tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41621810174844522332024-02-18T21:34:36.064-05:00Kawaii Yaoiyaoi and kawaiiYaoi Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758789287224071246noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162181017484452233.post-67870992058064560082013-06-01T22:16:00.002-04:002013-06-01T22:16:58.996-04:00Yaoi...I have yaoi in my life. My happiness is simple.<br />
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<br />Yaoi Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758789287224071246noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162181017484452233.post-25926539831427121692012-12-31T20:58:00.001-05:002012-12-31T21:21:19.586-05:002013!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So...2012 is pretty much over and while the year started off on a bad note, it had its good times--new beginnings. I can't say I'll miss 2012 but I can wave goodbye to it without ever looking back. I'm stronger than I ever was that's for sure. At the start of 2012, I was under a lot of stress because I almost had to attend court as a witness of a fight between my mom and my dad. I quit my job which was stupid and I was in a lot of debt. I was depressed almost every day. Then there was the cyber bullying backstabbing that hurt somewhat because I was already depressed and clingy. It was ridiculous. I was ridiculous. So if 2012 has taught me anything at all, it would be no matter how tough times are, it depends on how you handle it, which will determine how you'll get out if it and the people that matter the most are the people who help you through those tough times no matter how ridiculous you are. They don't have to be blood related to be family. Family is the people that have stayed by your side no matter how immature or ignorant you are. Those people matter. Lastly, you never really get over people or--anything. You only move on, but the joyous memories will never fade, so you learn to live without them but no one ever moves on really, you just get over it. Time heals even the worst situations, so never give up. I welcome 2013 and no matter what it's my mission to make this the beginning of the best year ever! <br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); color: black; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"></span>Yaoi Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758789287224071246noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162181017484452233.post-56152127290985291562012-05-07T20:30:00.002-04:002012-05-07T20:41:12.418-04:00Update...It has been a long time since I lasted blogged...but that is good and bad. I am stressed. I am always stressed. The weather sucks. So rainy. I want summer now. I have so many bills to pay, so I'm looking for a job. I don't want a shitty cashiering job, I wanna be a tutor. It's hard to explain because I'm fed up with all that shitty work making little pay. I wanna start on my career already. I want to teach. I am willing to teach anything but I am a little too dumb. I have an interview for a tutoring position tomorrow, I hope it goes well. I am worried about some other things and my home life has become much better. Can't wait to get some money to buy yaoi manga, clothes and stuff. Any suggestions for yaoi mangas I should buy? I did really poorly in my math class, so I'm worried that I failed it, but if I failed it, I might get kicked out of school...so...I'm worried but whatever happens, happens. Next time I'll post more stuff on more positive topics, like this book I'm going to buy on Natural Living and how positive thinking/ meditation has improved my life. Also, I might be studying in Japan next Spring. Wish me luck! I need help with time management.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-7P773kgfjjKVAVwP7Prao85yec40jk9-xATIzSTXXpL-_i9-Y3OnKEAy1itFEg8hqLUk5hjaYVOYgDB3bUOGBWN3rauLIoaE72HkTUZuoLge9i8fjfEpT-d5yNUBUptxao02HkVUxSg/s1600/rilakkuma+eating.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-7P773kgfjjKVAVwP7Prao85yec40jk9-xATIzSTXXpL-_i9-Y3OnKEAy1itFEg8hqLUk5hjaYVOYgDB3bUOGBWN3rauLIoaE72HkTUZuoLge9i8fjfEpT-d5yNUBUptxao02HkVUxSg/s320/rilakkuma+eating.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Yaoi Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758789287224071246noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162181017484452233.post-83148729833403141932012-03-09T18:41:00.005-05:002012-03-09T19:29:00.780-05:00Umm...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcvur-clFDoIh_RKyvSxf3panFPqqY5o1k7IRkb8toL1Vb3UTqS-MKqM2MH9q2dhXA_wnsOEWh_CkDbfKJBXLrKH17CQmRZoGe4i0V5ICN6T_zxuxQ_YahyrJ53Vm06IDj12jMcewCeFw/s1600/kogepan.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcvur-clFDoIh_RKyvSxf3panFPqqY5o1k7IRkb8toL1Vb3UTqS-MKqM2MH9q2dhXA_wnsOEWh_CkDbfKJBXLrKH17CQmRZoGe4i0V5ICN6T_zxuxQ_YahyrJ53Vm06IDj12jMcewCeFw/s320/kogepan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718057488215818866" border="0" /></a>I'm an avid reader and I really enjoy cute stories and romantic stories but the closest genre to my heart is drama. Stories with the drama element always pull me in. I can't say it entertains me but I think maybe in my subconscious I have a sadness that lingers within everything I do. I don't want to believe that I have any bipolar disorder or mental disorders but I'm always sad. Films like Sapphire's Precious and things like that, I can always adopt some sort of inspiration. <div><br /></div><div>Before I start to sound like some crazy Marquis de Sade, I wanna say although bdsm is sexy like Tori Maia's Hoshi no Yakata but that's not what I'm saying. I don't get a charge out of watching others in pain but instead I feel empathy and take an emotion away from the work. Like I benefit from feeling sad after reading sad work. I wanna say drama helps inspire me like in a way it makes me feel less sad like I have no reason to be sad because there are people experiencing worse problems and feelings than anything I have gone through.</div><div><br /></div><div>Not much more to say on this topic except most of the time I am sad. I am just sad and nothing will change that. But I like to indulge in yaoi romance/ drama manga, so I've been into Toko Kawai's work like Cut. It was so good but a little painful. I don't like happy endings. I like sad endings like the ending of My Sexual Harasment. We know Junya has gone crazy and he'll always be Honma's sex slave. Also bitterly sad endings like Jim Grimsley's Dream boy. But yeah, I guess sad works makes me thankful and shines a little light on my sadness.