<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:46:44.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted Philosophies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-95388970</id><published>2003-06-06T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T16:03:25.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-95388970?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/95388970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/95388970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#95388970' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-95356714</id><published>2003-06-05T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T21:28:34.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our woman sadist, unlike de Sade, was a practising person, i.e. she wrote no books but killed and tortured to her heart's content. In 1611, aged fifty, the Hungarian noblewoman Erzsebet Bathory was walled up alive in her castle in the Minor Carpathians for having killed some six hundred young girls in various ways. The judge at her trial appears to have been particularly concerned that she murdered noblewomen as well as mere servant-girls. Bathory used a number of ingenious devices. For instance, she put a terrified naked girl in a narrow iron cage equipped with inward-pointing spikes to pierce the victim: then Bathory would hoist the cage to the ceiling and sit beneath to enjoy the rain of blood that came down. Another device was a robot - wearing real teeth torn from a servant - designed to clasp a victim in a tight embrace, whereupon sharp spikes would shoot out from the robot: the blood of the victim ran down a channel, was warmed over a fire, and collected for the countess's bath. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-95356714?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/95356714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/95356714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#95356714' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-94761332</id><published>2003-05-22T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T17:19:43.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/Aingael/1051895675_ctureshate.jpg" border="0" alt="You Are Hate"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You care little to nothing about people and things&lt;br&gt;around you.  You are consumed by feelings of&lt;br&gt;animosity and loathing towards everything or&lt;br&gt;one thing and it affects your view of all that&lt;br&gt;is around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Aingael/quizzes/What%20Emotion%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Emotion Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-94761332?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/94761332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/94761332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#94761332' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-94135874</id><published>2003-05-10T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T22:20:14.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lacota.net/alanna/xquiz.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://nc.aftran.com/~alanna/my.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lacota.net/alanna/xquiz.html" target="new"&gt;Which X2 Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_______o; I was talking to lucy about how it would be cool to have her powers too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lacota.net/alanna/xquiz.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://nc.aftran.com/~alanna/ld.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lacota.net/alanna/xquiz.html" target="new"&gt;Which X2 Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD; Just cause I wanted to stick it in here. A Couple of my friends were talking about how those adamantium claws reminded them of my nails... erm. &gt;&gt;; The other way around. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't Deathstrike Look totally different in the Comics? I mean... DUDE. Deathstrike was like... NOT an Oriental chick in the comic by what I remember.... &gt;&gt;; Of course, that was SO Long ago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-94135874?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/94135874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/94135874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#94135874' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-94030932</id><published>2003-05-08T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T20:43:49.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Fifth Level of Hell!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante Inferno Hell Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD;;; I have to say that's...er... Pretty damn accurate... o_O;;; This comment not including the 2 words I am not quite sure of the meanings of and will have to check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-94030932?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/94030932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/94030932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#94030932' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-93889971</id><published>2003-05-06T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T15:39:59.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=right&gt;&lt;b&gt;Omg... o____o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fate.xantonium.com"&gt;K-CHAN!&lt;/a&gt; WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOUR DREAM?! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-93889971?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/93889971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/93889971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#93889971' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-93779550</id><published>2003-05-04T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T20:45:28.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;FORM ACTION=http://thesurrealist.co.uk/monkey.cgi METHOD=GET&gt;&lt;TABLE ALIGN=CENTER&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD STYLE="border:solid #664400; background-color:#442200; padding:10px; text-align:center; color:#ffddaa; font:x-small verdana;"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=+1 COLOR=#FFDD00&gt;&lt;B&gt;Zero&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2&gt;is a&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Garlic-Eating Cowboy Monkey&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;...with a Battle Rating of &lt;FONT COLOR=#FFDD00&gt;&lt;B&gt;8.3&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;HR SIZE=1 COLOR=#664400&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE=hidden VALUE="Zero" SIZE=10&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=-2&gt;To see if your &lt;B&gt;Food-Eating Battle Monkey&lt;/B&gt; can&lt;BR&gt;defeat Zero, enter your name:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE=hidden NAME=def VALUE="Zero"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE=text NAME=att SIZE=10 STYLE="font: Arial; font-size: 8pt; color:#FFDD00;  border-width:1; border-color:#FFDD00; border-style:solid; background-color:#553300;"&gt; &lt;INPUT TYPE=submit VALUE="Battle!" STYLE="font: Arial; font-size: 8pt; color:#FFDD00; border-width:1; border-color:#FFDD00; border-style:solid; background-color:#553300;"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/FORM&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have kind of moved. I'll still update this one, but not as much as the &lt;a href="http://opiomorph.pitas.com"&gt;Other&lt;/a&gt; one. Maybe I'll be an ass and update the two with different things so you'll have 2 blogs to read...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-93779550?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/93779550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/93779550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#93779550' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-93395866</id><published>2003-04-28T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T05:55:19.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grr... Wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Side bar is not updating. Here's the new stuff that's SUPPOSED to be there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font face="symbol"&gt;©&lt;/font&gt; Noa Kaiba &lt;font face="symbol"&gt;©&lt;/font&gt; is my &lt;a href="http://www.mikomi.net/valentine"&gt;Sweet Valentine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P class=head&gt;Blog Crews&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yu-Gi-Oh Blog Crew&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a Href="http://dream.xantonium.com/"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt;] Malik Ishtar&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://fate.xantonium.com"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt;] Yami Bakura&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://sinharvest.pitas.com"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt;] Rex Raptor&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://ikira.pitas.com"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt;] Seto Kaiba&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Weevil Underwood&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://melkoshi.pitas.com/"&gt;X&lt;/a&gt;] Mai Valentine&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.torn-flame.net/"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt;] Espa Roba&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://kikoakhn.diaryland.com"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt;] Rishid/Odion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-93395866?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/93395866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/93395866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#93395866' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-93377234</id><published>2003-04-27T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T20:48:35.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/Z/Zyrus/1045958031_YugiohJoey.jpg" border="0" alt="You are Joey. Arrogant and Lucky"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Joey. You are very arrogant but you have&lt;br&gt;the luck..i mean skill to back it up. You like&lt;br&gt;to act tough but you actually just a big softy&lt;br&gt;at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Zyrus/quizzes/What%20Yugioh%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Yugioh character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD... HYOZANRYU WAS ON THE QUIZ! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/B/Bakurasgurl4eva/1048213082_csotogi_12.jpg" border="0" alt="Otogi"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are The one and only: Duke Devlin. You're hot,&lt;br&gt;Girls go crazy for you, you're hot,a little,&lt;br&gt;cocky, hot, good-hearted, and did i mention&lt;br&gt;that you're hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Bakurasgurl4eva/quizzes/What%20sexy%20person%20from%20yugioh%20r%20u%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What sexy person from yugioh r u?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I luff that picture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-93377234?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/93377234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/93377234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#93377234' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-93353646</id><published>2003-04-27T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T12:02:53.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=right&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WIN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;;;;;;; Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/Mikenno/1045527072_bakuraeye1.jpg" border="0" alt="bakuraeye"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have Bakura's eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Mikenno/quizzes/Which%20Yu-Gi-Oh%20Eye%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Yu-Gi-Oh Eye are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahaha. Non-Kaiba Results...! *victory sign*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;;;;; There I go mentioning him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyozanryu is now my signature Card. All shall fear it's crappy stats for a level 7. [2100/2800]......... better than Dark Magician...&gt;&gt;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-93353646?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/93353646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/93353646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#93353646' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-93330519</id><published>2003-04-26T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T22:39:38.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=right&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Kaiba Brothers are asses. All Three of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest to God. ~_~;;;  They are too easy to become obsessed over.... Ever since YGO was aired in Canada, ONE of them has been at least ONE of my main obsessions... [except for a that break where Weevil took over Mokuba's role]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaah.... *throws Noa's Boot/Shoe thing at you* &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIGHT OTOGI! FIIIIIGHT! x_X;;; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-93330519?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/93330519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/93330519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#93330519' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-93330331</id><published>2003-04-26T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T22:34:49.