What is my name?
cys
What is my quest?
To spread yummy yaoi goodness everywhere!
What is your favorite color?
Blue! No, green! No, red! o_o; I dun' have one...

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face to the place, london!
Sunday, February 10, 2002, 09:49 p.m.

I went on a BestBuy shopping spree. Guess what I bought? Tha's right, boys'n girls. I now have my own copy of Final Fantasy X. XD Wheeeeeeee! Also got the strategy guide, of course. :P

In addition to FFX, I got me two movies: Moulin Rouge and Boiler Room. Was gonna get Fast and the Furious, too, but my friend said I could get it at Blockbuster for $10. I'm so there.

Now, back to the Olympics. XD

FUCK! >_<
Saturday, February 9, 2002, 11:20 p.m.

I was looking for an old email my sister sent me when I realized that when I uninstalled'n then reinstalled AOL, it got rid of all my old mails. FUCK! *screams*

=_= I hate fucking AOHELL. Hate. Ha~~~~~~~ate! *goes off to sulk*

>_< $&%^#&@*!@($*&%&#!
Saturday, February 9, 2002, 10:45 p.m.

Grar! *breathes* *exhales*

Okay. I'm good. ^_^;

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Alright, who else saw the opening ceremony of the Olympics last night? If y'did, y'know that part where they had the 5 nations indigenous to Utah? *grins* You just know that they were all thinking, You fucking white bastards. First, you steal our land, pride, and dignity. Now, you turn us into your dancing monkeys. All of y'all can just eat shit and die!

Well, okay, so mebbe they didn't all think that, but y'know that some of'm were. XD

*coughs* Okay, enough rabble-rousing for the night. ^_~

But, I have to admit, I love the Olympics. I love watching all the events. It's just so amazing how frickin' fit the athletes all are. o.o

Speaking of fit. <.<;; I had a performance tonight at this one conference. Right before us, there were these Aztec dancers, and there were a couple'a dancers'n this one drummer, that looked really good.... *___*

The drummer had all these beautiful tribal tattoos on his back and chest. And you could totally see his muscles flexing while he drummed, and his long hair swinging around his face.... **__** *goes into uncontrollable drooling*

^^;v

ugh, so full.... @.@
Wednesday, February 6, 2002, 10:07 p.m.

I was gonna blog about something, but in the course of getting cut-off by aohell, dinner, and watching West Wing, I forgot. <.<;;

Yeah, I know. ^^;v

Oh, I remember one thing I wanted to mention. I swear to God it's like brain-surgery to make one of those Marie Callendar's microwavable dinners. I mean, it's better'n Budget Gourmet, but still, the hoops they make you jump through is just ridiculous.

*yawns* I'm so tired lately. I should go sleep early. *snerks* After I troll for s'more fanfics. XD

'cause our teeth and ambitions are bared, BE PREPARED!
Monday, February 4, 2002, 09:15 p.m.

A shining new era, is tip-toeing nearer...

^_~

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There has been a MashiMaro explosion in my car. Don't know who MashiMaro is? Well, head over to http://www.mashimaro.co.kr. The reason I didn't make a link for that is 'cause in my experience, it's frozen my browser each time I've tried to get to it. So, I would suggest to go here, instead. It's got the same flash movies'n gives a little blurb to the disturbed bunny. *grins*

As of yesterday, I now have:
1) MashiMaro window plushie hanging from behind my rear-view mirror.
2) MashiMaro seatbelt covers.
3) MashiMaro gear-shift and parking brake covers.
4) MashiMaro steering wheel cover.
5) MashiMaro dashboard boingy-thing.

^^;v

What's funny is that almost all of those things have been gifts to me. The only one I bought for myself was the gear-shift and parking brake covers. Everything else, other people gave to me.

I should take pictures so y'all can see the insanity. XD

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I've decided to go ahead and skip FF9 so that I can zoom on to FFX. d00d, even my roomie is playing it ahead of me. That is so not acceptable. I must play it myself. *nods*

Not that it means that I'm abandoning FF9 altogether. Oh, no. I'm just gonna wait until after I play FF7 again, and then I'll play FF9. That way, I won't have such the graphics-shock, since I love FF7 so much that I don't care about the step backwards in graphics.

he's got a sword!
Saturday, February 2, 2002, 04:41 p.m.

