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  <title>Angel of Death</title>
  <subtitle>//i-hold-your-souls-in-my-hands//</subtitle>
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    <name>angelica rochieken</name>
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  <updated>2005-10-18T15:12:00Z</updated>
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    <title>Uhm.. I am alive, and with Royai in my mind :P</title>
    <published>2005-10-18T15:12:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-18T15:12:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ahaha... bukas na lang XD</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rochieken:1144</id>
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    <title>Keiko's New Boyfriend ?!?!?!?!?! o.o!!!!!!!!!!!</title>
    <published>2005-06-23T07:09:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-23T07:09:31Z</updated>
    <category term="yu yu hakusho"/>
    <lj:music>Behind These Hazel Eyes || Kelly Clarkson</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;"Hey Angelica, how'd the PTD go for you?" Kurama asked,
er, surprised me by asking me that question while tossing a -rather-
breakable vase to me. "That's for you. I dunno who its from, though."&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"That's a weird gift from a secret admirer. Prolly knows how attatched you are to breakable things." Hiei snorted.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Shuddup, half pint." I said rather irritated. "A vase? It is weird." I
said, staring at the porcelain vase. It looks like all the vases in my
mother's house. Those vases with spirits living inside them, and when
you do (DON'T!) break the vase, the spirits are released and curse you
bad things. Weird vases really.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Hahahaha." Kurama laughed. "So?"&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"It went okay. My grandfather totally had a go at me, and told me
about...erm... nevermind." I said rolling my eyes. It wasn't important.
Besides, I really don't give a damn about what he says at me.
Gwahohohoho. "By the way, where's Keiko? I need to ask her sometinng."&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"not a good topic, Angelica." Kurama glared at me, and then whispered, "Keiko broke up with him, awhile ago."&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"BLOODY HELL!" I said, in the most English-y accent i ever produced,
and accidentally dropped the vase on the floor. It was smashed into
smitherins, normally I'd freak out. But as i said earlier, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLOODY HELL&lt;/span&gt;!
That was fast. Seriously. Yesterday, Keiko was screaming his name on
the top of her lungs and dragging him to the mall or something, and
now, they broke up!!! "You're kidding... right?" I asked, hoping this
was one of their sick jokes. Ugh. Men.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Nah. Yusuke has been silent for hours now. I think he's still
processing the fact that he was dumped." Hiei laughed as if Yusuke
wasn't his friend. Just you wait, Hiei, it'd be our turn to laugh at
you when you find out that your sister already has a relationship with
Mr. Monkeykins (Kuwabara)&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Oh." I said, staring blankly at the broken vase, not even minding to sweep the broken pieces.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Hey." A faint voice greeed the three of us. "What happened? You purposely broke that?" He said, pointing at the vase.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"We played a game. Its called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Break The Vase.&lt;/span&gt;"
Kurama smiled. "Smooth. Very smooth." I laughed at him. Seriously, for
someone known to be smooth, cool and calm, that was one pretty lame
excuse.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Right." Yusuke nodded.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"So.... who's this new guy." I asked, smiling sweetly and beamig
innocently. Kurama and Hiei stared at me, as if I was some crazed
lunatic who doesn't give a damn about what my friends think or feel.