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your Q Score is: 7&lt;br /&gt;The Q score ideally should be as small as possible, indicating maximum agreement among elements. However, even a tiny Q score may not mean optimal functioning, since all four elements may in fact be relatively undeveloped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Primary Mythical Creature&lt;br /&gt;Air Types&lt;br /&gt;The main strength of the Air types is intellect. The second element indicates the most probable focus for this intellectual activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pegasus&lt;br /&gt;Air and Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrologically associated with Libra and the Seventh House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegasus types are theorists who aim to achieve in reality what they conceive with the mind. They are perfectionists who strive to produce order from what they regard as the chaos around them. They detest disorder and ugliness and have a particular flair for creating beautiful surroundings in which to live. They can be highly original and possibly eccentric. They are curious and open-minded but will require convincing evidence to back up ideas. They show exceptional organizational ability. Although they are among the least outgoing of the types they are very concerned with promoting social harmony. Their ability to be objective and impartial makes them popular as fair-minded arbiters of disputes. They are extremely independent and can seem emotionally distant.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Shadow Creature&lt;br /&gt;Water Types&lt;br /&gt;All the Water types have problems relating to feelings and closeness. The weakest element indicates the main focus of these problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Chimera&lt;br /&gt;Water and Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shadow is apathetic, unmotivated, and lacking direction. They are frightened of change because they are rooted in the past. For them the pain of the past lives on in the present as if bad things are happening now. They feel hurt and angry over this sense of injustice but are unable to recognize why. The things that other people do in the present are blamed for the pain that belongs in the past. They are antisocial and vengeful, but deep down they want to be accepted. Since they blame others for making them unhappy, they keep everyone at bay. They are hypersensitive and insensitive, possessive and rejecting. The biggest obstacle of weak Fire is to overcome anger and aggression; the biggest obstacle of weak Water is to overcome insensitivity and alienation. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-93330331?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/93330331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/93330331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#93330331' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-93179807</id><published>2003-04-24T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T07:50:14.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mwahahaha...&gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know why I had that stupid dream.....SOMEONE was listening to too much Daniel Bedingfield... shit... oh wait.... you just got another excuse to laugh at me... *aims flamethrower at you* Laugh and I torch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I still don't know why it had to be Seto... WHY!? WHY THE HELL DID I HAVE A DREAM ABOUT SETO KAIBA!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-93179807?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/93179807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/93179807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#93179807' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-93174870</id><published>2003-04-24T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T17:10:55.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=right&gt;&lt;b&gt;... The only thing worse than Jounochi: Kaiba...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Yami... or Yugi... or *continues to name random characters*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geee.... for a Fourteen-years-and-6-hours-old person, I have really stupid dreams.... involving people I don't really like, nonetheless...--;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started really odd and irrelevant, and not worth talking about. 1) It involved Ms. Sheldon; I don't like her. 2) We were at an afterschool meeting for a DUEL MONSTERS team; Scary cause I swear the school wanted to ban those.... 3) for Some demented reason, Louise, Phoebe [Shutup, not a typo], and I decided NOT to try and make the team...and went to West Ed Mall.... well... Phoebe doesn't even duel, but Louise and I do. Damn. They even had the Dueling disks there.... and VERSION TWO, DANGIT.... ~_~;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Mall, Louise, like normal, buys about a billion cards.... Okay, exaggeration there, obviously. She spends about a hundred bucks on them everytime we go. She's like the Seto Kaiba... and some reason, didn't have her three Blue-Eyes White Dragons in her deck... [actually, it's quite obvious why, but it was odd at the time.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Dueled. We Dueled some more. Phoebe got her ass kicked a couple of times. I got my ass kicked twice, and Louise twice as well... Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, anyways. When we had to go, Louise called and met up with *insert name here that I'm not allowed to put in here, ends with laudia...&gt;&gt;;* her cousin, and Mokuba... o_O;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some crap happened that I have no clue, since my dreams tend to JUMP. And the lot of us ended up hitching a ride in Seto's limo..... [No comment there.......]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate limos. Really I do. This coming from someone who loves hospitals, you can ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... I don't even need a ride from West Ed... I live a block away from it... -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But appearantly, I don't in the dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Yes. For most of the ride I had my head down and buried in my hands, which probably should have gotten me in trouble for bad posture, but as far as I was concerned, no one gave a damn. [I felt really awkward in a limo. and you would too if it was Seto Kaiba's]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except Phoebe. She started guessing what the hell was wrong, and eventually hit something else, *whispsers a string of words*. I nodded and pointed at Seto, not in a 'stick my arm out in accusation' way mind you.... Louise went "WHOA!" Like I did when I got Necrofear, and (louise's cousin) just stares [at louise for her outburst, I think she was busy daydreaming] followed by laughing from Phoebe and Mokuba....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistake number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got really scary after that... not the good scary like Seto going all homicidal, scary like in a romantic moment of a Mary Sue ficcie....&gt;&gt;;;;;;;;;;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go into detail there. I feel dirty... Lord have mercy... ~_~;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: I woke up to my alarm clock going berserk. Thank the lord for 6 AM, and alarm clocks... Except I didn't get a chance to dunk my head in Holy water/ disinfectant.... maybe I'll go do that now for the hell of it. *runs off to the bathroom*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-93174870?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/93174870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/93174870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#93174870' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-93082620</id><published>2003-04-22T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T18:36:27.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note the bet was that MYSTICAL ELF... *left out the elf by accident* fixes them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-93082620?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/93082620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/93082620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#93082620' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-92990501</id><published>2003-04-21T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T09:48:20.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know. *is too lazy to make a subject thing* , That Noa thingie fits well with the colour scheme of my layout. *will make a version 4.9* don't ask why a nine.And that wasn't my quiz result, if you remember WAY back when, I got Seto on that. I just screwed around with the quiz till I got Noa....&gt;&gt;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-92990501?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/92990501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/92990501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#92990501' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-92964029</id><published>2003-04-20T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T21:11:27.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/yahabibi/quizzes/Which%20Psychotically%20Deranged%20Yugioh%20Guy%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/Y/yahabibi/1043975354_Anoahpsycho.GIF" border="0" alt="Noah Kaiba"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Psychotically Deranged Yugioh Guy Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno... I just wanted to show everyone this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-92964029?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/92964029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/92964029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#92964029' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-92961388</id><published>2003-04-20T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T20:18:37.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=right&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOA KAIBA!! ^^;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have been a bit obsessive. Shhhht...&gt;&gt;; Back info. Oh my god, this character is one big terrible Pun...XD&lt;br /&gt;Noa Kaiba:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noa Kaiba died at age 12, he was hit by a truck and his memory, his mind, was sealed in to a ball memory thing inside a Super Computer where he was to grow up mentally while Gazuburo brought up a body for him to later inhabit. (This body is Seto Kaiba, Haha, Seto's a puppet... again.) &lt;br /&gt;The reason Seto is picked is the striking likeness to Noa, this makes the take-over easier (for some reason) and basically that is why Seto is abused as a child and trained so hard to be cold and strong. So that later Noa could have his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: Seto and Noa are the same Age, They look like brothers but are only related via their last name... Well... not anymore seeing as Noa, the hologram, is now technically... Very very very very young...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things in this ideal go horribly wrong. For Noa. He started to go insane, who wouldn't? Being JUST a computer memory?, this makes him come up with some crazy ideas like that humans are stupid and that a new era needs to come in to being with a smarter race, he also thinks he is a God. He wants to use Kaiba Corp. to make millitary weapons like his dad. But. Gazuburo is an evil tycoon but he did not share his sons ideas of destorying all humans in a mass genocide and so he sunk his sons computer thing in a high-tech ship thing under the sea, leaving it there to rot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noa becomes even more vengeful, because Gazuburo turns to Seto and brings him up as his son instead of Noa. Noa finds out about Seto via surfing inside the web, literally, being computer data. He learns all about Seto's deck, his stratergy and from this Noa decides to beat the World Champ (Pride and Kaiba Corp. On the line) &lt;br /&gt;So Noa wants revenge, on Seto. Thus this is how the Noa arc started. [hahaha... there's the pun. He was dropped in a ship to rot, and... yeah... I'll shut up now...&gt;&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hypnotises Mokuba in to believing that Seto used him and that Noa was his "big Brother" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seto: ¬_¬ *Kicks Noa* I hate you&lt;br /&gt;Noa: Mwuaahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Seto calls the Blue Eyes during his duel with Noa and makes Mokuba remember with the infamous dragon he is then forced to lose and is turned to stone, unable to hold his little brother Poor Mokuba was crying! How evil is Noa? Very, which is why we all love him.... maybe not...&gt;&gt;; 10 bucks says Mystical does her freaky crap again and fixes Seto... o_O; She usually DOES...! &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noa's deck is so cool... SPIRITS... like Maliks... kind of... Just... better... o_O; his dragon sits and laughs at Blue eyes..... literally. 3100 Defense, and Defense position is kneeling and covering yourself with wings/tail/shield/anything else that can defend you. and 2800/2900? Shit... o_O;;; I want his spirit deck now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ryuuji Otogi&lt;/b&gt;: Still prettiest. Still Unappreciated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Insector Haga:&lt;/b&gt; Just got his ass kicked by Noa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-92961388?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/92961388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/92961388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#92961388' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-92585394</id><published>2003-04-14T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T07:58:19.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=Right&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE SEAGULLS INVADE!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I woke up to this morning? A huge flock of white and grey seagulls. No my alarm didn't wake me up, I turned that off, the incessant squawking of the birds. Magpies are less annoying....they don't travel in flocks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of birds, The Penguin is now in Ha. ^^ yay. But now, there are too many characters for me know what is going on...&gt;&gt;; AND THE SPENCER DOES NOT "PLUNK" DOWN ON A SEAT....! &gt;_&lt;; ;silayhfckSL... I must go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-92585394?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/92585394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/92585394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#92585394' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-92498628</id><published>2003-04-12T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T13:39:38.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=right&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm BLOGGING!