Herro. C:

Rawr~!
Liking the new layout? :D

CA: "Yes! :D"

I've always wanted to change the theme.... Black was getting a bit bland. =3=
So what do you think?
I was actually planning on somthing more destiny island-espue but ths will do ^^

Ja matta ne~
Puppet.

Queen's Garden.

\sigh.
I feel... Light.
Really, really light.
Maybe I blew off a little too much steam, but I guess its better than trying to manage a hot head again..

It feels nice to be able to think clearly again. Who cares if I don't know what I want for tomorrow? I'll face it when the day comes.
Time can work its magic... Right?

I have finally rekindled a fail trait in me. My horrible painting skills.
I can't make head or tails with anything. Full stop.
Just staring at my badly painted hibiscus kinda put me off painting... So I just took my brush, washed it and soaked it in water, wet the hibiscus and simple wiped it off with a piece of tissue.
Lekxky, you are one smart cookie. =_=
\facepalm

Then, I realized that it looked kinda cool with the paint stain. So I wanted to make a burnt effect. (Stares at stove behind me)
That... Did not work.
The it started sizzling because I left my painting on a burning hot stove.
Once again, I would never cease to amuse myself whilst trying to destroy the house. =_=

I won't ask myself about my Japanese external tomorrow.
Ignorance is bliss.... For now. C:

Adieu,
Puppet.

Aftermath.

I didn't prepare and lost. Instead of enduring with the loss, I let fear overcome myself. Fear leads to obsession with power, obsession beckons darkness. In the end, who suffered? Me.

I have no right to throw the cold shoulder to anyone.

What else is darkness but hate and rage?

I'm sorry.

母。御免なさい。本当に、私は未熟な人だった。残念な事をしました。
本当に、本当に、御免なさい。
許して下さい！

Reflection.

Pride. Honor. Endurance.

Long ago, mankind have been living their lives in hopes of acceptance, in hopes of being one of them. The women and children stayed at home and tend to house chores, waiting for the head of the family to arrive home from a long day's work. To be able to bring bread to the table and work from dawn to dusk was an important job. To be able to draw swords and fight for your country was called an honor.

A girl's way of gaining honor was to make her parents proud. Back then, when girls dared not stand up, they were taught the basics of home economics, but never philosophy. However, today is a different day. Women are able to climb to the top and show the world their achievements, able to bring honor to their families.

I want to arrive home every day, knowing that my parents are proud of what I have done. I want to sleep each night, knowing that my parents are able to enjoy the fruits of their hard work and that they have raised their child well. This world today is brimming with opportunities to seek and chances to grab.No longer will I ever bring shame to my family name.

I will fight for my country with fruit of the spirit and the waters of knowledge and wisdom. For the pen is mightier that the sword, and words sharper than any obsidian dagger. Mama please do not weep anymore, for the clouds and guardians above weep with you. One day, I will return home from a long journey and you will see. You will see your child all grown up. All that effort put into a small seed nurtured with love, water and sunshine will bloom into flower.

Mum, Dad, I am ready to bring honor to your name.

"I used up all my sick leaves and called in dead."

I seriously cannot wait any longer for holidays.
Because of music being on the last day of NCEA, I am unable to rest in peace. Every time I think of my year 10 days' end creeping in closer and closer, I end up thinking about all the work to do. Work, work work.

This is by far the shortest blog post I've ever had. Maybe its because I don't have much to write about these days... Things have been the same old average Joe.

P.s. Hello Nadiah. Liking my blog so far? =_=