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Friday, February 9, 2007


   yay
yet another post...this shows i have waaaay too much time on my hands and no life........NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!lol.
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GOOOD MOORING VIETNAM!!!!!!!!!
not really but yah. im good mood today. its friday yay. but yah. we're in creative fashion and learing how to sew.... i do know how to sew lol. but yah. so wuzzup with yall today?????????
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Thursday, February 8, 2007


   A haiku i found thats rather internesting
Vince


Darkended dreams
become modern grapes of wrath
reaping a bitter wine.

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   confoodeded
yah just confusded and stuff. and bored.....just rambling.....so bored as a brick...ugh! im spamming!!!!!!!!!!! noooooooooooo!
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   zzzzzzzzzzzzzz...........................
so bored. sitting in communications and bored as heck. we have no real interesting stories to wirte for the newspaper but oh well. so uh yah. tell me wats up people and how you are!
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Wednesday, February 7, 2007


   hey hey hey
wats up all? nothing much here. just chilling in secoind period. im so tired and supposed to be doing a workshhet....NOT lol. ill do it on my own time cuz the teacher is a slacker but oh well lol. but yah. so tell me people, wuz up????????????????????????????
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Tuesday, February 6, 2007


Chained--> a mini story i wrote

They bond her, with heavy chains to her wrists, with what little slack that allowed her to reach the other side of the small prison. Her long silver hair fell into her face, and she twitched her cat ears gently. Everywhere her body hurt; old and new blood clung to her tunic she wore. Her dazzling red eyes shifted to what gave the room light: a small barred window sitting five feet off the ground. She took out a small brush, half full ink bottle, and a piece of rice paper. It was what she managed to sneak into the small room.

Then she started to write onto the rice paper, her calligraphy forming on the paper:

“How long has it been, I wonder since I could smile? These chains holding me against the wall also carry the weight of my regrets. I cannot see why they do this to me. What have I done wrong? Is it because of what I am? I see her suffering and it breaks my heart knowing I could do so little. I wish someone could save her… Why couldn’t I save her? Was I not strong enough? Why did she deserve to die? The gods curse me, the goddesses scorn me. Why? I was faithful to the Temple… Must my tears fall as a testament of the innocent blood that was spilt… that of witch I can never atone for…? Answers will never come for me. No one can me save now.”

She could see the moon in the small window. Tears did not come, for she felt as empty as a soulless corpse walking the earth. She also took out a crude dagger, and with what little strength she had left, she quickly slid the blade across her wrists and rested her back against the wall, watching the blood trickle onto the tatami mats. After a while, her eyes faded into a crimson color that was glassy and she said, “I am coming, Marumi-hime…”

In the morning, there was a sacking of the palace. The general found the girl, and tears quickly filled his eyes. “Look here, men… I found her. She died of a broken heart… Take her into what’s left of the garden and raise a mound for her. Give her prayers so that she may be delivered from Hell and allowed a place in the heavens along with Marumi-hime…”

And his men did so. Just as the run rose over the hills, a mound was raised in her honor as the warriors offered their prayers. The general looked up at the sky and said,” Rest in peace, Kiro-san.”






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Monday, February 5, 2007


   yah....
just REALLY tired right at the moment. just waiting to get outta second block b/c i hate this class. creative fashion.....whoo-hooo. but yah...nothing to report from privat life.....*looks up at sky* ok......make something happpen....NOW.....something good...like rain! yay! rain i love rain but yah. rain is cool and fun. so dreary that i love it dearly lol.
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Friday, February 2, 2007


   lol
yah. nothing new today.....just sooo freaking bored. yah i guess this IS an online journal seeing as how I treat it like one. but yah. all the drama as far as im conserned and meh b/f is over and yah.

so its all good. ill be posting some of my writting on here too. so read if you like! and uh....IF you have any comments and stuff, then i'll be happpy to talk to u and stuff....so yah.

Caio!

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Wednesday, January 31, 2007


   ding dong the witch is dead
which old which?
THE wicked witch
ding dong
THE WICKED WITCH IS DEAD!

lol. but yah. now that the the um...*cough:witch* is out of my life, i can be happier now. for some reason, i feel unusually happy. i may sound a tad bit heartless, but what else am i supposed to do when an ex friend backstabs me. BUT IM FREEE! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HELLO HAPPIER LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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