Thursday, July 21, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Møvies, møvies, & møre møvies....
Few days ago, I searched the web to find the movie "Surviving with the wolves" only finding bits and pieces and lastly to the summary; the full video was impossible to find, to my abilities. This was the best I've gotten to finding, and I must say I greatly adore and fallen for lovely Misha, The film is beautiful in my opinion unlike to the author and her background drama that I'd like to keep out of my head that ruins the flow of my imagination of what I have perceive through the film.
In the end, I ended up adopting the young and fruitful child in to my world, with beautiful strawberry blond hair unwrapped from a blood red drapes; surrounded in freshly bloomed red roses, holding her Mama wolf's remaining.
Not long after I ended up watching the whole 'Millennium series' from 'The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo' to 'The Girl Who Played with Fire' and lastly 'The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets' Nest' where each movie lasted at least 2 hours/more each.... I doodled here and there while watching.
Though Misha was finely drawn on a piece of scrap paper, I know its only right to give her, her proper space soon in the future.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
**Emails before set on private please**
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Upon the midnight tick of Spring/Summer the gates shall close.

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If you do desire to stay beside the sleepless world
and share the candle lit secrets






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Venturing the Puzzled Mazed Mansion of The Restless Prince....
My Loyal Butler Robert shall escort you with pleasure.




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' Restless DayDreams coiled by the Honey White Roses '
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Upon the midnight tick of Spring/Summer the gates shall close.

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If you do desire to stay beside the sleepless world
and share the candle lit secrets






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Venturing the Puzzled Mazed Mansion of The Restless Prince....
My Loyal Butler Robert shall escort you with pleasure.




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' Restless DayDreams coiled by the Honey White Roses '
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Friday, February 18, 2011

Androgynous 9th Grader, A Leo of July.
Goes to one of the most Prestigious school in Tokyo.
One of the top students at school,
But only cuz it keeps the teachers shut from telling him what to do,
So he never tries hard enough to get the 1st place,
Cuz thats just a pain, in his opinion.
Likes to drink, smoke, experiment.
Always late to class.
Good at fighting but never the one to provoke one.
Easily makes friends but takes a loyalty to win his trust.
Lazy and enjoys being a hermit, a hoarder, a night owl.
Hates tedious things, repetition, and interrogating actions.
Thinks a lot of things are a pain.
Hates tedious things, repetition, and interrogating actions.
Thinks a lot of things are a pain.
Likes cornered spots, and can never seem to stay still.
Has a Mood swing like a Split personality.
With A Public, Private, Secret life.

Wears what he wants, Does what he wants.
Doesn't really have a gender preference.
But when it comes to Love, He's a romanticist.
He believes in a soulmate.
But that doesn't stop him from physical pleasure & experimentation.
But always knows, safety first.
In his own way.
Thats the life, I should have.
(Lovely SeraFuku from S.Jin <3)
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Restless the Sleepless Prince.
As the sun sets, the candles would lit one by one,
and they will gather in one room at the peek of midnight,
Where I would be resting, sipping tea, passing my restless nights.
Slowly grasping for my attention with their tip of their waxed fingers,
it would start whispering to my pierced wounded ear.
Whispering secrets that are carried under this old mazed mansion that I live in with my Loyal Butler Robert.
Secrets, stories, past lives that lived here before me would be told...
the past lonesome prince that reminds me of myself,
the curious child who creeped in to this walls and is still in search,
and many other oddities that I have yet to hear until the next coming sunset, and the next, the next, the next.... one by one I would hear and listen, till my eyes would finally shut for that rare short blissful slumber, till my next nightmare would wake me up, where it will once again continue....
Where I would be resting, sipping tea, passing my restless nights.
Slowly grasping for my attention with their tip of their waxed fingers,
it would start whispering to my pierced wounded ear.
Secrets, stories, past lives that lived here before me would be told...
the past lonesome prince that reminds me of myself,
and many other oddities that I have yet to hear until the next coming sunset, and the next, the next, the next.... one by one I would hear and listen, till my eyes would finally shut for that rare short blissful slumber, till my next nightmare would wake me up, where it will once again continue....
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