<?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-7590067590732185464</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:06:09.104+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rie's chat of all sorts of crap.</title><subtitle type='html'>I really don't feel like describing my blog more than I already have on the blog itself, so go read that, moron.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-686709586530854073</id><published>2009-10-02T08:41:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:48:41.411+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my fucking god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 weeks or so of absence, I'm back in school. And hell I've missed shitloads. ALL of Flash. Fucketyfuckfuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wrist is fucking killing meeee~~ D: Fucking intern that took blood from my wrist wrong. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, my life seems a great big fucking mess atm. Not much makes sense, very little is still sane. Why the fuck am I here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue this damn update later... break-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- --- --- --- ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Hmmh mm.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking quarter to ten and I still have no fucking clue what the fuck I'm supposed to be doing. Possibly watching some tutorials... Idkrite.&lt;br /&gt;I feel nicely dead. Been walking in a coma for the past days. Meanings been lost, new ones still awol. FUCK. Royally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully things will start to unravel and unwind, 'cos they fucking need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Lost and forgotten."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-686709586530854073?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/686709586530854073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=686709586530854073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/686709586530854073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/686709586530854073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-my-fucking-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-8736711507835258505</id><published>2009-08-25T09:17:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:22:39.932+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fucktard.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's looking pretty fucking shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaargh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My head's exploding, I can't stand being around most people... only a couple... ehm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know if I should say anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's nice to notice one certain person wants to spend time with me, get to know me, letting me get to know them... just chatting about nothing, and at the same time, everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing important really. Just... stuff. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know. It's all fucking confusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week's events have made me think about life and its values... people... things. I've re-evaluated myself, but I'm not sure if it's for the better or for the worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can not know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Bright and early for the daily races."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-8736711507835258505?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8736711507835258505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=8736711507835258505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/8736711507835258505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/8736711507835258505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/08/fucktard.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-5167441375322335161</id><published>2009-08-17T13:17:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:22:47.848+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FFS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cba to sit here in class, doing fucking nothing... Sisko's not here, so the zoo is going wild. Great. FFS twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jyväskylä Rock was fantastic. 2nd day especially. We even made a fucking JKL Rock 2009 dance... embarrassing. -cough-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uuuugh. Cbaaaaaaa.... I'm getting fucking depressed. This sucks. ROYALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone is ignoring me. Which is also great. Especially since I... like... this... person... -goes to die-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-5167441375322335161?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5167441375322335161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=5167441375322335161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/5167441375322335161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/5167441375322335161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/08/ffs.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-4888371910975046050</id><published>2009-08-12T14:25:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:29:18.297+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well.... it's &lt;b&gt;The Nihon Hikikomori Kyokai&lt;/b&gt;. It's&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;a sinister &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conspiracy" title="Conspiracy"&gt;conspiracy&lt;/a&gt; which aims to turn people into &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hikikomori" title="Hikikomori"&gt;hikikomori&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/NEET" title="NEET"&gt;NEETs&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my school. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the school's inet, under "Students", it says this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Jyväskylän ammattiopisto, NHK.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohsnap. And I thought I'd escape my NEET life and hikikomori tendencies by starting this course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATHEFUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-4888371910975046050?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/4888371910975046050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=4888371910975046050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/4888371910975046050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/4888371910975046050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/08/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-4050265835830281510</id><published>2009-08-09T20:37:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:45:35.518+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omfg. LMAO. ROFLZ too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited Kata today. Shame she won't be coming to school tomorrow. But tuesday, she will. Fingers crossed 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking cannot believe I walked back home from there... She said it's only a stone-throw away.... FUCK IT'S NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Little excercise, even if it was in boots and a skirt is good for me xDD -shot'd-&lt;br /&gt;So, I went via Euromarket, to buy some Bonaqua (OMFG I'm in love with that stuff).. and I sat outside, to smoke a cigarette... and this group of little shithead mini hiphop kids drive past me on their oh-so-NOT-cool pushbikes... and fuck, they started on me xDDD ROFLMFAO x infinity!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was just way too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh... -chuckles- ... -still chuckling- ... -laughing to herself now- ... -cannot breathe- !!! -gasps for air- !!! -calms down a bit- ... -still chuckling- ... aaahhh... -wiping tears from her eyes- ... guess you have to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-4050265835830281510?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/4050265835830281510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=4050265835830281510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/4050265835830281510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/4050265835830281510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/08/omfg.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-2456049290531313875</id><published>2009-08-08T13:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T13:20:51.144+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I. Am. So. FUCKING. Disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;With Kumby chat.&lt;br /&gt;It used to be a place where I could just go, to chat with people, laugh, make jokes, vent, rant, and watch people shoot each other.&lt;br /&gt;And what now?&lt;br /&gt;It's like... I'm not even there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, most of "my people" aren't there either. Nor on Voober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. The only place of major pointless interactivity.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't exist anymore. Well.. more like &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; don't exist there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news... AV studies, ohmyfucking...goblins. Idkrite.&lt;br /&gt;Just awesome. PURE awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Made of epic win. I'm seriously loving every second of it, even if it means I have to wake up between 5:30 and 6:00 am.&lt;br /&gt;I've needed something like this. And fuck me does it feel good.&lt;br /&gt;(and that just sounds very dirrrrty now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... off to wash the dishes and... aaahh. Cannot be bothered. Saturday, cba to stress over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-2456049290531313875?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2456049290531313875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=2456049290531313875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/2456049290531313875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/2456049290531313875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/08/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-5023272587568399852</id><published>2009-08-05T17:52:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T17:56:22.551+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 id="main-feature-title"&gt;You’re now running Firefox 3.0.13.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever matched the seats of the bus you've been on?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, like, colourwise?&lt;br /&gt;Happened to me today. My hair-colours were the same as the bus's I was on. Must've amused some of the passengers when I leaned down sideways and matched my hair against the seat next to me. Haha.. haa... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been able to say THAT in some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-5023272587568399852?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5023272587568399852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=5023272587568399852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/5023272587568399852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/5023272587568399852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-now-running-firefox-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-5250430871586348066</id><published>2009-08-03T21:16:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:27:54.649+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jyväskylä Rally is over.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a headache.&lt;br /&gt;I've done loads of shopping today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I've been abused, I feel so used.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, sorry, quoting Hollywood Undead song. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook already knows, my ears've been having multiple orgasms today. Finally got myself &lt;b&gt;SkullCandy Hesh&lt;/b&gt; headphones, and fuck me sideways, it's bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my cousin Tanja last week, thursday actually, whom I haven't seen for.. like... 12 years. Twas pure awesomeness. Spent a couple of days at my dad's, and came back to Jyväskylä with Tanja on saturday. Sat in the "street garden" of some bar or another with her for a couple of hours, drinking cider and just chatting away. Then went to meet her old friends. I WAS meant to go clubbing with them later that evening/night, but her brother and his friend came over and we had agreed they could sleep at mine, so... I got drunk with them. Hmm... Tomu came around later that evening, and we ended up going to Sulahti where he was DJing. Buuuuut because Olli (Tanja's bro) wanted suddenly to just go to bed, we turned tail as soon as we got to Suolahti, and drove back to Jyväskylä. Well, we got  lift, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day we were enjoying more alcohol, but moderately LMAO. I wouldn't have been able to drink much anyways, was VERY wasted on saturday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left this morning. Yesterday I had, well we all, a huge fucking scare. Olli's bird had gone to hospital with high fever, and said it might be swine flu. :O&lt;br /&gt;So we were fucking panicking and shit.