred years later, refreshed, ready to rule the world. Two males, two females. And then someone was by the elevator, someone else. She stands up, runs up to the person by the elevator and hugs him goodbye. After all, a child should say goodbye to her master. It is only right. He says his goodbyes, wishing them all well, sweet dreams...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't manage to sleep again, so she picks up her mobile phone, types in a message and sends it to two people. She lies down on her bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering what the dream meant. She recalls a name. Matthias. Why, she does not know. It was an hour later that she stood up, grabbed her towel, went downstairs, to the bath. It was a quick ten-minute bath, and fifteen minutes later, she was dressed. She was going to school, for a meeting with a professor. Halfway to school, she realizes that she hasn't got her ID. "Crap," she mutters under her breath. Wasted money, going back home, she finds her wallet inside her closet, beneath her underwear. Shaking her head, she stuffs her things in a new bag, and runs to the nearest jeepney station. It was very hot, and it was only 9 in the morning. She reaches the train station ten minutes later, reaches school twenty after. It was around nine-thirty, and the meeting with the professor was supposed to be 9. Good thing the professor hasn't reported in by that time. She was safe. Ten in the morning came, the professor still hasn't come in. She sends an sms message to her professor, and he replies that he's just at the Registrar's office and will be back in ten minutes or so. And he did. The meeting went well, she was all smiles. She noted that the professor was cute up close, when you're talking in a small group. Child-like, with glasses, not too tall, not too short. Matches her type of guy. Too bad he was a professor, and she was his student. "I can still hope," she tells herself. After that, it was an idle time. She met up with a few friends later on, had fun with them, ate lunch, and then, it was time to go home. Getting home, she changes, picks up her pillow, embraces and kisses it. Then, she picks up her laptop, embraces it, takes it down to the study and goes online. Her sister comes in, she lets her use it because she wanted to take a nap. Two hours later, her nap is over, she takes over her laptop again, looking for software for her homework, at the same time trying to get the patience to read the specifics of her project. Ah, how she wished she had a mile-wide of patience for that. Unfortunately, CISCO was too technical for her own sake, so she gives up. Maybe later, she says. Dinner comes and goes, her granparents come back from a party. It was eleven in the evening. She's bored, and decides to go to sleep. Before she does, she reads a manual, the one thing she believes is the cause of all her strange dreams. Before she finally surrenders to the Sandman, she wonders what sort of dream will she have tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111916205912243469?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111916205912243469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111916205912243469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-in-life-of-rika-listening-to-mieno.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111872838474450575</id><published>2005-06-14T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T13:53:04.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nostalgia?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: ...&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: him, again...&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/bored.gif" alt="/..."&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I sort of miss my dark-colored blog.. Maybe i should use brown again :/ Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....But pink is good &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111872838474450575?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111872838474450575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111872838474450575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/06/nostalgia-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111870775113248979</id><published>2005-06-14T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T08:18:57.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;From &lt;a href="http://pointyman2000.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Kuya Jay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Maroon 5 - She Will Be Loved&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: him. me. bondage room. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/artistic.gif" alt="yay!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules&lt;br /&gt;1. If you want to participate, leave a comment below saying "interview me."&lt;br /&gt;2. I will respond by asking you five questions - each persons will be different.&lt;br /&gt;3. You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.&lt;br /&gt;5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1) If you were going to play a Vampire in a World of Darkness game, which Clan would you choose and why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I'd play a Malkavian any day. Why? Well, for one thing, it's closest to my personality. I think that's rather explanatory, once you've leafed through my archives o_O;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2) Japanese or Filipino Cuisine?&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;A bit of both. See, I've no particular taste in food. As long as it's edible, and it looks edible, I'd eat it ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3) What kitchen implement or appliance would best describe your school study habits?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Ooooh, interesting. It'd probably be a stove. Hot when you turn it on, but useless when it's not needed. *crammercrammer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;4) If you were God, which commandment would you change, and what would you change it into?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Haha. Yeah. Um, the first one. I believe it goes, "I am the Lord your God. Thou shall have no God other than I." I'd change it to, "I created you with conscience, I created you with a mind, so use it. And you don't necessarily have to worship me to thank me for it." Rather self-explanatory, but I'll expound on that if you want me to ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;5) You have a choice to change one facet of your physical body. What would it be, and what would you change it into? :p&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;My abs, because they make me look a month pregnant o_O&lt;/strike&gt; My height. I want to be taller &gt;:0 Being 5"2' at 19 sucks!!! *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- I played this game before, only it was on &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/~redmoonmurder" target="_blank"&gt;RedMoonMurder&lt;/a&gt;, and it was six questions ^^ So~ Who's up for the challenge? *prods Artoo, Khan, Benji, Sean and Andrew* &gt;:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111870775113248979?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111870775113248979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111870775113248979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/06/from-kuya-jay-listening-to-maroon-5.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111864253230928335</id><published>2005-06-13T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T19:07:38.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You know you're obsessed with RPGs when...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: still the Phantom of the Opera OST ^^;&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: Black Mage!&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/geeky.gif" alt="xD"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rika: DIE! *swishes stabbing knife*&lt;br /&gt;artoo: MISS!&lt;br /&gt;artoo: its a stabbing knife, not a slashing knife&lt;br /&gt;rika: ...good point.&lt;br /&gt;artoo: *takes out +8 Double Matyr Stilleto* THIS is a slashing knife&lt;br /&gt;rika: DIE! *stabs with a stbbing knife*&lt;br /&gt;artoo: *miss* I'm wearing veeeeeeeeeeery thick armor&lt;br /&gt;rika: screw you! *goes over to talk to RM to adjust skill levels* Can I get Celerity level 5 too? and Obfuscate level 2. That skill rocks.&lt;br /&gt;artoo: oh yeah? all your skills can't beat my best skill!&lt;br /&gt;artoo: Running Away While Screaming Like A Scared Little Schoolgirl Level 10!&lt;br /&gt;rika: *gasp* i can't beat that alright o_O;&lt;br /&gt;artoo: i even have a counter to your yaoi torture skill&lt;br /&gt;artoo: my "Gouge Eyes Out While Screaming Like A Bitch Level 10" skill&lt;br /&gt;rika: ...Hah! I have Yaoi Torture Skill Level 10, which lets me play AUDIO FILES!!! MUHAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;artoo: well, then there's my +8 Mking Me Really Deaf MP3 player&lt;br /&gt;rika: ...Darn you, technology! Darn you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, check this out: &lt;a href="http://newgrounds.com/portal/view/243164" target="_blank"&gt;http://newgrounds.com/portal/view/243164&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111864253230928335?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111864253230928335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111864253230928335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-know-youre-obsessed-with-rpgs-when.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111863555255099958</id><published>2005-06-13T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T12:05:52.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The BitTorrent Queen does it again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Phantom of the Opera 2004 OST on Loop&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: more HD space for all those Vampire material! (almost a hundred books!!)&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/bouncy.gif" alt="i'm a malkavian! ph34r!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I've done it again. This time, I've filled up Iinchou's HD. o__O; And what, in a matter of two months of being with me. Yikes o_O; (Two months and two days, to be exact) But, I've cleared up some space now, thanks to the 50 cd-rs I got last month. So I have 4gigs free again, but currently, i have a 2.5gig download (Mage material, for Erik), a 1.something gig left of the Vampire material i downloaded before.. I think that one contains the rest of the clanbooks and some campaign material...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oniichan will be proud of me. Um, not regarding my HD space going poof, though. Ahahahaha~ x3 Thank you, oniichan, for introducing me to the world of RPGs. My world has never been the same. &lt;3 Oh, and I need to talk to you about something. And I think you know what that is already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum hum. Today's a holiday. Hooray! Not that it matters, but at least I don't get to see that annoying Dist-Ed professor of mine. Yeeesh. I sit at the front-center of the lab we're in, and she's almost always standing right there in front of me... and it RAINS! everytime she speaks it RAINS!! the horror.. and her GRAMMAR!! oh lordy, her grammar is awful! It pains my ears to hear her grammar! Her diction is twice as horrible! How the frickin' hell she became a COLLEGE PROFESSOR eludes me. Is that how desperate Philippine Education has become?! Oh noes! My children! I fear my childer will never know the true meaning of knowledge ;3; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kicked the sheets off again last night. Meant I dreamt something horrible, though I can't remember what. Creole says that if you don't remember your dreams, it'll happen. and if you remember them, it won't. :/ Somehow, i think that dream of mine had something to do with Vampires again. I really should stop reading V:tR and V:tM before I go to bed. I fear for my future.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, maybe not... &gt;:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111863555255099958?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111863555255099958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111863555255099958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/06/bittorrent-queen-does-it-again.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111856564769966912</id><published>2005-06-12T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T16:40:47.