*grins* I'm having a very Disney weekend. I borrowed a whole bunch of Disney movies from m'friend and am intent on watching them all this weekend. I deserve to have a completely lazy weekend, I think. *nods*

Some very trippy dreams, inky. *grins* Thanks for sharing. XD All this talk about GT3 made me play a few rounds today, and Shingo piped up to ask me when I was gonna finish the Civic SiR model I got at last year's Anime Expo. He proceeded to inform me that if I didn't get it done in a timely manner, he would ensure that he'd disrupt every fic in progress that I have. <.<;; Rat bastard that he is, I don't think he's lying.

Oh, well. If I can finish it soon, and do a good job at it, I'm trying to see if I can find a LanEvo model kit to work on next. Whee!

Oh, and inky, d'you only get the search engine hits thingy on extreme tracker if you pay for it? 'Cause mine only tells me the referrer page, the browser used, and the resolution of the comp.

hase, where did you find those sports quotes? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

inky'n mizzy wub me
Monday, January 28, 2002, 08:28 p.m.

Extreme tracker's working just fine.

*pokes extremetracker*
Monday, January 28, 2002, 08:17 p.m.

Inky-hunny, it just hit me that if Kei has a cellphone, unless it doesn't have voicemail, it's not gonna keep ringing and ringing. It'll stop after about the 2nd cycle through its ringtone and either show up as a missed call, or go through to the voicemail. But, that's not a big problem. 'Cause nothing's stopping whoever's calling from keeping on calling. And that can be plenty annoying. Especially when trying to sleep in. Believe me. =_=

I've been bitten by the blog-bug. I need more. One idea I have is to use it for my soapbox ranting and raving on madscribbles. It'll be easier to do than having to upload a new page each time.

Another idea, is to make one for all the various ficbunnies that bite me but, for one reason or other, don't get to go through the rigorous process to graduate into full-fledged ficcies.

Shingo: *snickers* 'Rigorous process' my ass.

<.<; Quiet, you.

That, and sometimes, I just have random conversations with the various soulbonds that reside in m'head. Or, they'll have conversations amongst themselves while I sit back and go, 'what the fuck?'. They've even formed coalitions.

<.<;; What? You don't have voices talking to you in your head? ^_~

hey, look, invisible ink!
Tuesday, January 29, 2002, 12:24 a.m.

<.<;;
It's a bit...more graphic than I've ever done, but...
;;>.>

*coughs again and runs*

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There is nothing quite like the feeling of being between a pair of legs and pushing your way in, and up, a willing body. The sensation of burying yourself into soft, intense heat and the tight, clenching grip around your cock.

Pure. Unadulterated. Heaven.

Then comes movement. Thrusting your hips in, out, in, out – in a rhythm as old as time – and feeling the raw, primal energy rising up through your body to coalesce in the back your head as an onslaught of firing synapses all sending one overwhelming message to your brain. ~Goddamn this feels good...~

Strong legs wrap themselves around me and muscles tense beneath my hand as Kyoichi arches beneath me. His neck is bared to my eyes and I growl, adding more force to my movements. Curse words in more languages than I know assault my ears in an endless stream of profanity.

“Faster, Takahashi!”

Feeling perverse, I slow, leaning down to lick beads of sweat off Kyoichi’s shoulders, taking my time to trace the sharp bones of his jaw before moving up to the shell of his ear. I bite down and Kyoichi hisses, tensing.

“Fuck, Ryousuke!”

I chuckle. “Believe me, I am, Kyoichi.” I thrust. “I.” Again. “Am.”

Kyoichi grits his teeth and explodes into a storm of heavy cursing, ranging from my ancestry to my cold-blooded and cruel nature. All the while grabbing at my ass to pull my hips down as he thrusts his up.

“Faster, Ryousuke! Fuck me like you mean it, dammit!”

Light bursts flash through my mind and I brace myself, pounding into Kyoichi’s body, barely aware of the words tumbling from my lips as I gasp and snarl into his ear. I reach down and grab hold of his hard cock rubbing against my stomach and he nearly bucks me off in his reaction. Jerking him off in time to my thrusts is just so /fucking/ erotic that I drop my head and bite down hard on his shoulder as I hammer. Into. Him. Until. Color. Floods my vision and his hot breath roars past my ear.

Gasping and taking deep breaths, I thrust a few more times and continue to move my hand until Kyoichi freezes beneath me, hot fluid splashes between us. I collapse on top of him and lie there, concentrating on bringing my breathing and heart-rate back under control. The quick rise and fall of his chest tells me that he is doing the same. I lick at the imprints my teeth made on his shoulder and Kyoichi hisses.

