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<![CDATA[ <span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">It's been forever since I last updated my blog.<br>A lot has happened within the year.</span><br><br><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">Firstly, Yuu and I broke up, he's living with my mother.<br>Where do they live? In New York.<br>Everything that happened during Thanksgiving week<br>went down like this.&nbsp;<br><br>We found the house we wanted to get. Good news we got it.<br>after going back to Arizona we packed our stuff and prepared to move.<br>I quit my job at the flower shop, sold my car.<br>After moving everything we owned to the house in NY.<br>My boyfriend decided that he was bored of me.&nbsp;<br>Dumping me, on x-mas day, I grabbed the stuff I could carry.<br>I was on the next flight back to Arizona, nowhere to go.<br>I stayed in a hotel for some days looking for jobs.<br>No one would hire me, it would be when I was at the airport,&nbsp;<br>trying to get a ticket back home, I ran into someone familiar.<br>Takashi, he bought me a ticket to Cali, we had so much fun.<br><br>That I ended up moving in with him, I called my mother told her to ship my stuff.<br>After getting settled in with Takashi, we stayed in different rooms.<br>Living with him for about two months or so, we began to have feelings for each other<br>Dating so many months now it has been the most beautiful time.<br><br>I love the man named Takashi Hasegawa.<br>He treats me better then my ex boyfriends, ever did.&nbsp;<br>To people we are beautiful to anti-gays we are ugly.<br>But because of them I've come to love my boyfriend more.<br>I made their ugliness into something more.<br><br>I can say I have had my ups and downs but the man of my life<br>has always been by my side. Every now and then I go back home.<br>This time Takashi came back with me. He met my ex they did not hit it off.<br><br>The best part, he was jealous, I can say I was very happy about that.&nbsp;<br>After seeing my mother and my sister, we went to see the rest of the family.<br>He was scared it was cute. After going back home, we ended up going on a date.</span><br><br><span style="color: rgb(239, 130, 239);">It had been nearly two years that me and Takashi end up dating.<br>I can say without a doubt in my heart&nbsp;<br>I love this man to death and he loves me.<br><br>Well that's what happened.<br></span><br>
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<pubDate>Fri, 02 Aug 2013 14:10:35 +0900</pubDate>
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<![CDATA[ <span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">Life is never easy, I won't say my life isn't hard or easy.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">My life is just the way I live it.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">Yeah.&nbsp;I grew up with an abusive father who left when I was young.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">I dealt with a drunk and abusive mother.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">Even my own sister tried to kill me.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">I drove myself to the ER&nbsp;I can say I bled alot.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">Even the doctors were stunned by me driving myself to the ER.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">And the amount of blood loss.</span><br><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">But my life was hard.&nbsp;I went through relationship after relationship.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">I even was in love with a man that I thought was the one for me.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">But he hurt me while making love, and dumped me.</span><br><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">Yeah I went through a depression I won't forget.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">I landed myself in the hospital for two weeks.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">But I didn't tell my friends who were worried.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">I got on and pretended everything was okay.</span><br><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">I lost friends and gained new ones.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">I fought with people I hit guys.&nbsp;I even slapped a girl.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">I been beaten to a pulp because I was with a guy.</span><br><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">I been out and people accuse me of something.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">Because I look Goth/Emo&nbsp;they think I cut myself when I have no cuts on my wrist.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">Because of my lip ring&nbsp;they think I like pain.&nbsp;They think I steal and trash places.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">I can't count the many times I been accused of something.</span><br><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">Even then I held my head high because I'm better then that.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">I'm better then what they accuse me of.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">I been arrested on a false charge.&nbsp;Even then I still hold my head high.</span><br><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">But when two friends fight it makes it hard to talk to them.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">I don't know what I would do..</span><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">I can't help them because this isn't my place.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">They have to work this out themselves. It's hard not to help them.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">If I help them, they will never learn anything, only to keep running to me.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">But there will be a time I won't be here.&nbsp;</span><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">They will have to learn to talk to </span><b style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147); "><u>EACH OTHER</u></b><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);"> and not me.</span><br><br><span style="color: rgb(0, 190, 255);">There will be no lesson here only&nbsp;simply a note.</span><br><br><span style="color: rgb(0, 190, 255);">To my two&nbsp;wives;&nbsp;</span><br><span style="color: rgb(0, 190, 255);">TALK TO EACH OTHER AND DON'T YOU DARE GIVE UP.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(0, 190, 255);">DON'T GIVE UP THE FRIENDSHIP YOU HAVE.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(0, 190, 255);">MY PRINCESS, MAKE TIME TO TALK TO MY LITTLE LOVE.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(0, 190, 255);">ELSE YOU WILL REGRET LOSING HER. </span><br><span style="color: rgb(0, 190, 255);">I CAN'T PROMISE TO ALWAYS BE THERE TO FIX EVERYTHING.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(0, 190, 255);">MY LITTLE LOVE, TRY!!!</span><br><span style="color: rgb(0, 190, 255);">BOTH OF YOU STOP BEING BITCHES AND TALK.</span><br><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">(I don't regret calling you both bitches.) &nbsp;</span><br>