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;a href="http://terminalanesthesia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Dad&lt;/a&gt; scares me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111856564769966912?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111856564769966912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111856564769966912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111795586827370851</id><published>2005-06-05T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T15:17:48.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;new layout&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Gwen Stefani - Hollaback Girl&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: ...a GM post at WODManila. lol.&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/geeky.gif" alt="*snortsnicker*"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. yeah. just a post to let y'all know I have a new layout ;) 'tis pretty, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111795586827370851?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111795586827370851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111795586827370851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-layout-listening-to-gwen-stefani.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111751967242069246</id><published>2005-05-31T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T13:46:23.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Interface Review of a Shopping Website&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Okina Reiko - Tsuki no CURSE&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: a high grade for this review? :D&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/geeky.gif" alt="schoolwork!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/avatar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a shopping website and seek the approval of your instructor to assess this site. Evaluate the website using the following considerations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Product Presentation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;User Interface&lt;/li&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Efficiency of navigation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Color combination&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Media used&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Consistency, cohesiveness and effectiveness of icons, toolbars or other agents used&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Functionality - in terms of reliability and execution of tasks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sociological, Psychological considerations (base on usability principles) &amp; Ethical considerations (optional)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Technology used in the interface&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quality of communication + Feedback mechanism available&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shopping Site I have chosen is &lt;a href="http://www.domuya.net" target="_blank"&gt;Domu-net&lt;/a&gt;. It is a BJD(Ball-jointed Doll) Online shopping site that provides not only the dolls, but accessories, add ons, maintenance and furniture as well. The target buyers for this site are doll lovers, BJD collectors and enthusiasts from all over the world, especially those who cannot afford to go to Japan and buy the dolls from &lt;a href="http://www.volks.co.jp" target="_blank"&gt;Volks, Inc.&lt;/a&gt; themselves. That is what actually made &lt;a href="http://www.domuya.net" target="_blank"&gt;Domu-net&lt;/a&gt; famous: It caters to customers around the world who would want to buy a Volks Full-choice System(FCS) doll, a customer-defined doll, from the type of head to the type of feet the doll would use. &lt;a href="http://www.domuya.net" target="_blank"&gt;Domu-net&lt;/a&gt; does not only carry &lt;a href="http://www.volks.co.jp" target="_blank"&gt;Volks&lt;/a&gt; dolls, but also other BJDs made from other companies like Custom House, Luts, Serendipity and HappyDoll. They require membership for those who wish to buy their products. Membership is free, but the dolls aren't ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Product Presentation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.domuya.net" target="_blank"&gt;Domu-net&lt;/a&gt; has an organized way of presenting their products. They have separated them into groups: Doll bodies, Doll Accessories, Doll Furnitures, Doll Clothes, Doll Shoes and Doll Wigs. They also include their Featured Products, Figurines, New Items, and their most popular section, the Full Choice System for &lt;a href="http://www.volks.co.jp" target="_blank"&gt;Volks&lt;/a&gt; dolls. Entering any of those groups would lead you to more choices, this time, by the maker or producer. After choosing which maker of the certain part you wish to see, &lt;a href="http://www.domuya.net" target="_blank"&gt;Domu-net&lt;/a&gt; will display a picture of the product, list the product's name in bold letters, the code for the product, the type of product, if the product is still in stock, and the price. There will also be a button that the customer would press if he or she would like to purchase the said item. Purchasing items are only open for members. Membership, as mentioned before, is free of charge. When you purchase an item, you click on the "Add item to cart" button, and that takes you to a more detailed description of the item, eg: what colors the product comes in, what type of make it is, what company made the certain product, etc. For &lt;a href="http://www.domuya.net" target="_blank"&gt;Domu-net&lt;/a&gt;'s Volks FCS service, the &lt;a href="http://www.domuya.net" target="_blank"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; emails the customer for additional customization of their doll. Shipping and handling of dolls and products depend on how much the customer bought, what type of doll the customer bought, and which dollmaker the product came from. &lt;a href="http://www.domuya.net" target="_blank"&gt;Domu-net&lt;/a&gt;'s Volks FCS service takes five to six weeks of shipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;User Interface&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;i&gt;Efficiency of Navigation&lt;/i&gt; - For every page you visit, there will always be two menus/navigation bars. On the left will be the navigation bar for the products, and on the right will be more general navigation menus like the Help menus, Shop menus, FAQs, your Shopping Cart, and a link to &lt;a href="http://www.domuya.net" target="_blank"&gt;Domu-net&lt;/a&gt;'s Forums. These two navigation bars never disappears for every in-site link you click. In a way, it is very helpful since you can navigate to any part of the site any time you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;i&gt;Color Combination&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.domuya.net" target="_blank"&gt;Domu-net&lt;/a&gt;'s current color theme is brown-gold. The colors are not too dark or too bright. The colors are actually calming to the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;i&gt;Media used&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.domuya.net" target="_blank"&gt;Domu-net&lt;/a&gt; is actually graphic heavy. There are a lot of pictres in the site that have to load per page. The more pictures there are per page, the slower the time it takes to load the page, especially for 56kbps connections. The site also provides text descriptions of their products. For any customer, the pictures are worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;i&gt;Consistency, cohesiveness and effectiveness of icons, toolbars or other agents used&lt;/i&gt; - As mentioned before, both navigation menus do not disappear from any part of the site (except the forums, but that loads on another window). Also, the colors, the fonts, etc. are consistent. &lt;a href="http://www.domuya.net" target="_blank"&gt;Domu-net&lt;/a&gt; does not use that much fancy coding for their online shop, since i think their database might cause the whole site to go slower if they did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Functionality - in terms of reliability and execution of tasks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; It is actually very easy to go about &lt;a href="http://www.domuya.net" target="_blank"&gt;Domu-net&lt;/a&gt;, if you don't mind waiting a while for the pictures to load in their product catalogue. Everything is already given to you, and if there are any questions, the FAQ can easily be accessed. Also, you can save your cart if you plan to buy your items at a later date. It helps you assess your budget. Items in your saved cart can be removed and/or updated any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Technology used in the interface&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.domuya.net" target="_blank"&gt;Domu-net&lt;/a&gt; uses Active Server Pages, aka ASP for their coding. It also seems that they have some java scripts included in the mix as well. They use a centralized database for their product catalogues that is accessed by most of the navigation links. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quality of communication + Feedback mechanism available&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; For every order you make, &lt;a href="http://www.domuya.net" target="_blank"&gt;Domu-net&lt;/a&gt; sends an email to the member to confirm their order. This is to ensure that the member indeed ordered the product. This system is also used in their FCS service, which lets the member explain further the type of doll they would want to receive. &lt;a href="http://www.domuya.net" target="_blank"&gt;Domu-net&lt;/a&gt; also has the forums so that members can post technical questions about the site, clarifications on the FAQ, mailing guidelines, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111751967242069246?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111751967242069246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111751967242069246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/05/interface-review-of-shopping-website.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111693920421357083</id><published>2005-05-24T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T20:53:24.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Revenge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Wrath&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: the power to kill them&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/indescribable.gif" alt="you WILL die"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I WILL kill you, you bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I have no parents, I have no brother, I have no sister. I only have myself, my granparents, and my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death to the bastards who arouse my anger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111693920421357083?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111693920421357083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111693920421357083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/05/revenge-listening-to-wrath-wishes-for.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111646382252016699</id><published>2005-05-19T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T08:50:22.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is here so i won't forget&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: the radio&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: ISTECH3&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/okay.gif" alt="..."&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course  Section  Day/s  Time  Room  Pad  Enrolled  Confirmed  &lt;br /&gt;DASALGO  S11 MWF  1430 - 1530  G211  0  16  0  &lt;br /&gt;AP-APID, RIGAN P. &lt;br /&gt;DASALGO  S12 TH  0940 - 1110  G403  0  37  0  &lt;br /&gt;AP-APID, RIGAN P. &lt;br /&gt;DASALGO  S13 TH  1300 - 1430  G202  0  23  0  &lt;br /&gt;AP-APID, RIGAN P. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course  Section  Day/s  Time  Room  Pad  Enrolled  Confirmed  &lt;br /&gt;ISTECH3  S11 TH  0800 - 0930  J212  25  42  0  &lt;br /&gt;ESPIRITU, JOSE LLOYD D. &lt;br /&gt;ISTECH3  S21 MWF  1650 - 1750  J212  25  44  0  &lt;br /&gt;ESPIRITU, JOSE LLOYD D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course  Section  Day/s  Time  Room  Pad  Enrolled  Confirmed  &lt;br /&gt;OBJECTP  S11 TH  1620 - 1750  G207  0  40  0  &lt;br /&gt;CABREDO, RAFAEL A. &lt;br /&gt;OBJECTP  S12 MWF  1430 - 1530  G402  0  37  0  &lt;br /&gt;CABREDO, RAFAEL A. &lt;br /&gt;OBJECTP  S13 MWF  1540 - 1640  G402  0  39  0  &lt;br /&gt;CABREDO, RAFAEL A. