<?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-2721203198183636986</id><updated>2011-07-28T23:40:43.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Littlelady</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Littlelady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13787364395424327075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2721203198183636986.post-4352846699803463522</id><published>2009-06-13T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:27:16.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PART 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Msn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Light Show - George Nozuka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; STILL SICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callahan Thanh Long Tran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Johnnybrah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rap battle&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Part 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="view-comments"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johnny:&lt;/span&gt; your 2 mums a slut,&lt;br /&gt;cause its true i fucked her up her butt,&lt;br /&gt;i stop rapping for a while,&lt;br /&gt;cause this spreaded a few miles,&lt;br /&gt;i cnt take it no more,&lt;br /&gt;cause you mum sucked on my balls,&lt;br /&gt;her ass got belted,&lt;br /&gt;when i fuck her and she felted,&lt;br /&gt;this is going for days, you loose is when you got nothing to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Collin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; i see u listened, u went home wrote something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;or were u just stoned and couldnt think of nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;bcos u writing shit that hapened to ur mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;dont needa hide it, everyone noes ur dumb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;so mad dad got hit aye? thats okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;at least mind doesnt look like dick with aids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but ive see that u learnt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but rememba dawg, it takes one tym to get burnt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Johnny:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="view-comments"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i forgot to talk about your dad,&lt;br /&gt;he thinks his so mad,&lt;br /&gt;he got hit so many times,&lt;br /&gt;couldnt even make a rhym,&lt;br /&gt;its the time i got you back,&lt;br /&gt;cause you being too slack,&lt;br /&gt;you say theres cum down my throat,&lt;br /&gt;and you think its just a joke,&lt;br /&gt;check in your gallery,because this is reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2721203198183636986-4352846699803463522?l=burlesquebunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4352846699803463522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default/4352846699803463522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default/4352846699803463522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/part-2.html' title='PART 2.'/><author><name>Littlelady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13787364395424327075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2721203198183636986.post-8197378684493509314</id><published>2009-06-12T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:49:56.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bhb and Marianese.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Msn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Branden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Light Show - George Nozuka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yesterday morning I lied and told my mum I was sick because I was lazy for school, and now I'm really sick. ==' My dad dragged me out of bed at 9:00am and we had to walk to Cabramatta to go doctors, because the roads were closed, and shit. Then I bought Easyway and Sushi and went home. :D My internet wasn't working, so I read CBU for 6 hours and finished it. It's so good and sad. :'(  I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Joy Of Being Happy&lt;/span&gt; now, lol. So anyway, I've been sleeping ever since 3:00pm in the afternoon, with my mouth open and drooling on my pillow 'cause I can't breathe through my nose, rofl. :(  I'm s'pose to go Bhb's today but I'm still sick, and shit. Sorry Brendan. :( Happy Birthday for yesterday, and Maria too. (L)&lt;br /&gt;OMG I'M CAPPED. &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/2721203198183636986-8197378684493509314?l=burlesquebunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8197378684493509314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/msn-branden-music-just-do-it-jackie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default/8197378684493509314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default/8197378684493509314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/msn-branden-music-just-do-it-jackie.html' title='Happy Birthday Bhb and Marianese.'/><author><name>Littlelady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13787364395424327075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2721203198183636986.post-881804108538175114</id><published>2009-06-11T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:48:41.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris' house.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Msn&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; Everything - London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;It is so cold, seriously.&lt;/span&gt; Temperature's these days are like around 10 degrees, literally. I can't even move my fingers in roll call, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. So today we had a Geography test. It was alright I guess, I cheated in Part b) though, the extended responses, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rofl&lt;/span&gt;. Part a) was multiple choice with sources but I found part b) more easier. Maybe 'cause I had all the answers for the essay in my pencil case. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lmao&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I went over to Chris's house, we were gonna jig 'cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Andeeh&lt;/span&gt; said he had double Graphics (which he didn't, 'cause we didn't have double electives), and 'cause there was a free house? We called out his name like 2937534534 times and knocked on his window, but no reply. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Andeeh&lt;/span&gt; assumed he was sleeping but I said he probably wasn't home. ==' I twisted the door knob, and it opened. Gee, Chris really doesn't know how to lock up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ay&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Just like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Andeeh&lt;/span&gt;, always leaving the door open 'cause he doesn't wanna bring his keys. We tried the backyard gate, which was also open, and got into his house.. we crept up his stairs and found his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;aunty&lt;/span&gt; sleeping, so I ran down the stairs while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Andeeh&lt;/span&gt; told me to be quiet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; we woke her up, which was pretty stupid. I was sure she couldn't hear us anyway.. and she didn't. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/2721203198183636986-881804108538175114?l=burlesquebunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/feeds/881804108538175114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/msn-ali-music-everything-london-mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default/881804108538175114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default/881804108538175114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/msn-ali-music-everything-london-mood.html' title='Chris&apos; house.'/><author><name>Littlelady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13787364395424327075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2721203198183636986.post-4082190056452708837</id><published>2009-06-09T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:25:05.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like fan fictions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Msn:&lt;/span&gt; Timothy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; Cry Over You - Claude Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; neutral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to develop a new love for fan fictions. :) Della sent me two, I'm reading, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Conversations Between Us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Solangel&lt;/span&gt; at the moment, and I love it! I love Della too. 8-) It's like so much better than Twilight, and don't even say nothing's better than Twilight (because yes there are books better than Twilight) but to be honest I was really interested in Twilight in the first place, it bored me and I didn't have the same interest in it as you people did. I read the book like a year before everyone else in my grade did, 'cause Canley Vale's library had it way before ours did and my cousin's friends discovered it, lmao. But even then it wasn't THAT good. It was just okay, but not as all great as people exaggerated it to be, and Edward isn't even hot... so isn't Bella.&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/2721203198183636986-4082190056452708837?l=burlesquebunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4082190056452708837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/msn-timothy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default/4082190056452708837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default/4082190056452708837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/msn-timothy.html' title='I like fan fictions.'/><author><name>Littlelady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13787364395424327075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2721203198183636986.post-3444660108259654555</id><published>2009-06-09T03:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:25:14.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ngaw, Collin. :$</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Msn:&lt;/span&gt; Monia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; Faithless - Lil Eddie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Collin made up a poem for me! :) because he says raps are insulting. haha! his so cute. Love you babe. (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;ur names linda vu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;and i love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;becos ur my sis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;can i cal u miss? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;becos it makes u sound hot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;ur ugly, just joking ur not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;i love the way u speak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;wen u get angry u like to squeak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;bby girl u got style u got class &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;most importantly u got ass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;ur so hot u made me burn today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;wen i look at u i cant turn away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;ur sumtyms mean and sumtyms kind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;idk wats on ur mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;i love u for what u are      cos rememba ur my sista'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;u might be the best person. just maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;but wateva u are. ur my littlelady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Callahan Thanh Long Tran and Johnnybrah: Rap battle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; .. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Collin:&lt;/span&gt; oh fine we sort this wiv a rap battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Collin:&lt;/span&gt; yoyoyo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ur names johnny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ur frend name seanie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;u both owe me ciggy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and u wont giv em too me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;u fkn cabra junkies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Johnny:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; your name is collin tran, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;you took the ciigys from my hand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;you dnt understand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i would give it if i can, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Collin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; i do understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hey man my names callahan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;its not collin tran &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my frend name michael pan.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;lmfao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Johnny:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; now i know your name, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but it sounds kinda lame, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;would you like to entertain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i laugh so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;that i gain alot of pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Collin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; stfu johnnybrah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;is that a singlet or a new bra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;dawg go home write somefing useful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;get a new rap write it wiv pencil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and dont com bak till sumfing gud hits u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;see how far ur dumb raps get u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ur singlet saying "johnny i dont fit u"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Johnny: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;every single day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;including today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;what did i say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;would you ever