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  <title>.||: Prince Keigo :||.</title>
  <subtitle>the diary of a diva</subtitle>
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    <name>跡部景吾 (俺様)</name>
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  <updated>2005-05-19T10:27:17Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:prince_keigo:9016</id>
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    <title>This has got to be a bad dream...</title>
    <published>2005-05-19T10:27:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-19T10:27:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You know when you hear absolute horror stories about a travesty that happened to someone who works with a friend of a friend, and you say 'oh! How dreadfully horrible!' and try very hard to feel sorry as you shake your head and look as if you're pitying them; but really, you're just secretly happy that you're not the one it has happened to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the very worst happened today...something I never thought would befall me, though I have heard of it occurring once or twice to unfortunates gossiped about at luncheons. What you may ask has happened? A most embarrassing, degrading, and downright humiliating scene, that's what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ore-sama's credit card was declined!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And in a public place no less! One that I frequent! Oh, I do not know how such a thing could have developed. Of course everyone was quite kind and tried to tell me it was all right and it must be a mistake and that it happens all the time. OF COURSE IT WAS A MISTAKE!! and things like this do NOT happen all the time to Atobe Keigo. EVER. Thus I called my father, and I called the bank and caused quite an overall commotion in the department store. It seems, and I was told this by the banker for whom it was easy to remain calm and act disdainful, that one of their foreign branches was robbed sometime the night before and that because of this their system has errors and BLAHBLAHBLAH, point being my assets are frozen until next week while they repair their funds transferable! Completely ridiculous. I've been assured my accounts are safely in order and a bank representative even visited the house this evening. It's not fair! It was only my spending account, my father says! At least he had the decency to spare me utter mortification by putting the items I had been currently purchasing on his tab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[An entire week and I cannot even procure lunch for myself?! Damn. This really does suck. I feel almost..vulnerable? What if something happens and I'm stranded without money? I don't even possess any cash. It would probably sound silly to most anyone, but I just don't like having that security taken away. It's going to be a long week.]&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>prince_keigo @ 2005-05-05T13:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-05T18:20:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-05T18:20:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, sweetheart. &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:prince_keigo:6319</id>
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    <title>you know...they make special shampoo.</title>
    <published>2005-01-31T19:50:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-31T19:50:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There seems to be rumor of a case of head lice going around. I will be using my own private showers after practice until whoever is infested has that taken care of. Ore-sama's hair is too nice to take any chances.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:prince_keigo:4890</id>
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    <title>Just a few thoughts on the upcoming season.</title>
    <published>2004-10-24T23:11:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-24T23:11:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Spent the majority of yesterday at the private courts. It's been a while since I've had the time to devote and entire day solely to practice, and it was much needed and much enjoyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've chastised myself for my recent lack of intense training. I can not let my priorities slip and let other things usurp my already scarce time. With winter tournaments fast approaching, there is certainly no time at all to spare in preparation. I expect the rest of the team to put full effort into winter training this year, as we can not afford to idle in the off season. Thus I'm working on some new seasonal training menus that I will hand out after our next meeting, along with a few new schedules I've drawn up. Hopefully that will be helpful even to me, as I'm much more likely to make time for things if they're ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Atobe</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:prince_keigo:4074</id>
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    <title>prince_keigo @ 2004-10-03T10:48:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-03T15:51:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-03T15:51:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The absolutely unimaginable has occurred over the last week. Ore-sama's schedule was sabotaged! ...Or actually I think there was a short in the charging cord for my Palm pilot. HOWEVER! The results were non the less disastrous! I don't see how this could have happened to a master of planning such as myself, outstanding circumstances are at fault, I suppose. I do apologize to those who were inconvenienced by my absence (everyone falls into that category, really) and had to try and function normally without me. I know it must have been difficult, but I commend you. The worst was the call I received from kantoku the other night. He was rather...perturbed. To say the very least. It is very rare that I am ever in the wrong, and I didn't mean to be so snappy with him, but really! It is &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; who keeps &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; on schedule most of the time and I do NOT need a lecture on responsibility! Ah well, I won't get into it here &lt;s&gt;as I know he probably reads this&lt;/s&gt;, but it was a bit upsetting. Things are fixed now, and I have certainly returned to my usual well-timed day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a MUCH happier note, I'm sure you are all aware that tomorrow is October 4th, the vastly celebrated date of Ore-sama's birth. In order to avoid the commotion they suffered last year, it seems my fanclub has released an official list of things to get me. I should say that I don't personally endorse or sponsor such pointless doings. Of course I am flattered by the affections I receive, but it's a rather unnecessary measure. The people that give you the best gifts should know you well enough not to have need of consulting a list anyway. Or so I am prone to think. Then again, having so many aficionados nullifies that point, since it would be impossible to know them all personally anyway. But now I'm just musing aloud, so I should probably go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Atobe</content>