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maha Vailos have invaded my Dueling deck... the Tribute one at least. I only use One MV in my non-tribute Deck cause she absorbs too many of my equip cards, but I can tribute her when i need to and get my equipments back in Tribute Duels. Yes, I have 3 Axes of Despair, Only one was from a booster though.. I spent 30 on the other 2 [total].... And a set of Malevolent Nuzzlers, United We stand-Power of Teamwork [I'm aware Power of Teamwork isn't part of the name, and that it's just the japanese name, but it sounds better], and a couple of Mage Powers... AKA 2,  and a HoL and a SoDS... The last two suck. Horn of Light is only there to save the crappy defense monsters from Block attack. Yes, People still use block attack, and SoDS is there for when I run short on LP and Magicians of Faith and can't bring the others back. NOTE: I use the 15 card sidedeck... Properly, might I add... Most people either don't follow the limit or the number rule. As I don't have enough cash to make two different decks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I can't draw. Which is why I haven't been able to upload any crap on DA or some site of the like. By the gods, I can't even draw my own OC...-_-;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jounochi Katsuya- Needs to Accept his own doggy Nature. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-92498628?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/92498628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/92498628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#92498628' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-92190410</id><published>2003-04-07T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T13:37:43.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/Z/Zephrylus/1049518277_istofSkill.jpg" border="0" alt="You're the Duelist of Skill! "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;You're the Duelist of Skill!&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;You go!&lt;br&gt;n_n You earn that great win!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Zephrylus/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Yu-Gi-Oh%20Duelist%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Yu-Gi-Oh Duelist Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture scares me...&gt;&gt;; I was looking at the other results, and The Bakura one and the Weevil one is disturbing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-92190410?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/92190410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/92190410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#92190410' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-92108410</id><published>2003-04-06T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T15:05:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=right&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Oh, Ra! WHY HAST THOU FORSAKEN ME!' Or 'I want my Plushie Back'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, That's right. HAND OVER THE PLUSHIE YOU THIEVES! THE PLUSHIIIIIIIE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I... know how I'm gonna die now. but YOU can't know it or else it will turn out differently XD... I'm too lazy to type any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ryuuji Otogi:&lt;/b&gt; Malik Rescued from cave. His eyes no longer existant however. Otogi Still Prettiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Insecter Haga:&lt;/b&gt;Wears His Dub name on Shirt. Found to be adorable. [Yes, Weevil is the name of some sort of Bug, Though I think the bug on his Shirt is actually a scarab]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-92108410?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/92108410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/92108410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#92108410' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-91953453</id><published>2003-04-03T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T18:31:16.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=right&gt;&lt;b&gt;Am I over Blogging?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"*Makes whipping noises*  Whipped already Mitchell?  Boy, wifey works fast!" ~Johnny says:&lt;br /&gt;Bakura - The most pretty&lt;br /&gt;Yami Bakura - good looking&lt;br /&gt;Malik - down right fucken sexy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Lets do this quickly. *Drugs the three guys, Disfigures bakura's face via Surgical Means so he doesn't even look like a Human anymore, shaves Yami bakura's Hair Off and saws off his legs in the process, and jabs Pens in Malik's Eyes and Traps him in a Rancid Cave in the middle of No where*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. New Stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ryuuji Otogi&lt;/b&gt;: Prettiest By Far. Majority of Competition disfigured and lost, Now He'll be Prettiest forever Until Further Notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Insecter Haga&lt;/b&gt;: Some of Dueling Competition Kicked. One of Main Adorability competitors Disfigured. he shall Rule all in the Area of Adorability soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yami no Yuugi&lt;/b&gt;: Needs to be Banished forever in Shadow Realm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-91953453?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91953453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91953453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#91953453' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-91952805</id><published>2003-04-03T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T18:23:10.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weevil's Got SKILLS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahah! Weevil's the only person to have kicked my ass to date in Eternal Duelist Soul. And I BARELY lose to yami Bakura too... But... That's not getting my ass kicked, now is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side Notes, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ryuuji Otogi&lt;/b&gt;: Still Prettiest, By far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Insecter Haga&lt;/b&gt;: Still Adorable. Has kickass Dueling ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yami no Yuugi&lt;/b&gt;: Wanker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-91952805?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91952805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91952805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#91952805' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-91951873</id><published>2003-04-03T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T18:01:19.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=right&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can't think of a witty subject&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-chan, you even said you are beginning to hate Yaoi due to it's Extremely High Popularity and lack of sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, &lt;a href="http://sinharvest.pitas.com/"&gt;Zuza&lt;/a&gt; IS PLOTTING K-chan's, Leisha's, and My DEMISE in an AU YGO fanfic...! Well, Her and Malik at least... Like... like... making K-chan go INSANE by having Malik use his Rod to Control random characters into obsene acts of yaoi...!  Like... err.. *looks around* Rex/Joey! o_o;;;;;; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or making me Go Insane... by...err... SPRAYING WEEVY [yes, I am going to start calling him that now] WITH BUG SPRAY AND GIVING OTOGI CREEPY VISIONS OF THE DOWNFALL OF HIS CAREER....! AND- *stops* I just realized by freaking out, i am Giving Zuza IDEAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER! *hands Otogi a suitcase full of random weapons* He can protect himself...&gt;&gt;; JUST LOOK into his pretty forest green eyes, Zuza... and LEARN you can't hurt him! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why does he need his weapons? MALIK. WE MUST DESTROY HIM! Now, Weevil has No Defenses aside from His duel deck and Butterfly catching net... o_O; Ahh... Not even a hoarde of Fangirls to protect him... though if fangirls were in this... Malik would be all powerful...-___-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER! [How many times did I say that Today?] NEVER SHALL ZUZA DRIVE ME INSANE VIA THE VILE WAYS OF THE RARE HUNTERS' SECRETS! NEVER! *runs off dragging weevil, and George II the tarantula on her head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side Note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ryuuji Otogi:&lt;/b&gt; Still Prettiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Insecter Haga&lt;/b&gt;: Still Adorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-91951873?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91951873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91951873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#91951873' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-91931009</id><published>2003-04-03T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T11:22:30.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artificial-soul.net/test/bishounen/" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.artificial-soul.net/test/bishounen/tragic.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artificial-soul.net/test/bishounen/index.html" target="new"&gt;What type of Bishounen are you?&lt;/a&gt; Find out at &lt;a href="http://www.artificial-soul.net" target="new"&gt;artificial-soul.net&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.artificial-soul.net/strange" target="new"&gt;Rin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick Quiz. And it LIES..&gt;&gt;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-91931009?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91931009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91931009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#91931009' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-91930745</id><published>2003-04-03T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T11:17:45.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=right&gt;&lt;b&gt;"He'll never be able to resist MY power of Seduction and Charm!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD! IMAGINE WEEVIL SAYING THAT! Ahhh.... That voice... in my mind... o_o; It's hilarious. It's actually a line from a &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1292422"&gt;Fanfic&lt;/a&gt;. a Yaoi One, but I've never been one to hate Or Like a fic based around the fact that it's Yaoi. Unlike &lt;a href="http://fate.xantonium.com"&gt;K-chan&lt;/a&gt; I don't hate it, and Unlike Some other people, I don't love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're gonna ask about the "anti all Pairings" Thing in my side bar, that simply means I am not being all Girly and loving anything with 2 people falling in love then having tragedy strike and blahblahblah. In Layman's terms: I don't like any fanfic that involves 2 people loving eachother and not wanting to fess up. Wait, that's different. Fine. I don't like either. &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, back to the fanfic: WEEVIL'S SEME! XD! I find that so very... strange. In a Rex/Weevil relationship, yes. Very. o_o; You're right Weevil, what is with all the Flags of England that say Made in China on them? Why the hell isn't England making their own flags? *continues to rant*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-91930745?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91930745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91930745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#91930745' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-91801236</id><published>2003-04-01T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T16:25:01.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=right&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brothers suck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this was in my  DA journal too.. but meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~_~; Yes, the Loser that is David Tan calls me a cheater just cause I am Beating him in a duel. HE WAS THE ONE ADDING THE LIFEPOINTS AND THINGS, I wasn't allowed to use Solemn wishes' Effect just cause I didn't tell him to add the Lifepoints the instant I drew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the first few turns I activated it, I was adding the 500 Lp per draw. but nooo... I had to be called a CHEATER because I was using a COMMON CARD TO SAVE MY ASS! So i let him add the 500 to my LP by himself. so he does it, and then after a couple of turns of doing so, and refusing to add because I never told him to add when I drew, He checked my lifepoints: 9300. It wasn't _ME_ cheating when HE accidentally added 5000 during one of the turns and never realized it. So I subtract 4500, and i'm down to 4800. He looks: "You were NEVER That high" Just because he was only at 1450 Lifepoints. SO he makes me subtract 3000 FOR NO REASON WHATSOEVER. And then I eventually DO beat him, and he demands a rematch cause I "cheat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Rematch. I draw my 5 cards: Tribute to the doomed, Change of heart, Hysteric Fairy, Shining Abyss, and Man-Eater Bug. Great. I let him my cousin go first [cause it was now a three way, free for all duel]  he sets 2 cards. My brother goes, he just GOES on my turn, and card destructs me. Okay. I could tolerate the first turn cheating, but when i redraw, I get: Raigeki, 7 coloured Fish, Magician of Faith, Witch of the Black Forest, and 7 tools of the Bandit. Great. I can live with this hand. So I set my Witch, 7 tools, and end my turn. My cousin activates Respect Play [Which I hate...]. we all show our hands. David looks at it, looks in my graveyard, and Looks at both my Face downs [damn it, That cheating skank] And says I "rigged the Cards" HOW THE EFF CAN I RIG MY CARDS AFTER A DUEL AND AFTER EVERYONE SPENT ABOUT 5 MINUTES SHUFFLING EACH OTHERS DECKS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So I get Disqualified because i had a better Opening 10 cards.  I am so mad, my hands are shaking. THEY ARE SHAKING! I DON'T GET THAT MAD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I storm off to my room, I was able to control it well enough NOT to slam my door, But I can just HEAR THEM LAUGHING AT ME... I CAN! THEIR INCESSANT LAUGHING AT ME! SAYING HOW THEY ARE SO PROUD THAT THEY CAUGHT ME CHEATING AND HOW THEY ARE SO GREAT. AND I BET THEY ARE SAYING HOW PEOPLE LIKE ME RUIN THE GAME. THEY DIDN'T EVEN PUT EFFORT INTO THEIR DECKS! They take all my unused good cards and stick em into their decks, they bought the starters and built a deck using all 4. And then Alan [Cousin] Spent the whole drawing and arguing part of todays second duel saying I "lost their cards" More like Lost my own cards I gave them and took back. And now they wants to TAKE my good cards like Raigeki, and Barrel Dragon, and Tributes to the doomed [as in Both of them]. So SOMEONE GO HIRE AN ASSASIN AND KILL MY BROTHER AND COUSIN! *stomps off pissed* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-91801236?