tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635958426338141062024-02-20T08:09:52.375+01:00Glitter☆LagoonAnchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03671071499822432418noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463595842633814106.post-10312944103322478522011-11-03T14:17:00.000+01:002011-11-03T14:17:32.592+01:00Getting a job and finding the best roomie. (Getting a life, more accurately)I got the job! So now I work in a place that used to be like a pilgrimage place for me, hah. <br />
In the first 4 days I was euphoric, I was so excited about this job. On the 5th day I was already fed up with it. Routine is fast to come, but what really bothers me is my terribly boring co-workers. Why you no sing and dance with me grrlz? D:<br />
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So it was where the lolita meet-up took place and I did say I'd put the photos up so here they are~<br />
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I do not remember all of their names but most of them I do. But I'll leave that out for now.<br />
I showed them the place in front of the Opera house where there were this Mana cosplay on the artsy fartsy wall depicting nazism in a retro way. I don't remember the name of the artist but I remember I saw it on the Scape forums. We were lucky that we catched the wall while it was still there, 2 days afterwards it was down x)<br />
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As always I never get good photos of my outfits but.. blah.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">JSK. Angelic Pretty's Pop something something.<br />
Blouse: Btssb<br />
Shoes: Pleaser's Bordello.<br />
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The Bordello Shoes were a big hit as always. I love them, those red bitches.<br />
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Besides that, everything is going so easy for me, I don't really know what's happening. I got a job in a span of 1 month and a half, and then I find a room just by the snap of a finger. Magic happens I tell you. <br />
The first room I visited was in a cute little appartment, the room was big, and it's located in the district where I used to live in Copenhagen as a kid. Where all my best memories lie. The tenant, Mia, just happened to be the nicest, cutest girl and we clicked instantly. I stayed for more than an hour to chat and she came late for school. Oops. We have so much in common, and that came as a shock for me as it's so rare that random people I meet are either into Japan, alternative fashions or the 50's.<br />
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And, I got the room. See, this goes too smoothly. One room visited, one room GET!<br />
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I'm moving today actually ☆ I'm excited and anxious. It's going to be so nice living with my new roomie, and it's a delicious feeling to know that the excitement of living together is mutual. The "OMGz can't wait!!" texts are endless between us haha.<br />
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Oh and 10 minutes of public transports in the evening from now on instead of 3 hours? I say yes.<br />
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I need a bike. Hahahihhihu~~☆❤✰Anchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03671071499822432418noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463595842633814106.post-68381504731414676972011-10-12T18:18:00.000+02:002011-10-12T18:18:21.743+02:00Denmark Hygge.So I'm here in tiny small little Denmark, out in the country side, where I pretty much spend my time biking back and forth from the library. Cause biking is fantastic. And I need the internet. It's pretty ironic, in France I've got an old internet connection, here I've got none at all at my cousin's house. Internet curse pursues me.<br />
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I've been here for, actually, almost 3 months! Gah. I started searching for a job about a month and a half ago and I've got quite some get-backs already. People kept telling me it's terribly difficult to get a job in Denmark, because of the international PLUS national economic crisis. Half of the danish population is unemployed apparently. Welp, seems like it's not all that difficult, it's going SO much better than in Paris. I got like 3 job interviews in the span of 2 years and some over there, and that was only in the Sales period. No real job.<br />
It does seem that finding a full time job here is very difficult. Either they just don't have full time employees, either they've reached their quota needed. So I see that as a great opportunity to combo up on jobs :D Which is way more fun I'd say. And I meet more peoplez that way. AND I get a double experience to slam on my CV later on. BOOYAH!! In your face, France!<br />
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While here I've met up with my cousin Anette, who used to be like my sister and I's older sibling. We hang out with her constantly and my mother and her were very close. Then it happened that my mother broke off the relationship, as she always does as soon as something displeases her a tiny bit, and me and my sister didn't get to see her anymore. It had been 8 years since last and I was REALLY nervous about meeting her. But, she was the same as always and I had a grrrreat time talking with her while sharing a cheesecake and slurping elderberry sirop. I practically didn't shut up during the whole afternoon, which is really strange coming from me.<br />