go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="comment-foot"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;     &lt;span&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Collin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; why would i do that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;u fink im chicken or a cat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;man, fuck ur mom is fat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;on the floor she sat  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and everything was flat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Johnny:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; man your mum is fat too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;she even have swine flu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;she like eating poo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and everytime she cough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;it mean she sucked my cock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;so fock you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;cause she think shes hot but shes not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="comment-foot"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;     &lt;span&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Collin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; my mom a supamodel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ur mom a bong bottle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i suck her like weed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i root her like a seed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but ur dad is gay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;he isnt okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Johnny:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; you have no dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;cause your so fkn sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;to bad u have 2 mums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;that i fucked up the bum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and cum all over there face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;what a disgrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;fucking ur mum is my number 1 goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;all i need to do is fuck her up the hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="comment-foot"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;     &lt;span&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Collin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; my 2 moms a team  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;stop sayin shit u saw in ur dream  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my ass u fukd my mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;up her fkn bum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;man u say u fuck good  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but u only suck dude &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sucking other guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; for the grand prize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;u can win a car u can win a boat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but in the end u got sperm in ur throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Collin:&lt;/span&gt; wats rong cuz. got owned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Johnny:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; AHHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="comment-foot"&gt;     &lt;span&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/2721203198183636986-3444660108259654555?l=burlesquebunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/feeds/3444660108259654555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/msn-monia-music-faithless-lil-eddie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default/3444660108259654555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default/3444660108259654555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/msn-monia-music-faithless-lil-eddie.html' title='Ngaw, Collin. :$'/><author><name>Littlelady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13787364395424327075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2721203198183636986.post-326433969575619267</id><published>2009-06-07T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T04:12:01.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Queen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Msn:&lt;/span&gt; Andeeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; Paparazzi - Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at like 8:00am today, had a half an hour shower and took another half an hour deciding what to wear.. I decided to wear this new black vest I got to mock two people that always wear black. ;) Anyway, after I got changed and blow dried my hair, I went on MSN and talked to Branden. We left at like 9:00 something because SOMEONE was at Cabramatta already and being the nice friend I am I left early for them. 8-) We made our way to Parramatta, because Branden wanted to find Mimi a present. But there was nothing. ^o) So we went to buy him a bumbag because he wanted to impress Mimi. rofl! hope he doesn't read this.. anyway, we went to get Easyway and after that we went up to Greater Union to meet up with everyone. Della, Mimi and Juanita came. Them three are like seriously so cute! :D We took quiet a while to decide what to watch. During the time we were taking photos and drinking free smoothie samples. *giggle. By that time everyone else started coming.. including Steven and his.. friend, Daphne? lol. They decided to watch Night At The Museum 2. It started at 1:00pm so we went shopping for a bit. The movie was like 2 hours and it was pretty boring. :Z Ho bought 2 boxes of 10 Wicked Wings and we had to hide it while getting in because of somehting to do with not being allowed to bring in food or something.. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore a scarf the whole day assuming it was Della's 'cause it was in Mimi's bag and because Branden said so. After the movie I gave it back to her and she said it wasn't her's. Mimi said it was her friend, Sandy's? :| God, how embarrassing. I wonder if she noticed a random wearing her clothes, lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s573.photobucket.com/albums/ss180/littleladyxo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ll.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i573.photobucket.com/albums/ss180/littleladyxo/ll.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me and the scarf, della + nita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Near the end of the day Branden was feeling sick and we decided to head home. I was gonna go Villawood but then I got lazy. So I talked home with Branden. And oh, my gosh. School's tomorrow. :( And we have grade sport. I mean I don't like Mondays but I don't like grade sport either so I don't like Tuesdays? 8-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2721203198183636986-326433969575619267?l=burlesquebunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/feeds/326433969575619267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-queen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default/326433969575619267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default/326433969575619267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-queen.html' title='Happy Birthday Queen?'