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Storyboard Directed Comments Takes Exists
Thursday, December 17, 2009 at 6:38 AM
How to reject a girl's confession gently and efficiently:

"The books that I love to read all involve maids. The cafe that I go to must be maid-related. Of course, I am also collecting figurines. When I play maid video games, I'll scream "MOE! MOE!". And when I get excited, I will wear my own maid outfit that I have and scream "HAA! HAA!" out loud."


Yes, I bet most, or probably all girls will speed away in a speeding boat once they hear that. ^^

Yosh! MOMO here, again :3. *Sigh* Rainie is too lazy to update her blog, though she can now use the computer for only a few measly minutes. -3- Though I wonder if anyone reads anymore, since there's no more new tags '.'

Ah well. The fat cat's bringing me out tomorrow for lunch at eighteen chefs as a late birthday treat XD And going shopping with me at Orchard after that too >w<>
Me: So what are we going to do tomorrow after lunch then?

Rainie: Well... I know! Let's go to the Marriott Hotel, sit on the sofas, and pretend to be rich.

Me: WHAT? Oh then what's next? A troupe of graceful dancers serenade us, as we bask in bright white spotlights, and then 2 cool looking blonde dudes will approach us and invite us to their deluxe suites, where a DJ will play Pitbull's "Hotel Room service", while we dance on one of those para-para arcade dance machines, followed by the arrival of Santa Claus who bursts through our windows, saying "HOHOHO! HERE'S YOUR LOUIS VUITTON AND MARC JACOBS BAGS THAT WERE ON YOUR WANTED LIST! MERRY CHRISTMAS!"?

Rainie:...You know, thats not bad. Lets do that.

Me: LIKE HELL THAT WOULD EVER HAPPEN!


So we haven't exactly planed what we will be doing tomorrow.:o But it will be painful and torturing, since my pockets are completely and entirely dry, drier than a Hikkimori (stay-at-home) Otaku's chances of scoring a girl. >_>

WE NEED JOBS!!!! SOMEONE GIVE 2 TYPICAL CRAZY, (one especially crazy and weird), HOT-BLOODED, LOUD, YOUTHFUL GIRLS a GODAMN JOB!!!!!

I wish Santa could give jobs as presents. That way even Hobos would survive 'w'

To You I'd Be Always Faithful.♥ 6:38 AM.


Thursday, December 17, 2009 at 6:38 AM
How to reject a girl's confession gently and efficiently:

"The books that I love to read all involve maids. The cafe that I go to must be maid-related. Of course, I am also collecting figurines. When I play maid video games, I'll scream "MOE! MOE!". And when I get excited, I will wear my own maid outfit that I have and scream "HAA! HAA!" out loud."


Yes, I bet most, or probably all girls will speed away in a speeding boat once they hear that. ^^

Yosh! MOMO here, again :3. *Sigh* Rainie is too lazy to update her blog, though she can now use the computer for only a few measly minutes. -3- Though I wonder if anyone reads anymore, since there's no more new tags '.'

Ah well. The fat cat's bringing me out tomorrow for lunch at eighteen chefs as a late birthday treat XD And going shopping with me at Orchard after that too >w<>
Me: So what are we going to do tomorrow after lunch then?

Rainie: Well... I know! Let's go to the Marriott Hotel, sit on the sofas, and pretend to be rich.

Me: WHAT? Oh then what's next? A troupe of graceful dancers serenade us, as we bask in bright white spotlights, and then 2 cool looking blonde dudes will approach us and invite us to their deluxe suites, where a DJ will play Pitbull's "Hotel Room service", while we dance on one of those para-para arcade dance machines, followed by the arrival of Santa Claus who bursts through our windows, saying "HOHOHO! HERE'S YOUR LOUIS VUITTON AND MARC JACOBS BAGS THAT WERE ON YOUR WANTED LIST! MERRY CHRISTMAS!"?

Rainie:...You know, thats not bad. Lets do that.

Me: LIKE HELL THAT WOULD EVER HAPPEN!


So we haven't exactly planed what we will be doing tomorrow.:o But it will be painful and torturing, since my pockets are completely and entirely dry, drier than a Hikkimori (stay-at-home) Otaku's chances of scoring a girl. >_>

WE NEED JOBS!!!! SOMEONE GIVE 2 TYPICAL CRAZY, (one especially crazy and weird), HOT-BLOODED, LOUD, YOUTHFUL GIRLS a GODAMN JOB!!!!!

I wish Santa could give jobs as presents. That way even Hobos would survive 'w'

I Don't Want Just Anyone's Hug.♥ 6:38 AM.


Directed By





Rainie
Love's Raphael Michael Kea.

OLD ENOUGH
Contemplating College
Badminton School Team



Momotone
The Scriptwriter.

OLD ENOUGH
College
Drama

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