</div>Yaoi Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758789287224071246noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162181017484452233.post-14631499239398189862012-02-22T16:03:00.008-05:002012-02-22T16:51:10.044-05:00The Story So FarThe new semester started a little while ago and all ready time is moving so quickly. After passing last semester without a problem, I've become too careless and I signed up for some really hard classes. Oh no! One is a math class that is driving me crazy and the other is an American history class focused on Native Americans. It's extremely difficult. And to make matter worse, there is cute guy in my class named Brendan. We've known each other before class but our relationship isn't that close, so he ignores my existence in class although I have occasionally caught him staring at me. I'm too shy to approach him. Curse my shyness. grrr. But that's just the least of my problems. <div><br /></div><div>There is another guy in my class that talked about me while I was talking in front of the class. He whispered I was "stupid" and "pathetic". My friend in class overheard and told me all about it. I became enraged. So, out of anger I retaliated by quietly confronting the guy. I couldn't confront the guy in class because I didn't want Brendan to see that ugly side of me.<div><div><br /></div><div>The guy quickly denied all allegations but the guilty smile that flashed on his face was enough proof for me. I think he denied it because he wanted to avoid fighting. Don't talk shit if you can't fight with your fists! So, then I decided to stop handling the situation in a nice way and instead my friend and I talked badly about the guy right behind him! I know right, I'm really a bold person when anger takes control over me. He over heard it but ignored it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ever since then I haven't heard anything about him talking about me badly, but I keep running into the guy everywhere on campus unintentionally. Omg! It's so awkward. He probably thinks I'm a crazy nut that's stalking him or something. He always gives me a funny look. I'm not sure what it means. I pretend as if I don't notice the guy when I see him but still I feel awkward. The other day the guy was with his friend and I heard him whisper "that's the guy". He really is a bad whisperer. His friend shot a quick glance at me but nothing has become of that situation. And the other day in class I wanted to sit next to Brendan without it seeming obvious that I really like him, I didn't notice but the guy that talked badly about me happened to be in the next seat over from the seat I chose. And since it isn't a spot where I normally sit, it made it seem like I was trying to bother that guy by sitting next to him, so he gave me a dirty look. I hate miscommunications. </div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq59OGaZpBXeB6C0_A42lK-f9ei2-lv6xFpNOLRlqXRh3JGlnXpAU9Ex3izdRGA0cxAUe5H-KalvS8Tx7DhSZZKCJFNQkSsoCruY_4vfIHtrsgIUXNgbO3N6Di6f4yW21d27cD0g178tE/s320/Dear-Daniel-HKO-Icon-sanrio-8284509-184-184.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712079504908057122" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 184px; " /></div></div><div><br /></div><div>So the next class, the guy was absent and the seats near Brendan were all full. I hate my life. The <span style="font-size: 100%; ">class after that I ditched because I had other important things I wanted to do, so I'm sure that </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">guy was relieved. lolz. But now this upcoming class I plan on asking Brendan if I can borrow his notes since I missed a class. Hopefully this could turn into something more like FRIENDSHIP or something ;</span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">)</span></div></div></div>Yaoi Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758789287224071246noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162181017484452233.post-44703549330853550202012-01-28T12:31:00.006-05:002012-01-28T16:11:32.023-05:00Meh.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left; ">Easing back into my daily routine is difficult. I am not exactly aware of why it's difficult but recently, school started again and even though I had a month of vacation, I can't seem to get a grip on my studies. There aren't any cute guys in my classes to take my mind off of the miserable lecture. My classes are so boring but I can't complain because school is always boring. Bleh. But also, I no longer have a job and in all honesty, I'm not looking for a job at the moment. I have no money and a long list of things to buy. And that may seem like a horrible situation but it's better than cashiering at a dead-end job, so in that reality, I am happy.</span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaCzRLl5OapfZz3PlLAJw1ANV06HIfqGkbrqAOCu5J2_KD_5u1WY-56Lq1SWnpsshzxwMspOGrsYsK9bvH7LxdbRf9zj8hlap1TTLI2-JC-S-qGpN0VskEFID7rVUyJTwgzhELirLTReY/s200/miffys.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702793344133369554" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 200px; " /><div><div><br /></div><div>Right now, I can't say much about the way I feel. I know I've had some ups and downs. I'm okay now...I think. At least I hope I will be okay. No mood-swings or mind-crushing depressive attacks. I am not crazy. Sometimes I'm a little lost but I think I found my way. Also, I'm excited to watch the remake of the Ai no Kusabi OVA. I'll watch it tonight.</div><div> I have developed a coffee addiction..<br /><br />.</div></div>Yaoi Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758789287224071246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162181017484452233.post-81607494586696617522012-01-10T06:18:00.005-05:002012-01-10T06:31:17.817-05:002012<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFrRPf82_pruMC77Syh5UQd9fZ73Rn2UOqlkkx8HIMjQOoL_f5f6bbgC88ReDwwv-iGn5K5RURKkScCiL9BUqOknad2yP1-45ColyIe1_jNmRk4p7ofao_KElbdMN6M8gIahEGU9W9IS0/s1600/1037256145_MWVCHAXFYENEALB.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFrRPf82_pruMC77Syh5UQd9fZ73Rn2UOqlkkx8HIMjQOoL_f5f6bbgC88ReDwwv-iGn5K5RURKkScCiL9BUqOknad2yP1-45ColyIe1_jNmRk4p7ofao_KElbdMN6M8gIahEGU9W9IS0/s320/1037256145_MWVCHAXFYENEALB.