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<pubDate>Tue, 10 Jul 2012 09:40:45 +0900</pubDate>
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<title>☆UPDATE; Kitten? Puppy? Moving? Oh My☆</title>
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<![CDATA[ <span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">In my last post I wrote about moving and overlooking.<br>First off before I get ahead of myself I would like to say, that WE GOT A HOUSE!!<br>It's a four bedroom house, two bath. Best thing, it was built in 1900's I have no&nbsp;neighbors!!!<br>And the best part is I get the master bed room because, my boyfriend is moving in with us.<br>He's helping us with the money and stuff. He's even coming with me for a month to Az.<br><br>Tomorrow I guess it would be today, since it's 1 for me. I'm leaving with my boyfriend and family.<br>We're leaving at&nbsp;7:10am we'll be landing in Philadelphia&nbsp;&nbsp;8:18am.&nbsp;<br>Which I guess it good, then we're leaving Philly at&nbsp;10:05am then a long as trip to Phoenix.&nbsp;<br>Landing at home around&nbsp;12:44pm to 1pm which I am happy because now I can quit my job.<br>Get everything ready and finallllly CHANGE of different clothes. I have been dying for the change.</span><br><br><span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 127);">Okay, so now, for the blog over looking. I realize... <br>I was harsh on the one over looking another person.<br>As I said before I know the feeling of being over looked.... <br>I rather not say it, but I can't explain it well.<br>When I was younger my mother was pretending to be okay <br>pretended we were one big fucking happy family no worries, no harm, right?<br>I was beaten and bullied daily at school I tried to tell my mother but she over looked me.&nbsp;<br>She paid more attention to my little sister.&nbsp;<br>I was depressed, cut myself I was even put in the hospital for blood loss.<br>Yet my mother continued to over look me, like I was nothing but a fucking bug.<br>This continued to go on till I was 14. <br>Not good I know, but I was smoking and in what people call "The wrong&nbsp;crowd"<br>I done bad things it was until I snapped at my mother and she broke down.<br>Cried for days, she knew I was right. I can say I cleaned up my act and I am the person I am.<br>I met a girl whom I loved with all my heart, and for her I wanted to be everything she wanted.<br>But she looked at me as a brother, I took her out on dates but she looked at it as friends.<br>I apologize for the harshness I put in the last part of my blog, but I just don't want to see...<br>Close friends lose each other because they push each other to the edge and off the cliff.</span><br>
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<pubDate>Sun, 18 Mar 2012 13:37:36 +0900</pubDate>
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<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">&nbsp;So, I was spending the night with my boyfriend,&nbsp;he tells me&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);"><br></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">"Lets buy a kitten or a puppy, what do you think?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);"><br></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">The first thing that came to my mind was..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);"><br></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">'What are you talking about?!'</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);"><br></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">But as I thought about it, I started liking the idea.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">The idea of having our first, it brought me back to our first everything.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">I couldn't help but smile and the look on my face was..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">As he put it priceless. I turn and looked at him seriously while I said "Yes"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p>(Much Like This)<br><a href="http://stat.ameba.jp/user_images/20120316/17/decaying-rose/e9/cb/g/o0300016911854911569.gif"><img src="https://stat.ameba.jp/user_images/20120316/17/decaying-rose/e9/cb/g/t02200124_0300016911854911569.gif" style="width:220px; height:124px; border:none;" ratio="1.7741935483870968" id="1331966442764"></a></p><p></p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><font color="#0000ee"><u><br></u></font></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">I can say he laughed... Hard I might add.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">He smiled and looked at me while trying to calm down.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);"><br></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">"Take, you are soo cute"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);"><br></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">I couldn't help but pout and turn to face the tv</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">while he held me tightly he kissed my cheek.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">So I told him where I would like to move too.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">I told him&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);"><br></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">"I would like to remain here in New york for a while"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);"><br></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">He turned and smiled at me, so As of a few hours ago.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">I am now a New Yorker, well.. not really.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">I was born in Arizona.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">I told my family that moving here in Maine would be good.