Monday, October 11, 2004

   Yay! It LIIIIIVES!
You could never imagine the look of relief on my face when I saw my iPod working AND playing the songs! I actually cried of happiness for not having to deliver it to the shop for repair... phew!

As to anyone who would like to talk to me on MSN, my address is angelic_nexus@msn.com and for AIM my sn is Ayumi Shining (with the spaces. Yeah.). Like anyone would wanna talk to me, ze queen of all things uninteresting...

Again, I feel bored like hell-knows-whatever. So...IM me, PM me, whatever. I'm available at GaiaOnline as Himitsu-chan.

Cheers.

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Sunday, October 10, 2004

Is it the final breath of my iPod?
I'm losing my faith... whenever I try to play a song, it blocks on me!
Another problem is that I can't find the song I want - PREDILECTION by Nittle Grasper from Gravitation. In 688 songs, I can't find the one I want. Isn't it ironic?

Anyway, how is everyone? Sorry for not visiting your sites, I kinda had to study all the time - first French now History, and I SUCK at History...

Lately I've been starting to wish I was British or Russian... nn;; Hmmm London is my dream city and Moscow is cold... I like cold...

I don't have much to write though, so please commment so that I have something to read XD

Toodles

~Aeria
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Friday, October 8, 2004

This is So Unfair!
Ugh, sometimes I wish my teachers weren't so unpredictable. We were in middle of Math class and our History teacher bursts through the door, saying we have a test on Thursday and then she leaves! I mean, what were we supposed to do? Study the whole damn book? She didn't even tell us what would appear in the test. Geebus.

ANYWHO I had an awesomely great week besides that. I had the portuguese equivalent to an A - on my French dictation and my French exam today went splendid! My class is amazingly cool and I completely feel like I fit in... it's not like I believe fitting in is so important! Never! I meant "fit in" as to receive everyone's kindness and normal behavior, instead of scorching and burning insults. Ahem.

As to E.V. class, our current project is illustrating a small story by Tim Burton - we all got to choose one. I was ecstatic: I've always loved Tim Burton's stories and illustrations, this project was made for me. I got to pick "The Voodoo Girl" or something like that (the book was translated, so I kinda pictured this in English right now.).

As to my story, I haven't written anything this week, I haven't been allowed on the computer due to my exam. I haven't drawn much instead of a pretty pic of Aeria when she's doing a seminar on Egyptian Artifacts found in 1950-1990 and how they all relate. I'll do a character sketch of her some(fateful)day. I hope.

BUT since I have no idea what to say now, let me enlighten you that I'm actually a bit sad. Yuna has been ignoring me slightly. Like, we have plans to talk at luch time and when I finished putting my stuff away, she got up and left with Rita. Happened 3 times this week and in E.V. she barely talks to me (and the teacher allows some talking) and talks like hell to everyone else. And besides that, she's been quite rude and harsh on me lately. Whatever I say she finds a way to reprimend me with some "wisdom" she's probably trying to make me believe she has.

Hmph.

I would like to see for how long she can keep up this way. Even though I love her a lot, I'm really angered that she looks down on me like that and I'll just wait until she sees how she's hurting me to decide how to make her feel sorry.

I know it sounds mean, but you have no idea how it feels for me to suffer this everyday since Monday.
Ask Trista- I'm too kind for my own good. But when it hurts me, it hurts twice for them.

I'm empty of ideas - I shall leave now. Please leave a comment so I have something to read! XD
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Sunday, October 3, 2004