Honestly, i really can't give a damn.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Tsk. You'd be enraged if you knew who." Yusuke smirked.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Really? Have you forgotten I was the number one person anti your
relationship? How could I be enraged if she happens to see the light
away from you." I said, sarcastically. Seiously, what is with the
wallowing? The only person I know who wallows around here.. well... is
me!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"See for yourself." Yusuke grunted and pointed at a couple who was walking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-closely-&lt;/span&gt;
together. I tried my best to see who was that guy walking with Keiko,
but he was looking sideways at her. So its kind of hard to see. "Be
ready to have the shock of your lifetime."&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"I alrady had the shock of my lifetime, thank you very much." I smiled sarcastically.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Angelica! There you are!!! I have been looking for you!" Keiko smiled,
and perkily hugged me. She was happy. I can tell. Mwahaha. I wonder who
this guy was. Even Kurama and Hie looked irritated. "So..."&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Meet. Arkana." Keiko smiled.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"You're kidding." I stared blankly at her.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"No." Keiko smiled as Arkana smiled at me. "Ahh... you're highness-"&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Don't your highness me." I glared at him, pointing my sword and ready
to cut his throat. "Keiko. You really have a weird taste for guys. I
would rather see you with this lazy bum beside me (Yusuke) than with a
serial killer who...well.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KILLS!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Ah, but you're-"&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"I said: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't your highness me!&lt;/span&gt;"
I tried my best, not to kill him, right here, right now for my friend's
sake. "I know. I kill people. But I'm not like you who kills innocents."&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"I fear I don't know what you are talking about." Arkana smiled innocently.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"That is not what you should be fearing, murderer." I glared at him. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Is that a threat?" He smiled sheepishly.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Go to the Court Hall tonight at midnight and you'll see." I smirked.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COURT HALL?!&lt;/span&gt;" Hiei and Kurama chorused. "You're kidding." Kurama laughed. "You're putting him on trial, just because he killed a servant?"&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"What?" Keiko, looking confused, asked.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;"Its nothing." I said. Trying my best not to look at Keiko. Oh
this is just good. I am ruining my friend's love life. I am soooo
great. "Let's have dinner."&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
- To Be Continued -&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rochieken:1014</id>
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    <title>Asking For The Impossible</title>
    <published>2005-06-22T16:49:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-22T16:49:14Z</updated>
    <category term="mwahaha."/>
    <lj:music>Liwanag Sa Dilim || Rivermaya</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;*sigh*&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
It has been one whole day after the whole PTD thing. And as usual, my
grandfather's pretty upset at me because some of my grades had slipped
down a bit. Well, it surely isn't everyday you get missions that could
make you lose your life and all you worry about is your school ranking?
Well, I guess for&amp;nbsp; a King or and Emperor, or whatever it is his
title is, being number one counts. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;could be&lt;/span&gt;
number on, of course I could. I could if he asks King Yama to stop
badgering me with missions to kill people or to save his stupid hiney
from some cazy gunman who happens to hate him because he slept with his
daughter/wife or sister or something.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Hmm... I wonder how many sisters/brothers i have at the moment. *twitch* *shudder*&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Don't even want to think about that.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Angelica, I know you're busy with that stuff your father-"&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"He's not my father." I cut him off snobbishly. Well, he is in a rather
legal way, but I don't want him to be. Nor be his daughter. Its not my
fault my mother made out with him, thus producing me, the illegitimate
on both sides offspring.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Look. I know you really don't like him-"&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"I don't." I said, cutting him off again.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Angelica." My mother glared at him. I guess its kind off rude to cut
off at people when they are talking, but i am so sick of this bullshit.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Look. Tell him that you need to study." My grandfather sighed.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"You tell him." I said shortly.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"What?" He looked at me with a rather confused tone.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"He's not going to listen to me." I smirked. "Besides, the reason I do
my job quickly is because I want to go back to studying quickly."&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"I know. That's why you have got to tell him that you need some time
off." He sighed impatiently. "Besides, do you really think that what
you are doing right now is helping you?"&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Yeah. I get to excercise." I said sarcastically. "I don't get to end up like my sister who takes pill just so she can be thin."&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"So risking your life and excercising is the same now?" He shot back at me.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Yes." I said shortly. "Why?"&lt;br&gt;
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rochieken:710</id>
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    <title>Parent-Teacher Day</title>
    <published>2005-06-17T09:10:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-17T09:10:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>It's really silent here v.v</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;(yu yu hakusho is a copyright of all its owners and the
person who drew the manga. i am so sorry to have forgotten your name,
sir, i am ashamed as a fan.)&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"U-RA-ME-SHI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
It was only 3 in the afternoon but you could definitely hear Keiko
screaming her lungs out. "I wonder why." I asked myself. Well, of
course the whole screaming thing was pretty normal, but it usually
started when we were already at the Kasane shrine, and geez, we're
still in a facility this know-it-all adults call "school". But that was
a pretty stupid question as a rather large streamer paraded its way in
front of my existence&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parent-Teacher Day&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;Sounds familiar. Of course I know what a PTD is! Its just, i
feel i made some kind of commitment today, and that if i didn't comit
with that commitment i might be in trouble. Trouble. Now, what kind of
trouble do i normally get into, all the time? Hmmm... oh you know,
those really boring kind of trouble (i.e risking my arse to save some
stupid person i don't even know existed, retrieving som stolen goods
from King Enma's palace... you know, those not-so-lethal kind of stunts
i do everyday). &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Triing-triiiing.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Angelica, you better answer that." Someone said, in a very random
fashion. So random that you would want to kill that person who said
that. "Oh... Its just you." I said, looking back at Mr. Random.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Aren't you going to call your brother? Today &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; PTD." He smiled. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Nah... he's got this appointment regarding his daughter's mental
problem." I sighed. "Not my fault really. I mean, seeing your mother
nearly killed and you know, raped right in front of your eyes. That's
pretty lethal."&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"How lethal?" Taisen asked.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Lethal as in being chained to a wall, eloctrocuted, splashed with
water, and electrocuted some more." I said in this casual voice.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;"But you survived that." Ohohoh, Taisen sure is enjoying this.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"My niece and I are two different persons." I said, glaringly.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Okay, how about your mother?" Taisen asked, going back to our topic.