&lt;br /&gt;But I called him after he had been to the hospital, and it wasn't swine flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting my studies on thursday. Pretty excited. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my student loan today, been shopping and... shopping, mainly. Tomorrow I'm going to the hairdressers, and lo'n'behold, I'll have new hair tomorrow evening. Well... duuuuurrrrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahm. I don't know what the fuck to type.. again. Had so many thoughts flying around in my head, now they're all gone. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not missing anything. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I used to be love-struck, now I'm just fucked up."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-5250430871586348066?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5250430871586348066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=5250430871586348066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/5250430871586348066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/5250430871586348066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/08/jyvaskyla-rally-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-4697377006989616903</id><published>2009-07-28T15:01:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:07:03.723+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rather. Fucking. Annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to finally start working on my character-profiles. Taken me over 3 years, but now I'm gonna do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have this one teeny little annoying problem; their fucking images that I've drawn and coloured, are on my OLD laptop's HD, and because that laptop decided to retire months ago... I have to colour them again. FFS. FFS. FUCKING FFS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note... Gantz, the anime I'm currently wading through, is... pretty boring. Don't know if I cba to watch the remaining 9 eps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something else that annoys me, actually more than annoys: waiting for my student loan, and study support money-thing. No cigarettes, Jyväskylä WC ( world champion, not water closet :P ) Rally this weekend, and my friend and her boyfriend supposedly coming over and staying the night... and I've no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FFS again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-4697377006989616903?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/4697377006989616903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=4697377006989616903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/4697377006989616903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/4697377006989616903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/07/rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-7683084874628422484</id><published>2009-07-26T14:58:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:08:58.296+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYkYCNNV6Bk/SmxGDq5rQ5I/AAAAAAAAABw/dpqJ_SY2moA/s1600-h/smile_dog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYkYCNNV6Bk/SmxGDq5rQ5I/AAAAAAAAABw/dpqJ_SY2moA/s200/smile_dog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362738285161169810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I seriously now being controlled by smile.jpg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Fucking psychological shit, that's what it is. Now everytime I mention smile.jpg, or smile.dog, I'll be thinking it's controlling me and telling me to spread the word. Just like it's said to do on &lt;a href="http://www.encyclopediadramatica.com/Smile.dog"&gt;this site and article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People take it really seriously though. There are no articles nor images on wikipedia, everything's been deleted. Pretty much the same when Googled. There aren't even that many Photoshopped versions around; it's like Mr. L said in his article, it's somewhat a www-legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's even more psychological about it, is that after reading the story about it, people will relate bad things that happen to them, to the image itself. THAT's why it's so effective. The stories and rumours you hear and read are also boosting the effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it, it is just an image. If you saw only the image and knew nothing more, that'd be just that. But the stories, then seeing the image, that's what fucks with people's heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and now it's doing it to me too. Haha. Spread the word, smile.jpg loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I wonder how long it'll be before this post gets wiped off the face of the www. Lmao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-7683084874628422484?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7683084874628422484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=7683084874628422484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/7683084874628422484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/7683084874628422484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/07/am-i-seriously-now-being-controlled-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYkYCNNV6Bk/SmxGDq5rQ5I/AAAAAAAAABw/dpqJ_SY2moA/s72-c/smile_dog2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-4349685416891482920</id><published>2009-07-25T01:00:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:11:23.078+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seriously need a life.&lt;br /&gt;If I had one, I wouldn't get so overworked over some retarded little asswipe, being all immature and thinking he is so fucking high, above everyone else. Downright fucking elitist. I HATE elitists.&lt;br /&gt;Yeees, I'm on about Kumbychat again. But honestly. It's so fucking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'M fucking stupid too, for even bothering. Lemme shoot myself in the foot the next time I think about ranting over such an idiotic thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Actually. I just realised. He feels insecure because he didn't get the joke of people calling me "Rietard" (c'moon, laugh, it's funny), and so he takes his issues out on me.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking 17-year old. Jesusfuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//end Kumbyrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;And repressed.&lt;br /&gt;All my sarcastic chuckles and amused lifts of an eyebrow at various stupid people are all in vain. I've no-one there to share them with me. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad. In a bad way. In a pathetic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I am pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These walls are closing in on me again. My fear of the outdoors, or more like my fear of leaving my flat conflicts with the supressing feeling I have when I'm at home. It's getting worse. Feels like my head's exploding. Or I am exploding, then being pieced back together, and exploding and...&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Won't be long before I go crazy for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-4349685416891482920?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/4349685416891482920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=4349685416891482920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/4349685416891482920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/4349685416891482920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-seriously-need-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-358591715538208492</id><published>2009-07-12T14:23:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:35:59.447+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People turn out to be gay. In a bad way.&lt;br /&gt;Not in the sexual way.&lt;br /&gt;I like gays.&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. I'm talking about gay-people as in asshole buttwipe retard ignorant selfish pieces of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Those sorta people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's let me down. SO badly. I'm angry. Disappointed. Ashamed. Lost.&lt;br /&gt;My faith and trust in him has completely gone. My pride's been hurt. My feelings have no meaning to him. Nor my mom's. Nor my dad's. No-one else's but his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's let everyone down bu not standing behind his words. For not thinking about anyone except his own advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, he was meant to stay at our dad's place for a couple of nights. Was meant to be there yesterday. I was supposed to go over for one night because he didn't wanna spend both nights there on his own.&lt;br /&gt;Day before yesterday he went to stay at his friend's in the same town. Called me next day, saying he's not going to dad's. Hell, I hate going there sometimes. But I said alright, instead of me spending a nice saturday with my mom, who I see so fucking rarely... I went to Saarijärvi (town where my dad lives). Was supposed to fucking meet my brother, first in the afternoon so we could go to dad's together. He fucking post-poned. Then, around 6 or 7pm. POST-PONED to 8.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;My mom took me there for 8.30pm, driving 120km just so that my brother doesn't have to go to dad's alone. He. Was. Not. There.&lt;br /&gt;Dad turns up. I have to go with them. Instead of being with mom. We try calling Patrik, see where the fuck he is. No answer. We wait. We try to call. We wait.&lt;br /&gt;And wait.&lt;br /&gt;And wait.&lt;br /&gt;And you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out he went fucking DRINKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I'm gonna fucking stop this update there. Cba. I might just smash this screen.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go walkies in the woods and rain. Kick some trees. Throw stones at bears if I see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And I think my laptop's giving up on life.&lt;br /&gt;EXCELLENT fucking timing, with my studies starting in less than a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Am. So. Fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"today's the day I feel like..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-358591715538208492?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/358591715538208492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=358591715538208492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/358591715538208492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/358591715538208492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/07/people-turn-out-to-be-gay.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-8185953722622571917</id><published>2009-07-07T22:30:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:34:39.597+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h10/riex/standard_75x75_collect_drinks_rumru.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h10/riex/standard_75x75_collect_drinks_pinac.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h10/riex/standard_75x75_collect_drinks_mojit.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h10/riex/standard_75x75_collect_drinks_longi.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h10/riex/standard_75x75_collect_drinks_hurri.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h10/riex/standard_75x75_collect_drinks_cubal.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h10/riex/standard_75x75_collect_drinks_baham.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... just because I can.&lt;br /&gt;Not done by me, they belong to FB application Mafia Wars, by Zynga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 it. They look so goooood *w*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-8185953722622571917?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8185953722622571917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=8185953722622571917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/8185953722622571917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/8185953722622571917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-8939433755850231823</id><published>2009-07-07T18:23:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:36:34.561+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>REC was mad. Not in a good wy, neccessarily. Way too fast-paced for me. Imho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what the uck, I can finally get some sense into my fashionista-self. (Psh, as if I'd follow).