Clarise Darkwood
~ the daughter of Romulus Darkwood, the respescted astronomer and werewolf, and Vine, a cold-hearted phaerie.
Pandora Hart
~ the beloved daughter of two humans
Angel Fell
~ a confused archangel that fell with Lucifer to the earth and strayed from the path...
Render Ashes
~ an arsonist who went to hell for he never repented and saved Pandora
Chadoe Knight
~ a Desire Kaht who falls in love with Clarise
Tatum Swann
~ an oracle who warns the DreamTeam when powerful danger approaches
Stepan Mesen
~ a messenger who cares for them as well
1) never assume the things that people do
2) sleep can become a desire, not a daily activity...
3) a mrt can be infiltrated with "hard stomach" people...
4) it is impossible for work to have an ending to it...
5) it can be true that the calendar has one day missing...
6) but one can never go on like this forever!
You ever wonder if people would ignore you if they knew you wanted to kill yourself? Not that I want to kill myself. I simply wonder what it would be like if your closest friends woke up one day to find that you are not here no more, what would they do? Would they care then?
Dropping that depressing subject, I am uber-excited about this weekend! Next Saturday is Homecoming and I am going to with Robert, Taylor, and her boyfriend, Brian. Anyway, this Saturday I am going to go Homecoming dress shopping with Taylor and hopefully Clarissa. On Sunday, I want to go to Bay Area Fellowship Church with Clarissa and her family. And work on my #APWorld History project...Oh, joy. And on Monday have hot, heavy, wild, and passionate sex with Robert. I AM JUST KIDDING BY THE WAY! I'm still a virgen so call down guys. Anyway, I am mildly excited and can't wait so yeah. Bye. ♥
如果人只想活在自己想象的世界里,
那人也太可悲了吧?
因为那也只是个借口!
何必要编造那些容易被猜穿的谎言?
虽然真的不值得同情,
但还是得说声加油!
=)
说了又不听
听了又不懂
不懂又不问
问了又不做
做了又不对
不对又不认
认了又不改
改了又不服
不服又不说
=)
daddy and daughter were on a long journey on the bus... poor daughter cannot stand the long bus ride and so she fell asleep... when they are reaching their destination, daddy tried to wake daughter up. yet daughter throw her tantrum and refuse to wake up... smart daddy thought of a unique way to wake her up...
*squeeze squeeze nose*
haha... funny daddy tried to make her suffocate so that she can wake up... lol
but naughty daughter just have her way of throwing tantrum... so her daddy just had to drag her down the bus despite how unwilling she is to wake up
such loving daddy and daughter... thats the kind of parent-children relationship =D
a grandpa waiting at the bus stop... calling the name of his grandson when the bus came... he kept on calling until the bus drove off... there was still no sight of his grandson... he looked at his watch and continued waiting... looking very worried...
this is the torture of waiting...
please dont let the people around you wait... especially people who mean a lot to you...
i hope the grandpa manage to fetch his grandson =D
Luna♥
Clarise Greenwood
Clarise is a cursed phaerie's daughter with a missing father and a careless mother. Cursed by her mother in the womb she was born and thrown to the wolves of the forest of Timber. Her mother was consumed by her hatred of Romulus, Clarise's father, and ensured that whatever she came upon would shape her being. Romulus, the respected astronmer has not been heard of in many years and is presumed dead. Lily, her mother, cared little for her daughter and did not mind whether she lived nor died. Clarise was abandoned at birth and left to die. She would have died if it were not for the love of the wolves who found her. Raised by wolves, she grew to be a powerful being. With all of the powers and magick of an earthen bound phaerie and the upbringing of wolves, she has the potential to rule. Fierce like the wolves that raised her and unforgiving like the mother that left her, Clarise is a cold-hearted girl who trusts nothing that walks on two feet.