“Damn, that hurts.”

I lick him again and his arms wrap around me, his fingers burying themselves in my hair. He pulls my head up and catches my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue lazy and smooth against my own. My free hand curls under his shoulder and I spread my fingers to feel the play of his skin over firm muscles. Kyoichi pulls back with one last swipe across my lower lip.

A grin spreads across my face and I pull out of him, enjoying the small shiver that runs through his body as I rearrange myself so that I’m lying next to him. I turn my head and find him grinning back at me. He tosses one arm over his head and the other moves to the bedside table to grab his pack of smokes and lighter. After shaking one out for himself, he offers me one and I accept after a moment’s hesitation. It’s been a while, but it’s worth it.

After all, it’s not often that one can say that he just fucked Sudou Kyoichi silly.

I'm either gonna leave it as the brainless smut that it is, or I'm gonna incorporate it into that tattoo-ficcy of mine. Uh...yeah...that's it. Move along folks, nothing more to see. ^^;

my gawd, where to start....
Sunday, January 27, 2002, 07:43 p.m.

Okay, first thing. Y'all know how sick I've been this past week 'cause I complained quite a lot about it. I woke up on Friday morning still not at 100%. Probably around 75%. I still felt a bit chilled and I had a monster headache, but I felt much better from the day before. ^^;

I went on an intense retreat for the weekend. It was frickin' cold, too. Which, because I was still recovering from a cold, wasn't too good a thing, you can imagine. I've only been able to feel warm now that I'm back in my apartment. I got to meet a whole grip of new people and spent Friday, Saturday, and this morning with them doing various team-building trainings.

This morning, we had a discussion about some issues that had been plaguing our group and it got so damn heavy. I wasn't able to participate in the discussion because there were too many other people trying to get their point across. I was fine until the very end where all the negative energy just kind of overwhelmed me and I had a rather serious breakdown. I couldn't stop crying for like an hour. =_=

Then, we started home.

The trip is about 4 hours. We were in hour 3 and about half an hour from home. It had started to rain on Saturday and was still raining while we were driving home. I'm in the backseat (behind the driver), leaning against my friend and kinda dozing off. Next thing I know, I feel a hard impact, hear my other friends screaming, and the car losing traction and doing at least two 360s. o_o

Luckily, my friend who was driving was able to keep us from crashing into anyone else and into the center divider. He pulled out of the slide and got us to the shoulder of the freeway. It was pretty impressive. He kept calm and drove like a pro to do what he had to do to keep us all alive. I am so proud of him.

I had no clue what was going on 'cause I hadn't seen a thing. Apparently, there was this car two lanes to our right who lost complete control of her car and swerved right into the lane next to us. The big-ass Ford truck next to us swerved to avoid it, got smacked, and smacked into us. *shudders*

There turned out to be about 5 cars involved in the accident by the end of the thing. *takes a deep breath and shakes* Eech....

My friend who was sitting in the backseat of the side that got smacked hit her head real hard against the window just as it shattered and had to go to the hospital. But, she's fine. The rest of us were just shook up pretty bad.

My friend's car was pretty mangled, though he could still drive it. And since it's not his fault, it'll be no problem getting his insurance to take care of it. There's that at least.

Pissed me off royally, though, that the woman who was driving the car that started it all kept bitching about her car and the damage like she wasn't to blame for it all. Made me wanna hurt her some more. >_<

I had to call another friend to come pick me up and take me home.

When I got home, I tried to get online and had to reinstall AOL 'cause the one I had installed got fucked-up somehow. >_< Kept making me restart about ten times altogether. o>__ ARGH! It started out so fucking well, too! I need to calm down. Must think happy thoughts. *thinks of thuggy-Kyo* ^_____________^ Much better....

flashback lunch
Thursday, January 24, 2002, 03:37 p.m.

Mizzy... *giggles*

back in the daily grind
Thursday, January 24, 2002, 11:37 a.m.

Inky, I read your two (it was only two, right?) theology papers. Very interesting reading, I must say. I liked how you showed that Jesus' interaction with the woman at the well was just a different way of showing the hero vs. chaos dragon, thing. I also really enjoyed your rant on Jephthah and his daughter. Good work! ^_^v

some inneresting side-effects of being sick
Wednesday, January 23, 2002, 11:44 a.m.