&lt;br /&gt;I have a full body-length mirror on my wall, whoop whoop. Cost me only 9 euros.&lt;br /&gt;And my paintings are up as well. Love love love. Thank you, dad and Antti. So so so much.&lt;br /&gt;(you wouldn't believe, but the paintings and the mirror are attached with double-sided tape rofls. hoping it holds haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmhmm. Going to my dad's again, for one night, tomorrow. There's free summerholidayers' dance @ Kukonhiekka&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYkYCNNV6Bk/SlNqFkfmG3I/AAAAAAAAABo/JjedO8cJPWk/s1600-h/Kukonhiekkaogo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYkYCNNV6Bk/SlNqFkfmG3I/AAAAAAAAABo/JjedO8cJPWk/s200/Kukonhiekkaogo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355741025801739122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(curiously, it translates to "Rooster's Sand", no idea. No. Don't ask), which I'm hoping we're all going. Besides, I owe a dance to someone. :P Now you're all going wtf, Rie, DANCING?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is the favourite summer thing to do in Finland, these kinda dances. And stop thinking dirty. Nothing like that :P Well, favourite of the older people at least. But yeah. Uhm. Lost my thread of thought... hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY, cannot wait until thursday, mom and brother are finally here :D Haven't seen them in half a year, which doesn't actually SOUND that long... but it is. &gt;__&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm... damn fuck! -flail- Oh, and FAIL too. My thoughts keep flying outta my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side-note, drawing rainbow-vomiting robots is way fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;-cough-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm gonna start watching Gantz now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"underground e youkoso tsuitekina"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-8939433755850231823?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8939433755850231823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=8939433755850231823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/8939433755850231823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/8939433755850231823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/07/rec-was-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYkYCNNV6Bk/SlNqFkfmG3I/AAAAAAAAABo/JjedO8cJPWk/s72-c/Kukonhiekkaogo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-2173711954388011775</id><published>2009-07-06T17:03:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:09:34.404+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's like... REC.&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;First ep was insanely fast-paced. What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... rainbow-vomiting robots, and turtles snapping at your toes for making them lose the goddamn game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And chicken-pineapple-aura blue cheese pizza. Which is just.... yum. But two days in a row, could I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idkrite, insane right now. I wanna get a tattoo with my mom. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck of an update. Don't ask, you really don't want to know. Robots. FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"stairs to the 7th, running up to heaven"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-2173711954388011775?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2173711954388011775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=2173711954388011775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/2173711954388011775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/2173711954388011775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-3617941972869240010</id><published>2009-07-01T18:52:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:31:38.569+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--- Listening to: Girugämesh - Fujin Ai ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's gonna explode in a minute. That something's gonna be Rie's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attack mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in such a good mood this morning. It wasn't too hot when I woke up, there was good music on TV for once, and doing my hair was so quick and stress free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to the bus stop, I got an icelolly, and damn it was nice to eat cos the sun was starting to annoy me. I get to the bus stop, and.... 1 hour or so later, no bus. Where the hell was #28?? Irritated now, cos I wanted to be in town already, I go back to the shopping center and asked for the bus timetables at the info.&lt;br /&gt;#28 has decided not to run during the summer from my end to town. W... T... F...?! Fuming now, I leg it to the other bus stop, and to my relief the #25K is standing there. I get on and ask when we going, cos it was just standing there. 5 minutes. Okay, awesome. I sit on the very front seat, opposite of what I usually do, the bus driver---ah sorry, &lt;i&gt;steering wheel operator&lt;/i&gt;--- was so nice and chatting to me all the way to town. He was even cracking jokes about it being so hot he has to see grannies with their skirts up to their ears. I LOLed the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in town, I go straight to see what's on sale in Anttila. I walked out with a toaster. Another LOL, it's my first xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deciding there's nothing more for me in town, I go to my bus stop, and finding a nice shady spot, sit on my ass and delve into Japan POP that I found in my postbox this morning. Pissed off that I managed to somehow miss Girugämesh playing at Tavastia, but they're gonna make an appearance at the Tuska-fest (tuska = pain) soon. No chance in hell I'll be able to go, but... well, I can only hope they'll be back next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus finally came, and what... 10 minute wait again. Argh. I entertained myself with more Japan POP articles, and LOLing in my mind to three funny things I saw earlier:&lt;br /&gt;1) a man in his 30s with a flaking tribal tattoo on his arm. One of those you can get that last a few years. It just looked funny, bits were falling off here and there&lt;br /&gt;2) a van with the work &lt;i&gt;uke&lt;/i&gt; on the side xDDD&lt;br /&gt;3) two ladies n their 60s - 70s driving a pink beetle convertible and looking like teenagers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm- cough- Amused easily, I get it, yes yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I get to Palokka (where I live), and go pick up my prescription. Fucking 3 months worth of insulin is alot of boxes, and with the toaster to carry, it wasn't nice in the heat. I decided to go and have a coffee at Mummin Pullapuoti. I like the woman who works there... Pirjo. She's awesomesaucely nice 8D I bought 2 vanilla danish' to take home and enjoy later xD I must've sat there for over an hour, chatting with her and this other lady who I met there last week. I also go free fill-ups on my coffee ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally deciding it's time to head homeward, I visited the library to pick up a copy of "Of Mice and Men". Haven't read that since secondary school, and never in finnish, so I'm curious to see how it compares. It's much less to read than I remembered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo I take it slow walking to Euromarket. I had to get floor and window cleaning equipment, a washing basket and the essential food stuff. I somehow manage to drag it all to the check-out, but faced a dilemma once I'd paid. How the hell was I supposed to get them home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 cm  x  46 cm  x  49.5 cm, 45 litres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYkYCNNV6Bk/SkuMkf8ucoI/AAAAAAAAABg/hepBXjR7v5Q/s1600-h/370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYkYCNNV6Bk/SkuMkf8ucoI/AAAAAAAAABg/hepBXjR7v5Q/s320/370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353527140739347074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I drag them to a bench away from the check-outs, because I was kinda crowding the place. And I ponder. I think. I exhaust my brain trying to figure it out. I ended up putting all the food stuff (including 4.5 litres of drinks) and the cleaning mop for my bathroom in the basket, and carry the rest in my other hand. I had to stop a total of 12 times on the way home which usually takes me about 10-15 minutes to walk. Half-way I nearly knocked myself out when I slammed my palm to my forehead. Cos I had realised that wearing a bandana around your wrist as an accessory can also be very useful. I tied it through the holes, and so made a handle. I am so clever it sickens me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am home. Aaaahh. About to pay my internet and cutlery-set bills. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. That was a pointless update, that I wanted to share. Cos I need my vents and rants. Deal kids. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"naita no wa boku datta"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-3617941972869240010?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3617941972869240010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=3617941972869240010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/3617941972869240010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/3617941972869240010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/07/listening-to-girugamesh-fujin-ai.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYkYCNNV6Bk/SkuMkf8ucoI/AAAAAAAAABg/hepBXjR7v5Q/s72-c/370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-9202590436917896451</id><published>2009-06-30T11:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:55:22.324+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... why the fuck did my brother take &lt;b&gt;Sasuke&lt;/b&gt; for drinks in London nightclubs, and why did Sasuke's face slowly change into Shaun's? And what the hell was up with &lt;b&gt;Vash&lt;/b&gt; saving young kids from a train bound from London to Southampton?? AND WHY THE HELL WERE &lt;b&gt;ZORN&lt;/b&gt; AND &lt;b&gt;THORN&lt;/b&gt;, THE JESTERS FROM FINAL FANTASY IX, CHOPPING THE TREES FROM MY APARTMENT BLOCK'S BACKYARD WITH CHISELS?????! WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... this was my dream, by the way. Dun get confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-9202590436917896451?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/9202590436917896451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=9202590436917896451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/9202590436917896451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/9202590436917896451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-8848263571797737990</id><published>2009-06-29T22:10:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:29:26.010+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lmfao @ Pasila again tonight. Fuck I have to buy the season 1 on DVD.... hope season 2 is out soon too xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"This book has no text or pictures in it... Interesting, the author's thrown the ball to the reader... Balls readers, readers are human... humans and balls, humans, exciting... balls and humans are exciting... mmyes, so very, exciting, balls..." ---&gt; "this book has thrown balls at me!!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfg. Cannot stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a story for you. It's an epic adventure with me and Anth. Who's awesomesauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bright and sunny day in Kumbyland. People were talking about... I forgot what. But they were having a nice chat. Enter Rie. She sat down and was content with just watching. Enter Anth, who comes sit with her with popcorn. When suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;.. there grows a huge popcorn mountain out of the ground, with Anth sitting on top. Yes, Anth owns a huge massive fucking BIG popcorn mountain.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what... Rie likes popcorn. So she goes and tries to steal some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the adventure begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:26:48 PM): Stop Stealing my popcorn!!!!&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:26:50 PM): -Bite-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:27:08 PM): ;___; Butbutbut&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:27:15 PM): -bites back-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:28:16 PM): :O&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:28:20 PM): You bit me!