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    <title>Such is the busy life of Ore-sama!</title>
    <published>2004-09-14T13:41:00Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-14T13:41:00Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Oh. The week I have had! Its been a wonderful week for tennis, but really, that's about all. Last semester I was given special permission to take a few college level courses this term; since I already tested well above the junior high level. Of course I'm doing well, as studying comes naturally to Ore-sama and I would never settle for anything less than the highest marks, I'm afraid my free time has been cut to almost zero. I know that ordinary people would not be able to function at all on the schedule that I keep, but then, they aren't Atobe Keigo. Anyway, I was asked by one of my instructors yesterday if I would be interested in tutoring students after school. There was much approbation to follow, but really, I simply had to turn him down. I just do not have the time (not to mention will) to hand feed every student with a lower average (which is pretty much everyone). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the freshman I usually tip to pick up my mail at the student centre has been ill lately, and I had to actually go down there myself. I usually avoid this at all costs, as I get bombarded by screaming girls. However, the ordeal was rather uneventful (as people do not seem to recognize me in a hat for some reason?) and I retrieved my mail without problem. Or, so I thought until I went through the mail! That charity that showed up at my house a few weeks ago? Apparently they are completely insane and have been trying to reach me for weeks. Something about turning against me for not supporting their cause? Quite honestly I read the letters and I'm still not sure what their cause IS! I have never seen so many notices, most quite rude! They say they've been to the dorm? I wonder when that was, and if Jirou knew of it? I'm really past the point of caring however, and have decided to take the weight off of my own mind and pass it on to one of my lawyers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I have exactly 8.32 minutes before I am late for class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Atobe</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:prince_keigo:3152</id>
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    <title>Oh, the pain the kind hearted must endure!</title>
    <published>2004-08-30T04:35:02Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-30T04:38:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Never. In all of my fabulous life have I been as insulted as I was this afternoon. Do they not realize who I AM? The sheer &lt;b&gt;nerve&lt;/b&gt; of some people! ...Alright. I am going to calm down and recount the ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending the afternoon at the house, my parents were gone and I was using the time to do some quiet meditation and get a bit of recreational reading done. Well, as soon as I am settled, I get called out of the bath by one of the servants. Of course I was not happy to be interrupted, and before I could scold the girl, I was redirected to the front door. To my complete surprise, I find some gauche moron from some obscure charity on my doorstep demanding to see me. After several minutes of invectives, he finally arrives at his point, which is apparently to accuse Atobe Keigo of bouncing a cheque for a considerable amount to whatever benefit he represents! Can you even &lt;i&gt;imagine&lt;/i&gt;, dear reader? The very thought! Rapacious bastards. All of this over a donation; Something not required, but voluntarily given out of the kindness of my own heart. I do not HAVE to give them anything, and you would think they should be grateful for the vast amounts I CHOOSE to donate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, due to Ore-sama's innate charm, the situation was resolved smoothly and the man was on his way. The entire affair left me quite unsettled however, and I will definitely be leaving word of this to my father. I simply can not comprehend how the obvious mistake was made. Most likely an error by some fool at the bank. The upset is not about the money really, but rather a matter of reputation. I will certainly see it righted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you now see the extent of my suffering today. My mood is completely spoiled, and I'm sure to be getting a call from Father tonight. Lovely.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:prince_keigo:2720</id>
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    <title>prince_keigo @ 2004-07-21T08:45:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-21T13:58:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-21T13:58:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">One really can not continue in a stressful enviornment for very long without it beginning to take its toll. Lately I have really been quite on edge for various reasons, and feel that it is about time I take a bit of a hiatus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to spend the remainder of the week relaxing at the spa resort that my mother frequents. They give amazing facials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Atobe</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:prince_keigo:2052</id>
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    <title>Someone is going to pay very dearly.</title>
    <published>2004-07-19T14:54:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-19T14:56:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Upon going to set up the courts before practice early this morning, I was quite surprised to discover our nets have been oh-so-carefully muraled and now depict quite a scene featuring various creatures. Even though the frogs are especially well rendered, I find the monkey wearing a crown a bit juvenile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I catch our little "artist", he is going to scrub our courts for the rest of the year. That is IF he survives being caught by Ore-sama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you did this and you are going to pay accordingly; so you might as well confess and start apologizing, as it will surely take a lot of begging and negotiation to convince me not to KILL you. (and even then there will be no promises.)</content>
