Protected: Rough translation of a certain scene in volume 9 of Kamui. February 20, 2007
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Random spoilers. *lifted from my LJ* February 18, 2007
I woke up at 3 p.m. feeling rather crabby. My air-cond wasn’t functioning properly… due to my mis-setting the controls. Gah, I woke up all sweaty….
Went straight to my beloved Yzak the computer.. And did god knows what….
Had my bath, and went to KLCC… Met my uncle and auntie and random cousin. Proceeded to Kinokuniya where I bought my LONG AWAITED since LAST YEAR mangas which are Kamui volume 6 and Category: Freaks volume 3 ^^. Also grabbed Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories volume 2. Yanagi is a hottie, and so is Asagi.
SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
biased fangirl’s review of Kamui volume 6
Heeee loved the scene where Hyde *not the singer* licked Yanagi’s fingers… *drools*. Found out Yanagi’s surname too. It’s Kuryu… weird name. I have this strange feeling that Yanagi is an “ultimate coordinator” just like Kira Yamati *ew*. He was born in a lab, has perfect IQ… yeah. His shortcoming? Nyeh, unable to reach Utsuho despite his position as Utsuho’s right hand man.
Not to worry. At least he has Hyde loving and caring over him! Despite Hyde being constantly slandered, belittled, bla bla, he still cares for Yanagi. He’d never let Yanagi get hurt, as shown in the part where he shielded his beloved Yanagi from harm. Also, after Yanagi was physically and mentally injured by Atsuma, he wrapped Yanagi up with his looooong scarf, and proceeded to carry him… BRIDAL STYLE!!!!! Kyaaaah! Loved that part…
The scene worked so well with the lines that Yanagi said…. “… So just listen to my orders. And watch me until you can no longer move. Stay with me until he very end. Protect only me.”
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW~~~~~!!!! *yaoi fangirl mode activate*
biased fangirl’s review of Category: Freaks volume 3
Ok, in this volume we discover that Asagi, the Prince of the east and Izumi are… bi, and perverts. Even more shocking is that they revealed Asagi’s past! Cna you believe that Asagi has been around for more than 70 years? Gah. And that he, Hatoba and Masoho were actually in a team together? And that their team also included Amano’s great grandpa? Who IMO looks like Amano?
The most shocking revelation was the discovery that Asagi’s dad is the Prince of the East. Even scarier, the reason the Prince hates freaks so much is because he, a stand, fell in love with a human who got killed by a freak. That woman was… you guessed it. Asagi’s mom.
In case you care, the Black freaks were destroyed, and Hainuwele is still at large. Owh, the colour page has a nice pic of Tokiko looking like Enma Ai. Scary much.
biased fangirl’s review of Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories volume 2
Mweh, nothing worth fangirling about in this volume……
END SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Geh, waited a while then went to Mandarin Oriental for Yee Sang. Due to my exposure to Chinese culture and traditions, I actually knew how to yee sang, while my parents stared at the pile of veggies. Ate a lot of crabs…. Owh, you should totally try the durian pancakes!!!! Damn yummy!
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That’s it. Owh yeah. I got my Final Fantasy IX eboot. tee hee heee……
And I bet Tasha wants a certain Hyde dvd from me….
320 GBs of storage baby!
A gentle caress February 5, 2007
It was so soft, so gentle…. yet rough and undefined….
It was nothing like what I could offer….
Touching my skin, barely there, but giving me a strange and comforting warmth, shielding me from harm.
I wanted more, and thus violently held on to my source of heat, exposing my self unintentionally.
Feeling a slight nip of cold wind, I shifted about, my source of gentle warmth unmoving. I tuck my head slightly under the frame of the other, savouring all that the other had to offer.
Another gush of coldness sprang upon me. I couldn’t sleep. I huddled around for a soothing tepidity, but alas, no amount of shifting about could bring me the refuge I seek.
Enough was enough, I slowly muttered, casting my diminishing source of warmth aside. I smiled as I latched on another, bigger and more fulfilling in so many ways, yet more tender and soft, gentle and light.
Tucking my head once more, I smiled contently, thinking why I even bothered with the one before, as the rejected one lay forgotten somewhere in the room. Blissfully, I fell asleep.
Epilogue:
Hearing the alarm ringing beside me, I reach out to my phone to silence it. Ah, the wonders of technology. Why have an alarm clock and a phone when one can have both? I casted my comforter off my body, and proceeded to fold it quickly, yet neatly.
My eyes then darted on the floor, where a forgotten blanket lie in silence…..
Haa haa so what do you think?
The touch…. February 1, 2007
This is a true story. It really happened to me.
I felt my thoughts ringing at the back of my head. Lingering amongst the small crevices, cold as ice. The more I thought, the worse the pain. My thoughts weren’t coherant anymore.
I felt my fingertips ache, moving non-chalantly, applying pressure so slight, as to not hurt the other one.
I felt the other springing to my response, but that was to be expected. I sighed, wanting to do more, and to produce more than what I have expected.
I move my delicate fingers around again, roaming and exploring every single crevice and area, a touch here and there. Sometimes I touch a forbidden area, and make such ugly voices come out. I shush them with hard touches, and it seem to please the other.
At times, I do stop. Rest a while if you may call it. But the other just stares at me. Begging me to finish. I sigh, running my fingers through the short length of my hair. I mouth out, do you want me to continue? I hear no reply, but I assume it was a yes.
I could feel the other burning, heating up madly, while I feverishly continued my ministrations, nary a complain from the other. I paused a while to stretch, while the other showered me with it’s vulnerability. The other simply could not finish off without me.
The other needed me.
But I didn’t need the other.
Giving a final touch, I left the other unfinished, unfulfilled. Insensitive like a hound, I went to bed, and pulled the sheets over my head, allowing another to play with the one unfulfilled.
Epilogue.
I woke up with a searing pain in my head. Curses, a headache. That’s what I get for sleeping late. I sigh slightly as I heaved myself to the chair in front of my desk. I switched on my monitor and stared at my assignment.
Damn, it’s only half done.
Proclaimation of change. February 1, 2007
This blog will now be a place only for opinions, fiction, fanfiction and the like……
For actually drabbles or emo-ing, visit my LJ here….