I woke up and went, 'well, that was interesting...I should try to remember it so I can take notes...' ^^v

I should take flu medicine more often if this is the sort of dreams it gives me. XD Unfortunately, I can never control what sort of dreams I have.

Completely unrelated. I need to have a five minute presentation done by Friday. Because I've been sick for the past two days, I haven't been able to work on it at all. Which means I gotta work on it all frickin' day tomorrow. =_=

ugh....
Wednesday, January 23, 2002, 11:44 a.m.

But, it does give me a second day to stay home and play more of Jak & Daxter. *grins* I'm so bad at it, but I like it anyway. Right now, I'm just one powercell short of being able to do this one thing, and it's driving me nuts. Doesn't help that there are a million other things I could do, but I can't find a detailed enough walkthrough to help me. *pouts*

Ugh, I'm hungry, but there isn't anything to eat in my apartment. I think I need to go to the store, buy some soup, some juice, some bread, and then come back. *nods* Yes. That sounds like a plan.

Hmm...perhaps I shall catch up with all the email I've been ignoring lately.... ^_~

random thoughts while watching The Mummy Returns
Monday, January 21, 2002, 11:00 p.m.

It's so easy to be happy when you are easy to please. ^_~

Just as a warning, there be spoilers ahead. So read at your own risk. ^^;

Well, it's about half an hour into the film and, so far, it's not as entertaining as the first one. Ardeth's just as hot, though. ^O^

And there definitely seems to be something between him and the guy in red. Just need to catch the guy's name.... ^_~

Rick'n Evie sure don't seem to spend a lot of time looking after their son. They're too busy smooching each other every five minutes. :P

And how is it that everyone can suddenly speak ancient Egyptian? *snerks* And how is it that Imhotep can suddenly speak English? o.O;;

I think that there's just too much going on. The story-telling seems to be missing. The first movie, campy though it was, had a really entertaining story to keep me interested. This one...is just too complicated. *shrugs* But, I'll keep watching it 'cause, like I said, I wanna see more Ardeth. H_H

And, hey, mebbe it gets getter. :P

The bird's cool. ^_^ d00d, I toldja it was random comments, didn't I? *grins*

Hmm, I was just thinking. One of the reasons I might not be as much into this as the previous one is 'cause I need to keep the volume down in consideration of my sleeping roommate. Which means, I should watch this when I don't have to worry about how loud I play it. XD

*lips twitch* The dirigible has turbo. Y'know, this might not be as much sheer fun as the first one was, but it's still rather amusing. At least, in the cheese factor. *giggles*

Awww...pretty birdy went bye-bye... T_T

Hm, another reason why the first is more amusing. A lot of the plot there arose from all the random things happening by accident. There's less of that in the second movie which makes it seem more contrived.

What the fuck is with the mummified pygmies? o.O; Though it's hella funny how they jump on the heads of the guys that're stuck in the quicksand. XD

Jonathan's just as funny as before, though. *LOL* Boom, go the pygmies! >D

Not that I'm complaining, but how is it that there are so many Med-Jai? o.o;

Okay. Other than it's totally cheesy, I've got issues with the ending. Imhotep and Anck-su-namun loved each other so much that they transcended death. I mean, yeah, they were kinda fucked up, but their love was pretty damn fucking powerful. d00d, she killed herself because she knew that he could bring her back. How the hell can she then just run like a bitch and try to save herself? It doesn't compute.

Though, I must say, I did like the second half a lot better. Once it got moving, and it started having the same feel as the first Mummy. I think, I shall see it again once more, with full volume and see if it's any better that way. *grins* The fact that it gives me another chance to see more of Ardeth has nothing to do with it. ^_~

*LOL* I'm such a one-track minded girl. The Lord of the Rings has me obsessed with sexy elf bitch. Star Wars: Episode 1 (and 2 in a few months) has me obsessed with Obi-hunny. The Mummy movies has me obsessed with sexy Med-jai warrior-dude. *_*

And, as you all know, there's always Kyo to fall back on if I feel my mind needs some extra H thoughts. H____H

^_~

it's my party....
Monday, January 21, 2002, 05:20 p.m.

