I don't think one can lose weight at the shoulders.... but then again, I'm no expert :P
If you do find a way, be sure to tell me..

are you still feeling under the weather? *promptly dresses up Integra as a maid.... and gets shot by Integra*
reins - *bleeds*

heheheeh, I posted my report on MiyukiCon over at my place. Read for the nutty details...
anyway, yes Mask won! Twice since she also won for Best Group as well..

We're sorry that we couldn't contact you before we leave. We went to Orchard again in the morning for last minute shopping and came back to the hotel and quickly rush out. The hotel was comfortable although Zhin said it was dodgy -_- Hahahahaah! The staff was very helpful, nyaaa...
I don't think we left everything behind but we did leave Leareth's gift for you at the counter.

oh yeah, we noticed there was a karaoke lounge beside the hotel named Christobel Lounge. Coincidence?

Of course I'm turning into a drinker... no thanks to the influences of a certain Mrs Read-to-be...
Clow = Am I engaged? To her?
Integra = I always thought you were her manservant or something....
Clow = I am not! ..... Maybe I am.. I feel so used!!! *cries*

Hehehe, I always get that myself after drinking liquor.... so sleeepy... zzzzzzz

Holy bambozzles....

I just accidently found the yaoi section for this un-updated Jap OP fansite... and.... oh my virgin eyes! *_* Now I can't sleep for fear of seeing them really naughty images in my head when I close my eyes. Ark, I've done a bad thing indeed....

hehehehe, my letter to Santa^^
Dear Santa,

I have been a good girl.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Zoro's Christmas party. It was Luffy who spiked the punch with too much Tequila. I can't help it if I drank 56 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like fruity.

I thought it was funny when I put Sanji's sweater on my head and danced the Funky Chicken on the stool while singing `Mysterious Ways'. I didn't mean to break Zoro's PDA and don't know why Zoro would sue me for grand theft auto.

I don't remember calling Usopp's wife a measly cow---even though she looked like one with black eye shadow and blue lipstick!

And when I threw up on Ms All Sunday's husband's hand, it was only because I ate too much of that banana sundae.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my SUV through my neighbor's kitchen. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a pale cat and have me arrested for aiding and abetting a criminal felon!

So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all fluffy and cute. And I'm really not to blame for any of this unspeakably demented stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!

Sincerely and rapidly yours,
Reinselft (Really a nice girl!)

P.S. It's only 5656169 bucks!