Thursday, September 6, 2007

Thunderous thursday.
It's been raining the last couple of days, in short showers and long nights.

Makes me rather joyous today for I was at school for only 2 hours.

I plan on doing lots of typing today, but my stepdad has the laptop so I have to wait.

How have ya'll been?

Anything exciting happen perhaps?


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Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Terrible Tuesday torment
My stitches are giving me a really bad headache right now. And I'm bored, someone anyone pm me T.T

Well anyways, I'm get back to work on my site later, I realy wanna get rid of some cluttering stuff and also add another profile see through box containing my favourite bands, all the books I own, and other stuff like that, so that might take a while. And I have to update my friends section of the first box. Theres a lot of poeple who I dont have on there because we dton visit each others sites, So i have to weed through that and delete some poeple. And then I have to add about 5 or 6 people. I've been working on getting more people to join the poetry union and Emily's writing club Future Novelist, so hopefully that goes well. There was this jerk in school today who yelled out Hey Fat Kid, and I'm not sure if he was talking to me cause I didn't stop to check, but still the bastard should have his lips stappled shut.

What??!! Dont look at me like that, he deserves it!

Bye ya'll
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Welp it's really early, and I'm tired and cold, so I hate school even more.
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Monday, September 3, 2007

I really hate this tag thing.
I've been Tagged by Len23 (the damn ducky )
The rules are:
1. Post these rules.
2. Each person tagged must post 8 random facts about themselves.
3. Tags should write a journal/ blog of these facts.
4. At the end of the post 8 more people are tagged and named.
5. Go to their page and leave a message telling them they're tagged

1 I'm afraid that I dont know how to feel.

2 I can sing Fairytale by Michael Wong, the chinese version of the song, I also can sing shunichi Miyamoto's True light in japanese, form memory, also Chrono ending and beginning theme songs.

3 Lennies (len23) nickname ducky originally came from Ashley (Bleeding Wraith).

4 I'm the kind of person that has trouble keeping friends because I'm forgotten over the summer.

5 I remember things that are only important in a extremely small amount, and forget everything else.

6 I can remember whole definitions from the dictionary, but not what I ate for lunch.

7 I'm secretly clingy.

8 My dad has checked back into drug rehab for a number of times, the most recent being 2 days ago, he also got fired.... Again.

Poeple I shall tag.

1. Innocent Heart
2. Vampires~Romance
3. Ekedo
4. Epocolypse Seer
5. Empty Inside
6. Bleeding Wraith
7. Shippou123
8. Sesshomaru434

Alright now that that is done I think I'm gonna head off to bed, so on that note I shall leave Ya'll with a simple poem written on this very night.

The petals pink with rosy delight
Against the full moons glare of night
But my eyes see not the blossom as it falls
For my mind is back with you in the halls

Bound by duty we shall never be
If olny my stubborn father could see
The way I smiled the day
The to you I gave my heart away

Now all I have is our place to remember
The rotting wood of cherry blosseoms in December
The month of which you were last spied
through my tears as I cried

For every Cherry Blossom that falls
I seem to be trapped with only more walls
Fom you my love, reflected in only a minds memory
Like cherry blossoms, December will be the death of me
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Sunday, September 2, 2007

Hey
I am currently in the process of changing my site around, and I seem at a loss as too refind the site I used to do it last time, so for now I'm winging it until I can remove the about me stuff and reverse the scroll bar. Any Suggestions on how to improve my site's layout?




I wanna do something music themed, like how i have my background, and I wanna make it all spiffy like but I dont want to have to tear it completely apart.... Unless lennies gonna help me, and only if. I also wanna get rid of the navigation bar and create my own.

I think I'm set on the table, but I want to have other sections to my site besides the greeting and the updating section. but eh too complicated, maybe someday but not today. For no I'm settle with this until later tonight I think, and then I'll fool around with it some more.


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WooT!
Thanks to my favourite Ducky (len23) the error with my site is now fixed and there is no need for me to delete Akiko44, simply because well to say the thruth, Lennie Rocks and He is the Master at fixing the problem *gives Lennie a sign that says awesome Ducky*

So I'll just be changing my theme over the next couple of days, any suggestions? I dont want to do anything animeish right now,, but you can suggest an anime and I'll check out some of the backgrounds that goes with it.

