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Watching Mei's Butler is fun, cheesy and everything. For me, a fetish fueled drama, complete with a bitch, a bastard, a class of loyal friends, hot guy, not-so-hot guy and.... butlers. While watching, I really can't imagine anyone nowadays becoming a butler out of their own will. You have to go like, "My lady", and stuff like that, which is something impossible to the male ego ;_;



Date Masamune's voice sample is out on Sengoku Basara 3's site! And a bunch of new images. Masamune-sama would be looking veeeeeeery manly if he's real... Manly to the point it scares the shit out of you, but well, who is going to complain about the Dragon when his Right Eye is watching you? You might just get killed.

Had my Add Maths trials earlier today, it's was fucking shit hard. I'll admit I went batshit insane during Paper 2. Well, it's also partially because I was an idiot who only slept for 2 hours and the canteen wasn't open in the morning. Ah.. My Nescafe... And it seemed like I'm the only idiot who brought my own log book. Chances my ass is going to get kicked = very high desu.

Through out the whole time in school... Well, besides the Add Maths factor, I felt kinda dazed again. Just like... staring off into the distance for a long time until people around you think you're retarded one way or another. What exactly was I thinking at that time, I really don't recall at all. My head's blank and it will remain blank until I fully feel that what's broken can no longer be mended. Thinking made me worse, averting my attention? Simply not good. I was in a condition so fucked up, I can cry thinking that Masamune-sama might die in Sengoku Basara when in truth, the real him was dead long time ago. Strange shit.

Just thinking makes us evil. Just thinking makes you lose all traces of innocence. When you think, you put everything, everything into consideration which will then act as your own constrains. Where's the freedom? Where's the life? I'm not exactly one who should say that after being such a coward.

I never understood why I felt very upset whenever my mum comes out and bitches about banning me from using my computer. Perhaps I was too attached to a dangerous level. Even now, it's 3am and I'm pretty sleepy, but I've no desire to leave my seat. Bitch at me all you want, it's already over for me. But I can't go just yet... I... have no idea how to put this in words... This nostalgic strange feeling....

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