愛かぁ・・。
ちゃんと愛せるかな。自分も、相手も・・・。
いろんな意味で「無償の愛」ね。
自分をまず信じて、あげなくちゃ。愛してあげなくちゃ。見えないよね。
相手からも愛されない。信じられない。
ありのままに愛せる自分をこつこつ築き上げるだけなんだな。
自分を磨くだけなんだな。
ショパン前奏曲集を最近は散歩のお供になるけど、ショパンは周りの風景を主役に
してくれる名脇役なのだと、再確認する。
もちろん主役級な名曲ばかりなんだけど、聴きながら町を眺めていると、
自然な形で映像を引き立てるなんとも力強い脇役になってくれるのだ。
何てことない日々の町並みが、映画のワンシーンのような、意味のある町並みへと
何かの物語の中に私がいるような感覚になるのだ。
もちろん、ベートーベンもモーツアルトも、ブラームスも大好きなんだけど・・・。
脇役にはならないのだ。音楽が優先してしまう。町並みなんてぜんぜん気にならな
い。音楽に没頭してしまうのだ。聴き入ってしまう。それはそれで気持ち良いんだけ
ど・・・。
でもショパンはふっと、目の中に視界が広がっていくのだ。映像もちゃんと入ってく
る。この感覚・・・。まるで詩を聞いているみたい。
町の木が、花が、目に入ってくる。 太陽の光、風に触れる感覚。
こんなに音楽を愛せるんだ。無償に。
音楽を愛するように自分を愛してみよう。
I remember I met Clarissa in the sixth grade. We were friends but not too close. She was friends with Katrina. I had her for my fourth period Beginning Theater Arts class. We had one of the best teachers ever: Ms. Wendy Annette Bable. My most vivid first memory of Clarissa AKA Short Stuff is when she came to pick me up for a rehearsal. She was wearing a bright purple shirt with weird designs on it. I wore loose fitting jeans and a medium white shirt.
Now, Clarissa, or should I say *tink* or volfie(German version of wolfie), is my best friend, more like my sister, but whatever. She is fifteen and so beautiful(not that she wasn't pretty in sixth grade).
I remember I met Robert in the eight grade, though I had seen him around in the seventh grade. He was always quiet and had that bad boy look. The first time I remember actually talking to him was at the beginning of eighth when this girl in front of me turned around and told me to give a note to him to pass to Elora. The girl was Justine. I know who she is now. Anyway, he had his head down and looked so beautiful. *sighs* Well, mission accomplished and I talked to him that day.
me:*psst* Robert. Pass this to Elora.
Rob: Okay.
Aren't I amazing? I had him for second and third period and sixth and seventh period. I sat right behind him in Math(6th and 7th). I was paired with Kassandra for math buddies. She is really smart but it takes her awhile to understand things. Robert sat with Matthew Motemayor. Matthew was -is- annoying beyond all possible imagining. Well, not annoying, but really talkative.
Matthew: *psst* *whisper* Chicken! Oh, my God! Chicken.
Robert:*giggle*
Kassandra and I: Huh?
Miss Montalvo AKA our Eight Grade Mathematics teacher: Kassandra! Amanda! Hush!
Do you see the injustice? No, Miss Montalvo was really cool. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be passing Algebra 1 right now. She got her stuff done, you know? Anyway, I sat behind Matthew and Kassandra sat behind Robert. Kassandra and Robert were relatively good friends, so they talked a bit. I remember the first real conversation we had was about anime. I was recounting what had happened in the latest episode of eureka seveN when he turned around to listen. I didn't mind. I get curious too.
Rob: My favorite anime is D.N.Angel. Have you heard of it?
me: Nuh-uh.
I was too shy to talk to him! I was embarrassed. I wasn't at all pretty. I felt ugly as hell. He continued to tell us about D.N. Angel but I only half listened. I was afraid he was noticing my ugliness.
I also remember how later on in the year, we were all moved to a four desk table. I sat with Robert, Mike, and Willie. Mike is a really good friend of his whom I think is the cutest. Not in a bad way. I just think he's sweet. Now, Willie. He was an ASSHOLE. Sorry, but it's true. All he ever did was talk and demand the answers for things. But because Mike and Robert sat there together, Willie was a tad nicer. Robert and Mike were loud people. My table was always being told to quiet down by Miss Montalvo. I was silent and shy.
I remember all I wore was corduroy skinny khaki pants and white polos. My Converse and an array of belts. Robert wore loose fitting khaki pants with either dark green Wynn Seale shirts or white or gray polos. He looked beautiful. Sorry, lovefest going on.
I would also hear Mike mentioning the name Erika and Robert becoming silent and stony-looking. I wondered who Erika was. Probably his ex-girlfriend. Or something. When I asked timidly, passing it off as just being curious, he shook his head and didn't answer.
He called me a few days later. I had never even given him my phone number. I wasn't even there. I was at my friend Akira's house. When I got home, late as usual, my father was angry. He said a guy named Robert had called. My father had never heard me talk about Robert, so he thought that he was stalking me. I quickly dismissed the thought of Robert ever calling my house and said it must have been a coincidence.
When I got to school the next day and walked into the courtyard, he smiled at me and said he called me yesterday. I didn't smile. I was afraid. I suddenly feared he had found out that I liked him and would make fun of me.
me:*in a small voice* How did you get my number?
Rob: I called Andrew to give me Alex's phone number because I thought she might have yours. Why? Did I get you in trouble?
I didn't answer and looked away. So he had gone through all of that trouble just to talk to me? Maybe he liked me after all. I didn't catch his call until a few days later when I actually came home early. We -he- talked until eleven o' clock at night. It was very interesting. He laughed a lot.