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91801236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91801236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#91801236' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-91788091</id><published>2003-04-01T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T11:30:13.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm... Zuza said to move to Pitas... But after checking it out, I think I might like blogger a little better.... even if it's dying... &gt;_&gt;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-91788091?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91788091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91788091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#91788091' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-91785885</id><published>2003-04-01T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T10:50:29.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=right&gt;&lt;b&gt;Haha, I have Jonouchi Dreams! o_O;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I have Jonouchi Dreams. As In I dream about Jonochi, and appearantly I shout/talk in my sleep... ~_~; I MUST SUPRESS MY SHOUTING! o_O; I dream pretty strange and disturbing stuff... Wouldn't want to be shouting about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I DID Dream about Jou and it was strange.... o_O; And I get the strange urge to Call him Jou-kun, even if I shouldn't. Anyways, It was strange because it was a CardCaptor Sakura Crossover as well... [Ewww... I HATE CCS almost as much as Marmalade Boy and Kadocha, but that's aside from the point]... and there was Eriol, and Sakura... I have no clue how Jou tied in with the storyline, but he did...o_o;;; Hell, Why wasn't Mako there too? After all, it was the Beach... Oh well... I wil go give myself amnesia because Jou+Eriol+Sakura in a Magical Dream is a disturbing concept. &gt;&gt;; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-91785885?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91785885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91785885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#91785885' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-91785317</id><published>2003-04-01T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T10:28:44.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=Right&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fear Me, I am Seto Kaiba!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Seto Kaiba!&lt;br /&gt;Your only excuse for your insanity is your troubled&lt;br&gt;past. Angst is your middle name and you have a&lt;br&gt;serious problem with jealousy and depression.&lt;br&gt;Although this fuels your outbursts of psychosis&lt;br&gt;and obsessive-compulsiveness, deep inside&lt;br&gt;you're really a caring person. heh heh.&lt;br&gt;Congratulations! You're officially mental!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/yahabibi/quizzes/Which%20Psychotically%20Deranged%20Yugioh%20Guy%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;Which Psychotically Deranged Yugioh Guy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall Smite This soon. &gt;_&gt;; I coulda sworn to god I'd have gotten Pegasus... he scares me... but he's cool... *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/Y/YamiJessi/1043144309_uiz_result.JPG" border="0" alt="Seto"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're most like Seto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/YamiJessi/quizzes/Of%20Duels%2C%20sexuality%2C%20and%20monsters%2C%20aka%20which%20Yugioh%20Character%20do%20you%20mirror%20in%20sexuality%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Of Duels, sexuality, and monsters, aka which Yugioh Character do you mirror in sexuality?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD, Nooooo Comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PsychoticYoshi/1044915667_tuffseto43.jpg" border="0" alt="Seto Kaiba is MINE"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Seto Kaiba! The only thing wrong with this guy is&lt;br&gt;he can be a little obsessed! Make sure YOU are&lt;br&gt;his main obsession, and you two will have it&lt;br&gt;great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PsychoticYoshi/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20ideal%20(male)%20Yugioh%20b%2Ff%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What is your ideal (male) Yugioh b/f??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... o_o; Now the Kaiba results are following me. First It was Harry Potter [ew. *shudder*] Then Malik [...No comment]... and Now seto. &gt;_&gt;; Now you can all see how my personality shifts like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-91785317?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91785317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91785317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#91785317' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-91745421</id><published>2003-03-31T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T17:36:56.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=right&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slashy as Hell AND Character Clones suck&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDXD! Oh my God... I saw the episode nine days ago, But that Bakura and Malik part is still hilarious...! But only to me... you see... I'm easily amused... But Imagine it this way without the context and little details: Malik Driving in alley way, Bakura steps in his path Stopping Malik, Bakura then... Oh shit... How do I word it? well, yeah. If you saw it, You know what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakura the Flasher... XD... I'm done. o_o; I find that disturbing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Character clones suck ass. I saw a Fanfic with an Otogi clone. But was a female [doi]. Remind me to hunt the person down and shoot them. She had the exact same personality, hair, Eyes, interests... Blahblahblah... And they virtually ripped off Dungeon dice Monsters Part one. I feel sorry for Jounochi now... He was so sadly OOC yet still somehow still  In character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's stuff like that that makes me hate OC's. But I don't totally despise them... yet. It's the decent OC's that make me keep the faith. Dawn is not one of them. I hate Dawn's Hardcore Mary Sue ness. Shht. I don't mind Dawnie-chan though... Just her OC's... And if you read this, Dawn. Take no offense. Or Do. I don't care. i need to voice it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-91745421?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91745421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91745421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#91745421' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-91731180</id><published>2003-03-31T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T13:13:58.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=right&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Layout&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! IT's NOT TALA ANYMORE! WOOHOO! XD, I'm sane. It doesn't hurt the eyes as much anymore either... ~_~; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Now, when the CSS breaks, You can actually read the stuff. Same with when the background breaks. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one cares though. I think The top image is too busy. CHECK OUT MY SAD MOUSE CONTROL! And there is one Jappie character that was done holding the shift button. Can you tell which one? XD. Gimme till the end of the week to change it to the 'Submission to the Yu-Gi-Oh Theme' as K-chan so nicely termed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-91731180?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91731180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91731180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#91731180' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-91678205</id><published>2003-03-30T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T17:59:22.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SpazMatazz/1042697582_swindgddss.jpg" border="0" alt="Goddess of Wind"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Goddess of Wind, calm and cool and under control.&lt;br&gt;You don't like getting personal with too many&lt;br&gt;people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SpazMatazz/quizzes/What%20element%20would%20you%20rein%20over%3F%20(For%20Girls)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What element would you rein over? (For Girls)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahha. I'm sane. o_o; oh SHIT. Cousin running off with Gameboy Advance SP. *chases and stabs him*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-91678205?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91678205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91678205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#91678205' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-91553732</id><published>2003-03-28T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T08:32:55.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=Right&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bleh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GBA games suck. They are so terribly slow... o_o; Err... OKAY, just the YGO ones. Good job wasting 20 minutes announcing "COM Turn" or "1P Turn" every couple of minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternal Duelist Soul seems to GLUE itself to rules... Pointing out EACH phase, ASKING to draw, Attack, or End turn, ASKING to see if you really want to tribute a monster to summon... ~_~; Wasting my time. KISS MY DUELIST ASS, YUGI! YOU SUCK ASS..&gt;_&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-chan is sticking me in her fic again. I have no control over what she does. Now I feel like a Puppet. In that case, I'll be.. PSYCHO PUPPET! *paints Kanji for Death on self and dances* XD... that card scares me to no end. FEAR THE 2000 Attack [or something like that] Ritual. I can't remember. I haven't played Forbidden Memories in Forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-91553732?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91553732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91553732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#91553732' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-91344628</id><published>2003-03-25T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T11:31:15.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=right&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weee!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a SPENCER centered ficcie! *dances* Though... There's a bit of... um... Tala/Boris in there.... But I can ignore that.... and they don't know how to stick with one language. o_o; They call Tala Yuri, and everyone else by their dubbie names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And After a while, you kind of forget that it's about Spencer.... -_______-; Oh well. MY SEARCH CONTINUES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-91344628?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91344628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91344628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#91344628' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-91312887</id><published>2003-03-24T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T16:51:56.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLOWN SUIT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually. Me being turned into my favourite card would involve me in Tight Dark Blue leather, Pink Straps, and a Hemlet That could break my neck....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God knows I'd rather be in A Purple and... red.. Clown suit than Leather. But The sceptre is cool. 'sides, they are pretty much tied for first. *hugs Magician of Black chaos* ^^; *Gets impaled on staff* Right. I remember why I like saggi. He's a bit more huggable than the 'Monster that is here only cause the pharoah is in debt of..' something. Or was that Lustre soldier? No. Luster soldier is the one that 'Is like a Possessed Reaper hacking down everything in it's way and some things that aren't' *removes Staff from Middle and bashes MoBC over the head with it and runs like hell*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-91312887?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91312887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91312887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#91312887' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-91238867</id><published>2003-03-23T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T13:03:09.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new clique code scares me. Yes. well. o____o; Just agree with it and it won't kill you. I mean... yess...&gt;&gt;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-91238867?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91238867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91238867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#91238867' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-91159672</id><published>2003-03-21T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T18:56:40.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/Arannon/1044661157_WithDagger.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x84dae2c)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marik's yami!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ooh, vicious! You are Yami Marik! Unlike the other yamis you did not exist in Ancient Egypt. Instead, you were born from the pain and anger the 11-year-old Marik Ishtar felt when he saw his friend and caretaker Rishid being brutally hurt by Mr. Ishtar. He was overwhelmed with fury, and the result was you. You killed Marik's father and were ready to kill Rishid as well, but Marik reclaimed his senses just in time. I'll bet you think that you missed out on a whole lot of fun. You are a bitter, heartless person. You care for no one, and it's safe to say no one cares about you. That doesn't matter. You can just kill them, right? It's too bad you're so violent, because you look really good. Ah well, that's life. Congratulations on being the most powerful person ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Arannon/quizzes/Whose%20Yami%20Are%20You%3F%20(Yu-Gi-Oh!