<?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-3434119160908965079</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:33:23.102-08:00</updated><category term='killing in the name of love'/><category term='k-on'/><category term='raging in the name of vengeance'/><category term='deep stuff'/><category term='WAHAHA :D'/><category term='serious business'/><category term='killing [ not ] in the name of love'/><category term='yandere'/><category term='psychological'/><category term='monologue-complex'/><category term='yuri'/><category term='parodies lolwut ?'/><category term='really really deep stuff'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='working'/><title type='text'>dere&gt;dere</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guromantikku.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119160908965079/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guromantikku.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rayneholde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dW93yYyUVyo/SJmXP8shYMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5QPBC4v_4Ws/s1600-R/20908.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119160908965079.post-2349066135616907555</id><published>2010-08-23T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T14:52:31.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parodies lolwut ?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working'/><title type='text'>Tweetfic : Wagnarian Liberation Front</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWEETFIC : WAGNARIAN LIBERATION FRONT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ &lt;a href="http://ophanium.blogspot.com/"&gt;rayneholde&lt;/a&gt; | based on the animated series working !! produced by a-1 pictures ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;author's note : these were compiled from a series of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spams&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tweets i made not long ago&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;list of known Wagnarian Liberation Force aircraft; E-767 Kyoko, F/A-25 Yachiyo, A-12 Popura, B-3 Inami, SR-91 Yamada and F-118 Maya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;F-118 MAYA are mostly ignored since they rarely pop on radar, and that is what made them dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;first thing to do when you're up against the WLF, shoot down their E-767 KYOKO. you'll deal very easily with F/A-25 YACHIYO once you had done that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you know you're dead when your enemy sortied their F/A-25 YACHIYO. overkill is imminent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;watchout for SR-91 YAMADA. it lurks around when you're least expecting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;never underestimate the A-12 POPURA. they've got big guns, and big guns kills hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;also, be very afraid of B-3 INAMI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s : the title is a reference to Ace Combat 04 : Shattered Skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434119160908965079-2349066135616907555?l=guromantikku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guromantikku.blogspot.com/feeds/2349066135616907555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119160908965079&amp;postID=2349066135616907555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119160908965079/posts/default/2349066135616907555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119160908965079/posts/default/2349066135616907555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guromantikku.blogspot.com/2010/08/tweetfic-wagnarian-liberation-front.html' title='Tweetfic : Wagnarian Liberation Front'/><author><name>rayneholde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dW93yYyUVyo/SJmXP8shYMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5QPBC4v_4Ws/s1600-R/20908.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119160908965079.post-284453244460907250</id><published>2010-08-23T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T14:32:07.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parodies lolwut ?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='k-on'/><title type='text'>Tweetfic : K-ON !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWEETFIC : K-ON !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;a href="http://ophanium.blogspot.com/"&gt;rayneholde&lt;/a&gt; | based on the animated series k-on !! produced by kyoto animation ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;author's note : these were compiled from a series of &lt;s&gt;spams&lt;/s&gt; tweets i made at twitter just now&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mugi, reluctant to let the fun days end has decided to bind the school festival days into an indefinite loop. but azusa slowly realized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;azusa, who were strolling down the street in late afternoon bumped onto a mysterious girl with a bagful of taiyaki-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-that mysterious girl then dragged azusa into a nearby cafe as if she was running from someone, and later introduced herself as yui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;not far from the cafe the two were hiding inside, mio is seen riding her scooter chasing after the girl who had stolen her fresh bought taiyaki-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-she noticed a brief sight of yui from the cafe window and proceeds on throwing multiple dictionaries before breaking in with her scooter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;both yui and azusa trembles in fear as mio slowly approaches them. but suddenly, ritsu appears before the angry mio-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-and asked mio a question; 'ne ne mio, which end of this choco cornet is the head ?', to which she received a dictionary smacked to her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;both azusa and yui used the chance and escaped the cafe, before their movements were soon halted by a red codarl landing from above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the mecha's cockpit opens to the music of 'hell the world', and from inside rose its pilot sawako and her line 'my my cute little kitty'-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to be continued ? -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434119160908965079-284453244460907250?l=guromantikku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guromantikku.blogspot.com/feeds/284453244460907250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119160908965079&amp;postID=284453244460907250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119160908965079/posts/default/284453244460907250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119160908965079/posts/default/284453244460907250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guromantikku.blogspot.com/2010/08/tweetfic-k-on.html' title='Tweetfic : K-ON !!'/><author><name>rayneholde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dW93yYyUVyo/SJmXP8shYMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5QPBC4v_4Ws/s1600-R/20908.