I do have a hard time figuring out what kind of relationship we can have now, as I, the kid, has grown up and we're now 2 adults.It would have been easy if we'd kept on seeing eachother during my teenage years, but we haven't and so it's quite hard finding the right balance.<br />
Talking about love and relationships is weird, going out to get a cocktail seems off. We've ended up being almost 2 strangers who'll have to discover eachother over time. And that is really sad.<br />
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Random Denmark photo time! <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is fucking Hogwarts! Some über-rich-families school for kids from all over the world. It's just next to my cousin's so I go there for walks and whatnot. They stay there while their parents travel the world doing serious business. And they've got uniforms and all. Needless to say, I can't stop myself from staring at them whenever I see them. uuniiifooorms <3 And there's a river and a forest on the other side of the river and this big green ground and benches at which they sit down having lunch and ARGH HOGWARTS!!!</div><br />
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</div> I'm crazy about this sight.This enveloppe. It's adressed to The Royal Theater of Copenhagen, which is the place of my childhood dreams, and the stamp is of my favourite children's program. Bamse og Kylling <3<br />
I'm trying to get a student job over there and I sure do hope I'll get an answer. I so wanna be a part of The Royal Theater once again. It represents all my shattered dreams.<br />
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Aaaanyway, I've got a job interview tomorrow at Disney Store (Yey!), and on Friday and Saturday I've got a job try out at a Tea Salon. The very same tea salon at which I went with a bunch of Danish lolitas some days ago x) I'm happy we went there, I really hope they'll keep me. A Lolita working at a tea salon, woopie!! <br />
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<i>Chu~</i>Anchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03671071499822432418noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463595842633814106.post-16928365397469145472011-08-11T20:18:00.001+02:002011-08-11T20:25:53.354+02:00It's been some time..<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"> It's been MONTHS yah! It really did look like I was never going to write again. Well nope! I still have my blog on mind and I'm back!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Things are finally happening in my life so it's actually worth writing about and remember. After 2 years secluded in the middle of nature at my Mom's place in the South of France, I'm finally out of there and I decided to take to Denmark for some months, and maybe work here. I'm going to talk about that in my next post, but first I need to get the fantabalous Közi live report out of the way.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The day before the live I went to the first lolita meeting I've ever been to. It was quite unplanned and half assed, and I was greatly nervous. But in the end, it just so happened to be the first time in years, literally, that I felt at ease with some people, actually enjoyed myself (!!!) and didn't want to go home. It was so damn relaxed and I got along especially well with one of the girls, or so I felt. Too bad I wont see her before long. Booh.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Woke up early, in order to have my 3 hours of preparation. Now I'm always greatly dissapointed of how I look after a lot of painting and up-doing and tralala, but this day, I adored how I looked. Everything was nearly perfect. I ended up thinking my make-up made me look like a nice little grandma (that's a good thing in my mind). Then I realised I looked like this beautiful woman, whom I adore and always gush over when flipping through Ageha:</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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This day was really busy and a LOT of fun for me, because I had a bunch of people to see. My usual crowd, the lolitas I met the day before, and some Scapers - Scarlet Penta and Alejandra. I was frolicking around between all the different people which was quite confusing, and I didn't want to come across as snobby, just leaving people to go see some others. But I think I managed pretty well!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> During our camwhoring time, we could hear Közi band rehearsing. Grottesca and Crimson Star, which.. made Muriel cry. I understand that a song can mean a lot to someone but I'll never get the instant crying.