/><author><name>Littlelady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13787364395424327075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2721203198183636986.post-4773013814330770691</id><published>2009-06-07T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:43:54.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Japanese Cannibal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Of June 1981&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed. She’s the most beautiful woman I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ever seen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Tall, blond, with pure white skin, she astonishes me with her grace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I invited her to my home for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dinner, she accepts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; After the meal, I asked her to read my favourite German Expressionist poem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;As she reads, I can’t keep my eyes off her.After she leaves, can still smell her body on the bed sheet where she sat reading the poem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I lick the chopsticks and dishes she used. I can taste her lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; My passion is so great. I want to eat her. If I do, she will be mine forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s573.photobucket.com/albums/ss180/littleladyxo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=girl.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i573.photobucket.com/albums/ss180/littleladyxo/girl.jpg" alt="girl" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I arrange for her to read the poem for me once more. I lied to her. I tell her I want to record the poem on tape for my Japanese teacher. She believes. I prepare everything. The cassette recorder of poem, the rifle for the sacrifice. She arrives on time. After drinking tea and whisky, she speaks. She smiles at me. But I know inside that I’m the strangest one of all. Her yellow sleeveless top shows off her beautiful white arms. I can smell her body. I turn on the recorder. She starts to read. She speaks in perfect German.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I reach for the rifle hidden beside the chest of drawers. I stand slowly and aim the rifle at the back of her head. I cannot stop myself. There is a loud sound and her body falls from the chair onto the floor.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It is like she is watching at me. I see her cheeks, her eyes, her nose and mouth, the blood pouring from her head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I try to talk to her, but she no longer answers. There is blood all over the floor. I try to wipe it up, but I realized I cannot stop the blood from her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It is very quiet here. There is only the silence of death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s573.photobucket.com/albums/ss180/littleladyxo/?action=view&amp;amp;%3Cspan%20style="&gt;&lt;img src="http://i573.photobucket.com/albums/ss180/littleladyxo/bedroom.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I start to take off her clothes. It is hard to take the clothes off a dead body. Finally it is done. Her beautiful white body is before me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; waited so long this day and now it it here. I touched her ass. It is so very smooth. I wonder where I should start bite first. I decide to bite the top of her butt. My nose is covered with her cold white skin. I try to beat down hard, but I can’t. I suddenly have a horrible headache. I get a knife from the kitchen and stab it deeply into her skin. Suddenly a lot of sallow fat oozes from the wound. It reminds me of Indian corn. It continues to ooze, it is strange. Finally I find the red meat under the sallow fat. I scoop it out and put it in my mouth and chew. It has no smell and taste. It melts in my mouth like a perfect piece of tuna. I look in her eyes and say,” You are delicious.” I cut her body and lift the meat to my mouth again and again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then I take a photograph of her white corpse with its deep wounds. I have sex with her body. When I hug her, she lets out a breath. I’m frightened, she seems alive. I kiss her and tell her I love her. Then I drag her body to the bathroom. By now I am exhausted, but I cut into her hip and put the meat in a roasting pan. After it is cooked, I sit at the table using her underwear as a napkin. They still smell of her body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://s573.photobucket.com/albums/ss180/littleladyxo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kitchen.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i573.photobucket.com/albums/ss180/littleladyxo/kitchen.jpg" alt="kitchen" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then I turn on the tape of her reading the German poem and eat. There is not enough taste. I use some salt and some mustard and it is delicious, very high quality meat. Then I go back to the bathroom and cut off her breast and bake it.It swells while it cooks, I serve the breast on the table and eat it with a fork and knife. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t very good, too greasy. I try to cut into another part of her body. Her thighs were wonderful. Finally she is in my stomach! Finally she is mine. It is the best dinner I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; ever had.Afterwards, I sleep with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://s573.photobucket.com/albums/ss180/littleladyxo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=girlbody.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i573.photobucket.com/albums/ss180/littleladyxo/girlbody.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Next morning, she is still here. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t smell bad. Today I must finish cutting up her body. I have to put it into suitcases and sink it in the lake. It will be her grave. I touch the cold body again and I wonder where should I start. I start to cut off all the meat before amputating the limbs. While I cut her calf, I suddenly want to taste it. I see the beautiful red meat beneath the fat.I grasp her knew and her ankle, and tear it with my teeth. It is tender. I slowly chew and savor it. After eating most of the calf, I look at myself in the mirror. There is grease all over my face. And then I start to eat at random. I bite her little toe. It still smell and her feet. I stab the knife into her arch and see red meat deep inside. I thrust my fingers inside and dig out the meat and put it in my mouth.It tastes okay. Then I stab the knife into her armpit. Ever since I saw it under her yellow sleeveless top, I wondered how it would taste this good. The wonderful taste cheers me up and I devour her underarm up to the elbow. Finally, I cut off her private parts. When I touch the public hair, it has a very bad smell. I bite her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;clit&lt;/span&gt;, but it won’t come off, it just stretches. So I throw it in the frying pan and pop it in my mouth. I chew very carefully and swallow it. It is so sweet. After I swallow it, I feel her in my body and get hot. I turn the body over and open her buttocks, revealing her anus. I scoop it out with my knife and try to put it in my mouth. It smells too much. I put it in the frying pan and throw it in my mouth. It still smells, so I spit it out. I go into the next room. It smell of fat, like I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been frying a chicken. It’s been twenty four hours now. Some huge flies hover and buzz in the longer her. Where is she? She’s gone far away? I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; broken her, like a child who breaks his toy. I try to use an electric knife to cut her body. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t work, just makes a loud sound. I use a hatchet. I strike several times. It’s hard work. I strike her thigh. Her body jumps up. If she could feel, it would have hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://s573.photobucket.com/albums/ss180/littleladyxo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=leg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i573.photobucket.com/albums/ss180/littleladyxo/leg.jpg" alt="legs" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I scoop it out with my knife and try to put it in my mouth. It smells too much. I put it in the frying pan and throw it in my mouth. It is even harder than the thigh. I use the electric knife again. It makes a shrill long fingers, I am driven by another impulse. I use her hand to masturbate. Her long fingers excite me. When I’m finished, I try to bite her finger. I can’t. I’m disappointed. I put her hands into the plastic bag along with her legs. And then I see her face. It is still quiet. She has a small nose and a sweet lower lip. When she was alive, I wanted to bite them. Now I can satisfy that desire. It’s so easy to bite off her nose. As I chew the cartilage, I can hear the noise.I use a knife to cut off more of cartilage and put it in my mouth. It really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t taste very good.I scoop out her lower lip with my knife and put it in my mouth. It has hard skin. I decide to eat it later when I can fry it. So, I put it in the refrigerator. I want her tongue. I can’t seem to open her lower jaw, but I can reach in between her teeth. Finally, it comes out. I cut it off and put it in my mouth. Finally, I cut the skin off the tongue and taste the meat.I try to eat her eyes. It’s hard for me to stab into them, though it is the easiest part of her face. I can tears coming from them. It frightens me. Her eyes are all that is left of her face. It is nearly a skull. I decided to take out her stomach. When I stab under her naval a little fat appears and then I can see the red meat under the fat. I slice a piece of the red meat and put it on a plate. Then I stab into the stomach. The internal organs appear. There is a great length of rolled tubes and I find a gray bag at the end of the tubes. It must be the bladder. There is a strong smell as soon as I pick it up. I thrust my hand into her body cavity.her bag. It must be her womb. If she had lived, she would have had a baby in this womb. The thought depresses me for a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://s573.photobucket.com/albums/ss180/littleladyxo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=backbody.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i573.photobucket.com/albums/ss180/littleladyxo/backbody.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I pull out the intestines. My hands sting from the digestive juices. At last I have to cut off her head. It is the most difficult thing I have to do. I cut off the meat on her neck until I can see bone, then I cut again. She still wearing her neck lance. I try to use the electric knife, but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t work very well. It just makes it shrill sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://s573.photobucket.com/albums/ss180/littleladyxo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bag.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i573.photobucket.com/albums/ss180/littleladyxo/bag.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So I use the hatchet. I imagine myself on the guillotine. It is surprisingly easy to cut through. With the head gone her body is now only flesh. When I grab the hair and hang up the head, I realized I am a Cannibal. I put the head in a plastic bag. I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; separated the body and put it into two plastic bags. They are heavy. It is hard to put them into the suitcases. I am finished. It is midnight. I call a taxi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://s573.photobucket.com/albums/ss180/littleladyxo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=meat.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i573.photobucket.com/albums/ss180/littleladyxo/meat.jpg" alt="kitchen" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am back home. I turned on the TV and open the refrigerator. I put the dishes on the glass table. I could recognised each pieces of meat. This is part of her hip and this is part of her thigh. I fry them on stove. I set the table.There is mustard, salt, pepper and sauce. I put her underwear beside the dish. I sniff it and look at a nude woman in a magazine. I try to remember which part of her is in my mouth, but it is difficult to connect the mean with a body. It just seems like a piece of meat. I continued to eat her body until I am caught. Each day the mean becomes more tender, each day the taste is more sweet and delicious.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Lssei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Sagawa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Geisteskranker&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Kannibale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://s573.photobucket.com/albums/ss180/littleladyxo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=guy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i573.photobucket.com/albums/ss180/littleladyxo/guy.jpg" alt="guy" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;On the fifth day, he was caught by the French police and jailed there. However, he was sent by to Japan, his country, for the punishment. Due to his mentally illness, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t go on court and was sent to mentally institution. Fifteen months later, he was out, becomes a free man.&lt;br /&gt;This is totally unfair. He should deserves strict punishment, like hang to death, instead. Pity the lady who was killed by him, and then physically and mentally torture &amp;amp; rape by him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Saddist&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/2721203198183636986-4773013814330770691?l=burlesquebunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4773013814330770691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/japanese-cannibal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default/4773013814330770691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default/4773013814330770691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/japanese-cannibal.html' title='A Japanese Cannibal.'/><author><name>Littlelady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13787364395424327075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2721203198183636986.post-8561790781817918710</id><published>2009-06-05T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:25:32.