I had a dream last night, I was arguing with my parents about my admission slip when my father lost his head he teared the paper into four pieces. It made me mad so I took the paper back to my room and I rested there for abit I thought I feel asleep when I saw something outside the window, It was dark, big and I think it had scales of some sort but I guess it was only its tail. When I finally got out of the room my mother came at me yelling trying to find my admission slip so when I told her what happened and yelled at me again to bring it back to them. So, I did but I almost forgot where I placed it. I tried very hard searching for it inside my room when a thought hit me then I searched inside my tarot cards box and there I found it intact together but still torned and so I rushed out and brought it to them. The scene had change from room to kitchen and they were there cooking something...

OneSelf

"To be, or not to be, that is the question" ~ Shakespeare's Hamlet In becoming who we are, molded by a thousand hands yet came from one single parent, We are entities of some kind of Entity. Pitiful, I am to have failed my exams, crossed my love, and denied my kin. In fact, I should've told some one about this but my mind and heart says to keep it within for no one shall see what has been nor will they understand. I have tried to tell my dirty little secrets but the worse it has been misunderstood and by that I promised not to tell. I may LIE and that is a fact. Lying is an art, a skill, a virtue of some sort, and also the greatest gift and curse a mortal can ever have. Yes, my pretties lying is a natural ability of all flesh and blood. Tis different from cunningness, from being smart, quick, and blight. But dont we all have the ability to be one or more of these virtues? Disagree all you want but never deny the fact that YOU, in some circumstances, has done this to your family, friends, colleagues and even your SELF. "Thus conscience does make cowards of us all" ~ Shakespeare's Hamlet Let us continue on being One Self...well basically we have body of our own, a mind of our own and decisions we ought to make ourselves right? But the world we live in is filled with people. People who die for others, live for others, serve others, kill others, and so much more to say the least! And why do we fail to see our own self? Why do you agree that you are the spitting image of your FATHER or MOTHER... Why do you follow who is leading? Why do you agree? Why do you try? Because you are trying to be your Self Who are we anyways?

I came home feeling empty after hanging out with my friends at the mall. Everyone was having fun but I don't think the birthday girl was although she gave off a calm aura. It's been a month since we all last saw each other but it feels like eons!!! I had trouble making up my head whether I should go or not, but then I really wanted to wear my goth-fits yet my mom she told me I couldn't and she wouldn't chaperone me even if she wanted cause of that. It totally sucked we had a fit over cause I complained while throwing a fit behind her she overheard it and came back to punch me but she didn't and thank goodness! After that I cried myself to sleep (Hahaha ^__^;) When I think about it I know I was in the wrong I couldn't explain the things I really wanted to- even towards those open minded ones I really can't it must be because I have trouble communicating with people ( Though I'm kinda superficial in talking...). It was trippy last night cause I was blaming him suddenly since I brought him up on a conversation with a friend I never realized I was just hurting myself again. Those mental and emotional torments we're happening with a twist of negativeness... And I came to her birthday hang-out at the arcade saw a lot of fashionized teenage confirmist some wearing big printed shirts in caps saying 'Proud to be a...' here and there (Their pretty much shit to me even though its my own race...baaaah!!! ) Anyway, When I got home I went straight upstairs but after checking if the internet was plugged on so I went up and opened the previous photoshop tutorial tabs. Did some tweaking on some pics here and there and pretty much getting all uptight about my war with mom...As of now she told me she was the unforgiving type...It'll only be for awhile till our heads cool off for now I'd rather tweak some pics and master CS3

This style is called vintage I found it using on tutorial (sorry but I forgot to get the name and url I was in a random fit anyways) But this one v is my favorite XDDDDD

Old Friend

Why is it that every song in this world is my theme song? It's like as if they spoke the words I've always wanted to say, but never uttered anything to justify myself... I've always hesitated to call Zai cause I've always thought she was busy or wasn't near a phone yet in my randomness I phoned her and we talked. For a long time we talked not minding the time passing in between our phone call. Various subjects opened up from school girl hood to dreams and dejavu... Today a band called Sex Pistols came to my head because I was hooked on Nana (manga) then there was their fashion styles although I'd like wear black most of the time with a witch sense in them I'd like to try punkish out fits... Anyways old wounds and dreams open up talking with a friend you could totally confide taking turns heh...reminds me of a dream where I went inside a huge library but it was a bookstore there were alot of sections maybe even thousands but there was one corner I came to where I excitedly came to I saw books but they we're all tattered but the covers had ayashino ceres on them...I took one to the counter I think...fades away.. There are alot of things I wanted to say in this post but the sun rises fast and I need my beauty sleep...