Tuesday, October 24, 2006

WEBSITE UP AND RUNNING... Sort of...
Yeah... I got my website up and running... sort of...

So far it's a "free" account... so go easy on it... since the bandwidth isn't SUPER SUPER huge...

http://senbonbongenma.tripod.com

that should work... hopefully...
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Sunday, October 8, 2006

   Trinity Blood Sugar AMV
Wow! I seemed alot of people enjoyed that rather crappy version of Blood Sugar. I really, really need to get a better version of it on youtube... seriously...

But there is a better version available already on animemusicvideos.org...

what to do...
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Wednesday, October 4, 2006

   Reviews
Wow.... people still seem to like Gentle Lesson... guuuu... I hope they don't get too disappointed by what's going to happen next...

------- BASIC PLAN ----------

Kakashi and Konoha go to Rock and kick ass - but while Sakura and Yamato (???) defeat Kabuto and Sasuke, Naruto and Sai defeat Kisame... (maybe...), Kakashi has to fight a ghost from the past, he thought was dead -

His uncle, Minoru, who had supposedly died in a farming accident.

Protecting Minoru is another evil nightmare for Kakashi - Seko-san.

So Kakashi manages to kill Minoru, but Genma and Yukio bring down Seko-san - and then, both try to take Kakashi away from the noise - Tsunade tells Genma to take him. Sakura follows. Yukio watches his beloved get carried away from his life.

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That's it for the near future, that I've got planned... I guess there's going to be a few sub-plots running underneath through the whole thing:

Naruto showing off for Hinata
Sasuke tending to Lyra's broken arm
Raidou watching Genma with jealous eyes
Hana and Shizune seem to be hesitating over something...
Iruka babbles to anyone who will listen about his problems concerning proposing
Kotetsu is saved by Izumo - yet again
Izumo fails to tell Kotetsu his feelings
Shikamaru leaves at the end for Sound
Asuma stares at Kurenai's picture - it's been a long time since he's fought alone...

---------- End of Subplots -------------

So anyway... stuff, stuff...

and other ideas too!

---------- PLOT BUNNIES ----------------

Kouya gets kidnapped! Ouran High School Host Club take action! Or will they just make things worse?

Saiga wants to take the ultimate picture - but Euphoria only gives him death.

Rokamura has to save the day - but will this make his relationship with Revy any better?

Vincent's mind trip as a Proxy.

Shigure doesn't know what to do with his freedom.

----------- End of Plot Bunnies -------------

Yeah anyway... that's about it...
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Tuesday, October 3, 2006

   Hmmm... Hello and what not...
Yes.

So here's where I'm going to talk about stuff.

Like the fact that for some reason, I cannot get into writing "Dance Dance". ARGGGHHH!!!

What to do?

Hmmm... anything else?

gah!!!!

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To Feel

“He’s just sitting there!” Santorini huffed as he hustled through the kitchen. My short, fat boss glared at me as if it were my fault – his dark black eyes sparked with fire.

I sighed.

It’s just like him to get so histrionic about nothing…

Geez…

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, Sara! He’s taking up space – valuable space – again!”

I paused at the left the hot stuffy room and rounded the corner to wait at the counter for the next order coming up.

It was a decaf latte with apple pie.

The usual.

“He got a coffee and pie slice,” I protested.

“Which he never eats!” My boss frowned. “This is LOITERING! If he’s there for more than fifteen minutes and not drinking, Sara, ask him to leave – I don’t want him to waste space that could be given to buying customers.”

“But – he IS buying! Just not eating the stuff…”

“Sara.”

“Okay. Okay…”

So while I bussed the other tables – taking dirty plates, delivering coffees and pastries, snagging tips, I kept an eye on the man.

He was sitting there – as usual – at the further most table in the corner of the balcony – relaxing in the setting sun – eyes far away as he sat deep in thought.

It WAS a beautiful spot for thinking – and Rome looked like a jewel of fire on the soft rays of the dying sun – sweeping off the balcony patio was always my favorite chore at night. I followed his absent gaze to the centerpiece – the Vatican.

Perhaps he’s new? I thought. Or a business man? Not a tourist by the look of his coat – maybe the Church? This hottie could be a priest?

I checked him out – as I normally did – he wasn’t too hard on the eyes. Chestnutty-red hair ruffled gently in the wind – the hard planes of his smooth face softened by a sad light in his dark eyes.

I turned around, deep in thought.

Was he waiting for someone?

He looks so – so –

So alone.

It seems sad someone so sexy is so lonely.

Santorini gave me the “cut throat” sign as he motioned at our solitary client, then he turned and disappeared downstairs.

I sighed as I turned around and approached our oddball client.

“Uh – sir…”

I asked hesitantly.

No answer.

“Sir.”

He turned – almost mechanically.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Are you done here?”

“Negative. Is there – a problem?”

“Uhhh…”

I’ve never talked to him before – man – he talks weird! Church? Must be – but oh! What a sexy voice! Ahhhh…. How can I expel someone like this! Waaahhhh!

I didn’t know what to say.

There was an uncomfortable pause.

“Are you –“

I paused, unsure.

“Are you waiting for somebody?”

The man blinked.

“Negative. I have no one to wait for.”

“Oh…”

I was non-plussed.

“I sit here – because –“

This time he stopped – he bent his head to stare at the coffee cup – then raised his solemn eyes up to mine –

So direct! Like a child –

“Here under the sun, I feel –“

He shook his head and rose.

“I see I am loitering. I will leave. Thank you for your service.”

“You don’t want to have this?” I waved disbelievingly at the 10 dinar pie and coffee.

He stopped walking away.

“Feeling is not being.”

What – what does that have to do with – is it a riddle?

“What do you –“ I asked timidly. “What do you feel, then?”

I followed him down the stairs to the busy street below. He drew me along.

What is it about him? Untouchable. Lonely. Remote. Innocent…

Has he been dumped? Or lost his job? Or – or got an incurable illness?

“What do you feel?” I asked again as he turned away.

He stopped.

“I feel – the sun on my face – it is heat I cannot enjoy – and the wind in my hair – I have no sense of it – it is –“

He paused suddenly – and I felt as if we were broken marionettes our words barely reaching each other.

“It is an illusion,” he added abruptly.

“What is?”

The sense of desire filled the air between us – well… I felt it, he said nothing – looked nothing –

Is he nothing?

“What is?” I asked again.

“To feel – human…” he said softly – as he walked away.

I didn’t know what to say.

What could I say?

What should have I said?

It nags me – so here I am – still here – working –

Waiting.



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