As the friendship progressed, I got him to tell me about Erika. He had her met in the seventh grade. She was beautiful and, in his words, a sweetheart. I wish I was a sweetheart. He would see her in the courtyard at our middle school and he would talk to her in the mornings.
He told me he was falling in love with her and she didn't seem to catch the hint. Sounds like me. I'm really dense and slow at understanding things. But other guys liked her, too. She had naturally black hair with scarlet highlights. That was her natural hair color. Dark eyes and pale white milky skin. Slightly taller than me. A big butt and big breasts. She had the bust x waist x hips ratio of a Victoria's Secret model. She was so intensely beautiful.
Because Robert couldn't figure out how to tell her, he wrote her a note. He wrote it in the best hand-writing he could muster and gave it to her...
She read the letter out loud to people and laughed about it... And he still loved her.
So he became friends with the famous Laura Valerio when she prevented him from joining into a fight. He would have gotten into a lot of problems if the had joined the beating of a guy(James) that was plainly making fun of him. Others had heard him talking shit(the rest of the eight grade football team) and joined in to beat up James.
But Laura stopped him. And basically patched up every wound, checked if he was still breathing, made sure he could walk, and sent him on his way. And in return, Robert loved her with all of his heart and did everything for her. When he asked if she could be his girlfriend, her response was that she didn't know him well enough. Yet, she got with this other guy a few days later. I think his name was Margarito.
Then...He met Ashley. I honestly do not know how many times she has failed the eighth grade. I don't even want to ask her age. She doesn't look fourteen. She was in the eighth grade when I was in the seventh grade and so forth. I'm i the ninth grade now and she's still in the eight grade. Eighteen next year maybe? I don't know. But she was with Robert for four months and used and abused him. At the end, she wanted to break up with her, but he broke up with her before she could. He told me they hardly ever talked and she was his first kiss. She always smelt like fish because she had a job in a resraunt that required that she handle fish. She had bad taste in clothes. Corset with bagy jeans? No. Fishnet and Converse? No. Ick. None of his friends liked her.
Following that was his depression that led him to trust no one and consider suicide. He was manipulative and stony-faced. Well, this depression occured twice. After Erika first, then following Ashley. During one of the endless nights where he stayed on myspace.com he met this girl. He was so manipulative that he convince her that she was bi-sexual...So mean.
And after that was the beautiful Kathleen with the abusive boyfriend. He was her comfort and he would hold her hand. So he thought that when she broke up with him he would be her boyfriend. Turns out, she never broke up with him and he got a call at four in the morning from her boyfriend. He told to him to stay the hell away from his girlfriend. His response: Okay... Goodnight.
And then after that came me, the shy one with the hair. He said he thought I was interesting and made him laugh a lot. I've been with him for over a year now and I think I've caused him the most heartache any other has. I'm difficult. But he must love me if he has put up with me for so long or maybe he just doesn't know how to break up.
When I started high school, I met my better half. He's more than a best friend but not a definitely not a boyfriend. It is an odd relationship. It is not a brother/sister relationship because I've been in one of those and this feels nothing like it. His name is Corey, but he likes being called YamaMayaa. I am happy I took German,otherwise I would never have met him. I sat behind him the first day of school. I turned around and said hello as brightly as possible. I gave me this look like he was going to swallow me hole for coming to close. I remember vivid red hair and (let's hope this doesn't sound corny) peircing blue eyes that seem to change color depending on the day. He had his arms crossed and looked angry that I dared speak to him, so I quickly turned around in fear before he ripped me apart.
I learned later that he sometimes just looks that way. *giggle* He told me later that he was just surprised someone was talking or him or soemthing like that. During the week before Christmas break, we became friends and I spilled my heart and its contents into his hands. I was surprised he didn'y break it like so many others had. He would walk me to the bus stop, where I would take it to go to Wynn Seale to visit younger students at my middle school. On th last day, he gave me a folded piece of paper with numbers scratched inside. I can't remember when I called him, but I did and after that it was hard to stop talking to him(not that I wanted to).
Later I learned that Clarissa liked someone and kept having a dream telling her so. It was Corey - him: YAMAMAYAA! GET IT RIGHT*throws shoe at me* me: *is hit and killed on contact*...just kidding - that she loved and I immediatley devised a plan - me: Let's pretend I did! - to bring them together. Well let's just say that the outcome was Corey having to carry Clarissa home because her puny legs couldn't support her enormous ass...ah-ha.
And the following days were of happiness. Where my life was sweet...For about three days. As a wise man once said, "Would happiness be as sweet if it were not for the bitterness of despair?"