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695964285980328450" /></a>It's only January and I'm battling intense stress. Welcome 2012. This was intended to be a short post, so I'm done. Oh yeah, Sekaiichi Hatsukoi season 2 was amazing. My favorite character changed. A little while ago I thought Ritsu & Takano were the best but now I really prefer Chiaki even though I never liked Hatori. Is that possible? The complexity of my decision is too long to discuss right now, but strangely enough Chiaki gives me inspiration or something. Who's your favorite character or pairing?Yaoi Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758789287224071246noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162181017484452233.post-14343668226461522112011-09-28T13:07:00.004-04:002011-09-28T13:26:00.283-04:00Sekaiichi Hatsukoi OVA 2<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8kGVQ7b0qp9NnG2p5Gh-ZDhvl9G3TicZz9StK-DAqltex5yc8UQZKFRMAJyAjY7wMqFzh-sJED5dZCHzlH_glN6oaFCKeLGcFPbEfpkw0yP93bYrEbxEsd5Gj6CHfn9VTxEF-X7x2TaA/s1600/sekai.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8kGVQ7b0qp9NnG2p5Gh-ZDhvl9G3TicZz9StK-DAqltex5yc8UQZKFRMAJyAjY7wMqFzh-sJED5dZCHzlH_glN6oaFCKeLGcFPbEfpkw0yP93bYrEbxEsd5Gj6CHfn9VTxEF-X7x2TaA/s320/sekai.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657462852452710562" /></a>It was so cute. Omg. The OVA follows Chiaki and Hatori's relationship. I wish there were more kissing scenes. Bummer. But its cute and we get to see how intimate they are since after all they were childhood friends. But Chiaki receives a phone call from his mother, forcing him to visit home. He brings Hatori to his home. They see his pushy mother and shy sister. They face the typical yaoi/ boyslove couple real life problem: how can the only son tell his parents that he's dating his childhood friend? Chiaki is then conflicted with the thought that his sister would be best for Hatori because she is a girl and his mother will appreciate it more if he also had a girlfriend. And then I got this random thought: Chiaki and his sister look very similar just like Wataru and Karin Fujii from OTRFK. Just a random thought, but it reminded me of that; w/e. But anyways, Chiaki is jealous which is so cute lolz :3 And then, so sweet, Hatori kisses him! eek! The end is the cutest when Hatori questions Chiaki's decision to drop the character that resembles Hatori and Chiaki replies b/c he doesn't like drawing the heroine in scenes with the character based off his lover. lolz those aren't his exact words but still it was cute lolz XD Can't wait for season 2 of Sekaiichi Hatsukoi.Yaoi Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758789287224071246noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162181017484452233.post-34491713145203843532011-09-26T13:59:00.004-04:002011-09-26T14:13:11.225-04:00Lumpy Arms :'(<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqL66P1GhZ97sle1gftpld2wK3tbVUJGS4VLeABryzr7pQ_Ih85DL-Z1M3Ts1rQq9DXkWIsIRsoOZv8EegWUHGuUmj-X2hAK5tpA2jLmdzIjtxa8uAmDJPoAVQNBwqTL_kFYSt8zJ2x7Y/s1600/41loTg14CIL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqL66P1GhZ97sle1gftpld2wK3tbVUJGS4VLeABryzr7pQ_Ih85DL-Z1M3Ts1rQq9DXkWIsIRsoOZv8EegWUHGuUmj-X2hAK5tpA2jLmdzIjtxa8uAmDJPoAVQNBwqTL_kFYSt8zJ2x7Y/s320/41loTg14CIL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656732603883848098" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";color:black;background:white">The first time I tried Yardley of London oatmeal and almond, I was in an I’ll-try-anything-once mood: a Hollister shirt hugging my figure with a mane of sunshine blonde hair and tight denim cuffed above my ankles. The packaging of the soap bar was tempting. The soap was like a loveletter sprayed w/ perfume. It had attracted the attention of so many resulting in Yardley’s legendary reputation. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";color:black;background:white">Yardley started in 1770 as a limited British cosmetic line before its successful products became global. My skin was dry and sensitive, so I when a product worked, I used it for life. Burt’s Bees was always a god send for me too. The soap carried a luxurious scent and my body wore a coat of suds. Its rich lather was impressive for its price. My skin rivaled silk after every use. Yardley was my new beauty addiction. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";color:black;background:white">A year of use had passed and the soap never lost its charm. I used it in my daily routine until I noticed a difference. A bad difference. My arms. My arms were suffering. The forearm was covered in little whiteheads. I panicked. I was a pickle. It resembled a Nestle crunch bar. No itching or burning just ugliness. I didn't accuse Yardley. My new beauty gem couldn't be letting me down. I googled the condition. No luck on a cure. I tried a Neutrogena astringent. Nothing. I tried a moisturizer. I even prayed. My pickle arms remained. I couldn't live with lumpy skin. And finally my mom suggested life without Yardley. It was a struggle….but I was desperate. I kicked the habit with a solution. Dove.</span></span></p>Yaoi Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758789287224071246noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162181017484452233.post-25305750739003928452011-08-05T03:03:00.005-04:002011-08-05T19:06:50.886-04:00What Have I learned?<span class="Apple-style-span">Now this is very difficult for me to talk about b/c its about my family and well, family issues are just so extremely difficult for me to talk about--blog about anything. My family has money problems. I </span>don't <span class="Apple-style-span"> but the rest of my family does. For example: I buy everything name brand, have</span><span class="Apple-style-span"> an android phone and I buy anything I want. I have a job and I always thought that isn't the reason people get jobs is so they can buy themselves stuff and pay their own bills. I like shopping. My family on the other hand, try to hold on to every penny and watch over how much I'm spending, hoping that the money I don't spend can be spent on them. Crazy, huh? I'm called selfish by my family because I go to work to make money and use the money on stuff i want. And they complain that I buy useless expensive things but still that's not their concern. Its my money, I can do whatever I want with it. My sibling is unemployed and has this belief that I'm lazy and my job isn't hard work for my money. My job may not be extremely hard but I take a lot of shit from customers and I don't even make that much money. I go to work and I write short stories and stuff while my sibling lays in bed all day--doing nothing. <div><br /></div><div>And my sibling asks me to buy chips and soda and candy but doesn't wanna pay me back because he's unemployed. What kind of bullshit is that? Especially when he offered to pay me back and now he's saying I shouldn't accept the money that he pays me bac</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNS-G8R5OTPhTzuoxkNivcVA3q4PtkxaFK0l1Ua_2EBoCDy9E_3YU3mO5lsmQUaFWbTOgx6rn7zYZNwkOW9rTPwuCyx5ziI0k2Syy3rVgUxD0nMolh6NvXGvOIVVHsP27RXc4G0QlKJnE/s320/hello_kitty_summer_kitty.