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">My mother smiled and agreed, at least we're with family.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">So in a few weeks, we'll be heading back to Arizona.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">There we will begin packing, and loading a truck that will be driven.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">While me, my mother and sister will be on a plane.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);"><br></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">The plan is;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">Pack everything (No Hurry.)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">Starting with pictures, tv's, books, DVD's, Cd's.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">Clothes and kitchen stuff will be safed last.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">We're staying until our lease is up for the month.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">Beds and everything will be packed a week, before we actaully leave.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);"><br></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">So in other words, we're sleeping on the floors. Hurray.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">Then we're off to our new home, well this week we are getting a home.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">So life as I know it somewhere else will be gone.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">I have to quit my job's and have my car delivered, say goodbye to friends.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">And.. my rp life might have a hiatus, or even worse retire.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">I'll have to look for a new job.. maybe I'll restart my modeling career again.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);"><br></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">First of all, I like to say sorry to;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">Ayako-My sweetheart, I know we been friends for a long time but now it's time to move on</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">Ami-Your a good girl and that's all I have to say.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">and last but not least;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">Steph-I love you my wife, my princess, I love you dearly, I will miss you the most.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">It's ashame that we never had the pleasure of meeting in person I'm sure that would have been fun.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">But in time when I get adjusted to the new life I'll be on more. For you most of all.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);"><br></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);">Any way after crying for the last hour, Topic today is;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><u><span style="font-size: 18px; color: rgb(0, 190, 255);">OVER LOOKING;</span></u></b></div></div><br><br><div><br><span style="color: rgb(148, 113, 222);">Okay, so I got an email from a friend whom is dear to me.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(148, 113, 222);">"<b>HE</b>" asked me, in great detail about how he was feeling about an ex and they <b>ARE</b> friends.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(148, 113, 222);">He told me that they talk all the time, either online or in person or on the phone.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(148, 113, 222);">His ex is also friends with his brother, his brother is close to his ex.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(148, 113, 222);">So when he is online and his brother is online as well, his ex talks to his brother.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(148, 113, 222);">Not one word to him, not even a hello or a goodbye before leaving for work.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(148, 113, 222);">Okay, so here we go about this one.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(148, 113, 222);"><br></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(148, 113, 222);">Over looking is a big problem.. if the person continues to do it it'll only get worse.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(148, 113, 222);">The trust will be gone, and soon they will lose them even if they say they are special to them.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(148, 113, 222);">Because of them overlooking and just simpling forget them.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(148, 113, 222);">Lets start with the over looker.</span></div><div><br></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 64, 255);">The one being over looked I know the feeling because <br>I myself have been over looked by someone.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 64, 255);">Okay obviously the feelings are being forgotten, like you don't matter.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 64, 255);">Like, no matter what your not being looked at, you have things you want to say.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 64, 255);">Yet, they pick someone else over you, they don't say "hello" or "Goodbye."</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 64, 255);">They are online or with you and talking to someone else on the phone.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 64, 255);">They don't bother to look at you or even acknowledge your even there.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 64, 255);">Sometimes they do but they rather talk to the other then yourself.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 64, 255);">Of course most of the time, the time frame is limited but still enough time to say hi and bye.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 64, 255);">But this does not help the other. The other still feels like he or she is being over looked.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 64, 255);">The best way to resolve this would be to disappear. But this is only running away.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 64, 255);">To the over looker. Don't run away, don't think that your not important to them.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 64, 255);">Cause one you are important, you are special, <br>you are more then what they are letting you know.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 64, 255);">Two because they over look you, doesn't mean you should run, let them know that your there.