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    <title>This was REALLY not my day.</title>
    <published>2004-07-14T23:29:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-14T23:29:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">WHY does this keep happening to me?! I really do not get the appreciation I deserve. Yes, it was by my god like persuading powers on both accounts that allowed certain people to even be &lt;i&gt;attending&lt;/i&gt; school right now, but why is it always me that ends up sharing MY living space? Its not fair. I think I have been past charitable to even lend my incredibly valuable time and effort in the first place. How much I sacrifice for you people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend two and a half hours in phone conversation with Kantoku tonight and could not convince him that this was not the best arrangement. Apparently the terms requested specifically by Jirou's parents include him being under my watch (I knew I shouldn't have made such a display of impressing them before). I'm now responsible for making sure he stays on task all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Where is Kabaji? And Shishido? I had better not get stuck moving these boxes to Jirou's room &lt;i&gt;myself&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's going to be awkward living with him again...</content>
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    <title>prince_keigo @ 2004-07-09T14:42:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-09T20:37:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-09T20:40:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Met with Kantoku today. Mostly we discussed the recent decline in club enthusiasm. It is slight now, but potentially a real problem. Not that Hyotei isn't as strong (or even stronger) than ever, but everyone seems a bit distracted as of late. Part of the worry is that it's not even a conscious err on anyone's part; but it has been evident in lack of focus during practice, or even (unthinkable!) missing practice all together. I as Buchou will certainly not tolerate such dereliction and although I'm doing all in my (admitably wide) power to remedy the situation, it has been very draining. I know that it goes without saying that Hyotei does not suffer losers, and to remain a part of such a team requires one put forth effort of one-hundred and ten percent all the time. Anything else is simply unacceptable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I just have to finish tweaking the new training menu. Maybe I will do that later tonight though, as I am rather tired. I think if I got headaches (which of course, I do not), I would be having one now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[I also spoke with Kantoku about your situation. Expect a call from him tonight.]</content>
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    <title>I have had a horrible day.</title>
    <published>2004-07-01T23:03:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-01T23:10:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My practice was rained out &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. I of course know how to take full advantage of our indoor training facilities, but there's only so much one can do without serious time on the outdoor courts. On top of that, the last hour of my night has been spent combing silly string out of my hair. Not only has several hours of my precious time been squandered tonight, but I'm almost out of my favorite imported shampoo. Sengoku will pay dearly for his vagary antics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was informed earlier this week by Shishido that he is to be my doubles partner for the upcoming charity tournament. I am not certain how the pairing came about; I suppose however annoying, it is also convenient. I also admit to being slightly relieved at being paired with a Hyotei regular. At least we are familiar with each other's play styles and I won't have to waste any of my own practice time working with some random body possibly even in need of instruction. I will make sure we have at least one practice together before the tournament though, as I'm sure Shishido will need it. He is not as skilled at being able to immediately adapt to another player as I obviously am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Atobe</content>
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    <title>I have returned!</title>
    <published>2004-06-23T19:19:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-23T19:23:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ore-sama here, back from a brief hiatus. I apologize dear readers, for my absence; it was exceedingly cruel of me to deprive everyone from hearing about my various exploits over the past month. As you have no doubt noticed, I have changed journals yet again. I do not feel the need to explain my reasons for doing such, but I &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; say that I wanted to make a fresh start and put some things behind me that I no longer wish to think on. Plus, I firmly believe that retaining mystique is very important, as is keeping one step ahead of the fangirls! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent news, I received an invitation from the Camilia Hills Country Club last week requesting my participation in some sort of charity tournament. I initially opted to ignore the invite, as I get so very many and can not be expected to deign every benefaction with my superior presence. My mind was changed for me however, when my mother called last night inquiring about the event, as it seems she was also informed of it(being a major patron of the club) and insists that I participate. Primarily because it will give her an excuse to appear at the charity ball, (I doubt she will even show up, knowing her it is only so that she can reply to her friends in the affirmative and add it to her social tally for the season). So it seems I will in fact be playing, but I have yet to be informed of who my partner will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it is an inconvenience to have an unexpected event added to my agenda, it does make for a good excuse to go shopping (not that I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; need one, but still). I have decided to hire on a personal shopper for the season to do the extra that I don't do myself. I'm sure that will get Kabaji's approbation since it will save him from doing it. A professional shopper will probably have better taste anyway. ...not that his were really &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; that bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as much as I'd love to perorate here all day, I have to stay on schedule. I shall write again later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Atobe</content>
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