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(Metropolis)

[20 Jun 2006|05:32pm]
[ mood | calm ]

Well, it's been so long since I updated this thing. Just thought I might shout out to the world that I'm very much alive.

Brooklyn's very much alive as well. He's been great and mostly cooperative, and I brought him to go iceskating today. I just hope we'd be able to do that again some time.

Ki-chan thinks I've become softer, and more approachable. I'm still the same old me. =.="

And yeah, I met this wierd guy who insisted that we knew each other. And that we messed around. Whatever that meant. I don't even remember his name anymore.

Anyway, time for me to move and make sure that Brooklyn's been taking his medicine.

(Metropolis)

[15 Jun 2006|09:53am]
Fourth day:

A crystal statuette of an angel taking flight with a dove. Recording of King's singing. And a letter.

Letter reads:


To my only light in this dark world,

Nothing is going the way it should
I hastily subdue these feelings of impatience
All this anxiety and nervousness is sending my heart into disorder
Just a boy hugging his knees in the midst of it all

Shivering and in tears, I repress all my regret
I cried all night, but now it seems dawn is breaking...

So, undoubtedly you're right
Even though right now I may try to turn back
And I keep on being stubborn about it, though I know it's monotonous
I'll start walking again, this time even farther, and I won't give up

If I could get just one more chance...

I'll keep it all locked away in my heart
Until my dreams come true...

I surrendered myself to a dismal emptiness
in the most critical of times
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't quite reach
Aiming for the shore
I had to swim for my life

Withstanding the current, I can't even raise my voice
It could have been the end right there, but...

I don't think that love can save everything,
but there's something about your smile
that somehow healed my heart, and in your lips
I found the strength to stand up again

If only I could get just one more chance...

The flow of the river is intense even today
But I won't let go of your hand
I'll believe in the love that's in my heart forever
Until my dreams come true...

I don't think that love can save everything,
but there's something about your smile
that somehow healed my heart, and in your lips
I found the strength to stand up again

So, undoubtedly you're right
Even though right now I may try to turn back
And I keep on being stubborn about it, though I know it's monotonous
I'll start walking again, this time even farther, and this time I won't give up

If only I could get just one more chance...

The flow of the river is intense even today
But I won't let go of your hand
I'll believe in the love that's in my heart forever
Until my dreams come true...


Just one more chance, lovely angel. Please, forgive me and accept my love for you.

-Your Unworthy Worshipper

ooc:
Italised part of letter is the translation to Tatsuya Ishii's River~

(Metropolis)

[14 Jun 2006|09:01am]
Third Day:

A musical box, another recording of King's singing and a letter outside Brooklyn's room.

Letter reads:


To the most lovely angel,

My first treasure,
I have come to love you as much as this.
My strong, and yet weak heart,
Sometimes grows lonesome.

When you smile,
That's all it takes for me to be happy,
And all is rewarded.

On days when my head hangs low,
All I can see from here is the ground,
But now, I am looking up at the sky.

When you turn your back and you don't know what to do,
I'd like to call out to you.

And when your shoulders are soaking from the pouring rain,
I'd like to embrace you.

For always and whenever,
You don't have to be looking for me,
I would know you any day.

It's not a mighty power that unlocks the heart,
It's the true emotions that you feel.


You are the dancing heavenly figure in the musical box, my saviour, my light at the end of the dark tunnel.

I love you, please forgive me, beautiful angel. Please accept my heart.

-Your Unworthy Worshipper

ooc:
Again, the italised part of the letter are the translation to King's song, Serenade by Ritsuko Okazaki.

(Metropolis)

[13 Jun 2006|09:11am]
Second day:

A garnet ring, a recording of King's singing and a letter outside Brooklyn's room.

Letter reads:


To the beautiful angel,

If you haven’t changed your mind
Then I want you by my side Tonight

I’m so tired of always having to bluff
Everytime I think about you baby, I feel so young
If I could just tell you I miss you
It’s so hard to say I’m sorry

You see, I want to sing this song, not for just anyone
but just for you
An ENDLESS STORY that keeps on shining
Always, I wanna show you, forever and ever

Memories of our time together
this way, they don’t go away

Once I knew that the warmth between us had disappeared,
gentle tears started to spread over my chest
This is not where it ends, I’m missing you
please don’t let go of my hand

You see, I wish I could sing this song, just for you
just one more time
An ENDLESS STORY of undying love
tell me why, please tell me, forever and ever

You see, I want to sing this song, not for just anyone
but just for you
An ENDLESS STORY that keeps on shining
Always, I wanna show you, forever and ever

You see, I wish I could sing this song, just for you
just one more time
An ENDLESS STORY of undying love
tell me why, please tell me, forever and ever


Let the garnet guide you through the murkiness and the uncertainty of the night. Let it protect you from nightmares. Let me protect you from hurt and give you the happiness that you need.

Please forgive me, great angel. Please accept my love for you.

-Your Unworthy Worshipper

ooc: The italised part of King's letter are the lyrics to the song he recorded for Brooklyn. It's the translation of Yuna Ito's Endless Story.
King's singing is good, by the way. XP;;

(Metropolis)

[12 Jun 2006|01:04pm]
First day:

Outside Brooklyn's room, there's a thin parcel containing a letter and an aquamarine-studded diamond necklace.

The letter reads:


To the sweetest angel,

The aquamarine represents your intelligence, your courage, and the diamond, your innocence and your protection from evils.

I can never live without you.

Please forgive me, beautiful angel. Please accept my love for you.

-Your unworthy Worshipper.

(Metropolis)

Nine broken relationships. One refused to work out. [11 Jun 2006|09:10am]
[ mood | depressed ]

She took my first kiss. And ran away with another woman.

He took my virginity. And disappeared without another word.

He took my money. And was never seen again.