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Msn:&lt;/span&gt; Selena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Washing My Hands (Of You) - Jackie Boyz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; neutral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been moody and people have said behind my back that I've ''changed''. I don't see me changing, and no one's said to me that I've changed. If you people who I thought were my ''close friends'' think I've changed so much then rant on about it to me, not someone else. Just shows how gutless you are. I don't think I've changed and if you think I have then maybe it's because your getting on my nerves these days and I would really rather let it out with attitude then bottle it up and say it behind your back after woulds, yeah. And everyone's fucken changed, we don't all stay 5 year olds forever, and I know there's a difference between changing a good way and a bad way but I can't help the person I am right now and I'm not gonna change myself because it's not worth it for gutless people. I wouldn't even change if I could and the thing is I don't even know what I'm doing wrong but you know maybe that's because no one tells me what it is either. And to be honest. I don't really have anyone to bitch to about these days anymore because my ''close friends'' aren't so trustworthy and trust in someone is really all I fucken need right now which I don't have, besides that I really don't know why I'm so moody at the moment and no it's not pms, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;but if you understood this blog and understood me then maybe you'd fucken understand why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, excuse the language and stuff.. I'm just a bit angry. :) And no I am not moody or pms-ing while writing this blog. I've just decided I should post this up for people who think this would be aimed at them and if you think it's aimed at you then yeah it is, so shut the fuck up. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2721203198183636986-8561790781817918710?l=burlesquebunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8561790781817918710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default/8561790781817918710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default/8561790781817918710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/changes.html' title='Changes.'/><author><name>Littlelady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13787364395424327075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2721203198183636986.post-6288091776480467056</id><published>2009-06-05T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:25:43.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking cookies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Msn:&lt;/span&gt; Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; Stop This Train - Claude Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;neutral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Saturday. And a long weekend too. I have nothing much plan today, I was s'pose to go Cabramatta with Mae and stuff, but I got lazy. So she's gonna call me when they get home and I'll go her house instead, we're gonna bake. 8-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;2 hours later.. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well the plan today was that we'd all meet at Time Gone at 12:00? Hang Msn'ed me at 12 something saying to come Cabra soon.. I told her I would before 2:00 and for her to wait for me, 'cause they'd be going Mae's house at 3:00. But then.. I had a shower and it was like, 1:30 then I had to wait for my hair to dry! then I couldn't be bothered! :'( So Monia texted Mae for me letting her and Hang know I wouldn't be at Cabra and for them to call me when they got home. It's 4:00 and no one's called me yet. f5 Hang's at Cabra right now, by herself. How do I know this? 8-) because her comment on Mae's Bebo says: ''omg im at tg where are you ?'' Anyway.. Hang's not suppose to be by herself because I'm meant to be there and I would go.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just that maybe by the time I get there she won't be there anymore? 8-) OK whatever I'm just lazy. Sorry Hang. :( WELL, I did let someone know where I was FOR Hang though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another hour later. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5:10 AM) -        &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; m&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;:    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;comingggG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5:10 AM) -          littl:    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;OMG. DID YOU GUYS JUST GET BACK? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5:10 AM) -         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;m&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5:10 AM) -         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;m&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ROFL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5:10 AM) -          littl:    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;what'd you do at Cabra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5:10 AM) -         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;m&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;went livo, then yeah, tg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5:10 AM) -          littl:    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm lazy. :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5:11 AM) -         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;m&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5:11 AM) -         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;m&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5:11 AM) -         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;m&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5:11 AM) -         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;m&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;WE HAVE FFOOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5:11 AM) -          littl:    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;yeah well fuck you. LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5:11 AM) -          littl:    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;who's there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5:11 AM) -         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;m&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;tina, xochilt and hang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5:11 AM) -          littl:    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;did you guys bake yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5:12 AM) -         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;m&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;we didnt bake yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5:12 AM) -         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;m&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;laer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5:12 AM) -          littl:    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;GOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5:12 AM) -         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;m&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;later*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5:12 AM) -          littl:    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;WELL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5:12 AM) -          littl:   