Waikiki truly is a place in Hawaii! Alas we find the answer and X and Corvo were right last night. Damn it. Twas a very good guess, X and Corvo. 
However, I don’t think my unawareness of such a small place in such a small state has anything to do with American stupidity. In all fairness the Netherlands is such a tiny country and yet most won’t be able to name all the nearby villages or pin point on a map where such and such a place is or even if it exists.
*takes a bow* So shove it.xD
I suppose nobody would really care about the actual results but to keep it short, I didn’t fair so well. Must build a bigger fan base, neh? ^_^
As for the Armani Design, again, that finishes May 31.
I said it many times but I can never say it enough, thank you to everyone who voted in both the Poster and Armani Design contests. 
I will frequently update how it’s doing.
Other than that, I spent most of the day playing with Evie and Puzzle Quest. Mehe.
Have you ever been with someone you absolutely loved to be with and possibly even loved only to get the cold shoulder? Say it’s going out for a night with the person and this person is coming onto you strongly. Flirting with you relentlessly or dancing with you a certain way. With everything looking up, you find yourself confessing your love for them or something more subtle like trying to ask them out on a next date, they push you away by saying ‘Let’s just be friends.’
My question is: Why?
*steals from Commie* I like quizzes.
My highest is my femininity and my lowest is spontaneity.
But what doesn’t make sense is.. how can I be very open but not trust others very well? O.o
I have recently changed my email address so when I leave a comment, more than likely my comment is waiting moderation. Mehe. Like I would miss out on commenting on your blogs!
In more recent news, we make our way back to Nederland tomorrow. Whee!
Written by Agatha Christie none the less!
So.. Katelynd blog question of the day: “Where has Commie gone?”
Home-made cookies to the one who comes up with the best answer.
Just as Johnny D the bard said… he was big, tall and drunk. With everyone in the room smoking like chimneys, it was hard to smell the booze on his breath. I couldn’t believe my eyes, ‘Christ’s’ cursing put Colin Ferrell to shame. I stood in awe and admiration. The villianous ‘Christ’ was actually my new idol.
Jaimie the Theif and Johnny D the bard left in a hurry. They didn’t say why exactly, but I knew… It was this man who called himself Christ. Each footstep shook the ground and every belting laugh shattered windows. A sat at the barside and talked to Swordsman John.
A local villager handed me a pint and wished me a happy new year. Ninja Alex hopped to and fro to each table talking to stranger ladies, as a Ninja does. Christ then came up to me and asked in a godly, barotone voice,
“And who might you be?”
I said in a proud, dignified voice,
“My name is Katelynd, warrior princess. I was forged in the heat of battle.”
I posed and swung my sword about. With one more belting laugh, the last window shattered.
I then found out his real name was Tony. My eyes grew wide. That was my brother’s name! Though there isn’t a correlation between the two.
We then shook hands and became friends.
The end.
I hate this story.
The Hairy Lemon quickly become boring. As I said, the guarding of the men’s bathroom door became rather futile. Jaimie the Theif made no attempts to help me, and John was taking a pee break every 5 minutes. Ninja Alex came over and handed me a drink. I think that it was poisoned by the bartender! I then began to feel light-headed and very, very… happy. It was unusual for me to even be happy so I walked over to the bartender and punched him in the head. Skillfully, cut of the circulation to his brain with several moves of my signature pinch manuever. Then I just thought it best to undo it all and go back to my drink seeing I wasn’t dead in a matter of minutes.
I gave him a kiss to make up for the mistake and wished him a Happy New Year. Johnny D the bard saw my unusual behavior and explained to me that I was well more than tipsy and that it was nothing to worry about. The five of us left the Hairy Lemon in hopes that we might make it back to Oscars in time to find a girly friend for Theif Jaimie andBard Johnny D. We ran, swerving on and off the road. Leap frogging over men, women and children alike. It was almost the New Year and I was terribly upset (not really) that we hadn’t found ‘Jesus’ yet!
To our dismay, Oscars doors had been shut! Bewildered we were! A burly old man, who I believe was the security guard at the Hairy Lemon laughed hysterically then slammed it’s doors. We hadn’t a place to go! Ninja Alex voted himself to jump buildings ahead to find a place for us to stay. I told him to stay with us as a group, that it would be safer. But Ninja Alex was known to be a bit of a ronin and scouted on ahead. The streets were extremely dangerous at night. With plastic bags, wild bums and devilish prostitutes out on the loose, no one would be safe.
After several minutes, I began to worry what happened to Ninja Alex. I then heard and “oof!” from Bard Johnny D. I saw that Ninja Alex had jumped down on to his shoulders to make a safe landing.
“Away to the Tanners!!” Ninja Alex exclaimed. Theif Jaimie shook his head.
“No way! We’ll never make it there in time! Not with these devilish prositutes and wild bums… and even more fearsome, the wind blown plastic bags!”
