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☆ Wolfram Von Bielefeld ☆ — Sun, 21 Jun 2009 05:34:36 -0000

My stuff

☆ Wolfram Von Bielefeld ☆ — Tue, 28 Apr 2009 01:01:24 -0000

Click on the eggs to help them grow into beautiful dragons!!!

Click on the pic below to join Heaven of yaoi IF you're a fan of Yaoi.

Mitsuki Saiga's Fans group

Love love group

Chinese New Year fireworks In Sibu

☆ Wolfram Von Bielefeld ☆ — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 11:03:26 -0000

Kyou Kara Maou season 4

☆ Wolfram Von Bielefeld ☆ — Thu, 12 Feb 2009 12:49:53 -0000

Kyou kara Maou Season 3 is coming to an end soon. Personally, I don't think they do a great job in S3, since I wished for more Yuuram moments. So, here's the chance. I discovered from LJ that a site is set up to collect people's signatures from around the world to support season 4 KKm to be out.

Do you want a season 4? Please save our Shin Makoku.

click on the pic to go to the site.

The following notes are taken directly from here
Please Note The site is in Japanese. This was done because the producers are... japanese and the main focus of a fourth season would be to sell it in japan first. The main description is translated below the banner and the other info is as follows:

Name:[ ]
Comment:[ ]
Email:[ ]

ALSO please be sure to confirm your signature. We are having tiny problems with the script so some of it might come up as weird characters.

You are allowed to write in english!

Burning Heart by 斎賀みつきMitsuki Saiga

☆ Wolfram Von Bielefeld ☆ — Thu, 22 Jan 2009 02:01:49 -0000

planetarium kkm

☆ Wolfram Von Bielefeld ☆ — Tue, 15 Jul 2008 04:38:06 -0000

Youki by Yoshikawa Youichirou

☆ Wolfram Von Bielefeld ☆ — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 04:19:05 -0000

yuuram 2

☆ Wolfram Von Bielefeld ☆ — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 04:11:03 -0000

it hurts me too..

☆ Wolfram Von Bielefeld ☆ — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 04:01:32 -0000

Rage and Sad.