*hugs* Later Ya'll
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Saturday, September 1, 2007

Bad news
I have been tossing around the idea of deleting Akiko44, for serious this time. I am unable to redo my layout because it's messed up. So by monday I might no for sure if I am going to, I will make a new one after I delet this one though, under a different name.
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Friday, August 31, 2007

Hey
Ya'll.

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Losing Ground
Well there is nothing much to say tonight. Although I m in a kinda gloomy mood. I have decided to take up read Jane Austin stuff, and I'm gonna spend the weekend typing my stories, my goal is to reach page 150 in slowly disappear, so it's only 50 pages that I plan to type and then I'm hope to finish the first chapter of Winters Grasp, which is a story that I like even more then Slowly Disappear.
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Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Blah
I haven't been doing well lately, for all intended purposes I seem fine, but a facade works very well.

any ways I'm gonna put in a continuation of my story Winters Grasp and also a blank verse crappy poem at the end that I wrote earlier to day when I was having my minor mental break down. You dont have to read any of it if ya dont want to.





Her arms swung limply at her sides beneath the cape, her fingers turning blue with cold but she noticed not the frozen feeling that tore at her appendages.

Her hair was that of thread of flaxen pale sun, the tips of which bled into a pale silver. Shoulder length it hung around her head in a curtain which floated on the passing breeze that bit at her exposed flesh. But further on she trudged, picking her way through the perilous path among the valleys barren trees, ice pocketing dips and trenches; disguising them from her weary eyes.

Ice wept from the branches overhead and they broke and chipped when the wind shook the branches; falling down in tiny fragments against the piled snowflakes.

The wind blew, colder and harsher against her chapped and wind burned skin, she breathed heavily in pain, pain from flesh wounds she has endured many ages before, though those of the emotion lasted far longer, and took far more to heal.

Lost in her minds caverns she never perceived the treacherous ice covering the steep fall to the ground from the root of an Ancient tree. One booted foot stepped carelessly onto the thin layer of frozen water and down she went wretched from her thoughts and thrown into panic as she desperately tried to grasp onto a slick root, the ice melting beneath her chilled blue fingers and plunging her down three feet into the packed snow; her head landing soundly with a sickening against a buried granite stone.

Her world slowly slipped into darkness, red blood coagulating against the pure ivory coldness.




When our eyes meet, chapter one

Pounding swirls of pain and ache assaulted her awaking mind, several moments of time were spent with eyes closed and breathe held in pain; an unfamiliar pain. Thoughts, disjointed sentences drifted across her mind and the events prior to the pain began to reveal themselves.

Images of a path through surrounding trees, thoughts on the past, and then the fall, the plummet into darkness, all resurfaced.

A moan escapes past her lips and she froze in thought, all pain forgotten, as the air which hit her once frozen lips not longer stung with heat, but rather mixed with an already blistering heat. The frozen tundra of winter rattled a shudder near by and her lavender eyes snapped open; widening as they were greeted with a sight that both intrigued her and startled her into flinching, obscuring her view was a pair of eyes the color of moonless stars, shinning with the brilliance of deep silver and rimmed in a wide band of charcoal. They blinked.

She backed up, pain resonated through her shoulder and she gasped.

Quickly the owner of the silver eyes was standing next to the bed, hands on her still caped shoulder, squeezing various points and regions until a low mummer of pain escaped her lips. He frowned.

“It appears to only be sprained, but I’m afraid you will not be doing any traveling.” His voice was a weak baritone and held genuine concern as to her welfare. Against her feeble protests he gently pushed on her shoulders to sink her back into the heat of the bed, warming her sore body.












A dreamer by nature
I see those un-trodden ice fields
And wish to be there
To live with no yield

And yet here I am
It’s where I belong
Tell me who will heal my soul
That has wished to get away for so long

And I can think of no rhyme
No graceful words to say
That may rise from my heart
And grace these tears that fall as I write.

For the first time
I’m saying what’s in my soul
The things I have wished
For, and end of what fells rotten

I’m not special,
Not talented
But I do dream
And it hurts so much

For that’s all they will be
Dreams, always.

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