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A new style...the urban mundane life of late adolescence. |
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So my dear, what will it be today?
Fresh brewed romance
with a dash of cinnamon spice?
Really dear, what do you desire?
I've got chocolate drinks
good for two, can you smell it?
Darling, I don't have all day
Make it quick cause I can't stand waiting
Baby, why can't you choose?
Give or take, I've got people in line behind you.
So my dear, what will it be today?
oven-baked cookies and cakes
With the scent of my perfume on them
Oh my dear, you make a fine choice
The exotic coffees I make
would shake anyone's confessions
Darling, I don't have all day
Make it quick cause I can't stand waiting.
Baby, why won't you choose?
Either way, people are in line behind you.
Have your senses been released
Have the tears began to cease
Have your eyes started to flutter between sips?
Have you found paradise at last
Have all your troubles been cast
Have you finally found your heart in my hand?
So my dear, what will you have today?
The same mocha taste
that sent you flying into my arms?
 xKandieKissezx · Sun Aug 07, 2005 @ 09:30am · 0 Comments |
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The Infamous Unnamed Manga |
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My storyline? it's being brainstormed.
Characters
Keiko: a girl who's...a bit shy and often keeps her thoughts to herself. She's not the brightest little bean when it comes to social skills, so it's not like she has a lot of thoughts to share to begin with. She realizes she can't deal with people very well and she wants to change, but she lacks the courage to do it. She is also unfortunate enough to have friends who don't care about her much at all, although she likes to believe they do. Relations: older brother (Kosuke), Friend (unnamed?), the three not-so-popular girls, love interest (Taki), the love interest of Tsuki.
Kosuke: a loving older brother, but is unable to come home as often as he'd like. Is currently in college. Keiko's lack of social skills is partly his fault since he was worse off than her when he was her age. He's changed now and he even has a steady girlfriend, but he finds himself concerned over his shy little sister. Whenever he comes home, he tries his best to make Keiko more outgoing. He's ambivalent about the idea of Keiko having a boyfriend though; on one hand, he wants her to be happy, but on the other, he doesn't want her to be heartbroken.
Keiko's "friend": Keiko's only friend at her co-ed school. She only hangs out with Keiko when she has nothing better to do. In truth, if she was given the chance, she would ditch Keiko in a heartbeat. She has an unsatiable hunger for popularity and will grab it at all costs.
the three...not-so-popular girls: Okay, they're KINDA popular, but they want to be MORE popular, but they're crappy boyfriends (or lack there of) is bringing down their popularity points. There's a sophisticated all-boys school not too far away from their co-ed one, and the students there are known for their smarts and good looks. And they've laid their eyes on one of the cutest and hottest one of them all: Taki! There's even a little secret fan club for him, hehe =) So they have to come up with a plan....they need to SOMEHOW let Taki know of their existance (it's a start...). And they know that in order to strike that boy's stone never-had-a-girlfriend heart, they need to use stealth; they decided that someone should go into the all-boys school disguised as a guy and get as close to Taki as possible from there. Why? Because they can't really ask a different guy who goes there to play the messenger for them because frankly, they're too unpopular to have any connections with the students there at all. Also, just going up to Taki and asking him out would be THE most dumbest idea ever (humor me here). But here's the problem....neither of them want to dress up as a guy. EVER. Go in public without make up? ARE YOU INSANE? But then again, who else would they trust to get close to Taki without cheating them out and stealing Taki away first? They need....someone who Taki would NEVER fall for: Keiko!!!