&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:28:24 PM): -Bites and pokes-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:28:52 PM): You started ittttttt D: -ductapes to a tree- Ha. &gt;D POPCORN! -noms-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:29:21 PM): Waaaa -Squirms- x.o Fine! -Poofs behind you and glomps- MINE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:30:30 PM): EEEEEEEEP! x_x -gets glomped- -wriggles- Rietard wants popcoooorrrrnnn ;__; -cryface-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:30:45 PM): Awww&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:30:47 PM): Hmm&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:30:52 PM): -Gives a bag of popcorn-&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:30:54 PM): Here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:31:46 PM): ... -takes- ... -looks inside- ... -looks at you- ... a bag? A BAG?! -points to mountain- You have a mountain, and I GET A BAG???! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:32:49 PM): YES!!! for now!&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:32:55 PM): If your good you get more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:33:25 PM): -immediately sits dwn on the ground with a sweet expression, holding the bag tightly to her chest- I'll be good. ;3;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:33:50 PM): Aww lol cute but you dont get more till ur done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:34:55 PM): -mutter-iwantedtobuildmyownmountain-mutter- ... -looks up at you- You just dun want me to have a mountain, do ya? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:36:02 PM): -Nods- :D My Mountain!  I don't know how you can have it but I'll tell you a secret... my mountain never dries up! There popcorn for ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:37:03 PM): -round eyes- We-he-heeeeell... then you dun mind if I... TAKE A TRUCKLOAD! &gt;D -snaps fingers, and a truck comes along-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:38:29 PM): -Blows up teh truck- Nu!&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:38:30 PM): BAD&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:38:33 PM): BAD Rie!&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:38:41 PM): -Takes your bag away-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:39:49 PM): -cryface tantrum- Rie wants popcooooorrrrrnnn! -stomps foot and crossed arms- You're mean. -digs pockets and noms on a salt stick-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:40:35 PM): Hmph! I told you! BE GOOD! and you try to steal from me after I offered you unlimited popcorn T-T -Ish sad- This is what I get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:41:34 PM): -pout- Butbutbut. Mountain. -points as she finished her salt stick- And... -points to self- .. eaten salt stick. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:42:39 PM): Hmm then! How about this! You say sorry for trying to steal my popcorn and I'll share half of it with you!&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:42:44 PM): -nod nod-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:43:44 PM): ... ... -mutter-Rieissorryfor...tryingtostealAnth'spopcornmountain....-mutter- ... ... -looks up, a gleam of hope in her eyes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:44:06 PM): Hmmmm... I didn't hear youuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:44:47 PM): T_T&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:44:48 PM): Okay.&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:44:52 PM): I'm soryry.&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:44:54 PM): uhm&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:44:58 PM): ... sorry xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:45:44 PM): XD&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:45:54 PM): Fine fine you can has some of my popcorn &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:46:27 PM): -pokes index fingers together- I can? 8DDD -latches onto your foot- Nyaaa~~ Thank youuu x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:47:01 PM): Yesss you can!&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:47:07 PM): But be careful&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:47:16 PM): theres a secret batch of marshmellow in the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:47:44 PM): -she's already diving into the popcorn- !!! -falls flat on her face- Marshmellow?? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:47:55 PM): Yes&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:47:57 PM): they are evul&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:48:04 PM): and the guardians of the secret treasure&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:48:08 PM): within the mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:48:37 PM): Guardians? TREASURE? *w*&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:48:41 PM): -wants-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:48:59 PM): Psst I already found it&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:49:06 PM): but theres another treasure&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:49:16 PM): the marshmallows are tough tho&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:49:17 PM): !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:49:43 PM): D: Ohnoessssss. -pouts- Ne ne, what kinda treasure is it? &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:50:35 PM): I dont know! The first treasure was quite nice :P&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:50:49 PM): it becomes the first thing you think of when you touch it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:51:05 PM): O__O That kinda treasure could be dangerous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:51:46 PM): I know!&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:51:52 PM): luckily for me&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:51:55 PM): i was hungry at the time&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:52:01 PM): and got this mountain of unlimited popcorn&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:52:04 PM): :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:52:44 PM): -is worried about the possibility of her finding same kinda treasure- Oh, but think about the chances you missed.. o.o&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:52:54 PM): I mean...&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:53:02 PM): A mountain of popcorn... it's nice..&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:53:05 PM): .. but...&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:53:22 PM): ... it could've been, like... a pile of Mudkips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:53:35 PM): I was hungry at the time&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:53:35 PM): D:&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:53:38 PM): 4 days with no food&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:53:42 PM): and i smelt popcorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:54:18 PM): Dayuummmm. Okay, okay... so considering, it was a good use of the treasure...&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:54:21 PM): ... I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:55:23 PM): Well now i can offer popcorn to all my hungry friends!&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:55:29 PM): So i think its pretty good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:55:50 PM): I'm just worried about the marshmellows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (03:56:11 PM): I can help fight them off if you wish to risk both our livesfor your 1 wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (03:57:48 PM): ... when you put it that way.... -takes out her sporks- Let's gooooo &gt;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:01:58 PM): Waaa!&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:02:05 PM): Alright! - Brings a torch- o.o&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:02:10 PM): Fire is their weakness&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:02:12 PM): they melt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:03:50 PM): But... we will damage the popcorn with that torch... D; Not to mention my hairspray-covered hair WILL catch fire. -is highly flammable-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:04:08 PM): But then if we go in without fire&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:04:15 PM): it will be a lot more dangerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:04:39 PM): Okay. I have a plan.&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:05:11 PM): You go in, torch the marshmellows, grab my treasure, and deliver it safely to me whilst I nom on this popcorn. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:05:21 PM): But but once i touch the treasure&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:05:25 PM): my wish will come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:05:37 PM): ... Fudge.&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:05:38 PM): Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:05:41 PM): -thinks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:05:54 PM): Well... lets do it like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:05:57 PM): Here. -gives a pair of mahoosive tweezers-&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:06:01 PM): Use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:06:07 PM): no!&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:06:08 PM): I shall&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:06:11 PM): distract them&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:06:14 PM): long enough&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:06:15 PM): for you&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:06:20 PM): to get the treasure&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:06:25 PM): be swift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:06:28 PM): But the fireeee D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:06:42 PM): -throws torch away and run intho the mountain-&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:06:46 PM): Goodluck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:06:49 PM): O__O&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:06:54 PM): -follows- Damn you.. -mutters-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:07:04 PM): -Is swarmed by the marshmallows-&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:07:09 PM): Argh.... GO!&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:07:17 PM): the treasure shouldnt be that deep in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:07:28 PM): -freezes as she sees marshmellows- Andyyyyy~~~D: -watches in horror-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:07:52 PM): -Tries to fight them off- ugh.. Ah! ... Run! Rie! RUNNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:08:07 PM): I.. I... FUDGE! -throws sporks at the marshmellows before running- Andy, you better survive dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:08:43 PM): -Crushes some mallows before he's jumped by more and falls to the ground- I'll .. be fine... get your wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:09:38 PM): -runs to the treasure, one last spork in a tight grab- ... uhm uhm... -grabs the treasure, and at the same time has a picture of herself and you safely outside-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:10:17 PM): -Poofs outside the mountain badly beaten- o.x&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:10:35 PM): -Struggles to get up-...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:10:40 PM): -falls flat on her face- ...&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:10:44 PM): -looks up-&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:10:58 PM): Anth ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:10:59 PM): Rie... are you.. okay -Coughs-&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:11:28 PM): Did you... get your wish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:11:46 PM): -throws the spork away and crawls to you- I'm alright... but... you... and the wish... I... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:12:40 PM): -Notices a little box under rie before he colapses fomr the beating-&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:12:46 PM): Rie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:13:13 PM): -stares at you, marshmellow pieces falling from her hair-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:13:56 PM): -He layed there breathign heavily-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:14:47 PM): -places a hand on your shoulder, too worried not to notice the box- Anth... -is at a loss- ... dammit... D:&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:15:00 PM): ... *to notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:15:35 PM): -His eyes open slightly- Rie..&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:15:53 PM): The box... rie...&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:16:28 PM): I'm.. okay.  