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course  Section  Day/s  Time  Room  Pad  Enrolled  Confirmed  &lt;br /&gt;INTRODB  S14 TH  0940 - 1110  G210  0  39  0  &lt;br /&gt;MALABANAN, OLIVER A. &lt;br /&gt;INTRODB  S15 TH  1440 - 1610  G206  0  36  0  &lt;br /&gt;TANGKEKO, MARIVIC S. &lt;br /&gt;INTRODB  S16 TH  1120 - 1250  G203  0  40  0  &lt;br /&gt;GENEROSO, FREDERICK &lt;br /&gt;INTRODB  S17 TH  1300 - 1430  G205  0  37  0  &lt;br /&gt;TANGKEKO, MARIVIC S. &lt;br /&gt;INTRODB  S18 MWF  0920 - 1020  G208  0  12  0  &lt;br /&gt;MALABANAN, OLIVER A. &lt;br /&gt;INTRODB  S20 MWF  1030 - 1130  G209  0  31  0  &lt;br /&gt;MALABANAN, OLIVER A. &lt;br /&gt;INTRODB  S21 TH  0940 - 1110  G212  0  39  0  &lt;br /&gt;CHU, ALLAN CHRISTOPHER S. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course  Section  Day/s  Time  Room  Pad  Enrolled  Confirmed  &lt;br /&gt;HUCOINT  S11 MWF  1030 - 1130  J212  25  44  0  &lt;br /&gt;PINEDA, MA. VICTORIA G. &lt;br /&gt;HUCOINT  S21 TH  1300 - 1430  J212  25  42  0  &lt;br /&gt;PINEDA, MA. VICTORIA G. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course  Section  Day/s  Time  Room  Pad  Enrolled  Confirmed  &lt;br /&gt;DIST-ED  S21 MWF  0810 - 0910  J304  0  38  0  &lt;br /&gt;WONG, MARIBELLE D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTPHIL  S11 MWF  1650 - 1750  G208  0  40  0  &lt;br /&gt;CRUZ, CHRISTOPHER THOMAS R. &lt;br /&gt;INTPHIL  S12 MWF  1430 - 1530  G207  0  40  0  &lt;br /&gt;VELASCO, MARY LAUREEN L. &lt;br /&gt;INTPHIL  S14 TH  1440 - 1610  G403  0  40  0  &lt;br /&gt;VELASCO, MARY LAUREEN L. &lt;br /&gt;INTPHIL  S15 MWF  1430 - 1530  J304  0  39  0  &lt;br /&gt;VELASCO, MARY LAUREEN L. &lt;br /&gt;INTPHIL  S16 MWF  1140 - 1240  G401  0  40  0  &lt;br /&gt;LUALHATI, VICTORINO RAYMUNDO T &lt;br /&gt;INTPHIL  S17 TH  1620 - 1750  G209  0  38  0  &lt;br /&gt;LUALHATI, VICTORINO RAYMUNDO T &lt;br /&gt;INTPHIL  S18 TH  1300 - 1430  G210  0  40  0  &lt;br /&gt;GRIPALDO, ROLANDO M. &lt;br /&gt;INTPHIL  S21 MWF  0920 - 1020  G211  0  40  0  &lt;br /&gt;GARCIA, ELENITA R &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Intphil just in case o__O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111646382252016699?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111646382252016699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111646382252016699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-here-so-i-wont-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111633975195671936</id><published>2005-05-17T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T22:22:31.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Meme for my LJ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: X Character File - Kamui Shirou&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: ice cream&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/geeky.gif" alt="mwehehe"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074799735' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Full Metal Achemist : LJ Style [Sins not included] by &lt;a 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bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;&lt;a href='http://memegen.net/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111633975195671936?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111633975195671936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111633975195671936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/05/meme-for-my-lj-listening-to-x.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111624238281669432</id><published>2005-05-16T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T22:24:04.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Bana - Half Pain&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: ...&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/indescribable.gif" alt="..."&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, what should i write? that everything's okay? no, everything's not okay.&lt;br /&gt;what should i say? that everything's going to be alright? no, i dont think they will.&lt;br /&gt;once things go bad, everything else goes bad.&lt;br /&gt;so what else are you staring at me for? shoo. go away. leave me alone. as if you care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111624238281669432?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111624238281669432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111624238281669432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111521533762860440</id><published>2005-05-04T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:02:17.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Woe is me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: melocure - first priority&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: to get out of the bloody house, goddamnit&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/angry.gif" alt="i wish my parents die &gt;:0 now, please"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under house arrest. Won't be able to leave the bloody house for the rest of the bloody summer (Except the supposed family trip to Puerto Galera, if ever my dad wasn't lying about that). Meaning, no, I can't go out this friday. Now shut up and deal with it. Bother me about that again and I swear I will &lt;strike&gt;kill you&lt;/strike&gt; send someone to kill you. &gt;:0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god, why are my parents regressing? Hello? I'm NINETEEN for fuck's sake. I'm not NINE. Bloody hell. Die, please. &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing. I am SO bloody pissed because I can't bloody play Angel's Feather and Sukisyo 3 and 4. &gt;:/ I can't fucking understand the fucking &lt;a href="http://yaoiforever.midoshiro.com/guides/Japanese_games.htm" target="_blank"&gt;guide&lt;/a&gt;. None of it fucking makes sense, damnit. &gt;:/ Same goes for Enzai, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what am i gonna do for the rest of the bloody summer?! &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Visit me? please? Or kidnap me. Kidnapping is good. Just get me out of this bloody house, damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111521533762860440?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111521533762860440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111521533762860440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/05/woe-is-me-listening-to-melocure-first.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111518591058542669</id><published>2005-05-04T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T13:51:50.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. omg, i just *HAD* to do it again xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074780462' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Random Comic Generator v2.0 by &lt;a href='http://delya.deviantart.com'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Delya&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Nickname&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Nickname' value='rikapyon' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Paper or plastic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;select name='Paper or plastic?'&gt;&lt;option SELECTED&gt;Paper&lt;option&gt;Plastic&lt;option&gt;neither&lt;option&gt;none&lt;option&gt;bubble wrap&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;panel 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.agilerobot.com/agile/host/panel01_04.gif"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;panel 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.agilerobot.com/agile/host/panel02_03.gif"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;panel 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.agilerobot.com/agile/host/panel03_07.gif"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='Delya'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1074780462'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;&lt;a href='http://memegen.net/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074780462' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Random Comic Generator v2.0 by &lt;a href='http://delya.deviantart.com'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Delya&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Nickname&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Nickname' value='rikaneko' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Paper or plastic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;select name='Paper or plastic?'&gt;&lt;option&gt;Paper&lt;option&gt;Plastic&lt;option&gt;neither&lt;option SELECTED&gt;none&lt;option&gt;bubble wrap&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;panel 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.agilerobot.com/agile/host/panel01_12.gif"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;panel 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.agilerobot.com/agile/host/panel02_12.gif"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;panel 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.agilerobot.com/agile/host/panel03_12.gif"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='Delya'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1074780462'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;&lt;a href='http://memegen.net/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074780462' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Random Comic Generator v2.0 by &lt;a href='http://delya.deviantart.com'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Delya&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Nickname&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Nickname' value='rikarika' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Paper or plastic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;select name='Paper or plastic?'&gt;&lt;option&gt;Paper&lt;option&gt;Plastic&lt;option&gt;neither&lt;option&gt;none&lt;option SELECTED&gt;bubble wrap&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;panel 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.agilerobot.com/agile/host/panel01_11.gif"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;panel 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.agilerobot.com/agile/host/panel02_09.gif"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;panel 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.agilerobot.com/agile/host/panel03_04.gif"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='Delya'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1074780462'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;&lt;a href='http://memegen.net/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074780462' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Random Comic Generator v2.0 by &lt;a href='http://delya.deviantart.com'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Delya&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Nickname&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Nickname' value='rika-pyon' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Paper or plastic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;select name='Paper or plastic?'&gt;&lt;option&gt;Paper&lt;option SELECTED&gt;Plastic&lt;option&gt;neither&lt;option&gt;none&lt;option&gt;bubble wrap&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;panel 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.agilerobot.com/agile/host/panel01_08.gif"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;panel 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.agilerobot.com/agile/host/panel02_01.gif"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;panel 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.agilerobot.com/agile/host/panel03_03.gif"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='Delya'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1074780462'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;&lt;a href='http://memegen.net/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111518591058542669?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111518591058542669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111518591058542669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/05/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111781203429892485</id><published>2005-05-03T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T07:21:25.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Kwiz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Skylar Blue - Faye&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: everything?&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/okay.gif" alt="hum hum.."