<?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-3512675</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:58:37.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malakuma no Teikoku</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512675.post-113193342986766547</id><published>2005-11-13T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T19:40:31.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been three years since I've updated. That's a long time. I finally figured out how to remove the picture of Omi and Nagi, and I'll just leave the title the way it is for now, althought it's a bit ridicuous. Here I will write about Gothic Lolita in Japan, and hopefully provide some useful information about life as a lolita in Tokyo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/113193342986766547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/113193342986766547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2005_11_13_archive.html#113193342986766547' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-113193938816757156</id><published>2005-11-13T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T19:36:28.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enjoy your loli life in Japan, she told me. I had just come from a tea party (in Kabukichuo of all places). I won a prize for "best princess." Of course I was happy with my prize; I need all the praise I can get. But something was wrong. There I was with messed up hair, mediocre make-up, and clothes from Bodyline. The skirt was too short (above the knees), and being that is was Bodyline, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/113193938816757156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/113193938816757156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2005_11_13_archive.html#113193938816757156' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-80543635</id><published>2002-08-21T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-21T16:40:55.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a while. I don't care. After I got my A in witchcraft I began sitting at home all day doing nothing. Or so it seems. Now that James is in Florida and Daddy has his broken shoulder from a nasty car wreck, I'm home all day sleeping and getting pills and soup. I bathe, toss on another night gown, and wallow some more. SO...tomorrow I might actually get to get out of here, go to Concord </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/80543635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/80543635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80543635' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-78573070</id><published>2002-07-04T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-04T20:54:51.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a lovely day. James bought me some daemonettes and some Inu Yasha. And I bought him some GTO. It's our two-year anniversary and I cried again. I've been spending too much money...but I did get a pair of pants for 5 dollars. James bought me some clothes too. Woo! I'm tired of people who act depressed just for the hell of it. I'm tired of people that think they know me. No one really does. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/78573070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/78573070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78573070' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-78386827</id><published>2002-06-30T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-30T10:24:33.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's past one; I just got up. I was dreaming about me at school. And it was almost Halloween. I feel Genki today. I want to go outside but it's too hot. I want to watch me some anime. Mommy bought me the whole Arislan set the other day, maybe we'll watch it later. The video store decided to sell all of their anime; each video was only 4 dollars. I'm still tired though. Ano...now I'm bored. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/78386827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/78386827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78386827' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-78366914</id><published>2002-06-29T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-29T18:37:10.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sexy sexy feet</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/78366914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/78366914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78366914' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-78366703</id><published>2002-06-29T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-29T18:28:31.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know a girl. She looks like Lord Slaanesh, minus all the sexiness. I don't like people that call me 'poetic,' say I have no eloquence,' say I can't write, say I'm ignorant. They can't call me two-faced. They can make me cry. I feel disgusted. I hate people that make me feel like I have to proofread ever word to make myself seem half-way intelligent. People that assume too much. I'm not a happy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/78366703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/78366703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78366703' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-78365730</id><published>2002-06-29T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-29T17:47:36.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just got home from the beach...I'm sooo happy. I wanted to log-on and write over the weekend but the few moments I had on the puter I spent looking at Gackt. I never knew my grandmother could be so amused by j-rock. I never knew people could find Hide's death so amusing either. I feel so horrible, but she was so funny. My mom wants to kick Mana's ass. I'm not sure if I would want to stop her or</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/78365730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/78365730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78365730' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-78079347</id><published>2002-06-22T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-22T17:44:47.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hahaha!!! I got 5000 dollars. College is FREE. Woohoo. Speaking of which, poor Mayu has to study for exams. ;_; I hope you do well! ^_^ I just hope I can keep my damn 3.0. My witchcraft class is coming up soon. Yah! And this Thurs I go to the beach with mum while daddy goes to New York. I hope I'm not bored there. Atleast I'll be forced to draw. ^.^~~~~~~MalakumaxRiis~~~~~~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/78079347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/78079347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#78079347' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-78052598</id><published>2002-06-21T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-21T21:00:34.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>James-san came over today, fed me blueberries, watched 1/2 of Mothman, got scared, went home. I can't think of any movie that scares me...Wimps. I'm probably going to spend the night as his house tomorrow. I got to think of somethin to do. mmm...Nilla wafers. My life is so boring. I'm so arrogant. I was reading my old diaries from high school. There were quite a few trends in my writings: 'I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/78052598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/78052598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#78052598' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-77964392</id><published>2002-06-19T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-19T20:55:55.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oooh! I went outside and walked today. All the way down to the end of the street too. Since I can't lift weights anymore, I might as well do somethning. Ano...I got up, shaved meh legs, went to the councelor, came home. Not too exciting. James called...blaarrggh. I shouldn't talk to him; he's more destructive than a bag of rotting blueberries. I'm horny...I think I'll go find me some yaoi to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77964392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77964392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77964392' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-77920625</id><published>2002-06-18T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-18T21:36:25.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>can't sleep can't sleep can't sleep...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77920625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77920625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77920625' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-77915560</id><published>2002-06-18T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-18T21:34:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've had such a boring day...lugged the bookshelf in my room, brought Peg to the vet, looked at Peg's x-rays, ate, slept... I've decided I'm probably going to AWA...but I have no money. Which means I need a job. James just started working at Best Buy, and I'll most likely work there too. I HATE crappy cashiering jobs and I HATE being friendly to people I don't know. But 7$ an hour is more than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77915560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77915560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77915560' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-77823210</id><published>2002-06-16T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-16T16:50:58.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mmm...men picking peaches in short dresses are wonderous too</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77823210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77823210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77823210' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-77823051</id><published>2002-06-16T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-16T16:45:14.