Since I got out of work early today, I went ahead and bought Jak and Daxter. *grins* I'll admit that one of the reasons I wanted it was 'cause Jak is a cutie. ^_~ When I had it in my greedy li'l paws, I saw that it was by Naughty Dog, the same makers of Crash Bandicoot. XD

It's hella fun. Too bad I'm not all that good at platformers, yet. Yet. I'm determined to get better, and I think I'm on my way. It did take me looking on an online FAQ to figure somethings out, but it's all part of the learning process, right? ^.^

Right now, I'm in the Forbidden Jungle, and it's...rather frustrating. ^^;; I need to get to this one area to break this mirror, but I keep dying when I get to this one certain ledge. =_= I will get through it, though. *strikes a victory pose* ^_^v

Inky-baby, I'm sorry about last night. AOHELL kept kicking me off each time I tried to log on again. T_T *huggles* Just remember, I'll be here to offer all the comfort that a security b'ankie can.

oh oh oh oh oh! ~reprised
Sunday, January 20, 2002, 07:25 p.m.

I was...quite a bit intoxicated earlier this morning....

Some things I forgot to mention. There was this one guy with a Bubbles backpack. When I went all ga-ga for it, he showed me the Blossom tattoo he had on his lower back. *grins'n eyes Kyo*

Kyoichi: No fucking way.

*pouts* Aw. I think it woulda been hella cute to have a Buttercup tattoo. ^_~

There was also a girl who had a Totoro backpack. *grins* She asked us if we knew what it was. Christy and I looked at each other and started laughing. ^o^

Something that was pointed out to me today. Usually, when Christy, Brian, and I go out to raves or after-hour clubs, we usually don't notice the age difference between ourselves and the majority of the attendants. However, my other friends tend to be more aware of their age, and I think that's what makes them more aware of the difference. I do understand some of what they're feeling. It's always rather jarring when I'm talking with someone and the question of age comes up. Usually, they're over 18, and that's cool. Every once in a while, we meet the 16, 15, 14-year olds, and that's just wrong.

>.> I'm gonna stop that rant before it begins....

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*LOL* King of the Hill tonight was hella funny. I'm about busting a gut right now. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! There's just something so entertaining about people being hit in the nuts. >D

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Sami, that's a beautiful cg y'made. ^_______^ Really nice. I love the coloring. It's so relaxing, too. Didja know that green was a healing color? ^_^

oh oh oh oh oh!
Sunday, January 20, 2002, 06:25 a.m.

Zombie Nation rocked (not Zombie Vision like I'd said earlier. I was tired. :P). They were hella cool.

But, I get ahead of myself.

I got my hair cut today, again. Even put in some highlights. One of my coworkers came in with a new hairstyle on Friday. So, I got the number and address from her and went down there myself. 'Cause they will color, hightlight, and cut your hair for $40. Considering that the last time I did the coloring, it cost me $180, that's quite a difference. ^O^

My hair is now rather short. Christy says it makes me look like I'm ready to kick some ass. XD Which is fortuitous, 'cause lately, I'd been thinking that I probably gave out very 'harmless and sweet' type vibes. What I wanted, were vibes that said, 'Don't fuck with me. I'll make you cry'.

So we headed over to Reset around 11 p.m., got there at 11:30, and then had to endure a frickin 1 1/2 hours line. Once you got in, though, the place was jam-packed. The first two hours, we were all crushed in together like sardines. Luckily, around 2, it started to lighten up a bit. Then, Zombie Nation came on and brought down the house. You could hear the entire club singing along to what my friend calls, "The Raver Anthem" XD That was pretty damn cool. Unfortunately, Christy and Brian wanted to leave, and I was still...unable to operate heavy machinery ^^;;, we came back to their place and I'm rambling here. ^_~

inky: That's great! I think you nit the nail right on the spot. The way you have the sweater-fic, you know the sparks are flying. But, as we all know, sparks aren't everything. Which leads right into the breakthrough that you had. *glompies* I don't think I've let ya know how I enjoy the speculation and dissection of Ryou's and Kyou's characters and personality. They're fun. ^_________^

random observations
Saturday, January 19, 2002, 01:15 a.m.

I was thinking about it and I don't think that the greatest difference between those of us who want good, well-written fics and the hordes of brainless fangirls out there is age. Well, age is tied to it a lot of times, but that's not the major difference. No, the major difference is in our levels of maturity. Yes, there are many people who are young and yet have more maturity than a person who is already an "adult". However, the vast majority of people don't gain maturity until they've taken on some years and have had some life experiences. As anyone who's tried talking to a two-year-old child can tell you, trying to hold rational conversations with someone not of the same maturity or intelligence as you is an extremely frustrating endeavor.