Desperate for our next drink, we finally agreed to make haste to leave to this place called the Tanners. Swordsman John made himself comfortable by first using the toliet. He came out, the expression on his face completely relieved. Swordsman John, being my concubine, gave me a kiss that I could hardly feel. At the time, I was overly excited so it was nice all the same. I felt that everyone in the room was my great big family. The countdown was now to 10…9…8…
I tried to remember what a kiss felt like…
7…6…5…
What was Theif Jaimie going on about? His lips were moving but I couldn’t hear much of anything as my world became blurry.
4…3…2…
One? By this time, I had completely forgotten about the villianous Christ and had a shot of Sidekick. It was brilliantly minty. The countdown to the New Year was only 1 second away!
1… Happy New Year!
Twas indeed an happy new Year. I was then bombarded with hugs from my new family. It was more guys than girls giving me the kisses, though. Awe-struck, all I could do was hug. Though I felt I loved everyone in the room, I couldn’t bring myself to kiss anyone, not even my concubine. With a big grin on my face I opened my arms to anyone willing to hug me. Ninja Alex, the well known ronin, even gave me a hug!
After the mess of hugs and kisses, I sat on a stool that Concubine Swordsman John set out for me. Then I saw him…JESUS CHRIST!!! With a red, glittery thorn crown!
to be continued… it was a long night…
Mm kays.
I will now tell you the story of Katelynd and her mighty adventures of New Years Eve. Sit down everyone.
The night was dark but not dark enough. It was about 9:30ish before we set on our adventure. Alex, the heroic kick ass ninja, John , the galliant swordsman and myself, the hot warrior princess, decided it best not to wear our battlesuits. That way, we could fool the evil villian that calls himself Jesus Christ. (You’ll understand if you read on)
I tightened my bootstraps and nodded for Ninja Alex and Swordsman John to run on ahead. Alex turned around and shouted back, ” Holy shite! You better hurry up before Jaimie drinks all the Tia Maria and Vodka!” I honestly don’t know what he was going on about, since I never have had that before in my life. We thought it best to hide out in a pub called The Fleece. As we moved sheep out of our way, John ran into a familiar face… a fearsome face…
His father.
I turned my head away to notice several rowdy men playing pool. Alex put his nunchucks (which I like to call numbchucks) away and John kicked a sheep that stood on his foot. His father had a face that was scarred from battling the bartender and he told us to run on ahead to a pub called the Plough. He had a mate there that had some mercanary work for John. Before things become awfully awkward between us, John stole a fiver from his wallet and we ran like hell.
Kind of disturbed about my encounter with John’s dad, I said nothing. I then unsheathed my sword and commited seppuku. Alex’s Ninja powers were somewhat mystical and he revived me. We then went into the Plough to drain my misery with two Smirnoff Reds. Just as I was about to finish down the second, a peculiar lady came in. Obviously, she had a few too many. She came over to Alex and placed her aged hands over Alex’s “breasts”. She then told me that she would do the same to me, but thought it best not to as my breasts put hers to shame.
From that moment on, Alex was then known as (by her) Mr. Sexy. She asked me several questions, then gave me the words that were elixir to my ears. She said, “Go through life not saying a thing, be beautiful, stick your breasts out, marry a rich man, divorce him for his money, then buy an expensive dog to spend the rest of your life with.” Those words then became as valuable as the Dead Sea Scrolls.
As soon as she left, the bartender, stunned, exclaimed, “Who the f*ck was that?” The only thing that came to mind was, “My thoughts exactly.”
We left after John and Alex had a couple of pints of beer. To make our escape hasty and to dispel the owner from telling the treacherous and proposterious “Jesus Christ” our whereabouts, we mused the owner with riddles of drunken nonsense. We walked outside, the ground seemingly uneven. Before we knew it, we were in a pub called Oscars.
Scouting the area, we saw that we were safe and relaxed. Low and behold, Jaimie, the Tia Maria theif, was there!! I put him in a headlock and asked him to give me his drink before… before… well I can’t remember because it wasn’t that important. He handed me a drink that tasted fruitishly weird. After I finished that, rather slowly, John bought me a triple vodka and a sour apple shot. Alex met one of his battle mates, and for the love of god, I can’t remember his name. We asked Jaimie’s mate Johnny D the bard whereabout “Jesus” was.
Quisitically, he said, “This man you speak of, he is tall, big and drunk. He vanishes in the dark night and becomes nothing more than the fog you walk through. There are times during the day he can be seen in shadows. Myself, I have not seen it. But there are those, the nice and lesser village people that sing ‘YMCA’. They use body language that looks a bit like Y… M and C, A. ”
After a few more minutes of mindless jarble, we got to the conclusion that he didn’t know.
Jaimie the Theif and Johnny D the bard then led us to a place that is suspiciously called ‘The Hairy Lemon’.
As we walked in, we eyed the room to see there wasn’t a ‘Christ’ in sight. However, we found a few more shots of vodka! There were people wall to wall, people that I’ve never seen. I was amazed at how happy everyone was. And how clumsy. I then decided, I thought it best to guard the men’s bathroom door. I saw that drink made me useless as men tripped and jumped over me to get to the bathroom.
Unfortunately, there were no casualities. And no preposterious Jesus.
… to be continued