&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#66CCFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Were Actually Born Under:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CBF3FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/chinesehoroscopes/tiger.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Fierce and courageous - you are the king of every situation.&lt;br /&gt;You pounce and attack, until others give you want you want.&lt;br /&gt;Daring and magnetic, you inspire others to follow your lead.&lt;br /&gt;And while you're wild at heart, you have some hidden soft spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with a Horse or Dog.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF667F" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Have Been Born Under:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCCDA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/chinesehoroscopes/ram.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your most comfortable inside your head - and often daydream the day away.&lt;br /&gt;You have an artistic temperament that makes you seem creative to some, eccentric to others.&lt;br /&gt;You avoid conflict at all costs, and you have a difficult time with relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Attractive and with good manners, you tend to shine in social situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with a Pig or Rabbit.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatyearwereyoubornunderquiz/"&gt;What Year Were You Born Under?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Star Wars Pickup Line&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/starwarspickup/pickup.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Size matters not. Judge me by my size, do you?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourstarwarspickupline/"&gt;What's Your Star Wars Pickup Line?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Amazing Yoda Sex Line&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/yodabedroom/yoda.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do me or do me not - there is no try."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/amazingyodasexlinegenerator/"&gt;The Amazing Yoda Sex Line Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Number is &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  8  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your confidence and passion draws people in.&lt;br /&gt;You've got a powerful personality, and you tend to take the lead in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Protective and dominant, you like to keep a short leash on your sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;And that works out well for you, as long as you don't get with another strong personality!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/lovenumberquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Love Number?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: capitalize; word-spacing: .3em; text-align: center; background: #D3CEF5; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;Your Expression Number is 8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=" font: 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: none; text-align: left; background: #E8E5FA; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;Driven and ambitious, you have the potential to reach great things.&lt;br /&gt;You're both good with money and good at getting things done quickly.&lt;br /&gt;You are an excellent leader and a great judge of character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of energy and confidence, you undertake projects that seem impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Dependable and determined, you are able to understand the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you are not in a position of power right now, it will fall to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be very materialistic - and obsessed with status and power.&lt;br /&gt;While this isn't always a bad thing, you sometimes take it to the extreme.&lt;br /&gt;In order to be truly happy, you must balance the material and spiritual in your life.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourexpressionnumberquiz/"&gt;What's Your Expression Number?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are "Dizzy and Giddy"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/giddy.gif" alt="John Kerry"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/japanese-smiley-quiz.html"&gt;  What Japanese Smiley Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111781203429892485?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111781203429892485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111781203429892485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/05/kwiz.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111511610625210181</id><published>2005-05-03T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T18:28:26.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;kwiz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: kang on teh phone&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: i wish i was there ;__;&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/artistic.gir" alt="fwah."&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 11pt;" width="350" align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#CCE6FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #1 Match: ENTP&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E5F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Visionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are charming, outgoing, friendly. You make a good first impression.&lt;br /&gt;You possess good negotiating skills and can convince anyone of anything.&lt;br /&gt;Happy to be the center of attention, you love to tell stories and show off.&lt;br /&gt;You're very clever, but not disciplined enough to do well in structured environments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great entrpreneur, marketing executive, or actor.&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFCCCD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #2 Match: ESTP&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFE5E6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are adventurous and risk taking. You act first, think second.&lt;br /&gt;You love being the center of attention. Chances are you were the class clown.&lt;br /&gt;Competitive, charming, and charasmatic - you have your own code of honor.&lt;br /&gt;You live a flexible life, bouncing between a series of activies that interest you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great salesperson, marketing director, or entrepreneur.&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFFECC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #3 Match: INTP&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFEE5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thinker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are analytical and logical - and on a quest to learn everything you can.&lt;br /&gt;Smart and complex, you always love a new intellectual challenge.&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest pet peeve is people who slow you down with trivial chit chat.&lt;br /&gt;A quiet maverick, you tend to ignore rules and authority whenever you feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent mathematician, programmer, or professor.&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/mbtiquiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111511610625210181?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111511610625210181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111511610625210181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/05/kwiz-listening-to-kang-on-teh-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111488005066054834</id><published>2005-05-01T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T00:54:21.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mello = bad; Near = cute; BUT NO ONE CAN EVER REPLACE L!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Pizzicato Five - Happy Sad&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: L&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/sad.gif" alt="gimme l!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read page 60. &lt;br /&gt;highlight for spoilers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;I miss L. And Although Mello looks good in his clothes, soemthing about him just reeks fuglyness (mabe his eyes) And Oh noes! No! Kira! I mean, Rato! Don't marry Misamisa! You belong to L!! L will haunt your soul if you do!! *sob* Anyway, that aside, I want L back. Even though Near is quite close to being L, he's too young to be L. And he isn't dark-haired. &lt;strike&gt;Or in love with Raito&lt;/strike&gt; Or likes sweets. Egads, it's like L split into two people!! &gt;:0 I just wish that there was a way to bring back the dead. And I wonder what the other Death Gods will do now that they know that something is wrong? What will the Gread Death God do? Will he punish Raito? Will he bring back L? Will he stop the wedding? WIll there even be a wedding? Will Matsuda go out with Sayu? What is Mello planning to do with Sayu after abducting her? Make like Raito and Misa? AAAGH! I need to reread Death Note. TT^TT I miss you L!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;now go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111488005066054834?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111488005066054834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111488005066054834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/05/mello-bad-near-cute-but-no-one-can.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111475766753286237</id><published>2005-04-29T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T15:59:54.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;new sugary layout!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: doa - Shiro no Jumon&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: chocolate truffles and Coraline&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/bouncy.gif" alt=" yay!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New layout. I think i snagged this one off &lt;a href="http://aethereality.net" target="_blank"&gt;Aethereality&lt;/a&gt; or somehwere. ^^; Go check the credits down there. ehehehe.. ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after teh blackness of Iori, we have white! and Sugar! heee. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I *must* get the series already.. &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i just watched Ichigo 100% OAV. xD Omg, You do not know how much I started to laugh. Junpei sounds like Seiji(from Sensitive Pornograph) and I couldn't stop hearing him saying "Sono-san" over and over and over x3 haha. i'm strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone kick me and tell me to finish teh Tactics review for &lt;a href="http://yorokonde.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Yorokonde&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111475766753286237?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111475766753286237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111475766753286237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-sugary-layout-listening-to-doa.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111436811914840376</id><published>2005-04-25T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T02:41:59.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BIRTHDAY!! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Ueda Kana - Pikapika no Taiyou&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: lots of presents! (in cash, too!) &lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/bouncy.gif" alt="birthday! birthday! birthday!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of writing, it is Monday, April 25, 2005. It's my nineteenth birthday. Whoo-hee! (although, I'd rather stay 18.. or 8. 8 would be fun, thanks ^^) Not officially yet, though. I was born 4.27pm on the 25th of april, so technically i still have 12 or so hours.. Still. It's my nineteenth birthday ^^ I had this countdown thingy while dancing at Kang's party. Hee. It was exciting. And then before I went home, i had cake. And the 'kada sang Happy birthday :D (Though, I did lead the singing.. it was still fun.