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Anyway, this thing about my breasts have been bugging me for quite a while, you see, I am an 18 years old girl with undeveloped breasts, well I suppose that’s not exactly true. I’m sure that they both function really well and can do whatever they’re suppose to do and they can react quite well but they came in tiny packaging. And when I mean tiny, I really mean tiny, about a handful of a girl’s hand. Yes I’m a B-cup [often said as Barely-there], not full either! There’s a small space in my bra in which I can put two fingers. TWO  FINGERS! Imagine that!

Well, anyway, the concept behind this picture is, I kind of imagined the girls waiting for their husbands. So yeah…In these girls’ eyes, those guys are like princes charming ‘bbanjak bbanjak’ since they just debuted and for them, they are still superstars hence the “omona~”. I hope you all like it^^ Sorry to post it here, I forgot my photobucket password XD

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P.P.S.: For those interested in reading this story, say Kokepoon~

A real friend who will always be there for you,

A real friend who doesn’t forget about you,

A real friendship which you don’t have to work hard to maintain.

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Do you have a friend?

A real friend who doesn’t ignore you once they befriend another,

A real friend who comes to your house occasionally without being invited,

A real friend who ask how you are when you’s sick.

Do you have a friend?

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I don’t and I just realized,

That this friendship I have is nothing but a fraud,

Because even with my absence there’s nothing missing.

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Do you have a friend?

I wish I have.

Hmmm nothing much here, just what I’ve been feeling lately. I feel kind of left alone and I feel that everyone and everything in my life is all but fake, everything I believe in started to crumble to pieces and I’ve got nothing to hold on to. Everything is changing and I’m scared.

I feel so weak and vulnerable. I feel like bursting to tears every time and yet I have to force a smile and push my feelings aside. I sometimes wish to shut my friends off whenever they started yapping about their problems. I have mine too and it’s concerning them but they don’t seem to care even if I told them that. And I know someone who will leer and sneer at me once they knew about this.

But I don’t care. I don’t care because you don’t care.

You can die right now and I won’t care anymore.

Your love can reject you and I won’t care anymore.

Your mum may prohibit you from seeing your boyfriend again and I won’t care anymore.

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For me, the quote that seems to be most proper to describe a few of yesterday’s and today’s event would be, ” It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.” Soo…why is this bittersweet quote summarize my past few days? Well, let’s see, reason umber one would be my best friend. If I remember correctly, it didn’t take us long to catch each other’s attention, and it isn’t that long either until we decided to became best friends (you know, the usual primary school students’ “Hey, let’s become BFF!” thing -_-) but then, as years gone by, I almost didn’t realize how close and attached we really became with each other and even though nowadays I don’t see her often, she’s still always in my mind and in my heart. It is just so difficult to forget her, so difficult to forget the emotion I’ve felt when I’m around her that it hurts so much when I think that she might have forgotten about me.

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Case number two would be my childish crush over someone. Yeah, and then all of the sudden, something happened and we started talking again and this feeling I had began to gnaw my heart and….and I think I’m falling all over again. And I feel absolutely stupid. I am fine without love, why should it come back to me?

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I hope I don’t get hurt in the end if I let this feeling grow.

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Franz

So, I’ve been really busy as of lately, preparing my sweet seventeenth birthday part and all, I’ve met up with people who would help me and yeah, tomorrow I’m going to do a survey of the places where I’ll be having this party thing. I suppose?

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Anyway, yesterday, I made yet another bog with my friend Cyn, in which we’ll be posting our stories. If you remember Cyn, you would know that she loves writing as much as I do and we’ll be making a project, kind of. The blog is called “Unpretty☆Day~!”, not because it’s an unpretty thing or contains an unpretty story, but because I happen to love this song called Unpretty Day~ by DREAMS COME TRUE, and yes, it’s written in block letters

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So yeah, there’s nothing in it yet, but I hope we’ll get it done by next week or something. I’m really looking forward to have this done. OH! And just for a reminder, my dear awewe, please please, have Clo-chan’s profile done as quick as you can? I really really need it. Like really.

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Franz

Originally an otome game with a large amount of bishies, Starry☆Sky~ sky rocketed in no time. It’s almost not surprising when I hear that this game is getting an anime adaption. What makes me wonder is this simple yet essential thing, who will Tsukiko ends up with in the anime, her being surrounded by 12 guys who would literally do anything for her? In the game we get to choose the best guy, but this is an anime and I doubt they would open up a poll and let us vote for the best guy at the end of the episode, right? Heh heh…

One more thing, will Tsukiko finally get a face in the anime, or will she remain a faceless but nonetheless attractive girl in what used o be an all boy school? Will there be another female character to contradict Tsukiko and give her problems? Because you all know that kinds of character is what makes shoujo anime interesting.

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Oh, and I heard from a friend of mine that Starry☆Sky~ will probably be aired around September or October. After waiting for months, at last we have the definite date of its release. I’m so excited \(≥ω≤)/

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Franz

Looking at you, looking for you
I found nothing but emptiness.
Where are you when I need you?
Where is the hand that pulls me through the darkness?

Then I’m searching for my heart,
But I couldn’t seem to collect all the pieces
For you have taken some with you
Now you left me in this agonizing pain,begging you please.

Now I look at myself,
Broken and shredded.
Torn in places
Nothing left for you but hatred.
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Franz
May, 2010

Recently, my some of my friends turned into a hideous backstabbers. I don’t know what I’ve done to them to deserve this conduct towards me. I’m not even close to them now that I think about it. We’re not really friends, they’re just classmates, close ones but still, not close enough to be called friends. Yet they somehow managed to persuade a friend of mine to ignore me and, well, as hard for me to say this, they succeeded. I don’t understand. I refuse to understand.

What have I done? I don’t even talk to them often. I think it’s rather impossible to hate people with whom you don’t interact. Well, there goes one more of my principles, proven wrong.

I don’t mind this game they’re playing, at least not so much. What I do loathe is the fact that they treat me as if I’m an idiot. Seriously? After giving me the cold shoulder and sinister glances and snappish tongue they have the nerve to say they don’t have any problem with me? That we are fine? That there’s nothing wrong between us? What the? I may not know why the act this way, but at least I am willing to find out why and at the very least, I know there is something wrong. People don’t make enemies just because they feel like doing it. It’s silly!

Talking about intelligence, without any means to flaunt myself, I know I’m smarter than them. Proven by the childish game they’re playing even though they’re older than me. Their attitude mirror their mind, their way of thinking, and obviously, it’s not that of a high schoolers’. Come on, this thing, yeah you do this in grade school, when you’re in high school you should at least be able to face you problems with a bit more maturity and sense, something they lack, it seems.

My plan for now is to lay low, let things flow as it is. I may be inclined to give in to my own desire to talk face to face with them but I think that will have to wait. After all, it is not my decision to make alone. But anyway, it is due to happen soon and they are sure to lose.

In the mean time,  think I’ll make do with just a simple snide remarks every now and then. Or bump them in the most ungraceful way. The latter sounds better in my ears though

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Franz.

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Moral of the day: Girls are scary. Hhh..

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I certainly hope sooo …. >___<

Wish me luck everybody, cause this girl is going photo-hunting and pursuing videos all around the school….Plus that scrap book, yeah that scrap book is going to be hard to made…Aaaaaah….

Charlie, I hope you don’t mind me taking your photos without permission, you’re the best

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Franz