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The charity concert was first and there were nearly NO ONE in the hall (which was too big, so the sound was crap. Like really, crap.). There were mostly rap stuff, the kind that doesn't really belong at a convention but hey, I was into it anyway! Then after what seemed like an eternity, Közi band, Miyu, Kenzo and Stefan from dead sexy inc came on stage For one song. That I didn't..recognize? With no sound, just noise. A big WTF ensued. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I'm extremely dissapointed that I didn't say what I wanted to say. I'd been practizing what to say in Japanese for days, and I felt great and not nervous when I was standing if front of him but somehow.. I just forgot saying anything. All I said was " Oh I've got o-miyage for everyone to share, here please take!". Blah! Was that it? My big monologue just ended up being about food? wtf? Yeah so I was not very interesting, and I didn't have boobs to spare (thinking about a friend here haha.. he spazed out looking at her cleavage. What a guy. )</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Later, when they left for the real live to begin, a friend pointed out Közi had my bag in his hand, which made me.. so happy. It's ridiculous but, I felt terribly happy. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I'm also dissapointed I didn't really get a good look at Közi's eyes, to speak properly. I could only see his fake eyelashes. A bush of fake eyelashes. Boy was he ugly that day, but oh was he sexy. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Then, after Közi, came Jiro. And that guy is a squishy sugar candy bear. He's always smiling that one, he's teribly huggable.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Then came Charge. Oh Charge. He was totally weird and he freaked me out while I just wanted to go hang with him at a bar (whereas I hate alcohol), and he just.. said something in a strange manner, and looking into his lensed eyes just made me even more confused so he ended up putting his hands forward in order for me to shake his hand. I don't know what the hell all the weird talking and gestures were about but I just wanted to tell him "dudem you're just fucking great". Which I could have, and was about to do. But I didn't. WHY? D:</div> <br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Afterwards, me and the lolis just stood aside showing eachother our autograpgs and what we bought, giggling like litle school girls in the school yard. I love this picture: </div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">While waiting for the signing session to be over, and for the presumed photo session to begin (it wasn't sure, it all depended on the time) Charge was checking me out hard time. Which just made me go blank as I always do (seriously, it bosted my ego like woah once again, but I have problems with being checked out. It's creepy.). Then he turned to Jiro while looking at me, to say something about me. Then they both stared at me with those huuuge smiles on their face. I began laughing out loud and just shook my head at them.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I also began wondering if I had really said something terribly stupid when I was in front of them for them to look at me like they did(I did confuse Jiro and Sugiya's names at first, I remember) or if I just looked like a true rock'n'roll groupie ass in my get-up.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">When the meet and greet was over, we did have time for a little photo session. And I got a fucking photo with my favourite musician and artist. Unbelievable stuff.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I actually look ok on the photo, and that's a fucking surprise. I always imagined I'd end up looking terrible on a photo if I ever got to do a group shot with some band. Omg!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Aaaaand, concert. I didn't get to be in the front!? Here I was, promising myself, and having been in the front for the charity concert, and then I ended up being like, 3rd? Guh. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">But I could see everything, and I had a blast but felt the people being too stoic once again. Seen from the back, that was apparently not the case. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The sound was baaaad, cause it was a huge hall, and the stage was just in a little ass corner. We could hear the guitars alright, but the singing.. didn't matter, we sang along anyway. Boy did we sing along.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I think it's pretty special when a band can manage to be good even when the sound is shit. And it was so good. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">They played. Incoherents, Cruel Arcadia, Crimson star (for the encore too, so 2 times, yeeha!), Honey vanity retromantics club mix, Babylo, something I didn't know, and others I don't remember. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">(And Verdi's Dies Irae as intro~)</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The concert finished, and there I were, having eaten nothing the whole day, but having gulped down a little bottle of menthol water. And I wasn't hungry, no sir, I was too excited to be hungry (and I still couldn't really eat the days afterward.)