"You know, why can't you just ask your father to come down here and do
his father-ly thing."&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"First of all, oh great Taisen, he does not have a fatherly thing. And
I assure you, that I will kill myself once he dares to show his
father-ly thing. And second, who is this father of which you speak?" I
laughed. Father, schmather, i'd rather have my grandfather go here and
lecture me afterwards about how un-Rochieken-ly i am becoming. Well
newsflash dear grandfather, i am only half Rochieken considering the
fact that i am neither a legal child of my father nor mother. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Aren't you going to answer your phone, at all?" He asked me.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Oh." I blinked innocently. Stupid phone. Why must you ring, anyways?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Angelica." Said this very annoyed man with a deep voice. I pulled the
phone away from me to see whose number it was, and boy am I dead.
"Er... hey."&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Don't hey me, young lady." The man said gruffily. "I'm at your school
right now, currently basking at your grades. So drag yourself here in
the principal's office before I drag you myself."&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I never knew this was the new way of speaking to your grandfather. Hah.
This is cool. "Er... yeah. Sure, I'll go drag myself back there, right
now." I said trying not to laugh. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"You're so lucky your father's father-ly instinct still hasn't kicked
in, or he would be in your every play etc, etc." Taisen laughed.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"You know. For a bodyguard, you're pretty talkative. Care to shut up?" &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Sorry." He said as he again hid within the shadows, just like he should be doing.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rochieken:256</id>
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    <title>another day full of weirdness</title>
    <published>2005-06-15T12:13:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-15T12:13:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;don't you think its weird?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
i mean, i'm supposed to be a princess (well, i am, its just that i'm
the heir to the throne of a really, really, really, boring place -- the
land of the dead), i'm supposed to be the luckiest girl on the
planet..erm.. yeah. whatever.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
oh well. at least i have my fiance to cheer me up.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
...&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
...&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
...&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
oh puh-lease. who the hell am i kidding? my fiance is a sick, perverted
and a really, really disgusting, sex-craved male filled with
testosterone. seriously. last night he wanted us to go in bed... and i
threatened him that i would cut his main souce of being proud as a men
into tiny pieces just like a hotdog if he doesn't get his filthy paws
off of me.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
thank goodness he did.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
i don't want to risk my brother's relationship with his planet (i must
explain later.), which was a bit shaky before due to misunderstanding,
just because i cut one of the prince's genitalia like a..erm... ugh....
nevermind.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
but then again... i cannot believe that he was a great
conversationalist. i mean, we danced in the ball together just so we
could kill those nasty rumors that we aren't going to be married. (long
family history.) but then again. i don't want to be stucked with
someone, no matter how much i love that person. not that i have
feelings for the said pervert. but seriously. i love being free.
freedom rules! okay, where was i? oh yeah.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
he's a great converstaionalist. i mean, we were dancing and all, and he
asked me whether i liked the moon. and then boom. he finally saw the me
only my 'friends' see. as in, the calm and silent me. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
*sighs*&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
and then there's ralph.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Hey Angelica!" Ralph called me as I tried to walk like a presentable
Lady General in this really fluffy ruffle dress. Although its a bit
long and not my type, i happen to like this dress. I feel womanly in
this dress. Anyway. Not the point. "I need to ask you a question."&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Erm...sure...ask away?" I blinked innocently, wondering what my
ex-fiance(family. blame them.)/friend/heir to the throne of Black Star.
The planet in which my fiance is staying. Technically, Ralph and him
are brothers, but since they have different mothers, you can call them
stepbrothers. But for stephbrothers, they are really close. They even
tell each other how many..ugh... not going there. Ew. G-R-O-S-S&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Are you falling for my brother?" He asked in an unusually high-pitched and perky voice.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I stop looking at the portraits in the hall. "What? No."&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"Oh. Okay." He said &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
TBC&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
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