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 64, 255);">Either look at them or speak up and say "Hey I'm here.. I'm here because you are"</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 64, 255);">Don't be afraid to use your voice.</span></div><div><br></div><div><span style="color: rgb(239, 130, 239);">To the Ex or the one over looking the person.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(239, 130, 239);">This is your fault, well it's not but it might as well be your fault.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(239, 130, 239);">Your feelings are just childish the reasons for doing it are just childish.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(239, 130, 239);">For once think of someone else other then your own feelings.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(239, 130, 239);">Sure you maybe hurt and what not, but <b>YOUR</b> hurting someone else.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(239, 130, 239);">Over something so stupid, because he or she is your ex doesn't give you right to pick favorites,</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(239, 130, 239);">You need to let go of any feelings your holding for another,&nbsp;<br>just enjoy life, enjoy what you have.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(239, 130, 239);">Enjoy the little things, look in front of you they aren't gone.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(239, 130, 239);">Just stop being a little child and be your age for once. Stop over looking the other.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(239, 130, 239);">Cause in most cases when you need them the most, they won't be there for you.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(239, 130, 239);">Especially when you need them, and it will be on you because you over looked them.</span></div><div><br></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">For both.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">The best option I can give is, the two need to talk it over.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">Both also need to stop taking everything seriously, and stop being childish.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">If you once loved each other or once were close.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">If this cycle continued in the end you'll lose them.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">The one being over looked, will think about the other, will only think about them.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">As soon as the other makes contact only then will they talk again, but by then it's too late.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">The damage is done because the other was foolish to not think about the other feelings.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);"><br></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">Advice before it's too late to repair something already broken.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">Don't want to long to speak, don't pretend the other exist because that makes you the bad one.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">Truly understand where they are coming from so that you can understand them.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">But if you only get the response is "I don't know" then it's truly they don't know.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">Or they had it happen to them, and it's digging into their past that they wish not to talk about.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);"><br></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 147);">Talk before it's to late</span></div>
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<pubDate>Sat, 17 Mar 2012 15:32:58 +0900</pubDate>
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<![CDATA[ <div><span style="color: rgb(239, 130, 239);">So apparently when I came home from being gone</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(239, 130, 239);">I say for about a week and a half with my boyfriend "Yuu".&nbsp;(Fake Name)<br>He took me to a cute place, outside of Maine,&nbsp;to Montour Falls, <br>I can say.. breathe taking.&nbsp;He spoiled me to no end. <br>But hey I'm not complaining about it, I enjoyed it.</span></div><span style="color: rgb(239, 130, 239);">I took a picture of the water fall. Beautiful isn't? <br>When we reached the picnic table he apparently was there before.<br>Waiting for me was a basket with food that he had made himself.<br>Inside was; Two sub sandwiches, two wine glasses a bottle of red wine.<br>Two plates &amp; Forks, a container of pasta with chicken and broccoli, Salad.<br>Two pieces of mini cake he made, mine he wrote in chocolate.<br>"I love you Takehiko your only meant for me"<br><br>After we ate, he took my hand and walked me closer to the waterfall.<br>He looked deep into my eyes and smiled softly but yet caring and loving.<br>He said in a soft whisper <br>"Live with me, pick anywhere in the state, we will live together. I promise"<br>Just as I was about to answer him, he kissed me firmly but yet softly.<br>Before long I felt something cold touch my neck it was a star necklace.<br>But I won't show you yet.<br><br>(Picture Below;&nbsp;<br>Montour Falls)</span><br><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://stat.ameba.jp/user_images/20120313/10/decaying-rose/e9/39/j/o0734084211848612092.jpg"><img src="https://stat.ameba.jp/user_images/20120313/10/decaying-rose/e9/39/j/t02200252_0734084211848612092.jpg" alt="" i" welcome you to my world-date number six" id="1331612999465" ratio="0.873015873015873"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">After going to the hotel,&nbsp;<br>we took a loooong.. long long shower.<br>then we watched a little tv, before heading down get some snacks.<br>But what I didn't know, was he was having a romantic dinner set up.<br>When we got back, I walked in to find roses on the bed, and long stem roses.<br>And a table made with four roses in the center and candle light.<br>And whats more romantic then having pizza, oh yes, I said pizza.<br>I have to say it was very yummy and good, after&nbsp;&nbsp;we got into bed <br>cuddled in the roses and then.....*Cough* Rested...&nbsp;</span><br><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">When I got home he dropped me off and kissed me goodnight.<br>and of course me&nbsp;sporting&nbsp;off my new neck piece I walked in<br>with a cheesy sparkly face I walked in with arms opened wide<br>saying "Hellllo Family!" I went to go hug them and this was their reaction.</span><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://stat.ameba.jp/user_images/20120313/09/decaying-rose/1d/e0/g/o0250014111848573779.gif"><img src="https://stat.ameba.jp/user_images/20120313/09/decaying-rose/1d/e0/g/t02200124_0250014111848573779.gif" alt="" i" welcome you to my world" id="1331612823614" ratio="1.7741935483870968"></a></div>