☆ Wolfram Von Bielefeld ☆ — Mon, 30 Jun 2008 14:33:20 -0000

“Pickpocket! Pickpocket! Catch him!!”
Ever seen someone shouting like this before? How did you feel? Nothing, because it’s none of your business? Worried of that person who was snatched? Or…?
For me, it was nothing. I was watching this person, jumping up and down. I clearly remembered him, pushing himself out from the crowd, out from the train, searching through his pockets frantically, and shouting after someone; whoever it was, pickpocket. I was wondering, ‘what was all that about?’ when I saw the next thing happened. The other man beside me harshly snatched a visible mobile phone from another man’s hand. He shouted and cursed after that thief, yelping about how he dared to snatch the cell phone from him.
Somewhere inside my mind, things started to click. The pickpocket, shouting, panicking, everything inadvertently made me reached for my own trouser’s pocket, where I had kept my hand phone there. But there is none. NONE! All that remained was the ticket. Panic start to rush all over me and I could feel something ugly awoke inside me as I rushed out the KTM train. I don’t know what I was doing, nor did I aware that my mother was still inside the KTM as the train closed the door behind me. Because all I was doing was rushing, running, towards the stairs where people had started walking up the stairs. I saw the man who was shouting for pickpocket, was standing there and pointing upwards to two men who tried to make themselves look as innocent as possible.
I knew, everyone was watching me, I knew, I wasn’t myself. I yelped at my highest and loudest pitch. I heard myself screaming and shouting after those men which one of them did it. I didn’t know who I was supposed to shout at. I really didn’t know. I just shouted, as if the person who did it will turn back, and returned my hand phone to me. That’s impossible, right?
I didn’t care that every eyes were watching me, I didn’t care people were looking at me like some kind of mad woman. But as realization sank into my mind when my voice was getting hoarse, my heart sank. It was impossible to catch the thief. With all these confusions they caused, the train had gone, the people going in and out from the train and I didn’t even recognize who stole it. And when??
I saw my mother ran out and rushed towards the men, and started questioning them. I felt really detached from the situation. This is definitely not happening… was all I thought.
But hell, it was real. It is. My cell phone was gone, and they could do nothing to retrieve it. I was lucky enough that only my cell phone was gone, for the man who had shouted pickpocket, his wallet was stolen. I mean, who wouldn’t panic? With his ID and credit cards, moneys, even thousands of money will be stolen out from their bank account if they didn’t stop it in time.
And I was thinking… why me? Why is it always me?
This is the second time, I lost my hand phone but the first one was even more devastating. I lost it and I knew who that thief was, yet I was unable to voice it out. And it had left me great deep scars. A painful and unforgettable scar, even know, when I thought of it, my fist will still clench.
A room mate who I trusted really much, who I wouldn’t give any doubts about her, stole it. I could still remember that day as vividly as if they just happened yesterday. We headed for our apartment that evening, she said something about catching up with me later since she wanted to meet her friends, so I left first. I took my bath, and accidentally left the door unlocked and my hand phone outside the bathroom. Usually, I would lock the master bedroom door so that no one could enter the room when I’m bathing, but luck just didn’t seem to follow me that day. When I was out, I searched frantically all over the house for it, waking up my housemates. At that time, only three out of five were at home. That roommate wasn’t back yet.
We searched everywhere, there was none. I reported it to the admin of the college accommodation. I was still having the sense of detachment from the situation, thinking the same thing as I had thought, ‘This is not happening to me…’
The worst things are yet to happen. That girl came back, looking as innocent as possible, and there was another room mate of mine who wasn’t back yet. That girl, B, used this moment, and started to voice out her suspicions about that my other roommate, C. B said that she had lost her money once in a few weeks, and for me?? Hey!! I had lost even bigger amount than hers. And while she voiced out her suspicions, my suspicions for C increased because when C came back, she didn’t look as worried and concerned as my other four housemates.
And hell… I was crying that day, I lost the contacts and hand phone, I couldn’t freaking believe it.
And after that day, I remembered just a few days after that, B started to do her hair rebond, buy expensive clothes. I couldn’t forgive myself for being that innocent about her source of money when I thought of it now. And as days went by, I was suddenly really aware that my money had gone missing without reasons. She was still secretly telling me that C must had done it.
Guess what? Hell broke loose. That day, I lost my money again when I checked my pulse. I was damn angry, because I locked my locket. But that day, again! I only left it open for about ten to fifteen minutes. B did go in to take something, which I didn’t know. C went in to take bath and locked the door. I was already quite eager and panic because of the lock. I vaguely remembered B slamming the door, asking her to open up because she was in need of something… Hell… she was soo faked!
After I went in to check, my doubt and fear was confirmed. B checked hers as well, (FAKED!!!) she told me, her RM10 was gone too. And I lose it. I lose control of my temper.
I asked C whether if she took our money or not, right in front of all my housemates.
I should have realized that B was making me to divert my attention to C. She was trying to make herself sounds like the victim by making up all those lies, how clever she was!
And C had refused to talk with us ever since. I was quite upset about it… but it didn’t really decrease my guilt since my doubts for her was not yet erased. Until…
Until another housemate of mine lost her money.
This time, only this time! The twins (who were my housemates) told me about the story. Only after they themselves was involved! They said B was famous for stealing back in high school. I was taking these words in disbelief. Why did they only tell me now? After all these time, my handphone stolen, my money disappearing, and me blaming it on another girl, why did they never mention about these things? I was furious… But all the damage was done.
C moved out of the apartment, and she did not forgive me for what I had done. Guilt was eating me alive, even now.
There was nothing that I could do. I could not turn B in since I don’t have prove. I moved out from the apartment as well.
All these… still serve as a reminder for me. Never trusted people too easily. Never get to your conclusions before you confirmed it. Never let your emotions that the best of you.
And second lessons,
Be aware of pickpocket! You never knew when you’ll be targeted!