</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Ben got backstage, which got me all the more excited except that I realized that he could have gotten me backstage too, but that's a no go for Ben, cause hey, he wouldn't have been able to brag in front of me if he let me pass. Gawd.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Other than that, I do not know what will happen for this summer, can I go to Japan, or should I go to Denmark instead? I sure wanna go to Japan..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For the moment, I know i'll be far away from this isolated mountain we're living on in a week, far away from the idiot my mother married, and that's pretty much enough to make me squeal.</div>Anchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03671071499822432418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463595842633814106.post-24310739590575941412011-03-09T19:26:00.000+01:002011-03-09T19:26:10.520+01:00Közi's coming to FranceI need to slam my head against something over and over cause it can't sink in. <br />
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My blood pressure is so high right now that I have a bad headache. I was finally going to Japan, and thus would be able to see Közi over there, even though that too was too difficult for my mind to understand. I've always been intimely convinced that I'll never see him, even when it's clear I'm really going to. And now he comes to France just before me going to Japan. Oh life, LIFE! We hardcore fans have been dreaming for him to come to Europe for years. Not even waiting, cause it seemed impossible, just merely dreaming. And he's coming. Process that neurons.<br />
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It's in a lousy manga convention, so there'll be bunny girls and hysteric otakus, but what do I care, I'm here for the MAN! Psycho bitch, I'm gonna hear you perform and see you wiggle and walk in that way only you can. My heart will explode indeed. I'm even considering I'll maybe be on the verge of tears. Eek.<br />
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There were so many things I wanted to talk about lately, but when there's too much to talk about, I just don't post at all XD Well, maybe a post tomorrow, I hope so! And then I'll probably talk about Nodame Cantabile afterwards cause that drama stole my soul. <br />
And, home-made cosmetics coming up! Yey!Anchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03671071499822432418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463595842633814106.post-32778024133902848542011-02-24T19:27:00.000+01:002011-02-24T19:27:17.772+01:00Hm?Aaaaah no posts whatsoever! I have a good reason for that (really, good?) I'm not at home and I can't post any taken photos. It's just boring without any photos right? But I'm so busy eating that I forget to take photos anyway.. it's so good to be out in civilization again T.T They have FOODS!<br />
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Well now I'm in the process of applying for a summer job in japan, because I found <em>this</em>: <a href="http://boobooski.com/">BOOBOOSKI</a><br />
And why didn't I find that way earlier? Like, this winter. Tears.. I wanted to work in a ski resort, not fry in Okinawa! Oh well, subtropical island is good too ay? The idea is to have secured a job before taking of to Oishii-land, cause then I'd be willing to go alone :3<br />
I'm trying to brush up my shitty japanese for that upcoming phone interview I'll have to pass, scary! But, I think I'll manage. I have to!<br />
More on that when i'll be home again!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">See you soon, maybe!</div>Anchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03671071499822432418noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463595842633814106.post-3091981250939296062011-02-09T23:34:00.000+01:002011-02-09T23:34:53.619+01:00Back from within myself<div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hey I’m back! I kind of neglected blogspot activity cause.. uhm because.. I went into one of my innumerable Rentrer en Soi crisis’. And I forget about the surrounding world when music is number 1.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">There is something about this band that just lures me in again and again and amazes me as if it would be the only band I would ever listen to again, even though I know that’s not true.. it doesn’t even figure on my list of “favorite bands”, I just really like them (seriously, I haven’t even ventured to listen to their latest “dark emo scream” period cause that’s just the complete opposite of what I liked about them, the dreamy medieval <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>theme going on). But the thing that lures me is.. Satsuki. Satsuki’s voice. My goodness his voice. I keep on falling in love with him anew, again and again, like an infernal circle. Juuust because of the voice. Nothing’s more true, talent is the most attractive thing a person can own. </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I realized just how un-good looking he is this time around though XD But whatever, I’d not say no nonetheless.