I just need to rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:17:00 PM): -her eyes grow round- Box? Anth, box?? -looks wildly around and sees the box- That box, Anth?? -reaches for it-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:17:40 PM): -he nods-&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:17:45 PM): Yes, yur wish&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:17:46 PM): ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:18:07 PM): -she grabs the box, hands trembling-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:18:35 PM): Now, think of what you want, anthing in the world&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:18:40 PM): it can be yours rie&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:18:53 PM): -He smiles from his beaten face-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:19:17 PM): -she looks at you, then at the box, and at you again, returning the smile, though shakily- ... ... anything...&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:19:22 PM): -closes her eyes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:19:49 PM): -Closes his eyes and rests-&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:19:55 PM): We did it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:21:16 PM): Anth... -with a deep sigh, she places a hand on the box before opening it- ... ... ... Uhm.... -drops the box as she feels the ground trembling-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:21:59 PM): -His eyes open wide- Wa.. Whats happening! This didnt happen with my wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:22:09 PM): Aaaaanth~~ -from the ground, white blobs start to form, slowly piling up and forming a mountain-&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:22:15 PM): O__o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:22:25 PM): What did you wish for Rie rie&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:22:33 PM): -He pulls her behind him-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:22:53 PM): -stares at the giggling mountain- Uhm... I... all I kept thinking was how those marshmellows beat you up and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:23:25 PM): Stand back rie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:23:39 PM): -grabs your shoulders- Whatcha gonna do..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:23:43 PM): -He pulls out a bottle of flamable liquid-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:23:49 PM): Oh crap.&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:23:55 PM): -backs away-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:24:04 PM): -Grabs the torch-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:24:13 PM): This ain't gonna be pretty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:24:15 PM): Sorry rie.... this is goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:24:22 PM): ANTH??? O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:24:33 PM): -Runs towars the blob bringing the flammable liquid cloer to the flame-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:24:49 PM): Anth!! -runs towards you and the mountain-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:24:53 PM): &gt;&lt; RUN RIE NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:25:00 PM): Nooooo! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:25:16 PM): -Runs into the blob and lights the bottle- ...&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:26:01 PM): -A huge explosion melts al lthe goo into liquid-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:26:26 PM): -watches in horror, her eyes wide and her voice lost-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:27:10 PM): -He layed there covered in burnt goo and blood, his body badly burned... beraly alive-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:27:52 PM): -watching the liquid fly high up, and then rain down, she finally gets her legs to move, and runs to you, tears streaming down her face-&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:28:02 PM): -falls on her knees next to you- Anth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:29:04 PM): -His hand slowly reaches over to rie-...Rie...safe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:29:56 PM): -gently she places a hand on your cheek- ... ... -then, a thought occurs to her, and she looks around wildly before looking down at you again- ... Anth... Anth, the box... shouldn't there be another box??? -her voice trembles, full of panic-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:31:52 PM): -His breathing low, laying there lifeless he doesn't make a souns-&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:31:56 PM): sound*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:35:32 PM): -biting down on her lower lip, she shuts her eyes tightly for a moment- Hold on, Anth... -opening them again, she gets to her feet and runs towards the center of the now liquid mountain, grabbing the last spork as she goes- . there must be a box.. must... -panting, she wades through the burning goo, her eyes fixed on the little bump in the middle of it. sporking her way through, she digs through it until the spork hits something- ... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:36:20 PM): -He flinches in pain and coughs up blood...-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:38:29 PM): ... -tossing the spork aside, the digs a box out with her hands, her eyes shining with hope. her ears catching your cough, she bites her lip again, and this time sure of her wish, opens the box- Let it work... -a cliched sphere of light encloses the area within itself, and as it fades, with nearly blinded eyes she looks towards you- Did it... the injuries... -with an effort, she returns to you, the box crumbling in her hands-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:39:54 PM): -His eyes opened up to a bright light and ries face- uhhh.. what happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:40:45 PM): -a smile breaks on her face- Anth.. how're you feeling...? -she places a hand on your cheek, worry playing across her features-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:41:54 PM): - He slowly pulls himself up holding onto rie- I'm... I;m fine! How did you...&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:43:23 PM): All I remember was a blast &gt;&lt; and then seeing you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:43:42 PM): -her head jerks downward, a hand shooting to her chest and a sigh of relief escapes her as she looks up again- The box... there was another box, Anth! -she grabs your arm- I just.. I wished that you'd be okay again, and then there was a bright light and the liquid burnt and and.. -gasping for breath-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:45:44 PM): Another box?! but..how.. -He pulls Rie closer and places her head on his chest-   Well it doesn't matter now.. it's finally over, everything is alright. -He whispers to rie- Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:47:20 PM): -starts to tremble as she grabs a hold of your shirt- I don't know... I was just... so worried and... -she tries to level her breath-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:48:55 PM): -He gently rubs her back- It okay Rie just rest now... I'm not going anywhere... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:49:56 PM): -lets out a sigh and closes her eyes- Glad you're okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:51:35 PM): -He leans close to her and gives a little kisson the cheek- You can have as much popcorn as you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:52:42 PM): -blushes as she looks at you-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigganth (04:54:15 PM): -He smiles and hugs Rie tightly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgitsrie (04:54:38 PM): -smiles back, relieved as she returns the hug-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the marshmellow mountain was defeated, Anth didn't die, Rie's hair didn't set on fire, and we beat those goddamn marshmellows inside the popcorn mountain, which is now safe to dive into.&lt;br /&gt;All's well that ends well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... or is it?&lt;br /&gt;-a sniggering white blob hops along the street into the sunset-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cough-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've been pushed, pulled, dragged, stretched and raped in every direction today in the Kumby chat. xD Ah dearie me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Kaikki lääkkeet on ihan shaissea, jumalauta!"&lt;br /&gt;(all medication/drugs are shite, FFS!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-8848263571797737990?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8848263571797737990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=8848263571797737990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/8848263571797737990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/8848263571797737990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/06/lmfao-pasila-again-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-6898795298223647551</id><published>2009-06-28T20:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:57:13.024+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FFS. Cba~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really fucking pissed off. There I am, enjoying a nice chat in the Kumby Chatango, and Maicher starts fucking concerning himself with my life. For fuck sakes! Yesterday I was talking with a couple of friends there, and mentioned I was stressed. Then this dick and one other start going &lt;i&gt;omg omg omg rei is sressed, rei y u stressd??!11! u nedd help, 1800-lifeline (or some other shit)&lt;/i&gt; and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's me thinking... wth? THEN they start going on about me getting a job in the adult business. Yeah, I can take a joke. But when it goes overboard... when people start talking for me... when it goes beyond funny and becomes just plain fucking annoying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;å03å¨wohnå09g'3toöwrlFUCKTARDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, today, Maicher started going on how I need help and how he's gonna help me even if it kills me, he &lt;i&gt;just wants me to live happily&lt;/i&gt;, and I just... fuck, I got so sick of it. MY FUCKING LIFE. Does NOT concern you, him, that one there, her, them, those, God, Satan, Santa, or the fucking senile granny living with her fucking cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LIFE. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;/vent over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"hitting the walls uselessly, leaving everything unsaid"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-6898795298223647551?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6898795298223647551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=6898795298223647551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/6898795298223647551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/6898795298223647551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/06/ffs.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-3684568757039884644</id><published>2009-06-25T23:50:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:13:24.126+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nante~~~~?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.msn-smiley.net/upload/images/120/1219171600650.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm on ep 124 in Naruto... just finished LOLing at ep 123... I used to only like Kakashi (mmm, Kakashi-senseiii~~) -coughcough- but, after ep 123, Rock Lee and Drunken Fist... omg. I heart Rock Lee alot now. ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaaah... and Scright looks like him. &lt;img src="http://www.msn-smiley.net/upload/images/13/1186917073455.gif" /&gt; Gomenasai.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h10/riex/scrightvsrockleelmao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and Rock Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h10/riex/rock_lee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think Scright should've cosplayed Rock Lee when he still sported that hairstyle xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... I only wanted to update for Rock Lee. x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Naruto and "Drunken Fist". xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"SUIKEN!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-3684568757039884644?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3684568757039884644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=3684568757039884644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/3684568757039884644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/3684568757039884644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/06/nante-so-im-on-ep-124-in-naruto.