Oh sweet prince of my fantasy,
With your image shall the light of my
days gleam,
Your sweet sorrow memory haunts my thoughts,
Like a lingering vision of an everlasting
dream.
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Diver: Tima
S
Alises:
Ruby, Ayuru
Year: 1982
Gender: Mermaid
Contact: ryankou@hotmail.com
Glittering things:
Reading materials, anime, music at whim, napping,
fairytales, and turtles.
Nets and Hooks:
Loud noises, insensitivity, disappointment,
getting
lost, midnight callers, and betrayal.
Melody of the Sirens:
Ima, kaze ga sasayaite kieta
Sono te wo hanashichaikenai yo, to
Naze mune wa itamu no darou ne
Watashi ni nani wo tsutaetai to iu no?
Yoru no fukasa
Sora no ao sa
Sono subete wo oshiete kureta
Anata wo ima mitsumeteru
Meguri au tame ni aruki tsuzuketeta
Kono ude no naka e
Aishiau tame ni umarete kita koto
Kizukasete kureta
Ima, anata no fureta subete wo
Konna ni itoshiku kanjite iru
Tada anata no kanashii hibi wo
Shirazu ni nemutta koto ga kuyashii
Nani wo mita no?
Dare to ita no?
Osanai me hi no anata wo mitsuke
Dakishimetai to omou no
Meguri au tame ni hitori kiri datta
Ima naraba wakaru
Nani mo kikanai de hohoen de kureru
Yasashisa no naka de
"Eien" to iu
Kotoba wo shinjite mitai
Hajimete omotta
Nido to hanasanai koko ni itai dake
Sore dake de ii no
Nani mo kowakunai anata no hitomi ni
Watashi ga utsureba
Meguri au tame ni aruki tsuzuketeta
Kono ude no naka e
Aishiau tame ni umarete kita koto
Kizukasete kureta
Born to Love You - Mermaid Forest.
Dwellers of the Sea:
Sadi-chan
Ototo-chan
Nataruma
Ryn
Sigel
Phoenix
Ren'ai
Tin
Meimei
Ruscie
Ming
Ling
Vinita
Water Kingdoms:
Silver
Blue(under construction)
Mugen
Pink
Moonchyld
Tooyarific
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Grief
Last night, a terrible accident took place on the Custodian Highway, which is the same highway I take to gethome. Apparently, someone was driving at a mad speed on the opposite side, fast enough to crash into the concrete hedge that seperated the lanes. Nothing happened to the guy, but the impact forced the door to tear off its hinge, fly over the hedge, and hit a passing car full-force. The car young woman driving, no older than twenty, turned over several times until it hit the metal pole of the advertisment add. She died instantly.
I arrived at the scene of the accident only 15 minutes later. The shattered glass was broken so thin, it was a fine powder grinded into the asphalt ground. I remember noting that the wheels of my car were powdery white, having passed over the glass. I saw the ambulance, the police car, the bent and shattered Chever...
It was in the papers of today, and obituary posters were placed over all the advertisment boards in the faculty of art, where this girl went to. It was just then, when I saw the name printed in the obituary, that it hit me. This is the same girl who had been a classmate of mine since the fifth grade. She majored in English in highschool, nad was even in the same sections as me, and was in teh same faculty as well. I refused to believe it, at first, and tried to think of the probablity that other people might share the same name, but then I saw the girls she used to hang out with, and her best friend all dressed in mourning clothes, and then my mind refused to think about it altogether.
I still can't belive that it happened. She was one of these familiar faces that you'd think would be around you forever. I don't hink I had more than two conversations with her in the ten years I knew her. I tried to tell Nata about it, but then I got all awkward, and didn't know what to sa more. I wasn't a friend of her, and can't claim that I knew how gentle or sweet she was, or antyhing awful either.
It happens so often that whenever someone that I relatively know, or barely know passes away, that I get all shook up inside, but I still can't believe it. I cried when a good friend of Jewels passed away in 2000, and Ototo's significant other did hte same month, even though I have never met the latter ever, and saw the former only once or twice. But upon hearing my grandmother's death, I went all still and apathetic. It wasn't until I attended the mourning session, saw all the people dressed in black that I broke down and cried for hours and days.
I don't what to fear from death anymore.
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I was inspired by Meimei-san to post about the happenings of our own college play, since I have stopped to do so a few months ago. Mercifully, the rehearsals I have attended today would be the last *starts praying*
Ever since the problem with Oweisha started, the original director/manager of the play, I was preaching for a private 'screening' of the play, so to speak. Our lovely ex-manager was insisting on renting a private theatre, an impossibility with the rates they were demaaind o.O It also seemed a bit ridiculous to pay such a high price when the univeristy itself had denied us the usage of the college theatre. Next was her insistance of expensive decors and sets, which we did not have the budget for. Unfortunately, some of the main actors were from wealthy family, and each were competing in how to convince Daddy Dearest to pay for the expenses, which I have strictly refused. I couldn't stomache the thought of having students finance the play when the university council had promised us to solve that promise for us...Then they withdrew their offer...