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzaSNU2lwWd_SgIl2GHFiDUtQiPo097MqEDKQdSa6QjsrveOMFmU6GkYjoHBctvyzXLYaE0GiKCcOs2SkBOURSrYP-NapdXCCI6PwJ7yr3EPZH_B3wUD6UQ-YJt8Ra3sAhKZqYJeiCTSpc/s1600/tumblr_ld9tvxaxBl1qfvfrjo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzaSNU2lwWd_SgIl2GHFiDUtQiPo097MqEDKQdSa6QjsrveOMFmU6GkYjoHBctvyzXLYaE0GiKCcOs2SkBOURSrYP-NapdXCCI6PwJ7yr3EPZH_B3wUD6UQ-YJt8Ra3sAhKZqYJeiCTSpc/s400/tumblr_ld9tvxaxBl1qfvfrjo1_400.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>He's pretty fine <span style="color: #f1c232;">here</span> though. Right, can't see his face.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Anyway! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had other things going on, like setting up me and my mom’s new Etsy shop. I put 2 items in yesterday and today somebody already bought one of them ‘_’ Neat! I’ll be sending it off tomorrow~ ufuu</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There’re so many brocantes here and thrift shopping is the only interesting thing around so we always buy too much useless stuff, cause hey it’s about 1 buck for clothing! We then realized we should just sell it, cause we find some pretty neat stuff sometimes. </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Just the other day my mom bought some beautiful frames. We then took out the image in one and there just so happened to be 2 pages of a newspaper in it. And an old photograph. We opened them all and found another photograph in one of the others. And when I say old, I mean, old. And authentic.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCQYLRJYKN0SQuxhuxsuFFkDpqM9A88crLbFAAxyj1ErZP29IEQk5_B-Itu_CCbj6fo6tMiXStci8UDhcRTgN6HiuAeee4Kfcu3f61iHSovbVMHNjrm8T2Y75S_0xFOMzUFO_2XiCFlt6m/s1600/P1080891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCQYLRJYKN0SQuxhuxsuFFkDpqM9A88crLbFAAxyj1ErZP29IEQk5_B-Itu_CCbj6fo6tMiXStci8UDhcRTgN6HiuAeee4Kfcu3f61iHSovbVMHNjrm8T2Y75S_0xFOMzUFO_2XiCFlt6m/s400/P1080891.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">From 1900 and some, not more than 1910. I’m sorry but. That. Is. Cool.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Fun thing about newspapers you just find around in old things, they’re always from around the war. This time it’s from 29. Never from the shiny 70’s or anything XD Nope, war-era all the way!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Welp boring update. I'll go watch this movie called "Tokyo!" now, it looks pretty weird..</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">HOmgee I can’t believe I still have 3 quarters of Rentrer en Soi’s discography to discover, after all those years... Holy fuck, excitement!! Twitchtwitch</span></span></div>Anchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03671071499822432418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463595842633814106.post-89571870733770261242011-01-26T22:07:00.001+01:002011-01-26T22:09:57.654+01:00Give-away at Jeongie's<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ooh mah gaaaad I just discovered this blog through <a href="http://shabwouina.blogspot.com/">Shabwouina</a>. It’s a Danish pretty girl!! The first Danisher I find here on blogspot! I’m a happy me!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Anyway, she’s having a give away, so go check it out:</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> <a href="http://www.jeongie.com/2011/01/300-followers-giveaway.html"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Jeongie's Give-away</span></a></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Haa~a I still have so many great blogs to discover.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Danish blogs yah?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hey I miss my home-country 'kay..</span></span></div><br />
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</div>Anchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03671071499822432418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463595842633814106.post-62236216011524424572011-01-25T01:09:00.000+01:002011-01-25T01:09:19.392+01:00Internet: most awesome invention in the space of TIME!I first have to say that I've gotten a big worry off my mind yesterday. <br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I was awfully stressed these last months because I had to figure out before March if I wanted to go to school this year, or if I should go to Japan for a year. Before March because that's when I <em>thought</em> the deadline for inscriptions at the school were for (that's in not even 2 months! D: Stress!) But no! I've been corresponding with one of the (super nice) teachers for some time and I found out that the inscriptions begin in January and end in October! But that's not the best part, the best is that: I can enroll into the school one year ahead!! Holy baby jesus! I don't need to worry, I enroll, I go to Japan, I come back and chabam! I'm in make-up school! How life can be sweet sometimes!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">But when one worry's off your mind another takes over. Now I'm shaking and nerveous and oh I'm so alive! There's so much to do before leaving! In March or April. Or May maybe. I've no idea yet. But it doesn't matter~~~ </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I just do not realize cause well, I'm sure somethings gonna screw this over for me. Mah, I'll wait and see. Cool Angie, cool.