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-3367397276681656433</id><published>2009-06-15T22:12:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:24:02.448+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Don't mess with my ducktales. Don't fuck my duck."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="right"&gt;-from "Rumble"&lt;/align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just accidentally seen a fucking weird but funny and messed up film. It's got the style of Grease, and the ideal of "Harold and Kumar Get the Munchies". Although it's 2002, so HaKGtM must've copied :P Teh lulz. I don't know whether or not it can be found subtitled.. actually, no, only finnish people would get it. But if you're finnish, or understand the language... watch it. Fuck yeah. It was great. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In completely unrelated news....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I fucking got accepted for the audiovisual course, and will be a student again starting on the 6th of August 2009.&lt;/b&gt; :DD&lt;br /&gt;Only thing that's bothering me is.. when I finish the education in 2012, I'll be close to 26 y. Aaaand most of the others would be 20 y or so. THAT's fucking jokes. I feel like crying. Lmao. I'll be the Granny. Ohnoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naruto's up to 84 now. -coughcough- Fuck off and stop calling me a loser, you people.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I don't care. W/e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmh.. my hair feels weiiiiird... Space'll probably call it hair-murder, but I chopped off half of my hair today. And nooo~~ it's not lopsided, it's just... short. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why you needed to know that. Oh wait... you didn't. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll get off my lazy fat ass and go draw commissions and birthday card for dad.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, my art as it is atm is worth around 2m in-game currency on Subeta. I need to improve, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckevittu. YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"right here, right now. you punch like a drunken rider."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-3367397276681656433?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3367397276681656433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=3367397276681656433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/3367397276681656433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/3367397276681656433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-mess-with-my-ducktales.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-2151230685196101327</id><published>2009-06-12T01:27:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:53:51.839+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Probably getting the results from that entrance exam today.. well, practically today, seeing it's past midnight and friday already... Not sure how I feel about it, haven't paid that much attention to the passing of time and so haven't had much time to be nervous.&lt;br /&gt;But fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I HAVE thought about it... what the hell do I do if I don't get in? Yeah, my dad and them keep saying you will get in, it's a said.&lt;br /&gt;But it isn't. At all. Maybe I shouldn't have listened to them at all and got my hopes up, even slightly. The fall I take will be just that much greater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's the reason I never hold hope with things like this.. or anything, as a matter of fact. I don't want to get disappointent, I don't like getting crushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a good thing, or a bad thing, I have no fucking clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... On a completely unrelated note, just finished watching Naruto Season 2. And fuck off. Dun come telling me I'm uncool.&lt;br /&gt;I actually like it... plus, I have a thing for Kakashi~~ Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://plaza.ufl.edu/hotapuu9/dancekakashi_anim.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3042/2471760281_4c91042c39_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i211.photobucket.com/albums/bb120/Shinigami_luv/naruto%20pictures%20and%20icons/naruto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Yeah. W/e. :P Off to start Season 3, yay~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.omgimages.net/img/4753/72432.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"brick'd."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-2151230685196101327?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2151230685196101327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=2151230685196101327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/2151230685196101327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/2151230685196101327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmmh.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3042/2471760281_4c91042c39_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-3377523321887516518</id><published>2009-06-07T00:18:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:34:07.105+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found a kewl new acronym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun care if I'm late in finding out about it. I like it. Haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YSOSRS&lt;/b&gt; is my new word. Acronym. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYkYCNNV6Bk/SirggXSRGkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vzeOcj18-mQ/s1600-h/srsface.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYkYCNNV6Bk/SirggXSRGkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vzeOcj18-mQ/s320/srsface.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344330754439584322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this image is copyright to Keith Kurson/Subeta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"why so serious?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-3377523321887516518?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3377523321887516518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=3377523321887516518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/3377523321887516518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/3377523321887516518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/06/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYkYCNNV6Bk/SirggXSRGkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vzeOcj18-mQ/s72-c/srsface.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-6440327525768741463</id><published>2009-06-05T13:54:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:13:11.059+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been nearly a week, dayummmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking powercut yesterday. I had just started a planned Naruto marathon, when everything just went... dim. I was able to watch half-way through the 2nd episode when it started buffering, and because I wasn't connected... well it doesn't need explaining.&lt;br /&gt;I'll fucking shove the electricity bills up the Vattenfall people's asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a weiiiiird dream last night... it had pirates, and ninjas, and carnage. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I remember at one point in it I had my hair cut, and everyone kept saying it looks like a back-to-front chicken's ass on my head... basically short at the back, yet still kept my long fringe. Thanks. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also had my cousin Matti's future(?) fiancee in it... and the two girls my dad and Britta fostered earlier this year, Nanne and Peppi. Nanne was herself, but Peppi wasn't, she was just a nameless baby. Hmm... And Nanne, oh dear god. Same as in real life, maybe even if worse if that's possible. I don't know why I was explaining how to eat a sandwich to her (she's 4), but Matti's fiancee (Jaana) came to help me... and Nanne wouldn't listen, to me nor her... she said/did something rude to Jaana, and O told Nanne not to treat her like a dog. Weiiiiird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it had an interesting salad-bowl... Well, not really a bowl, it was sorta like one of those layer-trays that are used in weddings and such, only it was made of four rectangular glassboxes, the bottom one large and then getting smaller. It had mixed salad in each of the boxes, and the top one (smallest) had also tofu. My brother was just making grilled cheese sandwiches near it, and I noticed the top box was leaking (wtf??). I went to ask him who was the person who last touched the top one, but he didn't answer, just tried to run off. So I did some sort of martial arts move on him and pinned him.&lt;br /&gt;Sorta like the takedown in Sambo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn-www.expertvillage.com/showImage.aspx?site=21&amp;amp;fn=advanced-sambo-submission.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... fuck knows. Just before I woke up, he passed out and I went to finish making his sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone can tell me what the fuck all this bloody means, please do share. LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"don't think i won't catch you if you fall"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-6440327525768741463?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6440327525768741463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=6440327525768741463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/6440327525768741463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/6440327525768741463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/06/been-nearly-week-dayummmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-620136461001021236</id><published>2009-05-31T16:07:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:11:13.195+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYkYCNNV6Bk/SiKBXZzM42I/AAAAAAAAABA/Vh-EP6aRaco/s1600-h/LKROMT0000030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341974347077444450" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYkYCNNV6Bk/SiKBXZzM42I/AAAAAAAAABA/Vh-EP6aRaco/s320/LKROMT0000030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Extremely pissed off. Why can't I find Rockett's Devil Lock-print trucker hat anywhere?? I'm gonna cry, I wants it. Still. Bloody 3 or 4 years now...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I burnt myself yesterday. I thinks. My skin's so sore. Bloody sun and heat, I hate it... 40 degree celcius in the sun is a bit much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm gonna go run naked in the lake now. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"this smile isn't forever"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-620136461001021236?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/620136461001021236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=620136461001021236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/620136461001021236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/620136461001021236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/05/extremely-pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYkYCNNV6Bk/SiKBXZzM42I/AAAAAAAAABA/Vh-EP6aRaco/s72-c/LKROMT0000030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-5988737055177137383</id><published>2009-05-28T09:57:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:00:14.280+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soooo I'm at my dad's. Not possible not get online every day, 1)because he's strict when it comes to internet time and 2)danger of thunder storms. ( he lives pretty much in the middle of nowhere :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...&lt;br /&gt;I have problems. But I knew that already, and so did you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't be bothered to go into it. Hmh. Stopped smoking, by the way. Yay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucktwice. ( Eeeee, Agito in Air Gear is way too adorable when he says "fuck" :3 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"just a passerby"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-5988737055177137383?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5988737055177137383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=5988737055177137383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/5988737055177137383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/5988737055177137383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/05/soooo-im-at-my-dads.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-3253846579659584858</id><published>2009-05-24T01:37:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:53:01.426+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.policelink.com/nfs/policelink/attachment_images/0039/3568/asshole.