Oh, and, funny enough, we had a training today about anger and anger management. One of the points that was brought up was that, a lot of times, we get angry because we put certain expectations on other people, or things, and then have those expectations not be met. Which makes sense, and can explain a lot of the frustration that we feel about the sheer number of bad fanfics out there. Because we hold ourselves to such high standards, we expect others to do the same. So when they don't, it angers us because it's like a slap to face that says, 'ha ha! look at us, we don't have to make an effort, and you can't do anything about it! neener neener neener!' That may not necessarily be true, but that's how it feels to me, at least.

Another point that was raised was that a lot of times, we feel anger because we feel that we have lost control over some person or situation. That also makes a lot of sense. In this case, we would so like to just reach through our screens and strangle the authors of the bad fanfics we read until they cry mercy and promise to learn the rudiments of writing before trying it again. But, because we can't control how another person is going to react, we feel frustrated, which, inevitably, will lead to anger.

Now, how to deal with that anger isn't a simple thing. According to the speaker we had today, the best way to deal with the root causes of our anger is to change our own selves, and our expectations. Again, it makes sense, but is so hard to do. It's also one point that he made that I had issues with. Why should I have to change my expectations? What is so wrong about my expectations that I am forced to lower the bar for certain things? When we go to a hospital, should I automatically expect that I get an incompetent doctor? No. I expect that the doctor I see is competent and will be able to take care of me. While that may be an extreme example, I still believe that it holds true.

I seem to have become a fanfic elitist. Let me explain. I enjoy reading. I enjoy reading good fanfics. When I go surfing for 'fics, I want to be able to enjoy what I read. I do not want to have to get through a couple paragraphs and then resist the urge to bang my head against the table repeatedly because of bad grammar or sheer boredom. If I wanted that, I could just turn on the TV and watch infomercials all day. That is not an enjoyable activity. True, we can stop reading and never visit that site again. But, in the hunt for good reading, we are forced to endure the tons and tons of bad to mediocre fics. It's like the catch-22 for reading fanfics.

Hmm... I seem to have strayed from my point. Which was. Inky, honey, I can understand your frustration. Oh, I can understand your frustration. While I may not like your decision to stop writing fanfics, I can totally see how you came to that decision. All I can offer is this. Do you really want to give the idiot fangirls out there the satisfaction of having made you stop doing something you enjoy. *sweatdrops* At least, I hope you enjoy it. ^^;; *snugs again* I say, let's be proud of the fact that we hold fics up to such high standards. Let's be proud to be "too old", or "too uptight", or "bitches" when it comes to fics. Let's be proud of the fact that we are 'fic elitists. It's nothing to be ashamed of, after all.

Second observation. Yeah yeah, there's more. What? I find myself having a lot to say... ^_~

Mizzy, when I read that article, I was pretty upset, too. But, I stepped back for a moment to gather my thoughts. You must have accidentally corralled my own thoughts with yours 'cause you made a whole bunch of points that I was trying to find ways of making. *smooches* You rock, y'know that? ^___^v

And, I'm going to follow in your footsteps and only C&C those fics of friends, when they ask for it, and the fics that show up in the mls I admin. When I do C&C, I will no longer pull my punches. I'm tired of being nice all the time. Repression of things that make me twitch isn't healthy, and I don't want to be reduced to having a nervous breakdown that leaves me with the mental capacity of a turnip.

That's not to say that I'm going to rip every fic I C&C a new asshole. It just means, that if I like a fic, you'll know it. If I don't, you'll also know it, and why. That's all that I can do. Whether people take what I have to say to heart or not is up to them, and if they don't like it, well tough fucking titties to them. *smacks Shingo before he can say anything* >p

tgi...saturday?
Saturday, January 19, 2002, 12:51 a.m.

It's been a loooooooooong day.

Kinda cool, but me and my friends, Christy and Mark, all have birthdays really near each other. Christy and Mark are both on the 16th, and I'm on the 21st. On Wednesday, we all hung out at Mark's place.

He's got a pretty sweet set-up. He'n his roomie have set up their living-room to be a game-head's dream. They've got two TVs set side-by-side. We were able to watch Enterprise /and/ the Lakers game at the same time. XD

Afterwards, they showed us Grand Theft Auto 3, which looks like a pretty cool game, but not my thing. :P It's hella funny, though. The random acts of violence you can inflict is pretty funny. And the drug effects! ^O^ I almost busted a gut laughing so much.