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 250px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637272932169569874" />k with. My response to that is then don't ask for snacks you can't fucking afford. And now my sibling feels that I should buy him a $60 dollar item. Just because I have a job doesn't mean I'm loaded w/ cash but to my family, if you're working a job then your money should be spent on them. But when my sibling had a job making way more than I've ever made we're talking $600 bi -weekly.I didn't get nothing for no $60. And for xmas which is also my birthday, my sibling bought 2 video games systems a Wii and PS3. My </div><div>sibling didn't even buy me a gift for xmas/b-day. Just b/c I have job doesn't mean anyone deserves a cent of my money. They say I but only stuff for myself--expensive useless stuff. That's just the stupidest shit I ever heard because I could easily say the same thing about the stuff they buy. And my sibling buys expensive $160 shoes and shirts and stuff. With that money my sibling should have bought the wanted $60 item. 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0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin-top:0in; mso-para-margin-right:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; mso-para-margin-left:0in; line-height:115%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">People come and go</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Even when you want them to stay</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Because when they go</p> <p class="MsoNormal">You miss them</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But sometimes its better if they go</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And you stay</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Because people go their separate ways</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Even when you want to leave on good terms</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sometimes it’s the bad terms that make them go</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And hard to make them stay </p> <p class="MsoNormal">When they want you to go</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Because you want them to stay and go.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But one can only go or stay</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So I will go </p> <p class="MsoNormal">So you can stay the same great person you’ve always been.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p>Yaoi Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758789287224071246noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162181017484452233.post-7477056619884619032011-07-28T12:41:00.004-04:002011-07-28T13:42:58.161-04:00Relaxing Or Painful!?This is silly but very painful. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Im</span> glad its not <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">severe</span> b/c I know I will be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ok</span> or at least I hope I'll be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ok</span>. I'm in so much pain right now. Sitting here typing is kinda painful b/c I can't turn my head, I have to turn my body. I woke up this morning and stretched in a funny way and instantly my neck like snapped. So yeah my neck is in so much pain that I can't turn my head. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_ZcfSX7r25eKfZjiDIHt5ZJ9YYcj_TBPtgho_iV9xOxL_EoRC0T2_p5mGMeC3gruE2xcEEc7HEp_LZfTvILDTsvcjuaQKLU9vsAWRr6xZzbxv5UbQCE34he2K-f2PLhMhbNhF9W3QU4/s1600/pe.gif"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_ZcfSX7r25eKfZjiDIHt5ZJ9YYcj_TBPtgho_iV9xOxL_EoRC0T2_p5mGMeC3gruE2xcEEc7HEp_LZfTvILDTsvcjuaQKLU9vsAWRr6xZzbxv5UbQCE34he2K-f2PLhMhbNhF9W3QU4/s320/pe.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634458274931920306" border="0" /></a>Took a hot shower and right now my neck isn't as awful as earlier still very painful and my head is cocked to the right. Trying to relaxing & not think about the pain, I downloaded Body Language by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Aki</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Morimoto</span> on my kindle app for android. It's a pretty good <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">yaoi</span> novel. Second time reading it. If you haven't read it, I'm probably gonna do a review on it maybe...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">xxxooox</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">au</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">revoir</span> & <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">hopefully</span> I'll feel better soon. :'(Yaoi Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758789287224071246noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162181017484452233.post-64559372221311267082011-07-08T18:26:00.007-04:002011-07-08T19:12:41.717-04:00More Pain ;___;So, I was at the nail salon, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">funn</span> fun <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ikr</span>, and I decided to try gel nails b/c I've had acrylic nails before and I liked them but I encountered an old lady that recommended I should get gel nails. So why not give it a try, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">n'est</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ce</span> pas? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">lolz</span>. Anyways, I went to the salon and was seated at a little table. Very cute, petite woman helped me. She was so polite and gentle--she was amazing! Not to get off topic but when I went a different nail salon <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">abt</span> a year ago, this wild, rough man did my nails. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Omg</span>, he was so intimidating--like staring directly into my eyes w/o blinking as he sawed my hands off and twisted my wrist while constantly yelling, "RELAX!" in my face. And I couldn't complain to the owner b/c he was the owner. Scary.<br /><br />So, yeah, my first time getting gel nails. All the reviews I read <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">abt</span> them were fairly good. I was sitting there and the lady was talking to me. I could barely understand anything she said. She was like talking to herself b/c I only laughed when she laughed. It was awkward. I started zoning out, watching General Hospital b/c that was on this giant <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">tv</span> in front of me. I looked at her and she said (what i heard) something, something, ow ow ow, but burning don't last long." I smiled and was like, "Oh <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">ok</span>." I went back to watching General Hospital as she guided my hand into a machine that looked like an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">easybake</span> oven/ toaster thing. My hand was resting inside this thing. The lady turned on a little fan. She said, "this will take away pain," and smiled.