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should'nt fucking surprise me that people are assholes. Really, most people have their head so far up their ass that they could not object to my statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really pisses me off. Someone agreed to help today, and then surprise surprise, they turned out to be a complete fucking twat of an ass. Oh, not to mention they ate their promise. More like shoved it back up their ass, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guessed I''m preeeeeeeeeeeeeetty angry right now? No? This person, they basically decided not to help me after all because they (I hate to use this word soooo much) fancy me. And after I answered their question if I'm in a relationship with anyone (kinda complicated, but kinda yes), their completely fucking ignored my request for help, which by the way had been agreed on earlier already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. People can be real asses, and I've lost most of my faith and trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result to this, my health really deteriorated today. I got home around 10:30pm, because believe it or not I had been helping this guy pack his stuff. So I get home, and pretty much collapse on the fucking sofa 'cos I've zero energy. I hadn't eaten today, and I've pretty much no food left. (Probably guessed it, I had asked this guy to lend me some money until the 1st of June)&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, I'm on the sofa, and have no energy at all. I have this fucking burning at the tip of my throat, and fee nauseous because of it. I hovered between conscious and unconscious for an hour or so. Then I decided, right, I'm gonn get to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;That's when I threw up. Nice throwing up just water and stomach acids, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo... I might have to go to hospital. I'm gonna have to stay up for now, just monitor myself. If I throw up again, I'm calling an ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really fucking hard to find people you can trust nowadays, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"i'm just your toy, a puppet on a string"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-3253846579659584858?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3253846579659584858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=3253846579659584858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/3253846579659584858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/3253846579659584858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-shouldnt-fucking-surprise-me-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-6883362921848093278</id><published>2009-05-23T13:33:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:49:29.665+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like to think I've grown up enough these past 3-4 years in order to forgive and forget. I don't want to be one to hold grudges. I like to think so of other people too.&lt;br /&gt;Have I grown enough? Can I consider myself an adult, if I still depend on other people, especially financial-wise? Yes I live by myself (which is still a little beyond me, guess it quite hasn't sunk in yet) and yes I try to handle my stuff and issues myself. (At this point I have to thank my mum, she's a Super Mum who I couldn't live without... well, duhh. But you know what I mean.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure which direction my life's heading right now. It's a bit overwhelming, I've alot on my mind. I want to apologise in advance if I don't reply to messages, on Facebook/DeviantArt/Subeta/Email/whatever, right now I just cannot handle everything at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I yearn for, is acknowledgement for things I've said and done. That just occured to me, and I think the lack of it sometimes is partly the reason why I'm so down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I don't know what I've just typed, by the way.... my mind's all over the place, so if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna head back to spend time with Air Gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and no, I do &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; spend too much time on the laptop. Just a fore-note (if that's even a word, idk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"the intense wish that fell from those lips"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-6883362921848093278?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6883362921848093278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=6883362921848093278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/6883362921848093278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/6883362921848093278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-like-to-think-ive-grown-up-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-6672613784034870194</id><published>2009-05-22T19:29:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T19:36:11.407+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h10/riex/alien_LOL.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 204px;" src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h10/riex/alien_LOL.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idkrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT download Veoh Video Compass, it's exceedingly annoying when you Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my mood's getting much worse. Just today, I've burst into tears for no apparent reason 4 times. And I sleep alot, I woke up around 3 today. That's approximately 12 hours of sleep I had (I say approximately because I kept waking pretty much exactly every 2 hours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like dying. It being the weekend doesn't help, all my neighbours' having fun etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;To put it simply, my life sucks atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"i will call it solitude when all my songs fade in vain"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-6672613784034870194?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6672613784034870194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=6672613784034870194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/6672613784034870194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/6672613784034870194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/05/idkrite.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-8855999474647147566</id><published>2009-05-21T23:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:15:59.876+03:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK-ON ::: Chain</title><content type='html'>On Top to break da chain.&lt;br /&gt;no pain don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;but kawaranai&lt;br /&gt;same ol'days same ol'ways.&lt;br /&gt;mawari tsudukeru tokei uh...kawakikitta koukei&lt;br /&gt;Repeat sareta mainichi&lt;br /&gt;zutto kakedasenai kono houteishiki&lt;br /&gt;KAGO no naka de ayatsurareta PUPPET&lt;br /&gt;kakikesunda Noise...&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hakidashite nagesuteta&lt;br /&gt;rikutsu bakari no hokori&lt;br /&gt;kanashimi ni hibiku kaze jiyuu he to sasou&lt;br /&gt;Go my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saa ikouze! (On time to break da chain, no pain don't be afraid.)&lt;br /&gt;kusari hazushite! (Yo, Jiyuu motome toke mukae kaihou e)&lt;br /&gt;tsubasa hiroge! (Oh, That's the sign its time to try you gotta fly)&lt;br /&gt;aoi sekai he... (Uh, Ue mo shita mo nai, You gotta grab the sky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teritsukeru hizashide ichinichi hajimari&lt;br /&gt;itsumo toori SNEAKER ni HIMOdooshi&lt;br /&gt;onaji michi nori onajimi no story.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna step in da michi no ryouiki&lt;br /&gt;Hell I know you can't stop me&lt;br /&gt;hikari wo mitsuketa toki no you ni&lt;br /&gt;The winds at my back&lt;br /&gt;so it's time to fly&lt;br /&gt;jibun shinji tobitateyo right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiiro ni tsutsumareta taiyou wo yobisamasu&lt;br /&gt;haiboku wo korogashite asu he to tsunagu my wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saa ikouze! (On time to break da chain, no pain don't be afraid.)&lt;br /&gt;kusari hazushite! (Yo, Jiyuu motome toke mukae kaihou e)&lt;br /&gt;tsubasa hiroge! (Oh, That's the sign its time to try you gotta fly)&lt;br /&gt;aoi sekai he... (Uh, Ue mo shita mo nai, You gotta grab the sky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ready to wake up you gotta fly with us&lt;br /&gt;You ready to wake up you gotta fly with us&lt;br /&gt;You ready to wake up you gotta fly with us&lt;br /&gt;You ready to wake up you gotta fly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ready to wake up you gotta fly with us&lt;br /&gt;yami ga me wo samasu mou hikari sasu&lt;br /&gt;You ready to wake up you gotta fly with us&lt;br /&gt;yami ga me wo samasu mou hikari sasu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saa ikouze! (On time to break da chain, no pain don't be afraid.)&lt;br /&gt;kusari hazushite! (Yo, Jiyuu motome toke mukae kaihou e)&lt;br /&gt;tsubasa hiroge! (Oh, That's the sign its time to try you gotta fly)&lt;br /&gt;aoi sekai he... (Uh, Ue mo shita mo nai, You gotta grab the sky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~Air Gear's opening is just love :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-8855999474647147566?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8855999474647147566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=8855999474647147566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/8855999474647147566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/8855999474647147566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-on-chain.html' title='BACK-ON ::: Chain'/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-9192738997914473223</id><published>2009-05-21T22:48:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:49:29.966+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYkYCNNV6Bk/ShWwPxe-XYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Mi5ZVqDXRhI/s1600-h/lol.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYkYCNNV6Bk/ShWwPxe-XYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Mi5ZVqDXRhI/s320/lol.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338366718345371010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-9192738997914473223?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/9192738997914473223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=9192738997914473223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/9192738997914473223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/9192738997914473223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYkYCNNV6Bk/ShWwPxe-XYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Mi5ZVqDXRhI/s72-c/lol.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-3477134091663417972</id><published>2009-05-21T16:59:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:02:50.061+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate being forced to keep my thoughts in line, and not let my mind relax, even for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;This is what smoking does for you kids, don't start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 2 days I've had to keep myself focused. On nothing particular, but focused all the same. If I start thinking about things too much, I'll get so fucking depressed I feel I need to smoke. Constantly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so snappy, yet indifferent to things. Nothing interests me, I feel I've no want nor need to speak to anyone, like I'M indifferent to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know where to put my mind right now. I'm all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-3477134091663417972?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3477134091663417972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=3477134091663417972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/3477134091663417972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/3477134091663417972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-being-forced-to-keep-my-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-7326070202739018088</id><published>2009-05-21T16:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:35:26.609+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.subeta.net/minion_sql.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohnoez D: I hate this &lt;b&gt;MySQL-squirrel.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-7326070202739018088?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7326070202739018088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=7326070202739018088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/7326070202739018088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/7326070202739018088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohnoez-d-i-hate-this-mysql-squirrel.