listened to 'hakuu' (taniyama kishou x takeuchi ken), which was surprisingly good.
i seriously love takeuchi ken's dramas. somehow he can inject so much sincerity into his voice that the uke roles that he does sound so real, so genuine, that the whole drama seems to come alive, and you feel his character so much that when he cries, you feel like crying too. okay, i used alot of hyperboles, but this is relative to many uke roles i've heard, the kind that when i hear the seiyuu go '愛している' to his seme, i roll my eyes haha.
quite scary to know that people can say 'i love you' so convincingly without meaning it. wonder how many people do so everyday.
聞いた時、ドキっときた。
i understand your intentions, you always meant well. (i think). which is why i swallow my disappointment and bite back the urge to make other biting comments and let out all the black feelings i harbour everytime you do this.. breathe in, breathe out. in. out. silence is golden.
effening~
why wasnt i born male?
cold, very cold, figuratively.
i miss them badly.
wonder how they're doing.
how i wish i can hurry play nationals, finish A' levels, and graduate without looking back, leaving all the misery and 不安 behind, taking only the few good memories along with me.
また一年が過ぎようとしている。クラスにだれにも心が開けないままだ。オレと一緒に勉強をしたり、食事をとったり、話したり、笑ったり、授業に出たりする人は、まだ親友だといえない。いつもそばにいるいい友なはずなんだけど、時々余所余所しい遠い存在に感じる。
辛い時に、支えてくれないだろう。
こんな弱虫は、来年をどうやって一人で乗り越えるんだろう。
神様、一人ではなにもできそうにないので、どうか見守ってください。
watched vampire knight guilty ep 7.
suddenly can draw many parallels between kuran kaname, edward from meyer's twilight series and some of the vampires from anne rice's novels.
tall, fair, dark haired, deep and mysterious, deceptively gentle, slightly creepy, and very powerful. and there's this disturbing eroticism ever present in vampire tales, which somehow makes these characters sexier.
the fangirls' reactions will be very predictable hahaha.
and i'm a guilty victim :o.
kuran kaname, night class's dorm head
rueful, but i dont seem to have any choice but to turn into a female demon equivalent on tuesday, wednesday, and friday mornings.
*_* i see tussles with people whom i love, unpleasant confrontations and hurt feelings already, all on the horizon. you can be sure i'm not looking forward to those.
but we're so weak; mentally, physically, stickwork wise, that it gives me frissons. i've tried to give up on using brute force to help push the team in shape, but since the soft approach doesnt bring forth results, i wont hold back now.
NJfloorball, you know i love you girls, so it's okay even if you all dont understand now. =<
覚悟はしておいたのさ。
have very interesting purple contusion marks all over me, all floorball shaped complete with cuts for each hole on the ball. honestly i wouldnt mind more, because it would have meant i had blocked more shots. this is on top of an ailing ankle and very very tired thigh muscles. have returned to the keeper position for 2 weeks already. and sometimes, esp during certain drills (am convinced that certain drills are designed to kill the keeper. imagine the faking-past-the-keeper drill, it's like a penalty shot during which the player can pull back the ball and basically screw the keeper in any way she likes), i feel like i'm some retard rolling around in the dirt on the floor on her knees in desperation, trying to best someone who can run circles around me and who could whack the ball into the goal faster than i can throw it out.
and yes, again having to deal with the blow that somes with every time i hear the ball come into contact with the net behind. and having to dig out the ball from the net after the failure.
have to make up for lack of talent and size with hard work and sacrifice.
waner dear, you can do it ;D
dear God, please give me strength and hold back my tears.
one team, one dream; one heart, one soul # <3 you