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Igoe4VqivzAJveeNr9wG_fjdFCfub1M35mKuzieZYiXpKtswM3DR671O35O213OTFsUluojLfgbXBersscAWQzXpCki606Qsw5O5JYGlJpDuYqEdd_U2T6p3IML9lKIWKtP6_Y7Bc-o/s1600/peach.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Igoe4VqivzAJveeNr9wG_fjdFCfub1M35mKuzieZYiXpKtswM3DR671O35O213OTFsUluojLfgbXBersscAWQzXpCki606Qsw5O5JYGlJpDuYqEdd_U2T6p3IML9lKIWKtP6_Y7Bc-o/s320/peach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627123230637042498" border="0" /></a><br />Before I could even smile back, my hand--my nails felt like it was on fire! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Tbh</span>, it felt like hot candle wax had been dumped on my finger. Imagine a hot glue gun pressed on tender flesh. I howled. She laughed. The worst part: that was just the burning of one finger. I had 9 more to go. :( The end results were kinda worth it. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Idk</span>. For any of u virgin gel nail fingers, be prepared to scream. Hot candle wax is so not sexy to me anymore, though, I'd still like to see an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">uke</span> tortured w/ hot candle wax dripping down his chest, but yeah. It hurt. Pretty much paid for pain. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">lolz</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">xxoxoxo</span>Yaoi Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758789287224071246noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162181017484452233.post-60931508690287393772011-07-08T04:58:00.004-04:002011-07-08T05:18:03.479-04:00A Whole Lot of Pain :'(Im in pain. Not a lot of pain but enough pain that when I move, I'm reminded of what happened. I'm kinda embarrassed too. I was trying to prove to my sibling that going outside at night is not scary. And I dashed outside screaming and leaping--Im pretty much beyond crazy >.> & I was screaming a song I heard Peter Griffin sing in Family Guy, it was like: ding fries are done, ding fries are done or something like that. And I was wearing ugg boots even though it's summer and as I ran, I did a long leap, kicking both my legs out as if I was doing ballet. So the first leap was successful but the second one--err...not so much. I slipped on the wet grass and fell forward and landed face first in the middle <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHAyJgoTyT7UbkUWDwkOQP7vZv5d514T5ByTReMPusZ_J9KiIv7Yb_tIPicBUUEOwjHDdhBGlw8G261n_5B_CbW5f4_lgi_WLHHksVa9AskwYHVHTZ3ouTFNg_PlKftBqCOj8FUYHIXg8/s1600/afro.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 204px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHAyJgoTyT7UbkUWDwkOQP7vZv5d514T5ByTReMPusZ_J9KiIv7Yb_tIPicBUUEOwjHDdhBGlw8G261n_5B_CbW5f4_lgi_WLHHksVa9AskwYHVHTZ3ouTFNg_PlKftBqCOj8FUYHIXg8/s320/afro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626907313296489890" border="0" /></a>of the empty street. My hands had slapped against the ground so hard, I heard this awful slapping noise. I twisted my left wrist and I scraped my knee and hurt my ankle. :'( The palms of my hands had little cuts on them that bleed a little. And instead of helping me, my sibling was laughing at me. I was on the GROUND, literally in a daze--trying to figure out why one minute I'm running and now I'm kissing the ground. Like wtf? O__O and then I slowly got up and limped to the front door. Ow ow ow! My hands still hurt. DXYaoi Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758789287224071246noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162181017484452233.post-42825275595368330902011-07-06T15:48:00.004-04:002011-07-06T16:17:33.723-04:00Important stuff D:Hmm...I've been thinking abt a lot lately. Like moving out, writing, working & some junk. I feel inspired again! ^o^ isn't that great?! I feel inspired to write more fanfiction, orig. fiction and even a couple articles for magazines. Abt a month ago, the blinking cursor that used inspire me, only haunted me but now, I'm in love with filling the blank page w/ words again. Im excited. I want to write men fucking and sucking and spanking and kissing--NAKED MEN IN BED! tbh, Im not sure what pairing I wanna write abt. Any suggestions? O__O All is good in the writing dept. lolz :D<br /><br />But on to other things. My mom DOESN'T like me writing smut. She calls it garbage. :'( With all honesty, I dont give a fuck what she says or thinks abt yaoi or smut or me writing yaoi smut. :p I wanna move out, not just b/c my mom doesn't like smut but b/c of the abuse done by mom and dad. I blogged abt some of the secret abuse in an earlier post. Don't wanna upset myself by writing abt it now. Srry. So, yeah, I'm moving out and I'm trying to form a move out plan. My parents are no help, so I've been talking to friends and stuff, but still Idk. My plan was to save up some money, I can't get a scend job b/c of school, so I was trying to sell stuff on ebay. I don't just want the money for the ebay stuff, but also, I want to get rid of some t<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR1cLT0bnoKF1ENp9Fg8mM4tQcHn2p3Fbc6KwyUqxwZ4-luHw1SSTKJoPgd4ydmMFIyrSE9z5n48yZq7D8vV0LbA-rt7DuWROhyYa49ztegyiHArZOnXmWIMyY8v34A5olg2vjJl_PXxw/s1600/rilakkuma.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 167px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR1cLT0bnoKF1ENp9Fg8mM4tQcHn2p3Fbc6KwyUqxwZ4-luHw1SSTKJoPgd4ydmMFIyrSE9z5n48yZq7D8vV0LbA-rt7DuWROhyYa49ztegyiHArZOnXmWIMyY8v34A5olg2vjJl_PXxw/s200/rilakkuma.