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Whose Yami Are You? (Yu-Gi-Oh!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me likes that piccie. o_o; Seriously, that was the first thing that popped into my head. SHIT. Must not revert back to lowly conformist Malik-fan. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-91159672?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91159672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91159672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#91159672' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-91159172</id><published>2003-03-21T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T18:57:22.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=right&gt;&lt;b&gt;*chants*Dukie! Dukie! *hides from K-chan*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/Arannon/1045961924_-all-happy.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x86b5530)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU ARE A TRUE MARIK&lt;br&gt;FAN!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; Well done! I applaud you!&lt;br&gt;You understand that, although Marik is good-&lt;br&gt;looking, he does have a personality and a&lt;br&gt;history that go along with the face. Chances&lt;br&gt;are, you're more knowledgeable about him than&lt;br&gt;most people. Marik deserves some respect and&lt;br&gt;you KNOW it! You are a true fan, and as such&lt;br&gt;you deserve that cute picture of an ecstatic&lt;br&gt;young Marik Ishtar. Only a dedicated fan like&lt;br&gt;yourself could make him that happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Arannon/quizzes/What%20Kind%20Of%20Marik%20(Malik)%20Fan%20Are%20You%3F%20(Yu-Gi-Oh!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind Of Marik (Malik) Fan Are You? (Yu-Gi-Oh!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resent that. RESENT. if THAT'S a cute picture, I don't want to know what you people think is adorable. Worms? Tysons? *throws dice at him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have picked up the habit. and now wasted about 25 bucks on Die to throw at people... and they step on it and MAN I'd like to stuff one down their throat for doing so. Or I challenge them to a duel and win in 10 turns or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or Not. all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP KATSUYA! o_O; I find his voice to be very annoying. Both of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pokes K-chan and Zuza* I am working on the new layout. Otogi+... some other stuff... Still working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green tea Ice cream is Yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything I've been eating lately is either Green or white. Rice. Seaweed. Green Tea Ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Otogi needs better cheerleaders. *Forces Their Pom-Poms down their throats* Indeed. *runs off to Hide* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-91159172?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91159172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91159172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#91159172' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-91104852</id><published>2003-03-20T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T21:14:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I am faking a subject line &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then. OC YAMI's CAN KISS MY ASS! o_O;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I am claiming to be so great I do not need a hunk of Metal from 5000 Years ago to CHEAT. [I sound like a Kaiba] &gt;&gt;; Yet I am on a losing streak and the only person I seem to be able to beat is my Brother.... and His Pegasus Replica-deck. [Or not.] o_O; What does that tell you about Pegasus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louise's Friend has a weevil Replica.... and It kicks the shit out of everyone so badly, it's funny. Weevil's such a cute little pain in the ass. *throws the Green Goat Token at him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT SCAPEGAT TODAY! *dances* I now seek Warren's Graverobber.. and John's TWO dark Necrofears, and Louise's Mage Power(s). And All the other cards I'll buy by myself from a hobby shop. Yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-91104852?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91104852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/91104852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#91104852' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-90770985</id><published>2003-03-15T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T10:48:04.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am about to rant about... The YGO card game evilness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. I will. You just WAIT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I got my cards together....&gt;&gt;; Firstly, I will Tell the dubbies that When i say Osiris, I mean Slifer. You know... the double effect God card... with the 2 mouths... and the tiny little feet...? o_O;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;; Right. well. Aside from the fact God cards are forbidden from duels and tournaments here, The Combo Yami Pulled off would have made him LOSE. Hoha! o_O; Well. Revival Jam's effect is something like [I don't know about the wording... eff that, just let me get my point across] When this Monster is sent to the graveyard pay &lt;b&gt;1000 lifepoints&lt;/b&gt; to special Summon it in face up defense position. It's Position cannot be changed the same turn. AND Card of Safe Return SHOULD be [And I know this, cause i got it last night... it is the most useless Ultra rare, but that's not the point] When a Monster is special summoned from the graveyard to the Field, Draw one card. Yugi would have lost more lifepoints than Strings have drawn cards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought brain control was a one or two turn thing... but... then again... that was the same turn.. &gt;&gt;;. And, I do realize that The above card effects are based on OUR version of the cards and are, therefore different. But think about it this way: Osiris's second effect is worded like "Decrease the attack of ALL your opponents Monsters by 2000" Which they left alone [which is good] But Then Revival Jam CAN'T be allowed to come back BECAUSE Of the zero attack thing. [Normally it's 1500]. Remember Joey... and the Zombies who keep coming back? And when he changed their attack to zero with Shield and sword, they couldn't come back because they HAD no attack points?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... Whatever. I just refuse to admit Yami Deserves a god card.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-90770985?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/90770985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/90770985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#90770985' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-90553949</id><published>2003-03-11T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T16:33:13.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog needs more quizzies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033888669_ffavoidant.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;avoidant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/rosiekins/quizzes/Which%20Personality%20Disorder%20Do%20You%20Have%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Personality Disorder Do You Have?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-90553949?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/90553949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/90553949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#90553949' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-90552843</id><published>2003-03-11T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T16:11:22.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HUZZAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL SHALL FEAR MY POUCH FULL OF ELASTICS! Watch out, I might be shooting you next. o_o; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have that elliot moose thing stuck in my head... "Elliot Moose..... is on the loose.... elliot moose.... is on the loose..." &gt;_&lt;;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEVI IS A COOL NAAAAAAAAAAME............. Except Devon, Irou's friend, likes it too............. Damn her... wannabe-ism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treiflewyd scares the hell out of me... o_O; Sounds like a chocolate covered worm or something. Maybe JUST a chocolate bar...&gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and her... wannabe angst writer-ism... THE CHOW MUST PAY! *continues trying to sharpen a paper clip*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-90552843?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/90552843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/90552843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#90552843' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-90463109</id><published>2003-03-10T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T08:26:27.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THAT's RIGHT. I AM POSTING! o_o;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&gt;; I forgot what I was going to say. DAMNIT....  Well. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-CHAN! SPENCER STILL HAS NO ROLE IN HA! YOU HAVE THE WHOLE TEAM... even their coach... BUT NO SPENCER! o_O; Oh well. It's too late to rant about it now... You have everything plotted out. *pouts* Poor Spencer. I have yet to find a Spencer-centered Fic... Why I don't write my own? CAUSE I SUCK. *stomps off, pissed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-90463109?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/90463109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/90463109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#90463109' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-90151152</id><published>2003-03-04T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T18:59:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I OWN SPENCER's LAUNCHER! Just cause it's oh so sexy...&gt;&gt;; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-90151152?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/90151152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/90151152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#90151152' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-90026953</id><published>2003-03-02T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T18:51:07.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH... FFR PISSES ME OFF SO MUCH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PLAYED FOR 17 EEKING MINUTES AND MY MAX COMBO on Terror from beyond is ONLY 92! &gt;&lt;; I AM PROBABLY THE CRAPPIEST PLAYER OUT OF THE LOT OF YOU. SEVENTEEN MINUTES... what waste of my life. I'm going to duel. *stomps off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-90026953?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/90026953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/90026953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#90026953' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-89885856</id><published>2003-02-27T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T21:56:16.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fate.xantonium.com"&gt; K-chan&lt;/a&gt; Seems to be glued to the fact that I resemble Ian. Hence the new membership thingie of that Clique. Fear me. I have a entry devoted to an clique.... okay maybe a paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combat Android Zero//Systolic: You're in Hell and you're too stupid to know it. says:&lt;br /&gt;Who do _I_ remind you of?&lt;br /&gt;Stupid society... stupid tempermental children...stupid boys.. -er no offense boys.. says:&lt;br /&gt;anime character?&lt;br /&gt;Combat Android Zero//Systolic: You're in Hell and you're too stupid to know it. says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;Stupid society... stupid tempermental children...stupid boys.. -er no offense boys.. says:&lt;br /&gt;mmm Ian&lt;br /&gt;Combat Android Zero//Systolic: You're in Hell and you're too stupid to know it. says:&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Combat Android Zero//Systolic: You're in Hell and you're too stupid to know it. says:&lt;br /&gt;You aren't gonna let that go, are you?&lt;br /&gt;Stupid society... stupid tempermental children...stupid boys.. -er no offense boys.. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol well.. i was trying to this of a character that was smart ass but not like hyper.. my first thought was Yahiko from Kenshin.. but your not angry enough&lt;br /&gt;Combat Android Zero//Systolic: You're in Hell and you're too stupid to know it. says:&lt;br /&gt;I could be...&gt;&gt;; &lt;br /&gt;Combat Android Zero//Systolic: You're in Hell and you're too stupid to know it. says:&lt;br /&gt;o_O;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid society... stupid tempermental children...stupid boys.. -er no offense boys.. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol well.. yes you could.. I also thought Sanosuke.. but not really.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. There you have it. The "mmm ian" Thing can be interpreted in a very disturbing manner. *backs away from k-chan*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-89885856?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/89885856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/89885856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#89885856' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-89882232</id><published>2003-02-27T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T20:43:29.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found the lyrics for that song thingie... o_O; now I realize just how melodramatic it seems.