Taki: He's silent, tall, clever, and way too cool for you. =P He's rather insensitive, but that only makes him hotter. He's never dated a girl before, but that doesn't mean he wants to any time soon. Every valentines, girls flock to ask him out, in hopes that he'll give them a chance, but it's all rather pointless. He's in the student council, but he's not president (gasp) even though he has all the capability to take the job. Frankly, he doesn't want to, and the current president would like it to stay that way ^^. He doesn't really hang out with many friends, and the friends he does have are silly, blunt, and when they stand next to him, they make Taki look cooler than he already is. =D haha, jk. He doesn't really like to hang out with the uptight members of the student council much....they're rather untrustworthy and only come to him when they need a favor, which he severely dislikes (but he keeps it to himself). He does however, like the honest lifestyle his good friends carry out, even if they aren't the brightest students in the school. They don't care what other people think of them and Taki find that the most honorable characteristic anyone could have. Taki, although he may look like a coldhearted boy, is actually very caring and virtuous, which is also shown in his affection for his brother, Tsuki. Most of the things Taki does is for Tsuki. Since Tsuki is homosexual though, Taki has an enormous job taking care of his brother. He joined the student council to push rules against the discrimination of gays and also to gain a little power over those who would otherwise terrorize Tsuki for his sexual preference. Taki vowed to his mother that he would protect Tsuki with every breath inside him, and he intends to carry out that promise.
Tsuki: Tsuki is my gay boy =P. A story no good without a cute little gay boy, now is it? Hmm...I wonder how Tsuki turned gay? I'll make something up for that later =) Tsuki, the poor soul, has a deep crush on Keiko, not knowing that Keiko is actually a girl. But Keiko has developed a crush on Taki. Now....although Tsuki loves his brother more than anyone, there's always been a seed of jealousy growing inside him. Taki has always been the model boy and Tsuki has always been the child who's been overlooked. When his family first found out about his homosexuality, the gap between Taki and Tsuki grew larger, so much that Tsuki was no longer considered a part of the family anymore...to them, Taki was the only precious child they needed to carry on the family name. Tsuki knew it was never Taki's fault that his family now hated him, but he always wondered....what would it have been like if Taki wasn't there? maybe Tsuki would've had a chance....to be accepted. Taki's stolen the hearts of Tsuki's parents....and now he's stolen the heart of Tsuki's love interest! Sometimes it's hard to keep telling him that it's not Taki's fault that all of this is happening....
did I miss anything? hmmm....^^;;;; I'll add some later if I think up anything =)
Gimme your feedback ^.^
xKandieKissezx · Mon Jul 18, 2005 @ 02:54am · 2 Comments |
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Last night, I had the strangest dream.... |
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There was a boy who was alone....he was alone for a reason...spread over his shoulders and torso lay a blanket of scars....but that was not why he was alone...there was one mark across the left of his chest...it was the strangest hue of murky violet that, under glowing light, blended with a tinge of green along his skin. And it was this that ostracized him from the people...for the people, though sensible and kind, knew from the horrid color of his scar that it was the color of death. To stare at it was to gaze at the very shore where life and death do mingle and often swallow each other up. And it was this that made the boy alone.
But she did not know. And although with guarded stares he kept her at a distance, she sensed not any sort of animosity from him and thus pursued (sp) him, unaware of the discomforted glares he gave her.
And so, under the most sudden of accidents, she caught a glimpse of that scar, it's muddy purple tail peeking out from under his shirt. The laugh they had been sharing only a short time ago ripped away from his face to reveal the purest of terror. The boy pulled the shirt hem quickly over the scar, curses boiling in his head, bubbling and burning in his eyes.
She saw....but she did not understand. But she knew one thing....she knew what he needed the most was for someone to understand. And so she reached out her arms and gave him her warmth, her blind naive warmth, and breathed in his relief and his joy and his love. And there she knew she had done something wonderful.
But she never knew that, in her endeavors to give love, she would love herself. She felt the softness of his hair against her cheek and the spice of the scent of his shirt.....she'd felt this way before....but not for a long time. She'd nearly forgotten....she had tried desperately and forgotten....but now it flew back, seeping through her and soaking her in it. She knew....she was lost.