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'm treating out to dinner at greenbelt. I still want Creole, Kang, Jem, Khan, Arred, Kanuha, scorpionflare, Wicco, Ross, Artoo and Jackie to go. :) I know it's super short notice, but please do try to go. I want it to be fun. I miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want gifts! lots of them! ^___________________^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111436811914840376?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111436811914840376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111436811914840376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/04/birthday-eeeeeeeeeeeee-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111322817999866630</id><published>2005-04-11T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T22:03:00.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hello, Iinchou!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: silence&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: installers for Iinchou&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/bouncy.gif" alt="giddy~"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to Iinchou! ^^ He's here! I cant believe he's here! He's actually here!!! &gt;w&lt; And I'm using him right now! Wheee!! &gt;w&lt; *kisses her new &lt;strike&gt;uke&lt;/strike&gt; laptop* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop's name is Tobita Yuu, aka Iinchou. &amp;hearts; His namesake came from the number one shota uke in Gakuen Alice (or at least, IMO he's the number one uke). I've been itching to &lt;strike&gt;molest&lt;/strike&gt; use Iinchou over the weekend already and I'm soooo loving him right now. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heee~~ &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was late at Jackie's party. ^^; I didn't get to swim since it's that time of the month. Boo. I just can't believe that Ross actually looked good when he was swimming. Tee hee~ Maybe I can get to swim by the time my birthday comes around... Oh yeah.. Ross and I were the only two people from DLSU-CCS who came. Boo you people! Boo you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;Damn you person who stole my sister's celphone! I hope you die tonight! And I hope you die a slow and painful death, bastard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111322817999866630?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111322817999866630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111322817999866630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/04/hello-iinchou-listening-to-silence.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111279244239331684</id><published>2005-04-06T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T21:00:42.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/animaxsu/petition.html"&gt;SIGN THE BLOODY PETITION! NOW!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;i signed it twice. shhhhhh.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111279244239331684?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111279244239331684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111279244239331684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/04/sign-bloody-petition-now-i-signed-it.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111262971853549333</id><published>2005-04-04T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T23:48:38.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1110083892devil.gif'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Satanism&lt;/b&gt;. Your beliefs most closely resemble those of Satanism! Before you scream, do a bit of research on it. To be a Satanist, you don't actually have to believe in Satan. Satanism generally focuses upon the spiritual advancement of the self, rather than upon submission to a deity or a set of moral codes. Do some research if you immediately think of the satanic cult stereotype. Your beliefs may also resemble those of earth-based religions such as paganism.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Satanism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Buddhism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='83' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;83%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;agnosticism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='83' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;83%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;atheism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='71' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;71%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Paganism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='58' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;58%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Judaism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Islam&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Hinduism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='29' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;29%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Christianity&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='8' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;8%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=10907'&gt;Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111262971853549333?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111262971853549333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111262971853549333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-scored-as-satanism.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111201729684982362</id><published>2005-03-28T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T21:41:36.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ã��ã‚‚ã�¡ æ‚ªã�„ã€‚&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Yasunori Mitsuda ãƒ¼ leftovers from the dreams of the strong&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: æ‚ªå¤¢ï½¡ &lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/indescribable.gif" alt="ã��ã�ˆã�Ÿ"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ã�‚ã�‚... ä»Šæ—¥ã�¯ã�²ã�©ã�„ã€‚&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111201729684982362?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111201729684982362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111201729684982362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/03/listening-to-yasunori-mitsuda.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111183033680820691</id><published>2005-03-26T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T17:45:36.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quiz attack!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Suikoden III - Old Castle by the Lake&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: TROGDOR!!!&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/horny.gif" alt="skweez meeeee"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from random people ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/Nariel-flame/1109606355_CMyDocumentsHope.jpg" border="0" alt="stufff"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the Spirit of Hope. Whenever someone is&lt;br&gt;feeling down, they merely have to think of you&lt;br&gt;to make them happy again. You have the ability&lt;br&gt;to simply radiate happiness. You can make&lt;br&gt;friends quickly because your strong point is&lt;br&gt;your amazingly friendly nature which naturally&lt;br&gt;people want to be with. You think about the&lt;br&gt;best in everything, a total optimist, you won't&lt;br&gt;have any trouble getting a worthy person to&lt;br&gt;shae your life with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Nariel-flame/quizzes/Which%20stunning%20spirit%20of%20emotion%20are%20you%3F%20NEW%20AND%20IMPROVED!%20(amazingly%20beautiful%20anime%20pics!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which stunning spirit of emotion are you? NEW AND IMPROVED! (amazingly beautiful anime pics!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="300" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#paranoid"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Very High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#schizoid"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#schizotypal"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#antisocial"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#borderline"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Very High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#histrionic"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Very High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#narcissistic"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Very High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#avoidant"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Very High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#dependent"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#obsessive"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Personality Disorder Test - Take It!&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061574058_pcocktail2.jpg" border="0" alt="Cocktail"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cocktail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Alcoholic%20Drink%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;?? Which Alcoholic Drink Are You ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111183033680820691?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111183033680820691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111183033680820691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/03/quiz-attack-listening-to-suikoden-iii.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111176180980994713</id><published>2005-03-25T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T22:43:29.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm back! I hope..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Hiroki Kikuta - Oh I'm a Flamelet&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: Trogdor!!&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/horny.gif" alt="trogdor!!!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Oh yeah&lt;/a&gt;. Trogdor roxx0rz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy's back. Hopefully he doesn't go skizzy on me again. And "skizzy" isn't really a word. I think. I invented it. I hope. It means crap. Or Full of Crap. Or Crapfuck. Haha. I'm funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Move along now, kids. Nothing to see here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111176180980994713?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111176180980994713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111176180980994713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-back-i-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111147471363893967</id><published>2005-03-22T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T14:58:33.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;temporary hiatus?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Cardcaptor Sakura - Tobira wo Akete&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: my laptop, DSL connection, my Jimmy to feel better ;_;&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/scared.gif" alt="Jimmyyy!! Noooooo!!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going on a hiatus until Jimmy gets fixed. He needs a new OS and harware upgrades and that takes time. Until then, I'm going to wait for Jimmy to get fixed and until my Uke (aka laptop) arrives. Oh yeah, I havent really thought of a name for my laptop, so he'll be temporarily called Uke until I get a name for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then... Eat shit &gt;:0 kidding ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111147471363893967?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111147471363893967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111147471363893967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/03/temporary-hiatus-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111106632061818152</id><published>2005-03-17T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T21:32:00.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Online enrollment suxx0rz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Rie Fu - Life is Like a Boat&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: passing grades for all my subjects&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/angry.gif" alt="boo! hiss!