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626332840403561762" border="0" /></a>hings so moving out will be a little easier. I've been donating clothes and stuff--it's all name brand so some lucky kid will be sporting free Armani and stuff lolz XD Overall, I'm trying to pay off my bills b/c I have serval maxed out credit cards and blah blah loans--blah blah blah. =__= but I keep spending more than I save. Now that my paycheck is direct deposit, I spend it so quickly, its ridiculous. In other words, ehow is practically my lifesaver although it can't solve all problems...or maybe it can ;D but yeah, suggestions/ a little help or tips on moving out would be nice. xxoxoxx :3Yaoi Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758789287224071246noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162181017484452233.post-1502822410696915322011-06-15T04:48:00.006-04:002011-06-15T05:55:25.055-04:00Me, Me & More Me...?It's blue outside right now...like almost 5am and I haven't slept. I've been thinking. Yes. All night. Not having sex but thinking all night. I was just thinking about my family. I live with them but they're just so crazy...ok maybe not crazy but abusive. And I'm not blaming them for all my problems but they have caused a lot of problems for me. I'm only 20 years old, so maybe there are things I don't understand, but I can't live with my parents anymore. I just can't. I can't take the abuse and even though my mom doesn't hit me or anything, I think she's still a part of the abuse. My dad is abusive physically and mentally. He attacks everyone in my family. The police have come to my house so much that they threatened to no longer come because they believe the family just needs a little counseling. Well it's more than a little counseling can fix. The police are useless. They do nothing. I tried to press charges against my dad for attacking me and for some reason that angered the police and suddenly they wanted to arrest me. Cops are useless biased pigs. I guess what I'm trying to say is that my dad has been attacking me--vicious fights because I don't hesitate to defend myself and my mom gets mad at me for calling the police to protect myself or for defending myself. She tells me not to tell anyone. She talks about kicking me out of the house or punishing me for defending myself.<br /><br />My dad and I have had many fights. He is a lazy greedy abusive bastard. My parents always complain about money. They say they have monstrous bills but not one of them gets a second job to pay anything. No matter how much money they get it's never enough. My dad constantly wastes money on the lottery, beer and cigarettes and I don't even know what else. And my mom won't buy anything. She feels guilty even buying food for the family and she stopped doing everything. She doesn't cook, clean but she works a 9-5 job and then comes home every night and just watches netflix. When she does go food shopping it's only $20 worth of food. And when the microwave broke, my parents picked up a microwave they found on the side of the road. bleh. I hate my parents because they're ridiculous. She makes more than $15 usd an hour and she can't BUY a microwave?! WTF! But this is off topic.<br /><br />My dad attacked me a couple weeks ago. The police were called. I got hurt. They took him away. He came back and everyone wants to act like nothing happened. I'm not over it. Everyone is talking to him and stuff. I'm upset. I'm still mad. The police threatened to arrest me even though it was self defensive. I was the victim. But because my mom, who was mad at me for calling the police even through my father was throwing me around the house as if I were a teddy bear, told the cops I attacked my father and that he was defending himself from me. Isn't that ridiculous? If I were to get arrested, then that could cause me to lose financial aid for college and if I actually went to jail I could lose my job. My mom is just so stupid. I hate her. I hate both my parents. My mom is fucking crazy. She lets my dad abuse her and every night they run to me or my sibling to call the police. I just hate her. My mom told me she was gonna get a divorce from my father when I turned 18 years old. Well, I'm fucking 20 years old now! She's always looking for excuses. I hate this bitch so fucking much. She's always trying to scare me about moving out and traveling. I'm just so sick of this bitch. She always has something negative to say--always shooting down my ideas and saying I'm crazy. This bitch is whacked. She even discouraged me as a homoerotic author. That's what I like to write so deal with it bitch. I'm not changing for her.<br /><br />But still, why is everyone acting like my dad's abuse is ok? Nothing changes. I'm fucking sick of it. SICK OF IT!!! I promised myself I wouldn't blog about this, but oh well. I like only putting interesting things on my blog not this stupid family shit. But yeah, I can't live with my parents. They're just too crazy and abusive. But I honestly think that because of my family issues being kept a secret for more than 10 years, I learned how to shut everyone out. It's kinda difficult to understand but I can be a social person but simultaneously, I don't know how to open up to ppl about my true likes--the real me. I've never told anyone that I like yaoi or that I'm an author. I don't say anything I care about to people. And most people think I'm this amazing angelic person. I'm always smiling, handing out compliments, I never stand up for w<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4C7v1Wa9i1V2vDvr_GAxTCX16bSuc8mwhRv-BWskbW7A2lSgqNX9ujoi_p910eBmA9_EdJxvWZF7k74ePwDeLtgB7k0qXr0KM6VhiHeuC2Uf5288Zo5iNwg0JXqDRV1f8757-IFLkFjc/s1600/kogepan1.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4C7v1Wa9i1V2vDvr_GAxTCX16bSuc8mwhRv-BWskbW7A2lSgqNX9ujoi_p910eBmA9_EdJxvWZF7k74ePwDeLtgB7k0qXr0KM6VhiHeuC2Uf5288Zo5iNwg0JXqDRV1f8757-IFLkFjc/s320/kogepan1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618382699594938498" border="0" /></a>hat I believe in, I don't argue--I'm just this submissive docile happy person to everyone outside of my family. My family are the only people that have seen the true lazy person I am. But Idk, maybe I'm really shy? But I also think that my family troubles are always on my mind because that is what I come home to almost every night, so it bothers me but I can't tell anyone and I don't wanna tell anyone because it might ruin my perfect reputation, my mom will be extremely mad and everyone thinks my dad is this amazing handy man. Something has to be done. This post can't even describe the craziness of my mom. And I haven't slept at all tonight but had to get it off my chest. Goodnight my loves xxoxoxxx ;DYaoi Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758789287224071246noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162181017484452233.post-74722681091108650312011-06-08T21:56:00.006-04:002011-06-09T05:59:24.774-04:00Beautiful LighteningTo me, lightening is so beautiful. I love watching it streak through the ash black sky. It's just so wonderful--the noise of the heavy rain plunging to the ground and the thunder cracking the sky like a whip. It's sexy. I would like to have sex in the wet grass on a stormy romantic night...or tie an innocent uke (or twink) to a tree and smack his asscheeks w/ a belt and maybe shove a cock like twig up his ass--I'm cruel. I wouldn't let him cum. HA! That's a little off topic--my perverted mind wandering--la la.