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JASMINE/YUKI-KO
A proud 4B'ian in heart, mind and soul~
Diagnosed with insanity, split personality since 24 Jan 91.
Game, anime, manga, fanfic lover.
Ships YAOI, BL, SHOUNEN-AI in general.
Draws, eats, sleeps, shits, sprouts nonsense, reads.
Sings(?), acts(?), dreams, being a general fucktard.
Wants to open a:
+ Coscafe
+ Orphanage
Wants to be a:
+ Counselling Psychologist
+ Fu Tai Tai(br>
+ Wife/Mother/Grandmother
Wants to do:
+ Take over the world
+ Experience what it feels like to be a guy for a day
+ Engage in YAOI!!!
+ Get married
+ Have at least 5 kids.
+ Be a goddess XD
+ slimming!
+ Cosplay
Things that she wants to see before she dies:
+ World Peace
+ Reduced Poverty
+ Her kids
Places to see before she dies:
+ Germany
+ Egypt
+ China(historical sites)
+ Italy
+ Russia
+ Japan
+ Thailand
+ Ireland
+ France
+ Museum of Sex XD
+ Benaki Museum(Greece)
Places to see after she dies:
+ Babylon
+ Egpyt
+ Heaven
Questions to ask the GOD(s)/GODDESS(es) in charge after she dies:
+ Who made the world?
+ Who made the pyramids?
+ Are there really life in space?
+ What do they do?
+ Can she have cookies in the afterlife?
+ Can she go and create her own puesdo-world?
+ Can they fall in love with mortals?
+ Are the myths real?
+ Are there really parallel worlds?
+ Do we really create new worlds by just thinking about them?
+ Is the dreamscape a reality, or reality the dreamscape?
+ Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
+ Can someone take her to see the history of the world in its entire-ty, in its exact time?
+ Who was she in her past/pastpast/pastpastpast (etc) life?
+ Why is there a prostate gland in a guy's ass if homo-sex is frowned upon?
TALOS GRYFALCRON
Who am I? Stupid question. Who are you?
Frankly if you want to know, pansy named me Hatsubame Matsurika.
Fuckin' tongue twister, I know.
Kratos would've been cool, 'cept some creature who called himself 'God of War' took it already.
So damn. I've got a female name.
Even though I'm a fuckin' MALE.
But call me Talos anyway.
I'm a fuckin' demon, unfortunately, trapped within a pansy ass mortal, who insists that i do not scar people IRL.
What? You don't like it? THEN FUCKIN' LEAVE ALREADY!
Tch...
About me?
Are you kidding mortal?
There is nothing nice at all to know about me.
I kill pink bunnies and eat them for breakfast.
But, nooooooooooooooooo, my pansy host, decides that bunnies are cute, and should not be eaten.
Who is the pansy?
Tch, Jasmine of course!
18 years of age soon, and she still hasn't grown ANY backbone yet!
Oh the horror!
And I'll let you in on a secret...
She is actually pretty evil on the inside.
Don't tell her i told you.
That's why I choose her.
The potential for evilness.
But like i said, she's too much a pansy and self-conscientious to do anything.
Anyway, a warning for you.(She threatened me to tell you.)
I'm rabid, I'm psycho and I'm not nice.
I'll bite anyone i want, and NOBODY can stop me!
Scratch that. Jasmine can.
Tch, self-introduction done.
Can i get on to my fuckin' bashing now?!
The insanity begins.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
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So near yet so far, So cliche yet so true.
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So naive to think that i could stop remembering. Too naive to think that if i stashed it at the back of my mind, It would stay there, Maybe disintergrate while I'm pretending it didn't exist.
Guess i didn't realise how much such things affected me ya?
Thought it was okay, thought i lived through it already. Didn't help the bus trip back though. My eyes threatened to water. Sighx. So much for having a faulty tap in place of my eyes.
I'm not kidding when i say i dream about... some people. Sometimes i remember them, but it's really fuzzy, Unclear.
I don't remember all events in my dreams, But i do know that most of them were sad, Tragic, Screams, Moonlight, Darkness, Destruction.
Sometimes i remember dreaming about DA being invaded, My people enslaved. Other times, I'd be out on an adventure with friends, And i lose them one by one.
Or I'd be caught, And nobody would be there to save me.
And memories. Memories i had are all distorted. People inside screaming they hate me.
Only once in a while, i get nice dreams. Of sweetness.
But those with you in it, It's always disturbed, those memories. It always starts off sugar-coated, Then it rots after a while. And by the time it ends and i wake up, I'd be crying, but for what, i can't really pinpoint.
Why? I don't know. Maybe I'm just a sadist at heart.