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm lazy :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5:12 AM) -         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;m&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5:12 AM) -         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;m&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;BYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5:12 AM) -         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;m&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ROFL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a bitch. :'(&lt;br /&gt;well anyways me and Mae ALSO planned this other outting because our party was fail. Just b-ball girlies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pizza, smirnoff, movie yum. ♥&lt;/span&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/2721203198183636986-6288091776480467056?l=burlesquebunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6288091776480467056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-weekend-and-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default/6288091776480467056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default/6288091776480467056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-weekend-and-stuff.html' title='Baking cookies.'/><author><name>Littlelady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13787364395424327075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2721203198183636986.post-7153980775748109765</id><published>2009-06-02T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:26:04.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grade sport cancelled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Msn&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Offli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Music: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bad Habit - Varsity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; pissed off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My mum is being a bitch and won't let me get a fucking job which I was planning to apply for Liverpool, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Phanny&lt;/span&gt;. ==' Fucking hell. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; whatever I'm over it, well not really but I was pretty pissed off when she first said no because I can never take no as an answer especially not from my 'rents and I would've had a lot to swear on and on about 2 hours ago, but I got over it now. Sorta. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Grade sport was canceled today because of Zone Cross Country. I don't really mind grade sport canceled. I don't really like it anyway.. I do Netball and I did Basketball last term but it's only luck I made it into the two teams, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;infact&lt;/span&gt; not only do I not like grade sport I also don't like sport, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; yeah stating the obvious.. . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I only have one reason for joining Netball anyway.. the same reason I joined &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Basketball&lt;/span&gt;, travel, home, away, or whatever, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;other schools, other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;boysssss&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(L) but anyways this time all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Netballer's&lt;/span&gt; are stuck on the same venue every Tuesday for the rest of Winter sport so therefore I will be seeing the same faces of year 9/10s..girls from each school every single week, sigh. I'm not stupid, I just didn't know that but if I did I can re-assure you I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;woulda&lt;/span&gt; chose school sport over Netball. :D Wait, I take that back. No I do not wanna be stuck doing school sport..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ANYWAYS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;New topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Instead of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt; because of the wet weather, (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, is training for grade sport and grade sport a new topic? whatever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;)  we all went into C2 and watched ''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bend It Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'' a movie I have overall seen at least 3-4 times during school. I don't mind the movie, it's just I can't stand watching something more than 2 times. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Knightley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; is in it and oh, my gosh, she is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hooott&lt;/span&gt;, *drools. Just not so much in the movie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;tbh&lt;/span&gt;. She has abs, and stuff.. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well me and Tina had better things to do/talk about, such as talk about piercings, think of what piercings to get, piercings, piercings, piercings! I have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;big love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; for piercings. She's planning to get her belly done soon, and I'm gonna re do my ears with her! I've re-done my ears like, 3 times now.. it's not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I'm clumsy and I let them get infected or close up, I just close them up myself 'cause I don't like where they are, and yes I am very picky, but this is the last time I'm changing them, honest! .......... I think. I took out my lip piercing today, during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;roll call&lt;/span&gt;, it's closing and by recess I couldn't put the bar back in, but, no regrets whatsoever. I want my nape pierced! :( Augustine told me it's $120, I am getting it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyone by the name of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Natalie Tran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; please go into my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Blog spot&lt;/span&gt; and help me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;plox&lt;/span&gt;.. ! :'(&lt;/span&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/2721203198183636986-7153980775748109765?l=burlesquebunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7153980775748109765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/grade-sport-cancelled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default/7153980775748109765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default/7153980775748109765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/grade-sport-cancelled.html' title='Grade sport cancelled.'/><author><name>Littlelady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13787364395424327075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2721203198183636986.post-3455759851116749044</id><published>2009-06-01T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:35:18.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>''I wanna die pretty''.