<br /><br />More importantly, I didn't know my friends were afraid of lightening. I was w/ my friend and suddenly the sky turned black--so black it looked like the world was coming to an end srsly. I was not scared. I just kept walking. And suddenly, this loud cracking thunder like a lion's roar echoes through the air. My friend started screaming. I was like "calm down." And then the lightening filled the sky.<br /><br />Constant streaks of purple--looked just like lightening in the movies. My friend was now running and screaming. I was still not scared. It was just lightening. I understand ppl die from being hit by lightening but still I just wasn't scared. So, the lightening was still striking and my friend was screaming "We're in an open area. we're gonna die. I don't wanna die." My friend was literally almost in tears. And the police saw my friend running & screaming like a crazy person. They pull over and stop us. My friend ran into their car like an idiot, slamming against the car and fell down. The police got out of the car and my friend was hysterical. I was so embarrassed. They checked my friend for alcohol b/c they think my friend was obviously drunk or fucking crazy. And they gave us a ride home. So fucking embarrassing. Bleh. =__= Pika pika pikachuuuuuuuuuuuu.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgelXmypM1a2WkhI-7CybgNTX8I6jBmJEmUAW2diWxhmG3TStL9O0_L6jOsHtHnqw6jim9pn3ulxMxHazoIfXO0OKmCnvULX-7O5FeEC0GEDdlDc0UaQ5TWWow9uuWdZPVqftorQBVn1SA/s1600/Pikachu-pikachu-356505_650_401.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgelXmypM1a2WkhI-7CybgNTX8I6jBmJEmUAW2diWxhmG3TStL9O0_L6jOsHtHnqw6jim9pn3ulxMxHazoIfXO0OKmCnvULX-7O5FeEC0GEDdlDc0UaQ5TWWow9uuWdZPVqftorQBVn1SA/s320/Pikachu-pikachu-356505_650_401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616038238499529010" border="0" /></a>Yaoi Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758789287224071246noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162181017484452233.post-52788594943971598102011-06-04T13:30:00.008-04:002011-06-05T00:47:35.363-04:00Sekaiichi Hatsukoi, Junjou Romantica & My Thoughts<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWJEL-BHYGkdW451n8Z31pwsk7pxjHaGmOas4RdqYH6_xtfltQHlZSt2kuoH-VOBJtF8epTizKX9YxsollJD8KdtOl_r_ulZvBhdh_atZua-EV42f2bUbpSTgXgdJvFRvaD_vpJVaTar0/s1600/psekaiichi_hatsukoi_v02_ch03_pg068.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWJEL-BHYGkdW451n8Z31pwsk7pxjHaGmOas4RdqYH6_xtfltQHlZSt2kuoH-VOBJtF8epTizKX9YxsollJD8KdtOl_r_ulZvBhdh_atZua-EV42f2bUbpSTgXgdJvFRvaD_vpJVaTar0/s320/psekaiichi_hatsukoi_v02_ch03_pg068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614420841606422530" /></a><br />Awww I love Sekaiichi Hatsukoi. I love Junjou Romantica a lot too. I always remember how far Shungiku Nakamura-sensei has come. I remember when I was in I think it was 8th grade--Junoir high school and I stayed home sick from school, of course I wasn't really sick. HA! But I begged my dad for $13 USD and he was like, "Why do u always want 13 dollars? That's such a weird amount." And I would just giggle. Little did he know it was because Digital Manga titles were $12.95 at the time. And I was so excited when I rushed into Borders' manga section, scouting out yaoi titles. I was so happy. And there it was, sitting between two non-yaoi titles was Hybrid Child. Do you remember Hybrid Child?! It was the first manga I ever read by Shungiku Nakamura. I loved that manga. Robotic Ukes being kissed and cuddled by their seme masters. It was just the cutest thing. Of course, now, I can't remember what my favorite story was in the manga but it's really cute. Anyone that hasn't read the manga really should.Yaoi Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758789287224071246noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162181017484452233.post-7112929968135803912011-05-30T23:45:00.005-04:002011-05-31T00:16:04.529-04:00Icecream is the Enemy :'(Ice cream and me, an unsepartable pair, right? Yeah, pretty much. I like dairy products like milk in my coffee, ice cream, cheese (everything except yogurt. Yogurt is gooey and gross. ewww.) But anyways, I drink probably about 2 iced lattes per day and I eat a lot of ice cream. Some days are good days and other days are bad. Problem is I just never know when a bad day will happen. I could just stop consuming dairy products but that's impossible. Me give up creamy delicious ice cream? Hellz No. But I gotta becareful. I once ate ice cream & was rushed to the ER because I couldn't stop puking. Also I suffered one night w/ my forehead pressed against the bathroom sink, clutching my stomach, breaking out in a cold sweat and praying to God, I'll never eat ice cream again. ugh. Majority of the time I'm ok, so I'm not lactose intolerant. But one time, I ate ice cream. I order a wonderful ice cream sundae w/ whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles, hot fudge and caramel sauce--I went all out! And I was w/ my friend. We had a great time, but the ice cream was so much I couldn't even finish it.<br /><br />I felt ok. My friend was ok. We started walking and talking and stuff. We went to the store and everything. I was still ok. So, it was getting late like pitch black sky late. The moon was out, little stars filling the sky and the streetlights guiding me and my friend on the pavement. Suddenly, my stomach starts rippling in so much pain. I could barely walk at the same pace as my friend. I tried to ignore my stomach. We were almost to my house. Everything was gonna be ok. I kept walking. My friend is still talking. It got pretty bad from there. My stomach was like tying itself in knots. I stopped walking. It hurt too much to go on. My friend stops and looks at me, "What's the matter?" I was like,"Nothing. I dropped something in the bushes over there." My friend was like "Huh? How? Your not near the bushes." And then w/o any explanation, I dashed over to these two brushes. They were facing the towards the street. No cars were coming. The street was really quiet. As I yank my pants down, the fabric circling my ankles, I started going to the bathroom. I was shocked at myself. It was dark so no one could see me (atleast no one could see my identity since the bushes were shadowing me. HA!) <br /><br />My friend knew exactly what I was doing from the smell. I was embarrased lolz. It was coming out and suddenly a bunch of cars start coming down the street w/ their high beams like a spotlight shining on my ass, I felt like I was shitting on center stage<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqEw639cWoay4Rd-X2L155aquQ0XpbwSKi3RPvJjRNkn7dCYEif8BAQh9LuapU6f2swFHop4BPiz49K8RVfmfT0Uk6jgAOQnAcZTB-SPAoFi1BivkUcCXflyGWJBEaNINQQkmMy-K-bGY/s1600/Winnie-The-Pooh.