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I still have to enroll two subjects. HUCOINT (Human-Computer Interaction) and ISTECH3 (Information Systems Technology 3). Damn people at the IT department does not know how to count and that ONE class with a maximum number of 40 students CAN NEVER ACCOMODATE AN IST BATCH WITH OVER 60 STUDENTS &gt;:0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i'm supposed to be studying for my DASALGO (Data Structures and Algorithms) exam tomorrow. I had counseling earlier and er.. well, my conscience tells me I should get off the net and study. Or else Iori Yagami will get me. In my sleep. (Which doesn't seem bad, really.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. I just hate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This term is a do or die term. I need to pass it so that i can prove not only to myself that I CAN do something on my own and that I AM capable of being a comsci student... I dunno. When I told some people that I planned to leave DLSU, somehow, they seemed so.. so.. attatched to me. o_O; I dunno how to put it...There was this one time even that Ross sorta convinced me not to leave anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to leave. It's not because I don't like you guys. I know I can prove myself that I am fit to be a comsci student, but there's no thrill anymore. I'm not as interested in comsci anymore as I was in my first year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the future will bring me. I guess we'll just have to find out whether or not I will still stay at DLSU as a CS-IST student or move out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111106632061818152?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111106632061818152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111106632061818152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/03/online-enrollment-suxx0rz-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-111081480950464989</id><published>2005-03-14T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T23:40:09.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Stressed out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Ishida Youko - Sugar Baby Love&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: to finish the script, and START MY DASALGO PROJECT! :0&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/scared.gif" alt="no more.. no more..!!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got too much to do, and so little time. I feel like I've run out of all the energy in my system and that i'm about to break. Poor me and poor Jimmy. We both need breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start controlling myself. I mean, I KNOW i have to work, but all I do is put things off. I have to stop procrastinating. I know that. But sometimes, putting off procrastinating is.. er, well, procrastinating as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that didn't make sense, it's okay. I'm not making sense anymore. It's 11.30 in the evening and I've gone totally skwushed. I dont make sense anymore and my head hurts. Last Saturday's headache hasn't gone away yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last saturday, i watched artoo's Lord of the RIngs extended dvd's.. all day. as in one after the other. took me roughly 14 hours to finish the whole bit. and my head fuckin' hurt afterward. My eyes, too. But my eyes are sorta used to staring at screens for a long time. But my head hurt like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts like hell right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i just want to stop working but i know i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someoen to help me with DASALGO. I fear I might not pass this subject and I wont see Ross, Val, Val and Erik anymore. Those four are actually the four people I can really cling on to in DLSU. the only four people who actually begged me to stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe moving isn't at all bad. I just.. need somewhere to move to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can convince Ninang Cel to find me a college at San Francisco so I can stay there for the rest of my college days. Bad side is, i wont get to see not only the four people I love the most at DLSU, but Creole, kang, Jem, Khan, Benj, and everyone else back here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, there's this someone i won't probably see ever again. Pity I like him. I think I'm obsessing over him, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Bad rika. Posting too much at LJ and forgetting bloodriot :( I should post more here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be sleeping. -___-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to work anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should.. kill myself? *shrug*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-111081480950464989?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111081480950464989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/111081480950464989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/03/stressed-out-listening-to-ishida-youko.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-110987978692098043</id><published>2005-03-04T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T03:56:26.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;sleeeeeeeeeeep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Maki Ichihara - Mother&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/bored.gif" alt="i'm hungry, too!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, I'm awake at this bloody hour! :O People are gonna start waking up in an hour or so because they're all going to work and shit and I AM STILL BLOODY AWAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Mr Kamui Pillow's fault! I told him to wake me up before Shaman King goes on Toonami but he didn't! and I even missed dinner! I am sooo hungry! I only got to make soup, but that isnt enough! I need foooooooooooood!!! &gt;:0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFGIMISSEDSHAMANKING!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-110987978692098043?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110987978692098043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110987978692098043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/03/sleeeeeeeeeeep-listening-to-maki.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-110964125152160211</id><published>2005-03-01T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T09:40:51.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Gwahaha. Or not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Shimokawa Mikuni - Alone&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: L&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/scared.gif" alt="L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFGNOIHATEPAGEFIFTYEIGHTOFNEATHNOTEDAMNYOUSOBSOBSOB!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished the panel discussion we had today for english class. It was.. okay. I think we did good. I didn't prepare for it haha. Yeah. Crap ne? I've only eaten a donut and i have eighty five bucks left in my wallet. I want lunch, but it's only nine fourty in the morning and yeh. I have class later at one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I might be running away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: DAMN YOU!!!!!!!! *sobs because of page 58*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-110964125152160211?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110964125152160211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110964125152160211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/03/gwahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-110950891425296788</id><published>2005-02-27T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T20:55:14.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My feet hurt ;o;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Para Para Paradise - Nonstop Megamix&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: no more pain&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/crushed.gif" alt=";__;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went ice skating today with my siblings. And my mom. 'Cause my sister got these one hour free thingies so we decided to go today. And there was a lot of people. Apparently, tomorrow's the last day you can use the coupons so everyone went today because tomorrow's a schoolday. I have only one thing to day. My feet HURT! ;o; Like Hell! Because (1) The damn skates were a size small for my feet (2) I wore the wrong socks so now my ankle has this wound thingy (3) There were too many damn people skating around (4) The damn skates were a size too small for my feet. Wait. I said that already. Bah!! &gt;:0 So i did not enjoy the skating at all. Boo. Mom didn't know how to skate, so she was sort of coached by my sister. I just.. skated around. And fixed my skates. Time ratio of skating and fixing skates: 7:3 -__-;; i SO did not have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I proved to the world that I suck at Initial D. ;o; And the name on my card was supposed to be 'Ikea', I dunno where the 'a' went. So now it reads "Ike" o__O;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-110950891425296788?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110950891425296788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110950891425296788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-feet-hurt-o-listening-to-para-para.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-110882592131703924</id><published>2005-02-19T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T23:12:01.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;AnimeXplosion 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Para Para Paradise - Boom Boom Fire&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: the next devMeet, so I can give out some of my lineart, too! lol&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/bouncy.gif" alt="wai wai wai!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmigosh! I met lots of people!! Okay, Im gonna give you a run down on what happened to me today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up real early to get money from mama so I can dilly dally on to Megamall for the convention. XD So! I wear my m)phosis salmon tank top with my black courdoroy pants. (My footwear was lame.) Anyway, I go to Creole's place first, played with her GBA emulator, ate liempo and then Ate Happy shooed us. Lol. And then I find out that my umbrella is incompetent &gt;:0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we get to Megamall, right.. And we see all sorts of people and stuff. First thing we saw was the cosplayers going in. And then, when we finally came in, we saw a sentai/mecha exhibit! Glee! Childhood memories, oh joy! xD And then we saw people on the floor drawing, and tehn I realize the fanart contest was today and tomorrow. And then I saw Khan and Artoo and Sean on the floor, smack dab in the middle. So we join them in their little circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then! I met people from devArt! Whee! And it was my first time to be in a devMeet, too! The first person I met was Ryne! He was at the fanart contest drawing Ed Elric! Joy! And then I saw Kuya Mikel! Hahaha! xD I thought he was this tall thin guy ahahaa.. but I was wrong! xD And then I saw Gian, and he introduced me to a bunch of people. I got to sign the devMeet attendance thing too. I saw Delru there, too. SHe was cosplaying Elle Lag (Shadow Skill). And I met Siopaw! And Ate Den and Lolo!! ANd Moo!! I met Moo!! I also met Ian, Blitzkreig(got a Mai Shiranui pic from him) and Cklaighe! Ahahaha.. I met lots of Kuleet-inc today! xD I didn't get to meet Nat, Teki, Kuya Maki and Ghe, though. And I got free art! Though, the only person who got art from me was Ryne, since he was special cause I felt bad and responsible for his celphone being lost. :( I was his last texter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosplay was... okay. Less good cosplayers, more drop-outs. The Bleach cosplay group sucked high hell. I could have done a better Rukia! &gt;:0 She didn't even have Rukia's special bang! And her Kon didn't look like Kon! And did I mention the Ichigo?!! HE DIDN'T HAVE ORANGE HAIR!! AND THEIR BYAKUYA-SAMA WAS NOT GOOD LOOKING!!!!!! FUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! I did not see the girl with the SuperDollfie! *gasp* Artoo and Khan and Sean got to see her and took a photo of her, too!! &gt;:0 I wanted to steal the dollfie, too. Darn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I would like to write more, I am too tired. Maybe you can call me (+639186641130) on my mobile and I can talk to you about it and how you should have been there because it was fun and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside of all that was... Well, PhP150 was shit. &gt;:0 Lower your ticket prices, damnit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-110882592131703924?