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hate Mondays. Like really, I've always hated Mondays. I think it's because I sleep early on Fridays, wake up early on Saturdays for outings and then I wake up early again on Sunday because I have tutor and I feel like I need an extra day for a sleep in. :Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had a lock down today, I thought it was fake but even if it was real, (which it was) I was never really scared of them. Not like those people who shit themselves and call their parents to pick them up, lol. It was during a double period of Commerce too, just before lunch. Apparently cops were involved, and it was because an IEC kid got pissed off at this girl and held a brick up attempting to throw it at her or something Well he's gone back to his country now.. I heard his got mental problems because he's always upset moving all the time and he really didn't wanna be where he was. I remember my first lock down, when I was in year 7. I was such a kid back then. ^o) Complaining about dieing a virgin, and I still remember everyone not letting me forget a quote I made while I was in there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tokla:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why are you combing your hair during a lock down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Linda:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna die pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and after that it actually spread around somehow and Hang was just like, ''as soon as I heard that I just knew straight away who said that.'' It wasn't that much of a big deal though, I comb my hair in every period, lock down or no lock down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Monia wants me to teach her how to use Blogspot. I think she should have one, and ''http://chinadollxo.blogspot.com/'' is a seriously cute url! &lt;/span&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/2721203198183636986-3455759851116749044?l=burlesquebunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/feeds/3455759851116749044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wanna-die-pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default/3455759851116749044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default/3455759851116749044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wanna-die-pretty.html' title='&apos;&apos;I wanna die pretty&apos;&apos;.'/><author><name>Littlelady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13787364395424327075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2721203198183636986.post-5000016086208459987</id><published>2009-05-31T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T05:40:06.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tongue piercing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;My experience:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got my tongue pierced about 3 weeks ago (9th May, 2009: Mothers Day). I never thought of getting it done, until like 2 weeks before I got it. I've gotten plenty on my ears, my lip pierced and belly done, and I started getting interested in tongue piercings. Getting it pierced was fast and wasn't as painful as my other piercings. My tongue swelled for the first week or so, but I did not drool or bleed while getting pierced. Some people do, but it's completely normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;About getting it pierced:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My piercer, Joseph had me go get a cold slurpy, and when I came back he'd gotten the tools out and ready. He asked me to rinse my mouth for 30 seconds and then he checked underneath my tongue, for any veins. He clamped my tongue, marked the spot where it was gonna be pierced, told me to hold out my tongue and not put it back in, and pierced it. He took the needle out, and put in the barbell, screwed on the ball, and told me to slowly close my mouth. It was pierced from bottom up, and was fairly very quick. The pain is very minimal. Biting your tongue is heaps painful, you'd think a needle through it would hurt so much more. But it doesn't. The barbell they used is longer than the thickness of your tongue, to accommodate with the swelling as your tongue will need space. Usually after 2 weeks you will need to see your piercer to fit a shorter bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Aftercare:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tongue piercings heal in 2 - 6 weeks. You may get a discharge, a yellowish whitish colour, but it's normal. It's a mixture of lymph and body fluids that are part of the healing process. You can use Listerine to rinse your mouth but you should dilute Listerine with water (50-50) because of it's high alcohol con tenet. H2Ocean Oral Rinse, which contains  natural sea salt, natural enzymes and minerals help cleanse your oral piercing. ($12:95 @ Industrie8) Rinse 2 - 3 times a day, and after eating anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;What to eat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cold foods are better tolerated than hot foods. Avoid eating spicy food in early stages after piercing. Hot food causes your blood vessels to expand or let more blood flow through. Vitamin C and Zinc supplements help in healing faster. To minimize swelling after piercing, cold drinks are recommended, and antibacterial anti-inflammatory throat lozenges. Avoid excessive alcohol, party drugs and smoking in early stages of healing as these may increase swelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Healing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A tongue piercing should  be very comfortable after 2 weeks. However the piercing is not permanent until 6 months have elapsed. Don't play with your jewelery against your teeth, press it into your gums, or chew on your piercing as this can lead to the formation of scar tissue and damage teeth.  Avoid putting anything dirty in your mouth and refrain from kissing and oral sex during the healing phase. Pain, redness, lumps and unusual discharge may be to infection.&lt;/span&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/2721203198183636986-5000016086208459987?l=burlesquebunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/feeds/5000016086208459987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/2009/05/tongue-piercing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default/5000016086208459987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default/5000016086208459987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/2009/05/tongue-piercing.html' title='Tongue piercing.'/><author><name>Littlelady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13787364395424327075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2721203198183636986.post-8216082903133034963</id><published>2009-05-31T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T04:46:16.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogspot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;baby, I'm back!&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/2721203198183636986-8216082903133034963?l=burlesquebunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8216082903133034963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-blogspot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default/8216082903133034963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2721203198183636986/posts/default/8216082903133034963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burlesquebunny.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-blogspot.html' title='New Blogspot.'/><author><name>Littlelady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13787364395424327075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