&gt;&gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"My Immortal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my immortal&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired of being here&lt;br /&gt;suppressed by all of my childish fears&lt;br /&gt;and if you have to leave&lt;br /&gt;i wish that you would just leave&lt;br /&gt;because your presence still lingers here&lt;br /&gt;and it won't leave me alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;this pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;there's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;and i've held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;but you still have all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you used to captivate me&lt;br /&gt;by your resonating light&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;br /&gt;your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams&lt;br /&gt;your voice it chased away all the sanity in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;this pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;there's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;and i've held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;but you still have all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;and though you're still with me&lt;br /&gt;i've been alone all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also now that I realize how much the song "The man without fear" SUCKS ASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways. Kazaa is being an ass. *finally notices the mucus dripping from nose* ... Excuse me. *runs off* .... Tell No one or I will KILL YOU WITH................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PAPER CLIP! [Just like Bullseye]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-89882232?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/89882232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/89882232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#89882232' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-89870046</id><published>2003-02-27T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T17:32:11.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grrr... I feel so effin Sick. I don't ever get sick. x_x; My "nasal hurts" as Louise Phrased it. Oh well. Esther died and I can use that as an excuse for my eyes watering... as they are doing right now. Oh gosh I feel so disrespectful. She's a grade two-er and I'm using her death as an excuse for my eyes to water from a cold. Damnit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Daredevil today. I wanna have Bullseye's skills...! o_O; But he has issues. Killing someone just cause you couldn't hit them with a ninja star. "H-He... Made me MISS. I don't EVER miss...!" &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am shooting elastics at punk-ish gangster-like people that I don't even know. Laura says I sound like a Little Kid who just got their first slingshot. o_O; FEAR ME...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*curses* I can't find my digi-cam! ...&gt;&lt;; If I did have it, I could take a piccie of my MALIK WALLSCROLL [*points and laughs at Zuza cause she doesn't have it*] and stick it here just to piss the deprived fangirls off. I had lost interest in it a long time ago though. &gt;&gt;; Shhht. *hides from the hoarde of angry fangirls* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to DD. I WANT THAT SONG... the one they played... at the funeral... Damnit... They played so many songs I forgot where they played each one. Okay. yes. 3 Songs is alot. Holy assed... o_O That movie hurts my Eyes. Well.. those parts where you see the sonar-style vision of the DareDevil. He's Blind. He has super sharp senses. His hearing acts as his vision as sound bounces off stuff, he can make out the exact shape, size, and location of every object. Yes. Rain is godly to him as "Every Rain drop... makes a sound... as soon as it hits a surface. Then, It is almost like I can see again" or something. &gt;&gt;; My memory sucks ass. ALL FEAR BULLSEYE... as he is "Magic" ...&gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rei vs. Tyson today on beyblade? I dunno. I haven't been watching. I don't watch TV anymore for some reason. *must go back to TV soon*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-89870046?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/89870046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/89870046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#89870046' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-89650157</id><published>2003-02-24T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-24T08:31:16.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Helloooooo....! It's 9. I'm at school. I'm blogging. CLAP. SUMOMO DID HER JOB AND YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO CLAP YOUR HANDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I was watching Chobits again...&gt;&gt;; And when the phone rang, she ran around SCREAMING "PHONECALL" at the top of her lungs for a minute then started yelling "SWITCHING TO ANSWERING MACHINE MODE!" And  then after recording the message, She Grabs Kotoko and starts Yelling That Clap quote.....-_-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, no? &gt;&gt;; AHHHH! MANAGER UEDA IS A MAN TO BE AVOIDED! HE married a persocom who died then he and a HIGHSCHOOLER FALL IN LOVE........... HE IS THIRTY-effin-FIVE! &gt;&lt;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-89650157?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/89650157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/89650157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#89650157' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-89593562</id><published>2003-02-23T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T02:45:50.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes. I think 9 Cliques in one night is enough, don't you? o_o; AND THEY ALL SAY SPENCER! well.. Would...at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-89593562?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/89593562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/89593562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#89593562' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-89592369</id><published>2003-02-23T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T01:48:39.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh look.. the side bar as STUFF in it....&gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, a REAL entry seeing as the last clump was uselss junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a fanficcie going! *gasp* But It's dead after 2 paragraphs! o_O; And magically, I suddenly have this strange obsession with Spencer now... and I Forgot to put the Blog Name in the image thing again. -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep getting Malik on those yu gi oh Quizzes with all the broken images and stuff. I AM NOT LIKE MALIK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And My Boris Plushie is still sitting on my Monitor! ^^; POWER TO BORIS! &gt;&gt;; Yes I am feeling sane. Don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna move to pitas but I am too damn lazy to change about 16 characters on my HTML... I am such a doofus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slamming old metal lockers is fun! Yes I did run around the halls doing that once... The ONE day my Mom was supposed to give me a ride home, she is an hour and a half late. *shakes fist* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Want Tala's scythe now....&gt;&gt;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-89592369?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/89592369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/89592369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#89592369' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-89574696</id><published>2003-02-22T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T17:14:56.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHUSH... I know the top of the image is screwed... and I was too much of a BUM to divide the image up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-89574696?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/89574696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/89574696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#89574696' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-89574535</id><published>2003-02-22T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T17:10:17.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HA! FEAR HIM! o_O;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's liable to become a temporary obsession... all the characters from former layouts have been... but NO. I WON'T LET IT...&gt;&gt;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-89574535?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/89574535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/89574535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#89574535' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-89538136</id><published>2003-02-21T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T21:32:06.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Change of Plans. It's going to be a TALA layout just cause I suck ass at drawing spencer...&gt;&gt;; Not that I am so much as better at drawing Tala...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-89538136?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/89538136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/89538136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#89538136' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-89335504</id><published>2003-02-18T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T15:40:05.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TRUST me... I'll colour the picture for the layout sooner or later... Let me fix some other importanter stuff first...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-89335504?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/89335504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/89335504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#89335504' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-88826640</id><published>2003-02-09T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-09T18:37:15.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/AnimeObsessed/1044133185_iportraits.jpg" border="0" alt="You want to be the best. Even if it means having no friends. But when friendship is flashing in your face, you reluctuntly accept it"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kai-You want to be the best. Even if it means&lt;br&gt;having no friends. But when friendship is&lt;br&gt;flashing in your face, you reluctuntly accept&lt;br&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/AnimeObsessed/quizzes/Which%20Anime%20Bishie%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Anime Bishie Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so... whats the word... QUEER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-88826640?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/88826640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/88826640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#88826640' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-88709361</id><published>2003-02-07T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T07:44:44.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am making a new layout. &gt;_&gt;; Guess who it will be. Spencer. Yep. o_O; The lickable fernhead. &gt;_&gt;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-88709361?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/88709361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/88709361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#88709361' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-88448994</id><published>2003-02-02T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-02T18:36:50.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.luminesce-impression.com/junkiequiz.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.luminesce-impression.com/web.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;what kind of junkie are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwee! o_O; I didn't think i'd get THAT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-88448994?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/88448994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/88448994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#88448994' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-88387925</id><published>2003-02-01T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-01T11:36:10.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joy... I have gotten myself into the biggest mess of my life, at the same time, nailing one of the things on my "To do before I die" List Head on. -_-; But that item should have been nailed when I was SIXTEEN NOT THIRTEEN...&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mess? Make a doujinshi. TO follow someone's FAN FIC. OH THE HUMANITY! &gt;&gt;; *goes off to draw*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-88387925?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/88387925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/88387925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#88387925' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-88265192</id><published>2003-01-30T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-30T05:13:49.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/Scar/1036893958_rytalkorli.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; You speak like Orlando! I will now label you&lt;br&gt;adventurous, open minded, and accident prone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Scar/quizzes/Which%20LotR%20male%20cast%20member%20do%20you%20sound%20like%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which LotR male cast member do you sound like?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now label THIS in the wrong place. It should be in my jorunal, but that's not working... therefore.. it will be in my Anime Bloggie thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-88265192?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/88265192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/88265192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#88265192' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-88246597</id><published>2003-01-29T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T19:46:07.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STUPID Ujournal... it doesn't work worth Crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why are you wasting your time here? You could be having sex with . . . &lt;img border="0" src="http://ghotli.cjb.net/kobito/ken_wksexquiz.jpg" width="252" height="144"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ghotli.cjb.net/kobito/sexquiz.htm"&gt;Which Weiß Kreuz guy could you be having sex with?&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://ghotli.cjb.net/kobito"&gt;Weiß Versa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-88246597?