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<pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2012 10:30:15 +0900</pubDate>
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<title>☆Introduction and Choice's☆</title>
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<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center;">Welcome to my blog.<br><div style="text-align: center;">I hope you enjoy a good reading and learn something.<br><br><span style="color: rgb(239, 130, 239);"><b><span style="font-size: 16px; "><u>Fun Facts About Me</u>;</span></b><br><br></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(239, 130, 239);">☆My name is Takehiko.☆<br></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(239, 130, 239);">☆I am currently in New York<span style="text-align: left; ">☆<br></span><span style="text-align: left; ">☆</span>I live in Arizona, USA.<span style="text-align: left; ">☆<br></span><span style="text-align: left; ">☆</span>I live in the city of Mesa<span style="text-align: left; ">☆<br></span><span style="text-align: left; ">☆I work in a flower shop</span><span style="text-align: left; ">☆</span>&nbsp;<br><span style="text-align: left; ">☆I was born July 20th, 1985</span><span style="text-align: left; ">☆<br></span><span style="text-align: left; ">☆I'm 26 years old</span><span style="text-align: left; ">☆<br></span><span style="text-align: left; ">☆I have one sister and no brothers</span><span style="text-align: left; ">☆<br></span><span style="text-align: left; ">☆My dad was an abusive drunk left my mother messed up</span><span style="text-align: left; ">☆<br></span><span style="text-align: left; ">☆I am the only man in my mothers life</span><span style="text-align: left; ">☆<br></span><span style="text-align: left; ">☆I'm not married</span><span style="text-align: left; ">☆<br></span><span style="text-align: left; ">☆I have a boyfriend</span><span style="text-align: left; ">☆<br></span><span style="text-align: left; ">☆I have two girls in my life that I treat like wives</span><span style="text-align: left; ">☆<br></span><span style="text-align: left; ">☆I'm very caring person</span><span style="text-align: left; ">☆<br></span><span style="text-align: left; ">☆I used to be a model but I won't tell you what I did</span><span style="text-align: left; ">☆<br></span><span style="text-align: left; ">☆I am very&nbsp;</span>experienced model<span style="text-align: left; ">☆</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(239, 130, 239);"><span style="text-align: left; ">☆I'm not ashamed of it, I did nude shoots</span><span style="text-align: left; ">☆<br></span><span style="text-align: left; ">☆I was a&nbsp;Photographer&nbsp;I did beautiful shoots, I however didn't use my own name</span></span><span style="text-align: left; "><span style="color: rgb(239, 130, 239);">☆</span><br></span><span style="text-align: left; "><br>Those are some fun facts about me.<br>Now that you get a slight insight of me. You'll know where I'm coming from.<br><br>Now for the blog.<br><span style="font-size: 14px; "><span style="font-size: 18px; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 190, 255);"><b>Choices</b></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 190, 255);">;</span></span><br><br><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);">I believe that people in life can make choices.<br>Lets start with that:<br>People can easily choose what they want in life.<br>Because they were given different things and like them.<br>It's easy to decided what you want when you know what your feeling.<br>Feelings are also different.<br>You know your feelings so choices are easy to go by.<br><br>Now for someone whom making a choice is hard.<br>People who can't decided are&nbsp;automatically&nbsp;labelled<br>"Indecisive" only because having to pick wasn't a choice for them.<br>They were handed things easily, and they are easy to please.</span><br><br><span style="color: rgb(0, 190, 255);">Now when you put two of the two people spoken here,&nbsp;<br>You get an endless circle, because one knows what the heart wants.<br>They might get tired of picking because it's always up to them.<br>But yet when they do pick something, the other might not like it.<br>Only pretend to put a happy face on and go along with it.<br>The other knowing that the other doesn't like it will ask about it.<br>While the others response is "No, I'm fine with it" or "Only if you want"<br>Because they are afraid if they voice their real feelings.<br>They will be over looked or pushed aside or even heard.<br>No matter, what the other says to reassure that they wouldn't do that.<br>It won't matter because it's always in the mind of the other.<br>The fear of just being over looked.</span><br><br><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);">Either it's happened before in the past or it will happen.<br>But either way you shouldn't expect much.<br>Just careful make a list of what you know they like.<br>Let then pick from that, and all will be fine.<br><br>And if it doesn't work ask what they are feeling.<br>make a small list, either what you see or what they are typing.<br>I can tell what someone's feeling just by the way they write/type.<br>And of course facial expression.</span><br><br><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);">Sometimes the person whom can't pick or make a choice.<br>It's better to pick someone let them tell you if they don't it too or not.<br>And pick another if they want it or not. Till you both come to one.<br>But the other shouldn't get mad or upset about what they want.<br>Because it'll only stir up the feeling of being over looked.<br>Yelling or getting upset or giving up doesn't help.<br>Just stay calm and carefully choose your words<br>Not everything has to start with "Well what do you want then"</span><br><br><div style="text-align: center;">That's my views on that.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks for reading.&nbsp;Till next time my loves.</div><div style="text-align: center;">♛Prince Takehiko♛</div></div></span></div></div></div></div><br>
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<pubDate>Mon, 12 Mar 2012 09:56:11 +0900</pubDate>
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