Ironically, it all seems like small potatoes in comparison to my actors' efforts, or lack of --; Oweisha decided to pick a lovely spring morning to burst into the meeting room in tears, quitting a few moments later as she spoke of her family's refusal of letting her participate in the first place, as their conservative values would not allow them to exhibit their daughters in such scandelous display. (Mere translation, my friends). WHat really irked me that she _knew_ of her family's disapproval beforehanded, but still contintued to boss us around until the very last minute. That's how I came to be the newest director, against my will. I didn't think it would be such a big deal, since it was my script they were using for the play. How hard would it be to monitor a few actors exhibiting my words and script in a stage performance?
I was proved to be greatly mistaken.
Out of the whole cast, I could say that there were only two students who gave a brilliant performance. Unfortunately, one of them was this haughty, self-important guy who thought himself too good to attend rehearsals, and the second was drastically down to earth in contrast to him.
I could still recall those painful memories of trying to pull my hair out upon remembering the rest of the cast...
And I can never forget our advisor and English professor, Mr Smith, for the unforgivable act of choosing the female lead on looks only. I have to admit that she turned my head upon seeing her for the first time, but staying true to the other female lead's words, "Her brain is too vast to comprehend hte script. It's probably just floating there in all that space, along with Gucci bags and Diro belts."
How painfully true --; I had to endure hours of listening to her (watching was too traumatic) utter the lines in perfect monotone, and having her best friend affecting a British accent, in an attempt to imitate the lead who was actually half-British o.O Seven months have passed, resulting in one person only memorizing their lines. Dana, Miss Gucci, that is, kept complaining that Nata was not suitable for the role of the queen, her mother in the play. It came as no surpirse that Nata-chan decided to quit shortly after. I would do if a talentless brat started criticizing my acting ><
The ghost of Oweisha started to haunt us, after that. Even as she refused to help out in the minor details after her withdrawal from the project, she kept trying to boss the cast and the play group time after time. She'd call me at 11 pm and try to convince me to cast a friend of hers, who have promised to help us find a theatre, in a crucial role. For how long did I stare at my phone in horror at such request?
After that, she had the audacity to start this yelling war with Mr Smith himself, resulting in having her kicked out from the teacher's lounge. Her revenge was exacted in the way she spread the rumour of the play being cancelled (Was that just a run on sentence?). By the time the third semester started, I have lost two third of my cast.
Today, hopefully, was the last rehearsal I'd ever have to attend in my life. An hour passed before the actors started to leave the meeting room one by one, the first of them being Mr High and Mighty Male Lead. I couldn't believe that Miss Gucci had stalked Nata earlier that morning to confront her about quitting, then to complain about the state of rehearsals, then threatening me with the chance of her quitting as well. I told her that the day I see her retreating back disappear out of my sight would be the happiest this semester.
It is only sheer stubborness that had made stick with this futile project for almost a year.
Promise - Koizumi Kohei
A catch phrase I remember from my early teenage years was "At this rate, I'll never live to see fourteen!"
Now I'm wondering if I'll ever live to graduate from college o.O
Nope, I'm not trying to be pessemistic here. For the past eleven years the threats of war used to be received so cooly, adding them to what we have come to call 'Saddam Hussein's Annual Speech'. But now...It's a bit different. It really makes it worse that the vice-prime minister decided to blurt out that Kuwait would be the first country to be affected by any negative retaliation on Saddam's part. Yay. I wonder why the prices of gas masks had gone so high lately, and the stock markets had sunk to their death during the past couple of weeks --;
People used to shrugh such threats before, but now, we're not very sure. Would I sound immature and selfish if I simply said that I wasn't in the mood for another war? My aunts joke that our family (parents and brothers) would be the first to 'run away' should the war start to affect Kuwait, which I found pretty stressing that they would think of us in such a way. Twelve years ago, we were not the only family to leave the country. It is quite ironic that Mom, who declared that we were staying in Kuwait this time, retorted by saying, "Now that we have two cars, we would be out of Kuait before _you_ know it." Back then, we were able to afford only one vheicle, and even so my relatives were begging us for a ride to safety, so to speak.
Still, I'm glad that we're not going anywhere this time, I really am. It doesn't make me happier that a war might be about to start on a country which a mere fence seperate us from. I still think, though, that I might be able to make it to graduation this year.
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White Reflection
My parents are still waiting fo rme to join them for dinner., I hope it's not too late. *checks watch* I just hope that guy on MSN would stop bothering me. What's good it is tomeet with someone in RL when you have just known online for about two days *rolls eyes*
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