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/88246597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/88246597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#88246597' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-88056285</id><published>2003-01-26T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-26T11:14:55.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so MUCH of an idiot that I have now decided to start a Shrine. The stupid part? I decide to start it when my obsession is Ssssssssssssssssllllllloooooooooowlllllllllyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy fading. &gt;_&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should do one for Spencer instead. XD It'll be the ONLY ONE OUT THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o; To add to my hate of Kai and Rei [Though I don't mind the coupling... &gt;_&gt;;] *shoots them both in the head and gets attacked by 100, 000 Angry Fangirls* Urk. X_x;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-88056285?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/88056285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/88056285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#88056285' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-88035750</id><published>2003-01-25T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-25T21:55:38.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yep. Lookit Me! _I_ Founda  substitute for a client, there fore, i can actually BLOG more than once a month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-88035750?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/88035750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/88035750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#88035750' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-87673663</id><published>2003-01-19T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-19T00:58:39.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Freaky Image of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;Img src="http://www.boomspeed.com/dddestiny/0827_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still... regardless of the freakyness, aint it cute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-87673663?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/87673663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/87673663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#87673663' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-86903699</id><published>2003-01-03T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T18:52:01.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There. I made the ugly Layout. ARE YOU HAPPY YET, YOU UNPLEASABLE EARTH CHILDREN?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&gt;;; Now it has nothing to do with the theme behind this journal. &lt;font size=7&gt;This contains hints of Yaoi&lt;/font&gt; There. The warning is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahaha... that is my Third ever drawing of Johnny. No Not Johnny C, Johnny M. &gt;_&gt;; I haven't drawn Johnny C, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH! OKay, The gun, I could barely fit, so I had to make so he was tapping it on his head. *Mental note: Don't draw guns anymore. you suck.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you missed the old layout, you can see it &lt;a href="http://www.boomspeed.com/dddestiny/Layout1.jpg"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the page doesn't work, hit refresh and/or come back Later. Boomspeed is a Mucho annoying Server.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has any other servers that allow offsite linking, Tell the poor girl that is I. I neeeeed to know. Please and Thankies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-86903699?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/86903699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/86903699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#86903699' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-86801261</id><published>2003-01-01T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-01T15:16:09.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to make a layout witgin the next 24 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit, we have school in 5 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahaha... &gt;&gt;;; I need to bring my muses here some time.. these entries are too short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-86801261?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/86801261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/86801261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#86801261' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-86674992</id><published>2002-12-29T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-29T16:19:14.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still pissing me off like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stabs Blogspot* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL win against you, ALL OF YOU, You will like Yaoi... &gt;&gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... I'm being bored... leave me alone. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-86674992?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/86674992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/86674992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#86674992' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-86638653</id><published>2002-12-28T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-28T15:26:31.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooookay... Let me see here... I got Chapter one of Aeon's fanfics [3 Chapters Long] WITHOUT permission...&gt;&gt;;; Better Link To it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1123749"&gt;All of Who You Are, The Complete R Rated Fanfic &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=294732"&gt;Aeon Starlet, Her Profile, Favourites, and Fiction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: This Fanfic isn't mine, and I technically didn't ask permission to Stick it here. I REAAAAAALLY Hope she doesn't mind... Beyblade isn't mine... As much As I wish both these things are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Of Who You Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his Beyblade safely tucked away in a chest under his bed, Tala moved to look out the tiny barred window of his cell. He could see the pale moon in the stark sky and heaved a sigh, though it was not like anyone heard it. It merely echoed off of empty walls. Aquamarine eyes wandered the dark room aimlessly. He felt so alone. And he was. Separated from his team mates and from his best and closest friend, everything was so lonely. He closed his eyes in a vain attempt to ward away oncoming tears. Not tears of Pain, or sorrow. Tala had learned to block those from his mind many years ago. These new tears were tears of something far worse than pain, and stronger than sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rose with a start from the bed as a key slowly turned in the lock of his cell door with a hollow scrape, causing the hair on the back of his neck to rise. He had to shield his eyes from the glare of the light as the door swung aside revealing the menacing figure of Boris. Tala knew punishment had arrived and fought back the tears that threatened to fall. He could not and would not cry now since the last thing he needed right now was for Boris to see him crying. That would make Punishment worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tala," Boris stated coldly. "You have failed Tala. You know what happens to those who fail do you not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tala Nodded solemnly and hoped he had kept the fear well out of his voice when he spoke his reply. "Yes Sir, they are punished."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boris motioned for Tala to follow him out of the cell and Tala complied without protest. He kept his gaze straight forward, his eyes never moving. Tala was going to make sure no one saw the fear he had hidden so deep within. He knew what would follow this long walk. First there would be embarrassment as he was demeaned and verbally abused, deemed unworthy and insulted. Then came the humiliation, as he would be stripped of all clothes, and severely beaten, and of course there was always an audience. To make matters worse, usually Boris carried out the punishments and when the pain became unbearable, he would continue until he broke and bled him. To add insult to injury, Boris usually kept Tala as his "toy" and usually after punishment he was taken to his personal quarters to attend to his more 'personal desires'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tala shivered unconsciously. He could handle the Abuse and the pain, but it was the way Boris looked at him when the beatings began. That dark, sinister admiration and the perverse pleasure in his eyes were as unmistakable as the rape that followed after. Tala knew he was in perfect shape, but the way that man made him feel, was enough for him to hate his very own physique. He learned to hate his clear blue eyes, his fiery hair and his perfectly muscled torso and arms. He learned to loathe his lithe hips, long legs and god-given grace. He wished more than anything for the pain to stop, but he knew, as always, wishing would not help matters. He was a slave, and a prisoner. No where had he ever wanted to feel this pain. But he did, and he was left with no choice other than to do whatever was requested of him, or else risk more pain and punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tala remembered the time he had tried to run away from the Abbey. Bryan had helped him by distracting the guards, and by managing to keep Boris in conversation long enough to allow time for escape. Unfortunately, Tala had not remembered the gate and tripped the alarm. He was caught and when asked if Bryan had helped him escape, he had said no. He refused to have Bryan punished for his stupidity. So Tala took the brunt of the punishment, and made sure Bryan would not be touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a cruel and morose punishment. He was stripped, beaten and ravaged until he could stand no more and was then dragged down the long hallway and thrown outside into the locked courtyard with nothing between his body and the frigid snow. The biting winds and harsh temperature tore through him worse than any knife wound. For the first time in his life he cried out in pain. He screamed in agony and called for help. He cried and cried, helpless and half frozen. He could see nothing beyond his team mates and Bryan who stood in the window, forced to watch. He could see Bryan's face clearly. Lilac eyes clouded by tears and full of guilt. From that moment on, he knew he and Bryan were bound. And from the very moment he felt the cold snow on bare skin he had hated his life in the Abbey, he hated Biovolt and he hated Boris more than anything. There was but two things keeping him sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tala's bit-beast Wolborg, Whom he had aptly named Fenrir, and Bryan, his closest friend. What seemed only a weapon to Boris and all the others in Biovolt, was the world to Tala. When the beatings had begun to include rape, Tala felt used.worthless. It was then that Fenrir had appeared one night out of the blade without summoning. He had placed his head in Tala's lap, in worry and support. Tala was surprised then, but he soon learned that however things went, and no matter the severity, he would always be there for Tala when he was alone. He was an unwavering guardian, even if he could not stop the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tala sought refuge in Fenrir, many times at night sobbing into the winged wolf's soft fur until with small sniffles he would cry himself to sleep. Fenrir would watch over him throughout the night until just before waking time when with a soft nuzzle to Tala, he would fade away until it was safe again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the times Fenrir wasn't there, Bryan was, even though he could not bury his face in Bryan's chest or cry in his arms for they were always watched when together. Bryan though, would give Tala that look, a mixture of emotions that meant more to Tala than any words or touch. He understood, they could almost speak to each other with only their eyes. And that was the one thing that Boris did not see, and it was the little loophole that allowed them to hold onto their almost secret, silent friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tala was brought out of his thinking by the harshness of a strangled cry. He shook his head quickly, clearing his thoughts and looking to the sound of the voice. The sight he received was horrifying. He wasn't sure whether to be nauseous or enraged, upset or disgusted. Never had he seen someone in such a pitiful condition. He swallowed the illness that tried to force its way up, and blinked back his tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was his punishment for failing Tala. He failed much more miserably than you my warrior. He needed to be 'disciplined'. " Boris drawled as he surveyed his handiwork with a malicious grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tala felt dizzy and sick, his heart aching and almost shattering at the sight. Bryan lay limp, dangling from chains bolted to the wall. His eyes were closed his bare body covered in minor cuts and bruises. Not too severe but there were so many. Obviously he could tell that the 6 men around him had all taken turns using him as a release for sexual tension. He looked so defenceless and utterly helpless, reduced to a sexual slave. Tala could not help but growl deep in his throat. They had hurt Bryan, they had stripped him of any dignity he may have had left and Tala knew Boris had probably taken his turn too. He snarled a curse at Boris in Russian but fortunately, Boris had not heard it and he proceeded to talk to one of his henchmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan cracked one eye open, his cheeks flushed with shame, his body sticky with sweat and proof of his abuse. He blinked slowly looking at his leader through swollen teary eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a soft whine. He tried to raise a hand towards Tala but could not move his arms. His soft, iced violet eyes slid closed again, and Tala could tell the pain was too much for him, both emotionally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tala had always been able to tolerate the worst kind of pain and he was so used to this being used, but to see Bryan reduced to nothing but a doll made him more angry than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Undress." Boris commanded sternly as he watched Tala keenly, that evil glare in his eyes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tala did as he was told slipping out of the white and orange jumper and peeling off the Blue shirt he wore. Removing his boxers as well he now stood completely devoid of any dignity. Yet he did not lower his head. He kept his eyes trained on Bryan, whom he felt so strongly for. Bryan was a fierce warrior in the Arena, but he was quiet and somewhat shy privately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tala squirmed as he was dragged over to the center of the room, maybe eight feet from Bryan. His hands were quickly bound to a large column, as were his feet. Now he stood facing the giant stone monstrosity, unable to escape. He still watched Bryan, worried and wondering just how bad his abuse had been. He had been concentrating so much on his team mate that he hardly noticed the insults or the pain from the blows, until he felt the sting of a whip across his lower back. He yelped and the pain flared up. He let tears slide, but they were not of pain from the whip, they were for Bryan. He endured the pain sagging against the column with every lash thereafter until His hands and feet were released and he fell facedown onto the cold floor. He had hoped it would stop there, but he could never be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was picked up roughly, still unclothed and in pain, and slung over a shoulder. He could see through half closed eyes that they had picked up Bryan as well and they were carrying them back towards the cells. Tala felt his hair pulled, jerking his head up to meet Boris' eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well Tala, I can make the pain go away. If you come with me, I can make you feel brand new."