Chronicles of Endaria, Chapter One - Part III
Aeria had been crying hopelessly since the moment she saw what had happened to the tower. Sitting on the bed, clutching her knees tightly, she remembered everything she had ever done for Endaria, everything she had ever put her heart into. Everything that was now broken and lost forever. If only Darcy were still there…
She lifted her head from her knees when she heard someone knock at her door. Her expression became warm but saddened. It didn't matter how much she loved her friends and the people of the palace, nothing could help her talk to other people that moment. Her throat was dry and tattered, her eyes tearful and red. Her skin was paler than ever and her usually shiny and beautiful wavy hair was coarse and worn. She had gotten out of her wizard's vests and slid into her long, high-necked, long-sleeved loose dress, her visor lying carelessly on the ivory desk.
Aeria ignored the knocking, but then she heard it again, over and over. Finally, reason spoke louder than heart and she got up to open the door. When she saw who it was, her first logical reaction was to close the door.
She could hardly believe what was happening. First, the crumbling of everything that gave a meaning to her life… now, Gale? What could he possibly be doing there? She hurried across the room to get her other vests, of white, grey and blue tonalities. She had spent most of her life worrying about what she did, said or looked like whenever he was around… but now, she couldn't even focus on him. Right now, being accepted by Gale was the least of her worries. She put on her visor, brushed her hair quickly and put on her diadem. When he knocked once more, she picked up her staff and opened the door, immediately getting out and closing it.
Aeria tried her best to avoid eye contact, while leaning on the wall.
— What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be with the Knight Order?
— Most of them didn't even notice what happened; they're probably still waking up. We have an emergency meeting in five minutes…
— And you dared to waste your time on me? — Her voice was shaky and uncertain, as if every single word she said cut through her heart like the blade of a sword.
— Aeria… don't act like that. You know us of the Knight Order aren't as stuck up and perfect as you think we are. We actually have feelings.
Aeria couldn't say anything to counter-act that. She knew what Gale was saying was more than true, but she felt that she couldn't give in like that. Even at the time. She finally looked up at him when the blue-eyed knight rested his hands on her shoulders. And immediately her eyes fell to his scar. The scar he made when protecting Darcy. The scar that went from his right ear to his lip-level.
She knew she couldn't take it anymore. She had to tell him. It was the right time to do so, since he couldn't possibly have time to think about it. She breathed in deeply.
— Gale, I… — suddenly, a cold wind rushed by her face, and she immediately brought a hand to her cheek. —…Did you… feel that?
— Yes. What do you think it was?
— I have no idea, but we should rush to Aeryon and fast.
— You mean you should rush to Aeryon and fast. I, as a member of the stuck up and perfect Knight Order, must meet with my fellow swordsmen. — He brought a hand to his chest in order to perfect his act.
Aeria couldn't help but release a giggle. When he wanted, Gale could be quite pleasant to have around. Especially after Darcy died, he always seemed more caring than before.
— Aha! I made you laugh! — He smiled at her, pushing back a strand of hair that fell down her chest. — Now head for the throne room and promise you WON'T try to kill yourself, aright?
Aeria groaned.
— I'll try. And you don't get yourself killed, you hear me?
Gale was already halfway down the corridor, when she turned to wink at her and give her a thumbs-up.
— Gotcha, Spirit Lady! — He then disappeared down the corridor.
Aeria twitched silently. "After five years he still hasn't understood that I hate it when he calls me that. Geez. I don't know how I put up with him."

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Chronicles of Endaria, Chapter One - Part II
Route panicked. How could this be happening? The indestructible Tower of Kleydos had crumbled? How could a simple lightning be so strong as to make the Tower's structure cave in that way? All he knew was that it had been no ordinary lightning.
His first reaction was of fear. Fear or what might happen to him and the population of Endaria, if that their only power source had vanished. But, when he realized there was nothing to do but to summon a court. He was sure that together, the High Priests could certainly find a solution.
Route struggled to put on his vests. His body was shaking, which made it harder to get dressed. His blood was pumping up to his brain and down again with extraordinary speed and he tried hard to catch his breath. And then he remembered: Aeria. The Tower of Kleydos and the safeguarding of Endaria were everything to her, even though her brother controlled the realm. He couldn't possibly imagine the kind of grief she could be going through at the moment, but Aeria never was one to show her sadness. Route guessed that it was her personality, her simple way of being, that prevented her from showing her feelings. But Route also knew that Aeria didn't suffer easily, and that the only thing that could weaken her heart at the point of shedding tears was the fall of the Tower of Kleydos.
Route was, indeed, fearful. His mind told him to go to the throne room and see Aeryon… but his heart told him to run as fast as he could and make sure his master was alright. He was experiencing what Aeria called "inner turmoil". A tornado of emotions clashing with thoughts, creating endless wills, desires and duties, was preventing him from thinking properly and making the right choice. He was already in the middle of the corridor, concentrating to decide which direction to follow, when he felt someone pat him on the shoulder. Route screamed and almost jumped, only to see Georgia looking back at him, a very troubled look on her face. Georgia's lower lip was trembling, as she tried to articulate her words.
—…The…T-tower…Kleydos…I…
— Georgia…
With that, Georgia gave in and let herself fall in Route's arms. She rested her head on his caped shoulder, crying her heart out. Route sighed, placing his arms around her and letting a single tear run down his cheek.
— Oh Route… what will we do? — She managed to hiccup through her crying.
— I don't know… but I'm sure we'll find a way. Somehow. And Endaria will remain just as it is. — Route gave his best trying to sound calm and sure of himself, but inside his heart couldn't be more contorted than it was at that moment.
— How can things ever stay the same?! Without… without the Tower, Endaria is lost! — Georgia clutched tighter to Route, crying harder. She knew that without its power source, Endaria would slowly die, plunging into eternal darkness, never to be spoken of again. But deep inside, even though she tried to ignore it, her heart kept telling her to believe in the High Court and the priests, including apprentices like Route.
— Just… calm down. We must see Aeryon.
— What… — Georgia cleaned her tears. — What about Aeria? The tower meant the world to her…
— Right now, we have to see the prince. We're at his orders only, remember? — It pained him to say it, but it was the truth. Route had no other choice than to follow their primary orders. And Georgia knew that.
— I'll go with you. Aeria might need to cool off for a while before facing her brother. — Georgia managed a weak smile while holding on to Route's arms.
Route nodded, closing his eyes for a few seconds.
— I suppose you're right. Come on, Prince Aeryon is probably worried about us.
Georgia nodded, smiling warmly at Route. He could always comfort her, no matter what was wrong. She always came to him when she had problems, because Route was kind of her secret diary. A Diary that besides hearing her could make her believe that everything would work out… and Route did make everything alright for her. Always.