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-383690701861830824</id><published>2009-05-21T14:59:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:59:19.280+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh look. The little box follows you... aaaww...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-383690701861830824?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/383690701861830824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=383690701861830824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/383690701861830824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/383690701861830824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-1555505640496002224</id><published>2009-05-21T13:35:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T13:40:25.753+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm... can it be this hard finding a javascript for comments....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYkYCNNV6Bk/ShUvcTauVVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6eNxK0C3W30/s1600-h/blue_wateva_wateva.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 40px; height: 40px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYkYCNNV6Bk/ShUvcTauVVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6eNxK0C3W30/s200/blue_wateva_wateva.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338225096612795730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-1555505640496002224?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/1555505640496002224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=1555505640496002224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/1555505640496002224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/1555505640496002224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYkYCNNV6Bk/ShUvcTauVVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6eNxK0C3W30/s72-c/blue_wateva_wateva.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-1797297797773045193</id><published>2009-05-21T01:57:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T02:07:33.493+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed and try to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extreme crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h10/riex/angryplz.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-1797297797773045193?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/1797297797773045193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=1797297797773045193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/1797297797773045193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/1797297797773045193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/05/fuck-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-6476529755315385142</id><published>2009-05-20T22:15:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:20:25.705+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am extremely dangerous right now...&lt;br /&gt;... no money for the rest of the month means I'm really worried and stressed. Barely any food at my place means I'll be cranky and edgy. NO CIGARETTES means I'm at a point where I will snap at anything and anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not good times. Fucking hell, not at all. I fail at producing any good art, I fail at sleeping through the night, and my flat's such a mess it disgusts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But know what? I can't be fucking BOTHERED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawrh. Someone gimme a shotgun and a truckload of bound chavs to shoot one by one, maybe I'll feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now excuse my fucking sorry self, I'm off to watch One Piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"gimme your sweet morphine and i'll listen to all your lies"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-6476529755315385142?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6476529755315385142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=6476529755315385142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/6476529755315385142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/6476529755315385142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-extremely-dangerous-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-4632866078971424517</id><published>2009-05-20T19:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:33:17.325+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Fuck YOU&lt;/b&gt;, Mr. Life. You suck major male genitalia and I want nothing to do with youuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... didn't help much, but at least that told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr rawr rawr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-4632866078971424517?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/4632866078971424517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=4632866078971424517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/4632866078971424517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/4632866078971424517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/05/fuck-you-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-4618090788242384232</id><published>2009-05-20T14:57:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:00:32.886+03:00</updated><title type='text'>hide yourself from reality</title><content type='html'>I fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I was taking photos by the river, I had my mechanical pencil in my mouth because I wanted to find a good place to sit and sketch. So I was leaning over the railing of the bridge, and surprise surprise, I dropped that damn pencil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my best one too. And my favourite. I'm still pissed off. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"you are here, alone again, in your sweet insanity"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-4618090788242384232?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/4618090788242384232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=4618090788242384232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/4618090788242384232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/4618090788242384232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/05/hide-yourself-from-reality.html' title='hide yourself from reality'/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-3602932266080782118</id><published>2009-05-20T14:00:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:03:27.294+03:00</updated><title type='text'>this is love from MoondustDreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h10/riex/moondustdreams.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my new forumset on Subeta. This is just pure love.&lt;br /&gt;Most of you aren't familair with Subeta, so I'm just gonna say this is my current Human Avatar (an avatar system, basically a male/female you can dress with the wearable items on the site). Because it's for a forumset, it's sideways. But &lt;b&gt;hawtdamn.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-3602932266080782118?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3602932266080782118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=3602932266080782118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/3602932266080782118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/3602932266080782118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-love-from-moondustdreams.html' title='this is love from MoondustDreams'/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-6535691033766880429</id><published>2009-05-20T03:21:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T03:26:58.176+03:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you Scright</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://blogmxl.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/id10t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Scott's an asswipe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes to hurt my feelings. ):&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-6535691033766880429?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6535691033766880429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=6535691033766880429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/6535691033766880429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/6535691033766880429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you-scright.html' title='thank you Scright'/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-5050383162482682576</id><published>2009-05-20T01:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T01:42:22.769+03:00</updated><title type='text'>from my visions of the world</title><content type='html'>It's fucking ridiculous how much I've abused the free anime streaming on &lt;a href="http://kumby.com/"&gt;Kumby&lt;/a&gt; these past 2 weeks. So far I've watched, hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loveless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elfen Lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Welcome to the NHK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;.hack // Sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;.hack // Liminality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.hack // Sign was so damn confusing. Hell it made little sense to me. Well, it's .hack // Legend of the Twilight next, which I've read as a manga. Then .hack // Roots, which is the final anime in the series. I think. Damn there's so much of it. My head's gonna fucking explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Kumby and this blog prove that I have no life.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://riex.deviantart.com/journal/24801750/"&gt;100 Themes - challenge&lt;/a&gt; on deviantart offers a way for me to break away from the trap, so to speak. I'm really preoccupied with it as of now, my mind's on something else other than what anime to watch next. It also gives me a reason to draw with purpose, rather than doodle shit I don't ever submit online.&lt;br /&gt;Idkrite, I've been so stressed this month, moreso than previously. I've no money left whatsoever, and that's bringing me down more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are other issues, which I'm not prepared to go into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"if you are near to the dark, i will tell you 'bout the sun"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="lyrics"&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-5050383162482682576?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5050383162482682576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=5050383162482682576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/5050383162482682576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/5050383162482682576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-my-visions-of-world.html' title='from my visions of the world'/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-872153232727845937</id><published>2009-05-20T01:05:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T01:05:40.386+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Beginning.</title><content type='html'>Fuck this is just a welcome note and a test. Go do something productive, this blog goes live later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-872153232727845937?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/872153232727845937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=872153232727845937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/872153232727845937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/872153232727845937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-to-beginning_3582.html' title='Welcome to the Beginning.'/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycVDq-xbaC0/TVhRP4iy4kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2u_mAJa34v4/s220/Kuva%2B004__mod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590067590732185464.post-5572831647112015674</id><published>2009-05-20T01:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T01:05:29.480+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really hate these testing stages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But figures I have to keep posting so my blog doesn't look as retarded as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590067590732185464-5572831647112015674?l=omgitsrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5572831647112015674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590067590732185464&amp;postID=5572831647112015674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/5572831647112015674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590067590732185464/posts/default/5572831647112015674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgitsrie.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-to-beginning_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898250702884119295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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