In her drunkeness, he gazed upon a queer stand of candles...their flames shivering in the wind. Stationed on the stand was another peculiar contraption...one purely for decorative means, that swung to and fro to the urgings of the breeze. And so it swung....irregularily from the strangeness of the air.....almost as strange as the boy's scar.....swinging, it's green, corroded copper rods glimmering in the light of the candles. She found it delightful, staring into it, lost in it, very much lost now....her eyelids, heavier and heavier now.....bending the light in the blur of her eye lashes....making the light take on a lavender and greenish glow.....
she turned to the boy and found his waist and entwined herself around him, peering past his sleeve at the hauntingly beautiful swinging candles and said to him. "They remind me of you," smiling and overflowing with content. But he gave her a startled and frightened look, a look that scared her slightly....something that she didn't quite expect.....but she added, "They're beautiful" and hid her eyes in his shirt and breathing in.
But she was lost....lost so far that she knew not right from wrong nor light from dark....only the dark purple hue that smelled like spice....
xKandieKissezx · Tue Jun 21, 2005 @ 08:52am · 0 Comments |
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MORE RAMBLINGS!!! (don't you just love me) |
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I forgot to mention how I met my friend with the ex-boyfriend/man-whore.
The first time I met her was...in anime club XD. She was quiet and usually sat in the far corner. My other friend (god, I'll just call her kellie for the sake of ambiguity), being the friendly sort, befriended her immediately, and from then on, I formed my daily lunch circle of friends. =) I tended to take a particular interest in krissy though (the friend with the ex-bf), because she most reminded me of me. She was quiet, had my exact stature and height, and had long hair (well, I cut mine, but I had long hair for as long as I can remember). Oh and she also loved kitties, just like me! ^.^ Being my prude virgin self, I over-valued my purity, and thinking of myself as pure, I also thought of krissy as a pure little girl too.
So...I guess you can imagine the shock I had when I found out that krissy had a boyfriend.....her first boyfriend in fact, and she managed to nab him only after living in arizona for a couples months. I can still remember it -_-: I found kellie and her waiting in the lunch line and right when I approached them kellie yelled out the news. I was mildly shocked. And then krissy turned around excitedly and lifted her long hair up so I could see the dark purple hickey on her neck. Then I was absolutely petrified. Her first boyfriend....in one evening at the movie theaters.....a first kiss(es??)....and a hickey. I was questioning whether she'd done 'it' too. I seriously couldn't digest the information fully until a couples days later, I was that traumatized.
here is krissy: quiet, cute, innocent, likes kittens, loves anime and manga, a bit short, pleasantly skinny, and then she goes and taints herself. <-- that was what was going on in my mind, capitalizing taint. The reflection of myself I had unintentionally painted on her was being shattered. I kept thinking, "I thought she was like me..." like a mantra, then finally ending it with "I guess I was wrong".
And then everything went downhill from there XD. I still love her though. She's someone I can look up to. But I find it kind of amazing....even though she's lost her virginity in a not-so-memorable way, she has still maintained the image of the cute, adorable, innocent girl who loves kitties (she's not as quiet anymore though ^_^). How I wish I could do that whenever I plan to lose my virginity ^^;;;;;
END RAMBLIES!!!!
xKandieKissezx · Sun Jun 05, 2005 @ 11:07am · 0 Comments |
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I think too much, seriously ^^ |
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So, today's topic: Love and Sex.
Funny how Christianity considers sex a vile act (most of the time) but revels the birth of new life. I have seriously been brainwashed out of my wits. I've lived with the idea that "sex=everything about or related to evil", so how the hell am I supposed to connect that with "love=the center of affection a couple holds for each other and the epitome of all things good"? It took me long enough to overcome my inherent prejudice toward homosexuals, but no matter how I try, I can't seem to put love and sex on the same plane. To me, love is without sex and sex is without love......-____-;;;; A very skewed and absolute view, I know.
I wonder when I will obtain the sufficient maturity to understand how love works....*sigh*
xKandieKissezx · Sun Jun 05, 2005 @ 10:45am · 1 Comments |
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So this is the gaia journal thing. Okay.
I sauntered about the aisles of the manga section of Barnes and Nobles after ascertaining that my friend had disappeared from view and any who could see me had no prior knowledge of my existance. It would be unfortunate for someone from my high school to catch me scanning the graphic novel section. Very unfortunate.