She took my concern. And left when she discovered my ability.

She took my soul. And married another man.

He took my body. And labelled me a whore.

She took my heart. And refused to see me again for no reason.

He took my feelings. And treated me like a plaything.

He came into my life. And it was over after five months.

He held my love. And rejected me.

Maybe this is just a fight for...nothing.

Maybe I'm just meant to be alone.

(Metropolis)

[10 Jun 2006|09:42am]
[ mood | amused ]

Things seem to be heating up.

And that's always good.

(Metropolis)

[27 May 2006|06:29pm]
[ mood | amused ]

Comment with your name, and...
01. I'll respond with something random about you.
02. I'll challenge you to try something.
03. I'll pick a color that I associate with you.
04. I'll tell you something I like about you.
05. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
06. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
07. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.
08. If I do this for you, you must post this on your LJ.


I finally met the guy who lives next to me. And apparently, he doesn't seem to know me at all.

It's fun to see him get all mad and huffy though.

I wonder how he'd react if I snuck into his room in the middle of the night.

(Metropolis)

[10 Mar 2006|10:44am]
[ mood | blah ]

I'm finally moving out. Joy. Rents are ok, I've seen worse. My bags are packed, I'll put Fuyumi into her animal carrier later and I'm almost ready to go.

Guess I gotta thank Ki for finding me a place. Won't be staying there for long though, they're kicking me out as soon as I get my own place. Which won't be that soon.

Here you go Fuyumi, carrot for you. Nibble nibble nibble, you're going to get fat soon. =.=;;;

(Metropolis)

[02 Mar 2006|12:20pm]
[ mood | blank ]

Fuyumi sure knows how to cheer people up. Just looking at her eat and she, still eating, stares back at you. Nibble nibble nibble. I think I'm going soft.

At least I know she won't abandon me after having her fun.

(24 shining stars | Metropolis)

[27 Feb 2006|02:49pm]
[ mood | amused ]

Meme horrorCollapse )

Well, I actually revealed one of my bestkept secrets to someone. Luckily that person didn't freak out. I guess he's rather cool though the gold on him blinds me though.

And Fuyumi is adorable. She can actually sit up [on the couch only] and hold her carrot with her front paws and eat her carrot. Nibble nibble nibble. She's one hell of an eater.

Hey, Brook

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Best Kisser:fu_tari
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(Metropolis)

Ganked from everywhere [25 Feb 2006|05:20pm]
[ mood | relaxed ]

If you had me alone...locked up in your house for twenty-four hours and I had to do whatever you wanted me to, what would you do with me? Then repost this in your LJ- or don't. You might be surprised with the responses you get.

Fuyumi's fitting in perfectly. She's such an angel.

(10 shining stars | Metropolis)

[25 Feb 2006|09:09am]
[ mood | enthralled ]

Lately, she's been loitering outside my place.

Today, I took her in. She's beautiful. I wonder if she was dumped. The poor girl.

Here, a picture of her: http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/fu_tari/rabt17.jpg
It's kind of sad that I couldn't get a better photo of her, but it'll do.

I think I'm going to call her Fuyumi. Doesn't she remind you of snow in winter?

(Metropolis)

[23 Feb 2006|09:58am]
[ mood | blah ]

Do you believe in ghosts?

Seems that Brook's housemate doesn't.

(13 shining stars | Metropolis)

[20 Feb 2006|10:28am]
[ mood | calm ]

Crazy stuff, my other self is actually not bothering me today. But if the entries on his journal are anything to go by, he's probably learned something more about this world.

That's good, innocence like that should have been stripped away long time ago.

Anyway, I don't see that orange-head idiot around these days. Is that good or bad?

And what is love all about? Is it really a part of everyone's lives? Is it really a basic human need to love and be loved? I keep thinking that love holds you back from more and sex without love is sex at its purest form. Is it not right?
I don't know. I've rejected many people, and even more have left me for better lives. What is it about love that makes everyone strives for it?

Rei, don't give me shit comments. All I want is solid answers, all right?

(10 shining stars | Metropolis)

[17 Feb 2006|03:44pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

I would have gone rejected the kid, but he went so far as to say that he'd commit suicide if I didn't agree to his request. >>;

Big dirty trick. But it worked on me. I guess I didn't want to see me leave this world. Fucking idiot.

Oh well, if he's coming to me instead of Brook for help, that means I can do whatever I want with him, right?

Hmm...Playguy, Thrust, Stroke, Heat...or should I just start slow and give him a Playboy first?

Decisions decisions.

(2 shining stars | Metropolis)

[15 Feb 2006|11:03am]
[ mood | weird ]

I've been hanging around here for quite some time already. And, yes I still deny that my headache is actually a hangover. I did NOT drink too much alcohol, ok?

Anyway, I don't know whether it's my mind playing tricks on me, but I saw this kid with silver long hair and dark skin and purple eyes. He even had a mole under his left eye, goddamn it.

It's like, out of nowhere, I have a TWIN brother. I mean, I have a twin SISTER, but brother? Ho boy.

Anyway, he was wearing a skirt and he looks SO MUCH like a girl. If he hadn't come up to me for directions, I'd have thought he was just a plain old girl.

I just casually asked for his name. And he has the same name as me. BAH.

Anyway, he seems like the goody two-shoes kind. I pressed him to try alcohol and he was all "No no no, Alcohol is bad because it blah blah blah."

Disgusting.

Anyway, I gave him a pack of cigarettes. And you know what? He started panicking. What the hell was all that about?

(16 shining stars | Metropolis)

[06 Feb 2006|06:19pm]
[ mood | okay ]

Whoever said that life is like a box of chocolates is obviously lying. Life aint sweet at all.

Anyway, I'm meeting Kai afterwards. It's been so long. Oh wee.

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