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I was strolling trough Takeshita, oblivious cause we had to hurry, when this older guy in front of Daiso came over shouting the eternal "kawaii" at me and other stuff I didn't understand. He understood me no understand. So he switched to english but just let me go. He was a model recruter.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Another day in that week, I went to Takeshita again (oh surprise..). He was there again at Daiso. He stopped me and asked the standard questions about me being in Japan. Just being a tourist he just let me go again, with a pout.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Some days after!! Oh yeah, once again! I was at Paris Kids outside of the store, when he saw me from afar, not recognizing me, and came running to me asking the same questions when I told him he'd already done that twice and tried to get me to join the agency. He didn't remember but said it must really mean that I need to be in that darn agency if he keeps doing it. So we began to chat and he gave me 2 different cards, his and another agency's for foreign models that he wanted me to join especially cause then I could earn money just being a model. Well I'm not too much for the big modelling world :/</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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We talked about how I couldn't stay in Japan cause I had to think about my future career but that I'd probably come back to Japan after getting my "diploma". He then told me to contact him as soon as I'd think I'd go back to Japan because he really wanted me in the agency.<br />
I came back some hours later and he was at the point of stopping me again, before realising it's just me again ufufu XD;<br />
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Now I think it's pretty convenient that I actually go back to Japan in the span of a year, as he wanted me to, and not 3 years later. I thought it was mission impossible. Well what do ya know..<br />
Only problem: I do NOT remember which one is his card.. I guess he couldn't be hiding behind the name "Hitomi" ahaha. But maybe he's not the boss..?<br />
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Ok so "internetz great" thing!<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I of course had worries about this Spiral Entertainment being a not so serious agency, so I began researching when still in Japan, and found out that Aoki Misako (most famous lolita model) was under their agency. Too good to be true? I thought so. I couldn't find anywhere on the net anything about her really being under Spiral Entertainment. I asked not so long ago on the egl community on LJ, and got a not very interesting answer. I decided to go to their official site for the last time to see if I could maybe find the blogs of other models and see if they list the agency somewhere under it. I scrool down and there.. I see the katakana for "Jennifer". The photo displays. It's HER! The french girl working in Shibuya!! So I worked the internet magic, went on facebook, found <a href="http://agepoyo.blogspot.com/">Fredrick</a> searched "Jennifer" in his friends and Tadaaa! Found her. I've sent her a message and I hope she'll answer. I can't see why she wouldn't but you never know..</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>Oooh I'm so excited! I don't really want to be model but it's nice knowing before going that you can at least have a minor source of incomst. Maybe!<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">In some days I'll be posting a 2 post serie about Animal Rights. Some animal rights. Yeah you saw that one coming, we're getting serious here ladies!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I just have a hard time sorting my thoughts cause everything's under construction up there, and I have to actually make them look <em>good</em> written down. I'm working on it!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div>PS: There's 2 girls who're in Popteen under that agency!! Oooohoho Arisa! <3<br />
<a href="http://www.spiral.vc/model.html">Spiral Entertainment OHP</a><br />
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Byebyeee!Anchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03671071499822432418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463595842633814106.post-50188861082240186662011-01-22T03:54:00.000+01:002011-01-22T03:54:09.885+01:00Iiiigh surprise! Blog Award!Would I have expected this? Never! After 2 posts I get a blog award, hehe. I'm very grateful to <a href="http://ragrunzel.blogspot.com/">Ragrunzel</a> for this <3<br />
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It will indeed boost me to write stuff about what lies dear to me. We always need to know someone cares to go on~ So thank you, I'll do my best!<br />
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</div><span style="font-style: italic;">"Create a new post with the "Favourite-Blog"-Picture and the instruction in it<br />