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119160908965079.post-9099721323413797667</id><published>2010-06-09T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T12:40:01.704-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monologue-complex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yuri'/><title type='text'>[ lyrics ] Beautify The Filth by Frengers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEAUTIFY THE FILTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frengers, from their upcoming single 'Beautify The Filth'&lt;br /&gt;[ music : Qhobis and Emilio / words : PK ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crimson princess on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;Caress me, I'm breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;I poured my love in her,&lt;br /&gt;Yet she set my heart ablaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crimson princess on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;Come and guide me, I'm losing faith.&lt;br /&gt;She's tainted my soul in filth,&lt;br /&gt;Burnt and cursed eternally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-c/o-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drown in pain, I pray in vain;&lt;br /&gt;'Let this curse be lifted away'.&lt;br /&gt;So be it, my faith is slain,&lt;br /&gt;Never will I pray again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-solo-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crimson princess on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;Fathom me, my reflection dear.&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in nightmare eternally,&lt;br /&gt;Can never dream in bliss again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crimson princess on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;Come and guide me, I'm losing faith.&lt;br /&gt;She's tainted my soul in filth,&lt;br /&gt;Burnt and cursed eternally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edit : &lt;/span&gt;credit to Vulpine Ninja for the grammar check :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434119160908965079-9099721323413797667?l=guromantikku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guromantikku.blogspot.com/feeds/9099721323413797667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119160908965079&amp;postID=9099721323413797667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119160908965079/posts/default/9099721323413797667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119160908965079/posts/default/9099721323413797667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guromantikku.blogspot.com/2010/06/lyrics-beautify-filth-by-frengers.html' title='[ lyrics ] Beautify The Filth by Frengers'/><author><name>rayneholde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dW93yYyUVyo/SJmXP8shYMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5QPBC4v_4Ws/s1600-R/20908.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119160908965079.post-4493740906112889841</id><published>2010-06-07T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T03:40:50.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raging in the name of vengeance'/><title type='text'>Untitled #01</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNTITLED #01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;a href="http://ophanium.blogspot.com/"&gt;rayneholde&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came home from Hell tonight,&lt;br /&gt;And I saw the letter you left at my doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;God damn you I don't read Wingdings,&lt;br /&gt;Thus why the hell would you ever bother to write me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I step into my house,&lt;br /&gt;There were memories of you lingering on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;Thus I torched everything up,&lt;br /&gt;And left my shabby home burning behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to find myself a new home,&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I ended up before your house.&lt;br /&gt;So I poured in a little bit of gasoline and lit it up,&lt;br /&gt;And sees as everything goes down in flames and smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was time when we were so close together,&lt;br /&gt;But that was before you send me down to Hell.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have returned with a vengeance,&lt;br /&gt;I'd definitely be sure to rip and tear the whole you apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-FIN-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434119160908965079-4493740906112889841?l=guromantikku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guromantikku.blogspot.com/feeds/4493740906112889841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119160908965079&amp;postID=4493740906112889841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119160908965079/posts/default/4493740906112889841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119160908965079/posts/default/4493740906112889841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guromantikku.blogspot.com/2010/06/untitled-01.html' title='Untitled #01'/><author><name>rayneholde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dW93yYyUVyo/SJmXP8shYMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5QPBC4v_4Ws/s1600-R/20908.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119160908965079.post-645906193165380122</id><published>2010-05-29T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T09:36:55.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychological'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WAHAHA :D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='really really deep stuff'/><title type='text'>WAHAHA :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAHAHA :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;a href="http://ophanium.blogspot.com/"&gt;rayneholde&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-FIN-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434119160908965079-645906193165380122?l=guromantikku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guromantikku.blogspot.com/feeds/645906193165380122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119160908965079&amp;postID=645906193165380122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119160908965079/posts/default/645906193165380122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119160908965079/posts/default/645906193165380122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guromantikku.blogspot.com/2010/05/wahaha-d.html' title='WAHAHA :D'/><author><name>rayneholde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dW93yYyUVyo/SJmXP8shYMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5QPBC4v_4Ws/s1600-R/20908.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119160908965079.post-2518966057883266606</id><published>2010-05-28T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T03:35:31.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yandere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='killing [ not ] in the name of love'/><title type='text'>This Pan, It Is Made For...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS PAN, IT IS MADE FOR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;a href="http://ophanium.blogspot.com/"&gt;rayneholde&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love I fry,&lt;br /&gt;With love I stir these ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;With love I made this dishes just for him,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my dearest loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pan, it is made for cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he cheated on me.&lt;br /&gt;And he cheated on me behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;And he cheated on me, thinking that I will never get to know of it.