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Chronicles of Endaria - First Chapter, Part I
Aeryon tilted his head back, letting his long, black hair brush the floor. He didn't like to sit on the throne, he always complained to Aeria that the throne's back was too tall and he couldn't sleep on it. Aeria always bickered with him, telling him someone more responsible than him should take his place. It didn't matter much to him, though. All he wanted was her happiness, Georgia's happiness and Route's happiness. He barely thought about the kingdom itself, only of its bright blue sky, cloudless and clean... its green meadows bathing in sunlight... the beautiful eagles that protected the Tower of Kleydos and the surrounding palace. Aeryon always tried to forget whatever loss the eternally prosperous land of Endaria could possibly be going through. He knew that was his sister's job. Aeryon's personality was too careless and unearthly to let him focus on problems. However, Aeria always managed to make him sign whatever was needed to sign, whether it was a peace treaty or a declaration of war.
As the young heir began to feel his Angel of Sleep wrap itself around him, his mind awoke with a shock as soon as he heard it: a thunder, louder than he had ever heard one, ripped open Endaria's turquoise sky... and landed right on the center of the Palace. The Tower of Kleydos, power source of Endaria, had been broken in half. And no matter how much he tried to, this time Aeryon couldn't focus on Endaria's blue sky or its green meadows. This time, he couldn't forget on how the blue sky would turn to a black storm and his prosperous kingdom would sink into shadow.

Aeria awoke from her peaceful slumber as soon as she heard the blast. As she raised her head quickly from the desk and carefully attached her visor, she tried to think about what could have made such a racket. The best solution was, of course, to lift herself from the hovering chair and calmly walk up to her window…only to see what had been haunting her mind for years.
The Tower of Kleydos, once a beautiful silver column that pierced high into the atmosphere, was unrecognizable. Its glass covering lay shattered on the mountainous ground surrounding the palace. Its crystal and steel walls, believed to be created by the finest craftsmen in Endaria, was contorted and broken. At a first look, the once majestic Tower that gave safety to her people, looked nothing more, nothing less, than like a shattered mirror.
Aeria's cobalt eyes trembled in shock, tears beginning to form on their edge. Humidity was forming on her visor, preventing her vision, but what was left there to see? Her kingdom, her homeland… what she had strived to protect, everything she had given her heart, mind and soul for… was broken. Lost forever. And somehow now, she couldn't possibly find a way to blame it on her irresponsible brother.

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Friday, October 1, 2004

~Secret Garden~
I have lots of things to tell everyone about. Ok, I'll begin.

1- My knee is visibly better, I can easily walk and run, although I still can't bend it like I usually can.

2- My new classmates keep asking me to draw for them. I already have 5 orders and they don't pay me! Aren't I teh generous one?

3- Yuna and I went forward with what we've been discussing for over a year now and we're forming our own band... we still need a drummer though. Synthesizer, guitar player, manager and singer are done, so are the graphic artist, fashion designer and music editor. But we REALLY need a drummer.

4- It's Friday and my parents are out in a concert. Will be, I mean. The concert is at like...21h and it's still 17h. Guess I'll have to wait. ^^ And start on those orders!

5- I'm thinking of selling my poems on e-Bay, but strangely Yuna wants to use them as our song lyrics XD

...hope you're having a great time wherever you live...

HAPPY 1ST OF OCTOBER! -whatever that means...-
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Tuesday, September 28, 2004

Tatsuha! x3



which tatsuha are you? click here!

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