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tala openly snarled, "No!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hm, your loss I guess. I had hoped you would say yes. Tala, I have decided you are the only success in my experiments." A long bony hand touched Tala's cheek as he continued. "You are my perfect Tala."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tala actually bit Boris hard enough to draw blood as he spat. "I am nothing of yours Boris."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boris looked like he had been smacked with a brick. He blinked in disbelief. "Tala! You dare to speak back to me? You dare defy me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tala did not hear him for he was too much in pain to notice what his master had been saying. Right now all he wanted was to lie down and to be sure Bryan was alright. He had time to do neither before he felt himself black out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to in the dark cell, the same cell with no lights save for candle on the small porcelain sink. He looked around, careful not to disturb his wounds, which had just begun to seal. He glanced down and remembered that he had no clothes as they had been taken from him. He was rather embarrassed but soon remembered that if this was the correct cell, there would be some clothes in the small chest under the bed. He rummaged around as best he could with his wounds and soon found the small trunk. He half expected to find it empty, and was quite relieved when there were clothes inside, along with his Beyblade. He pulled on a pair of blue drawstring pants, but chose nothing to cover his back which was excruciatingly painful, and dropping his blade into his pocket he closed the lid and put the chest away again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ohh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tala's head shot up at the sound of another voice in his cell. He looked about quickly, at first not seeing anything, but as he looked again in the corner, he found the source of the voice. Pale violet could be seen in the low light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bryan?" Tala whispered, as if speaking his name would bring the guards about. "Bryan are you alright?" he continued as he made his way to the corner to check on the only other boy in the Abbey he felt he could trust. Bryan had always been his best friend, and though they were not permitted to be friends during training, he found that they were very close when in the privacy of student quarters. Never permitted to touch each other, not even to hug or give a high five, they talked about everything and nothing, happy just to be in each other's company as it made surviving easier. Now Bryan struggled to deal with the pain that their defeat in the Russian championships had brought about. Tala almost felt personally responsible because he had failed to beat Tyson. But when Tala came back to the bench, Bryan looked at him with warm eyes still happy Tala was there. Pain had come and gone, but Bryan and he remained the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tala turned on the sink and soaked a cloth with warm water and filled a shallow bowl before sitting down, speaking in a hushed whisper. "I'm here Bryan. I am right here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boris.he.he." Bryan struggled with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tala moved back to the bed and grabbed another pair of pants and a soft silken shirt, rushing back over to his friend. He handed Bryan the cloth and watched carefully as bryan cleaned himself up. Tala took I upon himself to wash Bryan's back and when he was satisfied that the lavender haired boy was clean he handed Bryan the clothing with a soft smile, helping him to finally regain his dignity, "what is it Bryan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan struggled with tears and pain as he tried to explain. "He. violated me again.Oh Tala."he drew a shaky breath, "He kept telling me over and over that I was a failure, that I was an imperfect child. He told me you were the only perfect child and that you would show me my true place in this world as.as."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tala gave a start and stopped Bryan with a finger before he could say more.. This was not the first time Bryan had been taken advantage of? Tala felt his anger grow at the thought of Boris touching any part of Bryan, and to say those things he did. Bryan was just as perfect as he was, perhaps more. It was ridiculous and sadistic how Boris took such pleasure in their agony. For some reason he felt stronger about this violation than even his own, and now he had finally decided that he had had enough of the Abbey. Somehow they would escape together. He touched Bryan's shoulder gently and spoke softly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bryan, he will never get to touch you again. I promise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan looked up shocked at the fact that for the first time in his life he had felt the comfort of another's touch. He blinked back the tears he tried so hard to hide. He never wanted Tala to think him weak. He never wanted his only friend to turn him away because of tears. He tried to be strong and spoke with difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tala you do not have to help me. Fate has chosen me as the loser, I am imperfect and."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hush! I will hear no more of it Bryan!" Tala insisted irritably. Boris had trained Bryan overly hard and had broken him into a life of thinking he deserved pain, that he was nothing to anyone. Tala had managed to escape that fate and now he had to make Bryan see that no one deserved to suffer like that. Bryan was so much to him, and he wanted more than anything to tell him just that, but they were always supervised. He just could never find the privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian shrank back, as if frightened. He let out a whimper as he trembled. "Please Tala.Please don't hurt me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tala felt his jaw hang open. Was it that bad that he feared him so much to whimper? Boris had clearly traumatized the boy. He knew they were not being watched in here. And he was grateful. Tala reached down and gently pulled the beaten boy in to his arms, rocking him slowly as he found himself enjoying the feel of holding and comforting another boy, especially Bryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bryan.I would never, never hurt you. You know that. What has Boris done to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan struggled weakly against Tala as he began to sob. "Tala, do not worry of me.I will never be anything to anyone. I am a failed warrior.I am useless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tala again shushed him and held tight until Bryan stopped struggling. He buried his face in the smaller boy's soft hair and closed his eyes, hot tears springing to his eyes. "Bryan, if you failed, why does your bit-beast still love you? Why does it still fight alongside you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I.." Bryan trembled with wide eyes as the sensation of being held and comforted washed over him along with the realization that Tala was right. Something about Tala's touch made him feel.good. Not dirty or worthless as Boris' touch made him feel. No, this was a good touch. He Liked this touch. Still he sobbed. "I am crying, I am weak, I am imperfect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tala gripped his shoulders and looked him in the face, tears streaming from crystal eyes and tracking down his face in tiny rivers. He made sure Bryan saw the tears.the tears he was not afraid to show, the tears he cried this night just for Bryan. He held those silver-mauve eyes with his own orbs of blue and slid his arms down to rest firmly around Bryan. He spoke with insistence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bryan, Look at me. I am crying! I am right now opening everything up to you! I am just like you. It is okay to cry. I want you to cry. You are not weak, you are strong. Stronger than anyone I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bryan!" Tala's voice was urgent. "Bryan you are perfect! You are so very perfect.Perfect in every way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Boris."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care what he has said. You are perfect. You are beautiful. Bryan you are the most." Tala drew in a sharp breath. It was finally coming out. He prayed now that this would help more than hurt the one in his arms. But again he knew not what his reaction would be so indeed it was a prayer. He closed his eyes for a moment to gather composure and then as he opened them he let it all come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bryan, you Are the most beautiful person in the world to me. To me you are strong. To me you are perfect. To me you are Beautiful.Bryan don't you see? To me you ARE everything! Everything!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan looked up, taken completely off guard by Tala's words. shocked into a kind of numbness by the confession Tala was giving him. Was it coming? No.Tala couldn't possibly be trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bryan.I love you." Tala burst into sobs. "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan felt faint. Like thousands of tiny fireflies were amuck in his head. He had felt a strange attraction to Tala for a long while, and to hear Tala say that, made his feelings grow even stronger. He swallowed hard and reached up hands shaking. He ignored all injuries for just one moment and against all of their teachings he wiped away the tears in Tala's eyes. Bryan knew those eyes saw right into his soul, right into his heart. In those pools of Aqua there was no pain no malice, and no lust. Nothing but pure, raw emotion, and a bared heart. He had been thinking too much about what to say and finally just let go and followed for the first time, his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you too Tala."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tala smiled. A rare, true smile and closed his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love all of who you are Bryan." &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-86638653?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/86638653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/86638653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#86638653' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-86635252</id><published>2002-12-28T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-28T13:17:27.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, You know what? BlogSpot is PISSING ME OFF LIKE HELL! x_X; They don't accept ANY useful html and oh wait. I figured it out. XD... Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO TO FANFICTION.NET! MEDIAMINER IS NO BETTER! IN FACT, THE NiCE FEATURES ARE NEgATED BY THE GODDAMNED SLOWNESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-86635252?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/86635252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/86635252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#86635252' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054092.post-86602206</id><published>2002-12-27T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-28T13:18:03.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>       There. I Got a Blog. Does the Layout not make you kinda... depressed yet...happy at the same time [as humanly impossible as that is]? It's Bryan and Tala... from beyblade. Tala is the red Head with the wacky hair... and... Bryan would be... the Other... guy.... o_O; Goddamn the background took forever to Draw so I didn't even want to colour it in Adobe... Thus why it's raining in a void of greeny blue... Steal and I Hunt you down and behead you... I need stuff to talk about. I've been working on the coding of this thing lately. No Yaoi News... ^^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Weak minded FOOLS: If you don't LIKE The idea of two guys together in a relationship, go hang around my journal [Link in side bar] where I TRY to stay away from the Yaoi-side. I'm more amusing when Trying to talk about straight stuff. Desperate to find things to talk about, you know... but  my journal entries are a Hell of a lot longer than than anything I can type here. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054092-86602206?l=bitterbluebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/86602206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054092/posts/default/86602206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbluebox.blogspot.com/index.html#86602206' title=''/><author><name>Zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024537834804535038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