Then we played Big2, aka pasoy dos, aka chinese poker. It's...a card game that almost every Asian boy or girl knows how to play. With the two TVs, we were also able to watch South Park and The Rock while we played.

It was so much fun.

Then, today, we all went over to TGIF's down at the Block of Orange, and met up with a whole bunch of people we hadn't seen in a while. ^____________^

I wish I could spend more time hangin' out with them 'cause they're cool. We all used to hangout at the Golfland down in Stanton, but, we all got steady jobs and that has curtailed our arcade attendance quite a bit. ;_;

Such is life, I guess. Tomorrow...er, tonight, we're gonna go to a club and see Zombie Vision spin. Whee! *sings* oh oh oh oh oh! oh oh oh o~o~o~o~oh! oh oh oh! >D

Also gonna go get my hair cut even shorter and colored. Mua hah ha! ^_^v

it's ketchup time!
Thursday, January 17, 2002, 08:38 p.m.

And, like sami, I need to catch-up a bit, so...

January 10, 2002
Well, I woulda been back if pitas wasn't being such a frickin' bitch and not letting me log on or make an entry. >_<

Oh, well, that'll give me time to do a blog re-design, and in the meantime, I'm gonna just do it the old way. :P

Inky and I have come up with the idea that Kyo really needs a tatt. *_* Oh, yes.... Have I ever mentioned how much I like tattoos? No? Well, lemme just say that I think tattoos are some of the sexiest things I've ever seen or guys or girls. If they're well done, that is. I've seen some dumb-ass tatts, too. =_=

January 5, 2002
My friends and I went to the LA Auto Show today. Whoo boy, there were a lotta cars to see. XD

We started off in Mazda-land, trying to see if there was an RX-8 that we could take a gander at. We saw the Protege hatchback, but no RX-8. We were kinna disappointed.

Then, we headed over to Honda-land. We peeked at the new Civic Si hatchback. It was pretty sweet. Good example of Honda's great engineering. The gear-shift is now set higher up in the console, which is neat. Too bad they aren't bringing the Civic TypeR to the States. *pouts* Not that I'd get it, but it would be nice to see'm on the road. ^_^

We had to stop by Mercedes-land 'cause m'friend Christy needed to see her baby, the CLK 430. On the way, we saw the new S500. Niiiiiiiice. Can we say super-pimpy? Whoo-eee. 'Spensive, too. :p

After that, we took a quick look-see in Nissan-land and stopped by the new 300Z. It's nice, but damn it's got a huge ass. ^o^ We wandered over to Infiniti-land to see if they had the G35 on display anywhere. They did. =_= The outrage that I feel over what they've done to the Skyline is so great that I can't even express myself. Let's leave it at that.

We then headed over to the other side of the convention center and started off just passing through a whole bunch of American car-makers without really lookin' at anything. Except to make fun of'm. ^o^

Subaru-land had a really bad-ass model of their AWD drive-train sitting up on a display showing how all four wheels get power. Sweet. Super sweet. Also got a picture of the Subaru rally car. XD Y'shoulda seen the asians converging on it. It took me forever to take a picture when there wasn't someone standing in front of it'n petting it while drooling. *grins* Of course, after the picture, I had to go over and do the same thing.

Toyota-land was frickin' huge. It looked like the Toyota area was the biggest at the show this year. O.O It was worth it, though. I sat in the Celica and came to a realization. I can no longer make fun of this car because it's a sweet li'l machine. The thing is, that I never really liked the new design for the Celica, but I always knew it was a nice car. But, I didn't realize just how nice it was. Then, I sat in it, closed the door, and realized: oh, shit, I want this car. ^O^ However, it still sits after the LanEvo and Eclipse. ^^;

We got routed over to Chrysler-land 'cause m'friend Brian was obsessed with the Chrysler PT Cruiser. Which is nice enough, I guess, but it does nothing for me, so. *shrugs* But, you'll notice I said 'was'. That's 'cause we then headed over to the Mini Cooper where he fell in love instantly. It was rather amusing, actually. He got in the car and then practically started purring. *grins* We had to pry him out of it so that others could have a turn.