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqEw639cWoay4Rd-X2L155aquQ0XpbwSKi3RPvJjRNkn7dCYEif8BAQh9LuapU6f2swFHop4BPiz49K8RVfmfT0Uk6jgAOQnAcZTB-SPAoFi1BivkUcCXflyGWJBEaNINQQkmMy-K-bGY/s320/Winnie-The-Pooh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612727331120783666" /></a> or something. It was fucking awful. I hurriedly tried to run into the brushes the so the cars couldn't see me. And guess what?! knowing my luck, I not only fell on my back into the bushes, but I also stepped in my own mess. My friend was laughing so hard. I wanted to say SHUT UP! IT'S NOT FUNNYYY! but I was trying to escape the bushes w/o getting anymore shit on me. OMG. I had to wipe w/ a leaf. Leaves feel absolutely NOTHING like toliet paper. Don't ever try it. So yeah, my friend laughed at me all the way to my house. It was a bad ice cream day. :(Yaoi Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758789287224071246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162181017484452233.post-652559914257841432011-05-21T14:48:00.003-04:002011-05-21T14:50:51.185-04:00Nakajima & Keita<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia9e-2taACDOb3F1v0uZBvmAP3udG86IzOcy4yzaQydG7DCuiZepgu2vBTVG7v2jNnikVU2REWnT-D8D1uxcNFO8PQxoQqEFiMKW-t32r6T_QlNf52pZ0ixUWTKrbNOPheyAvzLDDa1v0/s1600/02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia9e-2taACDOb3F1v0uZBvmAP3udG86IzOcy4yzaQydG7DCuiZepgu2vBTVG7v2jNnikVU2REWnT-D8D1uxcNFO8PQxoQqEFiMKW-t32r6T_QlNf52pZ0ixUWTKrbNOPheyAvzLDDa1v0/s400/02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609243561897317922" /></a><br /><br />I love Nakajima. He's so sadistic :3Yaoi Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758789287224071246noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162181017484452233.post-56253649681865684912011-04-30T12:27:00.004-04:002011-04-30T12:33:23.742-04:00MIsaki & Akihiko kissing *o*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_iNpJhpE6V-WRyDKZH2aXw61sLgouaMfegc-GCRrnWIQq15nOg-kncYISwrJ4NU6YEfTitChL6bBlXgBthFDLFsGHuzZjUtCmlHRE45rNDXqsAMkoJjNZyW_t4KiDW6becgCDdEWL0d4/s1600/Misaki-and-Akihiko-kiss-manga-junjou-romantica-10329862-1028-85912.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_iNpJhpE6V-WRyDKZH2aXw61sLgouaMfegc-GCRrnWIQq15nOg-kncYISwrJ4NU6YEfTitChL6bBlXgBthFDLFsGHuzZjUtCmlHRE45rNDXqsAMkoJjNZyW_t4KiDW6becgCDdEWL0d4/s400/Misaki-and-Akihiko-kiss-manga-junjou-romantica-10329862-1028-85912.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601415157272218610" /></a><br /><br />So cute! Romantica kiss! :3Yaoi Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758789287224071246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162181017484452233.post-72519408227263583682011-04-23T11:44:00.002-04:002011-04-23T11:47:29.890-04:00Hanamachi Monogatari<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsp_sMoavYu1KET9QKQHQebmK7W2AtwtyOmAux4UdjiLz4m61u8iaRFAOv-fN10MTABFOL8-t02WvyhBn7rt685tu2ehkI_Zr2EsePZSP4vw1C4kqKKJbueszcunHd1xWx2m2LxVcxajc/s1600/hanamichi.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsp_sMoavYu1KET9QKQHQebmK7W2AtwtyOmAux4UdjiLz4m61u8iaRFAOv-fN10MTABFOL8-t02WvyhBn7rt685tu2ehkI_Zr2EsePZSP4vw1C4kqKKJbueszcunHd1xWx2m2LxVcxajc/s400/hanamichi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598805724536114658" border="0" /></a><br />Currently playing this game. I like it a lot :3 Wish I could find English translations? :DYaoi Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758789287224071246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162181017484452233.post-71242936223969547892011-04-15T09:49:00.001-04:002011-04-15T14:23:55.132-04:00I honestly shouldn't be posting anything on my blog since I'm very busy & all my homework is overdue and I do very little than I used to, so as a matter of fact please kill me. Thank you that is all. Twitter is taking over my life. Help. me. pleaseeeeeeee.Yaoi Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758789287224071246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162181017484452233.post-35081688871423536652011-04-14T17:10:00.003-04:002011-04-14T17:25:30.538-04:00Thunderbolt Boys Excite vol. 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i43.tower.com/images/mm101387723/thunderbolt-boys-excite-volume-2-asami-tojo-paperback-cover-art.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 279px;" src="http://i43.tower.com/images/mm101387723/thunderbolt-boys-excite-volume-2-asami-tojo-paperback-cover-art.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I really like this manga. It's very sexy, but I haven't read the first volume. I only read the second volume, which I liked but I didn't understand the story much. I know it's about two handsome models that fall in love. Ritsu invites his uke boyfriend, Natsui to a beautiful hotel for them to have to sex. But Natsui gets scared b/c he's still a virgin, and therefore, Ritsu starts pressuring him. And when Natsui rejcts him, he gets a prostitute that looks exactly like Natsui. But before the prostitue and Ritsu can have sex, Natsui interrupts them, saying he can't let them b/c sex should be done when ppl are in love & that he's in love w/ Ritsu. And then Ritsu apologizes and they have hot, steamy sex. There are a couple more stories in the manga. They're hot & kinda interesting. The artwork is wonderful. Beautiful. Exciting! Also, I heard that the mangaka of this work is dead. RIP Asami Tohjoh. ;_;Yaoi Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758789287224071246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162181017484452233.post-70604139390010946402011-04-11T05:22:00.003-04:002011-04-11T05:47:18.258-04:00Sometimes I rely on others too much. I think I need someone to talk to, but when is the line crossed between being polite w/ sympathy to actually meaning the kind words? I'm so foolish, its laughable. I can't tell the difference between politeness & sincerity. But where are those ppl that compliment me? Where are those people that say they love me? And worst of all, where are all the people who say they are my friends? They exchange kind words, so insincere & betray me when I think they care. I think my expectations are too high. I can't expect them to run to my rescue all the time. But I didn't expect them to ignore me and let me fall either. In the end...I have nothing. It makes me wonder: will they miss me when I'm gone? I'm not expecting the world to stop or anything, but atleast a goodbye.Yaoi Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758789287224071246noreply@blogger.com0