Soliloqui

[From: Reverie]

Didn’t do so well last quarter, but things will change. I love starting anew, starting clean, spotless record. That’s why video games are so fun. Game over? Start again. Screwed up a move? Go back. Too bad life doesn’t work that way.
I don’t know if I should disable comments. The spam is hitting hard. I don’t care for blackjack or poker, so just leave me alone >=O I also want to switch over to wordpress. Less bugs, more features, or so I hear. Though it might be easier to just start a new blog instead of converting from b2 or wordpress.
I’ve been in a creative writing mood. Mostly tsubasa fanfiction ideas are floating about.

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“Are you coming back, omoni?”
“Chunhyang-chan, I would not go if I knew I wasn’t coming back. That would be selfish of me.”
“Well, if there’s something you have to do, omoni, don’t worry about me!”
“I’ll be back soon, Chunhyang.”
“But what if you don’t?”
“I will.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Chunhyang, I’m sure. Now please go back to the house. I’ll be home soon.”
“I’ll wait for you and you can teach me more magic when you get back, right?”
“Of course. Now, run along. I’ll be back before you know it.”
Chunhyang jolted awake and shivered under the covers. It had been a while since she had had that memory, that dream. She had worked too hard to strengthen herself by forgetting, ridding herself of thoughts that she knew would only weaken her.
It had been one week since Syaoran and his friends left Koryo. The house was empty again, musky and collecting dust in obscure corners.
The oppression was gone; political rest was finally in order. The people were pacified, but she couldn’t calm her own heart. A new fire had erupted from the smoldering ashes of hatred towards the ryanban.
She had to learn more, be more, defeat more. To be greater than her mother, greater than the kishim. This new ambition was the fire that raged in her core. This time it wasn’t about revenge.
It was about herself.
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Christine @ 11:23:19 PM.

[From: Reverie]

I really wanted to blog, but I really have nothing to say. I’ve been getting a slew of spam in my comments. All of them went to my “Got Holiday Spirit?” entry and I don’t know why they keep targeting it. Maybe because it was my last entry of 2004? Eh, that’s all I can figure right now.
I’ve come to the realization that bloggers rant too fucking much. Here’s me being hypocritical again, but I really don’t ‘rant’ as much as some other people do. It’s pretty sick when you think about it. It’s like we all have nothing to say but to complain about this person and that person who sucks because they do this and that. It’s like they feel superior to the ones they are ranting about.
*I don’t think I could have gotten that message across without ranting myself @.@*
I’ve been hanging around Minitokyo a lot because I like looking and making wallpapers. I think I try too hard to be good at everything. It just doesn’t work sometimes. The way I am is this: I can do a little bit of a lot of things, but not well.
ShadowCache will be revamped sometime soon (I hope).
Furuba Love! should be up by the time Tokyopop finishes releases all volumes (Note: This equals a long time).
I should be studying for midterms now but my motivation level is -57%. So I think I’ll attend to my cup noodles before it gets cold

Christine @ 12:23:29 PM.

[From: Reverie]

I tried *sigh* ;_; Squeezed out exactly 200 words, including the title.

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Finding Heaven

She gripped the cold steel of the railing, taking in the feel of accumulated rust against her tender hands. A slight breeze swept through her soft hair. Turning to me, she smiled. “Do you believe in heaven?”

I stood there, hands in my pockets, unable to comprehend the reason for her to ask such a question. “I suppose. I mean, there’s gotta be more than just this.”

“Yeah…” She tossed around the notion in her mind.

“Why do you ask? Do you think there’s a heaven?”

“Mm, I was just thinking that I’m lucky,” her eyes were focused on the far waters below the bridge we were standing on.

“How so?” I put my hand over hers, which was still tightly clutching the metal. Her skin was icy to the touch.

“I get to find out today.” She set another smile upon me, and at that very moment I knew. There is no other heaven but you! But it was too late to tell her that.

All I could do was watch. I watched gravity take hold of her frail body. I watched her plunge headfirst through the glassy dark water.

I pray that she found her heaven.

Christine @ 07:03:11 PM.