Alas, I had no time to catch up on my manga-reading; a friend cried out in joyful recognition behind the next bookshelf. Hiding my disappointment with sleek inconspicuousness, I gave a hearty smile and a greeting. Conversation began. I didn't really like the girl really...but for today I was feeling especially charitable; I would spare my dialogues with her if only for the present. Surprisingly, I didn't find her as irritable as I usually do, and our discourse carried on casually.
From the corner of my eye I caught a large galumphing (sp?) figure come stumbling past me. My head snapped toward the offender with my eyes wide with alarm. I was horrified to recognize his face.
It was none other than the man whore.
There was no way I could have mistaken his tall figure, his jet black hair, or his aggravatingly disgusting side burns. He grinned and laughed with his stout, blond-haired, muscular friend, snickering at his attempt at an ambush. You almost had me there if that girl hadn't turned toward you, explained the blonde male. I felt ice shiver up my spine. They were looking at me weren't they, I wonder if he would recognize me. What should I do; should I turn and face them, or should I ignore them? I was highly favoring the latter, but how could I show any sort of weakness to this filthy creature, this sex-obsessed pervert. I stood still, my mind swerving about in swirls of anxiety.
I heard a soft buzz in my purse. I quickly tumbled through the contents of my bag and found my cell phone, relieved beyond measure to have an excuse to leave the horrible distasteful..."thing" behind me. My mother told me she was waiting outside for me. My friend walked with me. I walked faster than usually, his voice still audible to my ears. He was with a girl tonight. I snorted under my breath. Was there ever a living moment where he wasn't to be found clinging to a girl?
I don't even know why I'm afraid of him. Him and his friends, all of them render me silent and fearful. Maybe because they're something I've never encountered before, something entirely unknown to me. I've stuck to my morals like none other for my entire life and to meet people so loose, so frighteningly against all the rules, it makes this feeling of fear swell within me. Because I know that if they tried anything, I would have no defense against it. They pose a situation I can't handle. Being lost at the mercy of those you hardly know is a terrible feeling. A chilling feeling. A feeling that grows until it clouds your mind.
What a utterly disgusting man slut. That sick freak. I never wanted to see him ever again and I don't believe I ever will.
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NOTE: holy crap, I wasn't really expecting people to read this XD. It amuses me though, so I keep it here. It makes me laugh and reminecseblehbleh (wtf, can't spell).
I wrote this at the most ridiculous time of night (or morning....whichever ^^;;;; it was like...1-2 am ish? I don't quite remember). I guess I just had to get it out.
The "man whore" (ahaha) is in real life, my friend's ex-boyfriend. He's gross, he has sideburns, he does drugs, he's a "man whore", and he was the person she lost her virginity to. It really makes me sad...but she doesn't seem to mind that much. I really admire her though....even if she's done a lot of things that I don't really approve of. She's in charge of her own life though, and she knows what she's doing--that in itself deserves some applause. I find that whenever I do anything, I don't have my own opinion; it's like my mind is nothing but a mosaic of everyone else's opinions. I'm easily influenced and swayed so it doesn't take much to get me to do something >_< But she's different, even if people think badly of her, she just brushes it off. She does things for the sake of her own decisions.
I truly truly truly wish I had her strength. I really do. I remember when the first news broke out about her losing her virginity, I thought she was going to be at least incredibly distraught, perhaps a little silent and resistant to discussion. Instead, she just laughed, even when my (other) friend kept telling her, "you do know that his friends will think you're easy?" and something like "other girls will think you're a slut". She just gave my (other) friend a funny look and smiled, "I don't care". I was shocked, needless to say. I knew that if I had been asked the same questions, I would've cried....but I guess I'm still a kid, I can't quite connect sex with love. To me...they're two incredibly different things.
Sigh, but anyways, I've ranted long enough. I'll rant some more in another entry. =)
xKandieKissezx · Fri Oct 15, 2004 @ 08:56am · 1 Comments |
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