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mother and I just finished painting the bookshelf; it's outside drying. We went to onnisan's for father's day; I was bored, had a hotdog. We looked at old PICTURES. It was so depressing, I was around 8 in most of them. Everyone looked so happy and in love, and there I was in the middle of it. Teresa was 19 when she got married. I wish I had someone so lovely, so sweet. I feel so ancient. I'm not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77823051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77823051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77823051' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-77760465</id><published>2002-06-14T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-14T17:39:55.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>~Gyahahaha!!~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77760465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77760465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77760465' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-77760348</id><published>2002-06-14T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-14T17:35:48.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my God I feel like crap. I went out with my mother to get paint but we ended up going all over the place, so I've been gone all day. My head hurts and I keep sneezing. &gt;.&lt; Oh well. I need to go fix my web page, but I don't know anything about html except that you put &lt;&gt; around EVERYTHING. So, so far there's not much there. When I find someone smart to leech off of, I'll get them to help me. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77760348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77760348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77760348' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-77718422</id><published>2002-06-13T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T17:12:31.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yatta!! I've been not my usual genki self lately. Very...restless. Getting tired of not being famous. Boredom. Tired of not drawing the way I should be. Tired of being less of a pervert than everyone else. Need juice, not cigars. Need to sleep less. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77718422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77718422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77718422' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-77633909</id><published>2002-06-11T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T18:32:30.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Icky SmellingWhat Random Object From Ydoc Nameloc's Room Are You?Oh great! I'm a fungus cream!!! Delightful. &gt;.&lt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77633909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77633909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77633909' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-77633603</id><published>2002-06-11T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T18:24:26.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel like total crap. ;_; I just want to curl up and sleep and sleep and sleep. I feel like if I'm not good enough, I might as well just die. Such a good outlook I have...All I've eaten is chocolate and my boyfriend has the stamina of a dying oyster. All he does is sleep. ~.~ *yawn* Now I'm feeling tired. At least I move around during the day though. Bum bum bum...I'm a lazy bum. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77633603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77633603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77633603' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-77542502</id><published>2002-06-09T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-09T16:51:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wooohoo! I got Nagi!!!!! Now I'm happy. That just made my crappy day. I'm miserable, I can't draw, I'm pissy, I just unexpectedly got my period, I have no pads left, and I'm tired. And my back hurts and I have cramps. I whine a lot, ne? Anyway...Nagi:You're the "baby" of schwarz. You lived a pretty fuxked up childhood just like your teammates. However, it didn't quite make you as psychotic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77542502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77542502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77542502' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-77445800</id><published>2002-06-06T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T20:01:43.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ano...ano...*yawn* Hahahaha! There's a page on how to be a better Uke! *reads*Ewww...it says to stick a hose in my ass and let it fill for 3 WHOLE minutes, then sit on the toilet.    "It's my opinion that in order to make a good top, you need to be on the bottom first."This is amusing...  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77445800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77445800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77445800' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-77445056</id><published>2002-06-06T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T19:40:42.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What type of Bishounen are you? Find out at artificial-soul.net by Rin.Woooo!!! Some guy with red hair and a bunch of words that make no sense....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77445056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77445056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77445056' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-77081398</id><published>2002-05-28T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-28T16:02:53.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nope...there were no Kuja cosplayers...just a guy with a LOT of sake. ^__^ Woo-Hoo!  I'm going through my typical after-con depression right now, and I'm still exhausted from driving. I got so much stuff though, so I'm happy about that. And I got Yuu Watase's signature as well. Yah!! There was such a lovely Omi, but I didn't get to take her picture. So many Weiss people...The yaoi panel was no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77081398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/77081398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77081398' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-76774384</id><published>2002-05-20T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T15:53:58.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to school, I got my hair cut by a Japanese lady, I came home and slept. How boring. I wish I could draw, but I just can't right now. Maybe at the convention I'll be inspired. But I'll probably be too busy stalking Kuja cosplayers. Gyahaha. Genki GenkiOkay...maybe I'll go force myself to draw.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/76774384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/76774384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76774384' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-76738757</id><published>2002-05-19T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-19T17:56:37.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    Ack...I'm going to kill my blog. I'm so tired; I woke up James this morning and mother drove us to the amusement park. Now I just want to sleep, but it's not even 9 yet. I don't want to go to school tomorrow, but I get my hair cut at 12:30 so that's good. Then I get to wax my car. &gt;.&lt; *yawn yawn*     I hate it when I'm in line to get on a ride and there's a trashy couple in front of me that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/76738757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/76738757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76738757' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-76658934</id><published>2002-05-17T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-17T07:32:23.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wish it wasn't today. I wish it was next week. Not fair. Next Friday I'll be going to Animazement, but for now I have to sit here and wander around looking for something to do. Like wash my car. My mother left a note on my monitor which said "this is perverted." I think she's lost her mind. If Ryoko in an onsen isn't perverted, than Kaoru in a shower shouldn't be either. I'm so tired...all I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/76658934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/76658934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76658934' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-76638692</id><published>2002-05-16T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-16T18:19:06.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grrr...I'm mad today. I got bit on the nose (chiku chiku) and read an annoying magazine that told me I need to masterbate daily, and stick plastic materials in myself. Pathetically gross. I had to watch a boring movie on Japanese architecture, but now I'm listening to Gackt and I'm okay. Gackt is always good. I just wish it were next Thursday. *sigh* I saw my councelor today. Why must I be so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/76638692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/76638692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76638692' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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-3512675.post-76554361</id><published>2002-05-14T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-14T16:35:15.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Testing testing one two three....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/76554361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512675/posts/default/76554361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaoi_mala.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76554361' title=''/><author><name>Mala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839884959788253807</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>