Just as a note: While we were in the forest of PT Cruisers, we caught a glimpse of what was over in Mitsubishi-land. Now, if you people have been paying any attention, you'll know that I love the Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution and Eclipse. They're my babies. It's the same with m'friend Christy. So, you need to know how much self-control we displayed by not immediately zooming over to drool at the purty purty Mitsubishis. ^^;;;

We took a quick turn through Audi-land so that I could take a picture of the Audi TT for my roomie, who is in love with that car. She's so perfect for it, too. My roomie and the TT were made for each other. Really, they were. We all call the TT the Stella-mobile. *grins*

And then, finally, it was time to go to Mitsubishi-land! Yeay! *tosses confetti'n dances* Oh. My. God. *screams* Not only did they have a LanEvo VII on display (coming in 2003!), they also had the RalliArt prototype there! KYAAAA~~~~~!!! d00d, y'know how I was saying that the asians were flocking on the Subaru rally car? Y'should have seen the complete awe and worship people were giving the LanEvo prototype. ^O^ I am SO serious. With the Subaru, people would walk up and touch'n pet'n stuff, but with the LanEvo, they just stood, with their jaws agape and stars in their eyes. ^________________^

Well, it's now time to go eat. We're having porkchops. Damn good porkchops, too. >D

*zooms off*

January 3, 2002
My boss went fishing down in Mexico over the New Year's weekend and came back with 23 yellowtail. *_* I asked for two of'm, and took'm home to eat one with my friends, and give one to my brother.

d00d, those fish were frickin' huge. When I got to my friend Steve's house, he was too much of a puss to clean'n gut the fish, so me, my friend Christy, and my roomie Stella ended up doing all the dirty work. In case y'all missed it, the boys did nothing while the girls got their hands dirty. It was fun, though.

Even if we did do it ass-backwards. I asked my boss how to clean'm, 'cause I had a general idea of how to clean fish. Y'cut off the head, gut'm, and then skin or fillet. My boss, though, thought that I wouldn't be able to handle all the guts'n stuff, so he told me to just skin the sucker. So I did. It worked, but damn was it a mess. By the time we finished, the table we were using was covered in fish skin, guts, and head. *grins* It was hella funny how Steve kept going green when he saw us hacking and slashing. >D

Fish was damn good, and now, I know how to behead, gut, skin, and fillet yellowtail. I am woman, hear me roar. RAWR! ^_______^v

January 1, 2002
Mua Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!

I had one goal this weekend, and that was to be as fucked up as possible, for as long as possible. I must say, I succeeded in that regard quite admirably. XD

I made these really comfy, and really warm, pants that had various smiley-faces on'm. I also wore about 30 beads altogether. I was only going to give away 20 of'm. The others were ones I made for my friends and myself. When the night was over, I had exactly 5 left. Those I made for my friends, and one of my personalized ones. I accidentally gave away my own 'kyos*bitch' bead, so now, some random person out there is waking up, looking at the bead, and going, 'kyos*bitch...what the fuck? o.O' *giggles*

So, what I did. We went over to the LA Sports Arena by 8 p.m. We checked out a bit of Giant first, but it wasn't really jumping yet, it being so early and all. We headed in to Together As One and met up with our friends. TAO was pretty alive already. So we hung out there for quite a while. Then, around 10:30, we headed back to Giant and listened to Sasha for a bit. I dropped a Blue Dolphin, which is a double-stack, and was quite happy in about half an hour. *grins* At 11:30, we headed back to TAO so we could be with the rest of our friends. I dropped a Green Cobler about then. Which means I was hella rolling by the time midnight arrived. *lol* I don't know what the hell happened, but we had two countdowns. The first one, we went through it and were happy as hell and then the second one happened and we were all, "huh? what? oh, well.... YEAH!" The second time, though, they had confetti and balloons that fell, so I'm guessing the first was either a practice, or something went wrong, and they figured we were all too fucked up to care if they did it again. XD

I took my big-ass fan that I used for my Anji cosplay with me, and we were quite popular. It can get rather hot inside with thousands of people dancing'n stuff. Every once in a while, I'd make a circuit and just fan people that I thought looked hot. But, I don't think I'm gonna do that again. Oh, I'll take the fan, but I'll only take care of me'n my friends. The next day, my arm hurt like no tomorrow. I was fanning way too much for my own good. ^^;;

All in all, it was a kick-ass time. Rituko was down for the weekend and that just made things that much nicer. I like my friends. ^_______________^v