&lt;br /&gt;But now I know.&lt;br /&gt;And now he knows that I've known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With anger I smack his head,&lt;br /&gt;With anger I smack it hard.&lt;br /&gt;With anger I killed him dead,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my dearest hated one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pan, it is now made for killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-FIN-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434119160908965079-2518966057883266606?l=guromantikku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guromantikku.blogspot.com/feeds/2518966057883266606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119160908965079&amp;postID=2518966057883266606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119160908965079/posts/default/2518966057883266606'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMAGINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;a href="http://ophanium.blogspot.com/"&gt;rayneholde&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Imagine a cake.&lt;br /&gt;A delicious cake.&lt;br /&gt;A very, very delicious cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sitting in your fridge.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I stole it,&lt;br /&gt;And ate it behind your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicious cake, no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-FIN-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434119160908965079-8012707271407406607?l=guromantikku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guromantikku.blogspot.com/feeds/8012707271407406607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119160908965079&amp;postID=8012707271407406607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119160908965079/posts/default/8012707271407406607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119160908965079/posts/default/8012707271407406607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guromantikku.blogspot.com/2010/05/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>rayneholde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' 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Elizabeth Where Have You Been ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ELIZABETH, ELIZABETH. ELIZABETH WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ &lt;a href="http://ophanium.blogspot.com/"&gt;rayneholde&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   It was dark, and late into the night. And I was all alone, walking by myself through that empty, dark street with menacing little yellow eyes watching over me. I can feel their pulsing fear lingering in the air, but I paid no further attention to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   The watch on my hand shows that the time was 12am; it's the witching hour. And my eyes caught a sudden glimpse of an unknown shadow flashing on my side, lurking somewhere in those dark corners. I was well aware of a possible danger that may threaten my self there, and I had my eyes and senses be on high guard for anything that would come upon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   Elizabeth, Elizabeth. Elizabeth where have you been ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   So I called. But no answers yet. Really, Elizabeth. Where have you been ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   Again, the shadow caught the edge of my vision, and in a haste I directed my focus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; towards it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   It's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   What could've been teasing me all this while, I wonder ? A thief ? A killer ? Or a phantom ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   Hush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   Elizabeth, Elizabeth. Elizabeth where have you been ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   Again I called. But as before, there was no answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   The bell from the old church in the distance suddenly rang. I was momentarily taken for a surprise, but calmly I regained my composure. Curse there'll be for whichever soul that provoked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   And the shadow flashed again. It's from the other side of the street, a little farther from where I was standing. I was fully aware of the creature's [ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or whatever it is&lt;/span&gt; ] possible intent, and has prepared for whatever malicious move it probably has against me. So I raised my right arm to a defensive stance while my left reached into the pocket on my jacket, grabbing a small knife I had brought along just in case something like this occurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Another flash by the shadow, and this time from the front. Here it comes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Unknowingly, the shadow took me by surprise, or rather, there's another of  it / them lurking just for the right moment of surprise. I felt a cold rush across my neck, and a sharp, painful sensation closing afterward. All of a sudden it was warm, and I felt my breath suddenly becomes short, and my vision blurs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  I dropped on my knees as my sense of balance gone weak, and I can feel warm, red blood gushing out insanely from the opening on my neck. I now understand the scene I was in. My neck got slitted open, and death was just around to claim me as I fight through the last few breaths I suffocatingly tried to hold in at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  In my weak I mustered enough strength to grasp on some air and shout for another call. Not for help, but a call for which only reason has brought my presence here, the very reason that has now lead to my coming demise in the few seconds to come.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  So I muttered in almost silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Elizabeth, Elizabeth. Elezabeth where have you been ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  And with it, my life went away with the last breath I exhaled. I have succumbed to my death... but not without my ears suddenly caught a voice of which sounded so distinctly familiar to me, something dear, something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 'Isabelle dear, search and call no more for I am here. Rest well my dear, I shall soon join you later in the Heavens'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-FIN-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epilogue : Elizabeth dear, that promise of yours, it was broken. Not by me, and not by you either. Heaven does not open its Gates for you, and to Hell you was thrown into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434119160908965079-8200356581213836969?l=guromantikku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guromantikku.blogspot.com/feeds/8200356581213836969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119160908965079&amp;postID=8200356581213836969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119160908965079/posts/default/8200356581213836969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119160908965079/posts/default/8200356581213836969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guromantikku.blogspot.com/2010/05/elizabeth-elizabeth-elizabeth-where.html' title='Elizabeth, Elizabeth. 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