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110882592131703924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110882592131703924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/02/animexplosion-2005-listening-to-para.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-110877316520491824</id><published>2005-02-19T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T21:21:54.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AnimeXplosion 2005 Today &amp;hearts; Whee! See you there ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Fifth Level of Hell!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's Inferno Hell Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-110877316520491824?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110877316520491824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110877316520491824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/02/animexplosion-2005-today-whee-see-you.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-110865099829916783</id><published>2005-02-17T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T00:06:18.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Shine on me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Psycho le Cemu - With&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: no more torpe attacks&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/scared.gif" alt="shine on this life that's burning out"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was.. well, I dunno. Effed? I didn't attend two classes today simply because I wanted to "be with her", so to speak. And I really didn't feel like going anyway. If I did, I'd have slept through the whole class. So now, I'm going to have to look for a really good DASALGO tutor. Someone who knows what he's talking about. Like, say, Ross. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, there's something I hate the most about MSN.. It's when you're talking to someone and pouring all your heart out to that person and it turns out that they were cut off the net and due to the lag, MSN messenger was not able to even put that notice where the person you're talking to was offline. It just frickin stinks. I mean, you bliddy talk but it turns out no one was listening! agh. effed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, right now, i'm brooding because I was such an idiot who chickened out when all i had to say was "hi". Torpe. Tanginang torpe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Val, thanks for putting up with me and my ramblings. I knew I could count on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oniichan, thanks. Even if i never told you anything, what you told me made me feel a little better. Thanks. At least now, I know I'm not coward enough to get my wrists slit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-110865099829916783?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110865099829916783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110865099829916783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/02/shine-on-me-listening-to-psycho-le.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-110847572320047539</id><published>2005-02-15T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T21:55:23.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;de-virginized&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Chie Harada - Ghost Sweeper&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: that it never happened&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/scared.gif" alt="my poor boobies!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not really. I was molested. TT3TT Me and &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~wicco" target="_blank"&gt;Erik&lt;/a&gt; went to SPS to get our X-Rays taken because that's what the APE (Annual Physical Examination) schedule said. So we go to SPS, take the bliddy forms we were told to get. And then I got molested. TT3TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, we know that the MedExams, the dental, physical, etc exams, were going to be held on March 1-3, when we get the XRay results. But noooooooooooooooooo.. stupid admin decided to screw with the schedule and made us take all med exams at once. Damn admin. Anyway, &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~wicco" target="_blank"&gt;Erik&lt;/a&gt; and I were discussing bondage, yaoi and nudity while on the queues, oblivious to what was going to happen. And yea. I got molested. And that evil doctor's hands were damn cold i thought my breasts were frozen. =__=;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, when we were finally going to take the x-rays, the xray technician person asked me how old i was and i was like, "......um....... *insert longer pause here* eighteen?" and in my head i was like, "shit, how old am i again?! wtf?!" *slaps forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;egads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-110847572320047539?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110847572320047539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110847572320047539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/02/de-virginized-listening-to-chie-harada.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-110840540702524851</id><published>2005-02-15T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T02:23:27.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Please wait while we attatch you to your uke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Enzai inthe background&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: chocolates&lt;br /&gt;mood:&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/indescribable.gif"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I swear, that's what I saw while i was attatching some files in an email i was sending... I was like, shit, Rika, you're staying up too late, go to bed! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, a crappy valentines to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs and much love*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-110840540702524851?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110840540702524851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110840540702524851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/02/please-wait-while-we-attatch-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-110821704739417304</id><published>2005-02-12T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T22:04:07.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Shounen ai glee!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;listening to: Haibane Renmei - Blue Flow&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: Scanlations to Kaze to Ki no Uta. Or the Manga itself&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/bouncy.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forums.animesuki.com/showthread.php?t=6819" target="_blank"&gt;In this forum thread I read the bestest news I've ever seen for the whole day.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.live-evil.org" target="_blank"&gt;Live-eviL&lt;/a&gt; is fansubbing &lt;b&gt;Kaze to Ki no Uta&lt;/b&gt;!! Eeeeeee!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: &lt;b&gt;Kaze to Ki no Uta&lt;/b&gt; is a shounen ai/yaoi magna whose OAV is called &lt;b&gt;Kaze to Ki no Uta -Sanctus-&lt;/b&gt;. The story is about two French boys who are roommates in an exclusive all-boys school, set in the late 1800s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded the Techno-Girls version of &lt;b&gt;Kaze to Ki&lt;/b&gt; because my &lt;a href="http://EE-.deviantart.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Seme-sama&lt;/a&gt; told me to. I downloaded it a few weeks ago, and I only watched it tonight, and omigosh, it was sooooooooooooooooo pretty I just had to have the manga! And then I remembered seeing a few pictures of &lt;b&gt;Kaze to Ki&lt;/b&gt; in &lt;a href="http://www.ob-session.org" target="_blank"&gt;Obsession&lt;/a&gt; so I went ahead and checked their site and YAY! They have up to volume two scanlated, so I went to their irc channel and started downloading. *is still downloading vol1*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, being the greedy idiot that i am, I wanted a faster way of downloading the scans. BitTorrent. So I googled it and there I found the forum thread. I was like, OMG!! LIVE-EVIL!! *major fangirl squee* I'm totally excited that LE is going to sub &lt;b&gt;Kaze to Ki&lt;/b&gt;. They've done a lot of really Classic anime titles and their subs are of very good quality, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! In conclusion, I haven't studied for my DASALGO exam this monday night and Valentine's Day is going to suck for me. Unless I get my hands on all the scans of &lt;b&gt;Kaze to Ki&lt;/b&gt; before that day.. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-110821704739417304?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110821704739417304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110821704739417304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/02/shounen-ai-glee-listening-to-haibane.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-110761306478931537</id><published>2005-02-05T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T17:06:03.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is the most insane thing that i've taken in ages.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=5391"&gt;"Find your IQ (pictures)"&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz/5391/res5.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gifted IQ 125 to 140 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Gifted! IQ 125 to 140. The US average is 98 and you should feel good. Only 1 out of 50 people have a higher IQ than you. You really should consider taking a real IQ test to measure your near genius. People like you: Madonna, Hilary Clinton, Geena Davis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pushingthrough.com/projects/faggot/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.ashley.hosts.rumandmonkey.com/memes/faggot/City.jpg" alt="I'm a Trendy City Faggot!" title="I'm a Trendy City Faggot!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="width: 350px"&gt;I'm a Trendy City Faggot! I am better than you. My clothing is better, I am more sophisticated, I smell better, taste better, look better, and feel better. Whatâ€™s more, I snigger into my macchiato at other faggot stereotypes, because they are all so tragically simple. God why canâ€™t I get laid?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pushingthrough.com/projects/faggot/"&gt;What kind of Faggot are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://pushingthrough.com/"&gt;Pushing Through&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-110761306478931537?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110761306478931537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110761306478931537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-is-most-insane-thing-that-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-110744684298955494</id><published>2005-02-04T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T00:07:22.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Anniversary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Miki Higashino - Reminiscence&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: more blogging years&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/bouncy.gif" alt="happy anniversary!!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. It's been two years since bLOODRiOT was born. So far, this has been my longest running site yet. It's updated when I can, updated when I could and updated when I have something to say. But now, I have two journals. &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~redmoonmurder" target="_blank"&gt;RMM&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://bloodriot.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;bLOODRiOT&lt;/a&gt;. New year, new beginnings. LJ will have my more personal posts, bLOODRiOT will have general posts. I'm just so glad that this is still alive. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, a new layout and back to the old URL. Why go back? Well, bLOODRiOT won't be bLOODRiOT if it doesn't have it's proper URL back. ;) Besides, a lot of you have gotten more familiar with the old URL than the new, so hey. Hehe. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has happened to bLOODRiOT for the past two years? Lots of makeovers. I started with an old Blogger layout, then one from blogskins, then other, more complicated layouts until I started to do my own.. Of course, when I getl azy, I use premade ones again. Haha. Yeah. Lazy me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bLOODRiOT also witnessed my changes. Yep. From my old 16-year old self to someone turning 19, this blog has seen it all. My maturity, my immaturity, my moodswings, everything. I don't think I can live without this blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, as a tribute to the namesake of my blog, my layout features Iori Yagami, from the King of Fighters. Without him, I dont think i could have come up with a name. Hehe. Worship the Orochi blooders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I dont have anything more to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary, bLOODRiOT. Welcome home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Rika&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-110744684298955494?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110744684298955494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110744684298955494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-anniversary-listening-to-miki.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-110725281027421120</id><published>2005-02-01T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T18:13:30.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bleached&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Orange Range - * ~asutarisuku~&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: Bleach 17 fansub&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/horny.gif" alt="nfufufufu"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleach owns my soul, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I have two online journals. This one, and the one at Livejournal. So, how am i supposed to update both? Yes, well, here's something. I'll be posting school and general life stuff here at Bloodriot. Personal stuff go to LJ, and therefore it will be friends only from now on. *goes off to make a friends only banner for LJ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eew, gross. My grandma just kissed me nearly on the lips. Eeeeeeeeew. *dies* Okay, so she kisses me a lot, but eew. Please. Not on the lips! Or even NEAR my lips! Yech. X__x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this friday, Bloodriot's going back to its original URL. ^^ And a new layout to celebrate two years of blogging. And More than 330 posts. And more than 6000 views. Huzzah!! x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh.. lessee. What's up. Hmm.. Nothing much. DASALGO still confuses me.. or maybe it's just the summation bit. I'm having fun with stacks and heaps. Next we're having sorting algorithms, we took that up on our COMPRO2. haha. Yeah. Whatever. I just need to pass this term so I can leave soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of leaving, I &lt;strike&gt;plan to go&lt;/strike&gt; will be going to California this summer, probably after Kangbon's birthday. Because I love her so, I will not miss her debut. ;) And then I'll celebrate my birthday in California. Haha. But that doesn't mean you don't have to give me gifts. When I get back home, I expect my room to be filled with them &gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, that's it for now, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lub j00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-110725281027421120?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110725281027421120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110725281027421120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/02/bleached-listening-to-orange-range.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-110701592480774475</id><published>2005-01-30T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T17:00:21.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lost my inspiration to write&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: The Scanty - I Love U&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: my muse to come back ;__; i promise i'll feed you more shota!&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/crushed.gif" alt="mittens!! come baaaaaaack!!!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh em gee, as Creole says. It seems that I can't write decently anymore. After the first chapter of Nine Tails was finished and a few paragraphs of chapter 2 was done, Mittens has left me alone. *sobs* Mittens is my muse, see. He's actually an evil yaoi spirit given to me by Artoo. I dunno where he is right now. I want him back. *sobs* Please, if you find my Mittens, please tell him I need him. I have a whole new shota collection just for him! ;__;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-110701592480774475?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110701592480774475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110701592480774475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/01/lost-my-inspiration-to-write-listening.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-110674283380381931</id><published>2005-01-26T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T20:33:53.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*on her knees, looking and shaking fists at sky* NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Xenogears OST&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: Legend of Mana 2&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/angry.gif" alt="screw final fantasy! i want LoM2!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard from Khan that Square cancelled making Legend of Mana 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!! DAMN THEM!!!!! AAAAAAAAGH!!! I swear I'll kill the project head when I find out who that person is!! Why is he doing this to us?!?! *sobs* Screw Final Fantasy! I want Legend of Mana 2!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-110674283380381931?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110674283380381931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110674283380381931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/01/on-her-knees-looking-and-shaking-fists.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-110622833907082680</id><published>2005-01-20T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T21:38:59.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nfufufufufu!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Suikoden III OST - In the Moonlight&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: shota! and my most special person! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/loved.gif" alt="lub!"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.omgjeremy.com/animegirl.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i meet lots of nice people over at LJ. x3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school sucked. skipped my first class this term. DASALGO. x3 gods, i was hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-110622833907082680?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110622833907082680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110622833907082680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/01/nfufufufufu-listening-to-suikoden-iii.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-110611605023134623</id><published>2005-01-19T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T14:27:30.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i sold my soul to the devil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Shimokawa Mikuni - Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: cake and ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/drunk.gif" alt="nfufufuf"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKA i have an &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~redmoonmurder" target="_blank"&gt;LJ&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean I'm leaving Bloodriot. ^^ I love Bloodriot so much, it's nearing its 2nd year anniversary. I have something planned for Feb 4th. ^^ Watch for it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy. I got to choose the bestest topic for my Informative speech for next next week. Topic: Elegant Gothic Lolita. I am love. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-110611605023134623?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110611605023134623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110611605023134623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-sold-my-soul-to-devil-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019398.post-110588193827025174</id><published>2005-01-16T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T21:57:08.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;depressed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to: Shimokawa Mikuni - Alone&lt;br /&gt;wishes for: *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/scared.gif" alt="i miss you"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/rikaneko/emote/crushed.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i miss her dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i hate the fact that she's on the other side of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i know that i might never meet her face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i know that a lot of people like her who she likes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i care too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itai. mune ga itai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/Jai16/1099783473_cssadness2.jpg" border="0" alt="Sadness"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I:&lt;p align="center"&gt;Your Beauty lies&lt;br /&gt;in Sadness. Lonely, depressed and feeling broken.&lt;br&gt;For whatever reason, you see&lt;br /&gt;this world only for the bad that it holds carrying&lt;br&gt;the burdens of yourself and&lt;br /&gt;others. Some people like to be with you and your&lt;br&gt;unique vantage point when they&lt;br /&gt;are down, you are someone who can sympathize with&lt;br&gt;them. But you find yourself&lt;br /&gt;alone again when they seem to find a solution and&lt;br&gt;are happy again, yet you still&lt;br /&gt;are stuck in this rut. Do not worry, you will make&lt;br&gt;it out at some time. Everyone&lt;br /&gt;does, if you try. When you are seen all others want&lt;br&gt;to do is make your pain go&lt;br /&gt;away, but that is something only you can do. You&lt;br&gt;probably keep to yourself a lot&lt;br /&gt;and don't like to let people in, afraid to be hurt&lt;br&gt;again. You feel empty and&lt;br /&gt;helpless and your looks reflect that, often seen&lt;br&gt;with tears in your eyes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some Things&lt;br /&gt;That Represent You:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Element:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark, Earth &lt;b&gt;Animal:&lt;/b&gt; Robin &lt;b&gt;Color:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Grays, Blacks, Dark&lt;br /&gt;Colors &lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; Tourniquet by Evanescence&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Expression:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tearful Frown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gemstone:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquamarine &lt;b&gt;Mythological Creature:&lt;/b&gt; Spirit,&lt;br&gt;Gargoyle &lt;b&gt;Planet:&lt;/b&gt; Mercury &lt;b&gt;Hair&lt;br&gt;Color:&lt;/b&gt; Blue-Black &lt;b&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gray&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am I too lost to be saved?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Jai16/quizzes/Where%20Does%20Your%20Beauty%20Lie%3F%20..%3A%3AOriginal%20Pictures%20Are%20Back!%20Detailed%20Results%3A%3A../"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Where Does Your Beauty Lie? ..::Original Pictures Are Back! Detailed Results::..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks val. thanks khan. i feel a little better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019398-110588193827025174?l=bloodriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110588193827025174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019398/posts/default/110588193827025174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodriot.blogspot.com/2005/01/depressed-listening-to-shimokawa.html' title=''/><author><name>corinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062509587244803463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