(you're reading the instruction right now^^).<br />
You should also link the person's blog who gave the award to you and tell her via comment that you accept the award (plus link to your award-post).<br />
Then you think about 3-5 blogs you like and link them in this post,too (don't forget to inform them that they got tagged)."</span><br />
Credit for this translation goes to <a href="http://gyaru-mika.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-award-o.html"><span style="color: #cc0033;">Gyaru-Mika</span></a><br />
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This Award goes toooo:<br />
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<strong><a href="http://greeneyedgeisha.blogspot.com/">Green eyed Geisha</a></strong> Crazy and witty blog about a kaisha employee, that I guess most people know of. If not, get over there and read it!<br />
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<strong><a href="http://quartervoid.blogspot.com/">Ylva</a></strong>- Because her everyday life seems so interesting and mellow over there in Japan, and I loove to read about it <3<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><a href="http://smashedmakeupbag.com/">Jae</a></strong> - Fake.Lashes. Duh! Nah really, lots of cosmetic reviews, and I say yey for that!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">That's it! I'm still getting to know my way around here on blogspot, and I'll probably find a lot of interesting blogs. I just need to find out how on earth you can search this site. If you even can.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The other day I went.. Shopping. Kind of, even though I don't harass my mother to go to any kind of a big city to shop (not a big shopper, but a big coordinator!), just rather to get the hell out! XD Oh reclusion..</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">But I did end up buying something! I rarely do, and I wasn't really supposed to this time since I need to hold on tight to my money.. Fuckala~</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">This time I found the preeetty dress I wanted from Zara and that I was supposed to get for christmas~ yeyey. T'was sold out in the other store so woohoo! Plus now it was on sale, extra points for that. Somebody must love me in the end <3</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2znAh5bHeiLK0MSx303JrzSsZFimWIhrPnubd08e3Lc957fDbw6Lsubv9m1uNNIu-rrNnk1fhQnNP6-rdoLexdS_bF0DMtlsLoDfkqYbWlYnWa7a1LSLYuU2iAUgOgQsTG2JX8k2EVMbB/s1600/P1180188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2znAh5bHeiLK0MSx303JrzSsZFimWIhrPnubd08e3Lc957fDbw6Lsubv9m1uNNIu-rrNnk1fhQnNP6-rdoLexdS_bF0DMtlsLoDfkqYbWlYnWa7a1LSLYuU2iAUgOgQsTG2JX8k2EVMbB/s400/P1180188.JPG" width="225" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Then we stumbled across this shop called "Gossip". That's the kind of name that'll normally scare me off but we went in and looord! It just so happened to be one of those shops where you cry out "cute" over and OVER again until you get sick of yourself. And I found this blouse that is exactly what I've been looking for, and it was not that expensive! Plus it isn't entirely see-trough so it's also useful for winter ohoho~</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQWV8ogFeb3aUZO-LRr7kriWsHa55GJ4kW5V_9zt0vlzRZU2sUIQ6na3RxN7dm1eGnvns0Ph19AGnQ16oIcWUA-wtruH-3Afje_vR2qhw62930UM0P4oGl0chgeRElQrI7iwivMnzeuF1t/s1600/P1180190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="249" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQWV8ogFeb3aUZO-LRr7kriWsHa55GJ4kW5V_9zt0vlzRZU2sUIQ6na3RxN7dm1eGnvns0Ph19AGnQ16oIcWUA-wtruH-3Afje_vR2qhw62930UM0P4oGl0chgeRElQrI7iwivMnzeuF1t/s320/P1180190.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I love more than any other tops, chiffon blouses <3 Cotton ones do nothing for me anymore</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">But I honestly wanted to purchase the whole store.. like, really.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Anchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03671071499822432418noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463595842633814106.post-85221941723320590612011-01-13T21:37:00.000+01:002011-01-13T21:37:27.247+01:00No eyelashes, no sleepThe 2 aren't related. I think?<br />
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I've had the most unbearable sleeping problems for the last 2 years. It's become worse and worse, until now where I sleep 12 hours a day (I could sleep far more than that really), I don't even <em>subconsciously</em> hear my alarm ring 5 times in a row with the volume on max, I'm dead asleep. And I even have troubles to fall asleep. That's a first for me.<br />
I decided I need to go see a doctor, before I go back to real everyday life, cause being late at work everyday is not cool. But I don't want medecine, just some explanations and advice :/ it's getting on my nerves, we're already loosing far too much time of our lives by sleeping, and I have to go to the extent of sleeping half a day. <br />
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Other than that, I've been craving mooaaar fake lashes since coming home from Japan. To think it's been almost a year T.T and I'm realizing we're in January, holy shit! How did that happen?<br />
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I didn't buy that many over there, but it's fun how I ended up buying several things that are gyaru classics, without knowing! I bought Diamond Lashes <3 And my lash glue just so happens to be D.U.P., that I see people talk about as the best of the bests. I thought that was quite funny. I didn't spend a big amount on the glue for nothing!<br />
Cause oh boy is glue and eyelashes just expensive and unusable big pieces of crap here in France.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I really want Emika Kanda's eyelashes, even though sometimes they look.. weird. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The lower lashes seem to be the Diamond princess ones I have <3 too bad they do not look anything like that on me, hah.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She is soo cuuuuute! Besides Sakurina (who is my godess between), I think she's one of my faves. She has that magical gyaru thing going on XD a concept I'm still working on!</div><br />
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</div>Oooh lashes LASHES!<span style="font-size: x-small;"> I shouldn't buy any, I need to save money..</span><br />
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Tomorrow, I need to be productive. Instead of doing nothing all day, I'm so sick of being such a dead piece of meat T.T<br />
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Anchu ❤Anchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03671071499822432418noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463595842633814106.post-8069219756333321202011-01-10T16:09:00.000+01:002011-01-10T16:09:33.688+01:00End of Year Holiday spam?Naah, not even yet! I'm so lazy and don't feel like taking photos of my stuff, I'll probably do that tomorrow.. Maybe.<br />
Instead!<br />
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I decided to try my hand at Suji-Mori! I've always wanted to try but didn't know the name of the "hairstyle that Sakurina rocks", and couldn't find tutorials. Being succesful at this hairstyle isn't just a personel goal, but more specifically a professionnal goal. Wanting to be Hair and Make-up artist, I need to polish up my hair abilities by myself, cause beauty courses in France do not include Hair studies. Shootz! <br />
And if you can do Suji, I consider you can practically do any hairstyle, cause dayumn! Is that just a piece of art!<br />
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Note that I do NOT have photoshop so edits will always be butt ugly :D<br />
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It's <em>so</em> bad and doesn't look any like Suji-Mori, but I actually like it. It's just that it looks like a normal wavy hairdo :/ mah.<br />
Plus I have dark hair so that doesn't help making it stand out..<br />
Aah I'll just need to keep on practising! I'll need to have a go on somebody else's scalp. Too bad nobody wanna lend me theirs..<br />
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That was a pretty harmless first proper post wasn't it? I'll probably be complaining tomorrow, I've got too much on my mind!<br />
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And another one for the road, we'll call it an intro photo: That's me, all casual'n stuff. Hi! <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu40/Anchushou/P1080540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu40/Anchushou/P1080540.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I thought taking it in the toilets would add up on the glamour.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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I used to be on livejournal but hence lj's dead and only the communities are kind of going (..not so much) I decided after much hesitation to open an account on here. I still have my lj for other kind of random nonsensial stuff though:<br />
<a href="http://painfulkiss.livejournal.com/">http://painfulkiss.livejournal.com/</a><br />
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I wanted to switch to blogspot also because there's a whole lot of blogs I enjoy reading here! And I thought the layout was easier to do.. LOL. <br />
But anyway I'm happy to be on here, and I hope I'll cyber-meet a lot of new people yyeepeeee! :D<br />
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This isn't a lifestyle blog or anything fancy though, there's only gonna be a tiny bit more consistence to it . But I can't even promise that, hah!<br />
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Other than talking about artifices and recipes as stated in my profile, there'll also be some about anything related to Mana, Közi and alicenine. <3<br />
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Please bear with me!<br />
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-Angie-chu-<br />
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PS: Blogger is a google thing, WUT!? I guess I'll be contributing to their huge ass empire a bit more then. SighAnchuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03671071499822432418noreply@blogger.com1