caged ☆ bird

hell...o

Fri, 25 May 2007 05:12:33 +0900

My computer went goodbye for a little while. I had escaped this isolation semi-unscathed. At least I haven't lost my hair or any other...vital things. I hope. *checks*

Here, let me make up for my gross negligence of this blog:

Did that work? NO!? Well then, take this; èn garde!

damn..

Wed, 07 Mar 2007 17:25:03 +0900

Every time I remember to update my ブログ, I'm always in a weird mood.

It's 2:04AM and I'm wide-awake, my mind buzzing with thoughts.

Also, I'm a little depressed still. Unsettled. I feel like taking a walk, I think I'll do that. Back in New York, a young woman (or a young anything), couldn't go out after a certain time. It wasn't uncommon to be robbed at gunpoint or even staring down at a box-cutter—I think I'd probably have been assaulted within five feet of my building.

I've seen people walking the streets, their shoes having been stolen from their feet. Isn't that sad? But I no longer live there. At least, where I currently am, it's possible to travel the streets and return home intact.

The worst that could happen here is that you're attacked by wild cows.

!!!

Do wild cows attack people!? ＼(>o<)／ Now I'm worried.

Random, also, but I finally saw 「ＨＡＰＰＹ　ＦＥＥＴ」 yesterday, and it is the cutest movie ever. I love penguins!! I love penguins so much, but watching a chubby, fluffy, baby penguin dancing makes my evening. But I feel stupid, because, his dancing made my eyes tear up.

I was crying because it was cute. Somehow, this doesn't strike me as particularly normal. But I loved it! I want to see it again and again, even if I start crying like a stupid idiot.

Strangely enough, what almost had me in tears was 「JEWELS」 (アリス九號.). I finally was able to see the video (hear the full song), and it's. . . I can't describe what my original thoughts were. I was a little surprised, a little pleased, but mostly curious. I want to know what inspired that song; the approach, the lyrics—It's just so beautiful, I was taken aback. Not that I haven't grown to expect that level of brilliance from this band, but it was still surprising. I've listened to it several times now, and on every play, I become even further surprised. I can't wait for my CD to arrive, so I can finally know what the companion songs would sound like.

So, in my own little way of celebrating, I went back and began playing the older アリス九號. music. I'm not sure how it's possible for me to love so many of their songs, but I'm so beyond pleased at the evolution of this band. . . What truly surprises me, however, is that, even after listening to them since the very beginning, it's still inspirational to hear their music. I still get so stupid and happy, and it still brings me pleasure to sing along and admire every facet of the sound.

I've been on a definite music kick lately, going back to things which I've—somehow, I'm ashamed to admit—managed to ignore. Like Number Girl, カリメロ, emmurée, EllDorado, INORAN, 妃阿甦, SCISSOR, ギブス, Vizell, REDЯUM, among others.

∑(O_O；) How the hell did I start rambling?

♪: ROOM#NUMBER 『NIGHT SLIDE』

nothing

Sun, 18 Feb 2007 08:41:08 +0900

I'm a little sad today.

I miss New York.

I miss all of my friends, and I think that, at times like this, that this place is making me sick.
It steals my energy and my happiness and swallows my laughter.

I didn't want to say, but I spent yesterday (my birthday) in a hospital's emergency room.

I can admit that here, to the person who may accidentally stumble upon this blog, but not in my other journal, nor my mixi. To people who may care; I haven't told my family either.

I feel at times, as if there's something inside me—There are so many things I want to say, to communicate. There are feelings that are bottled up and locked away, and if I don't let them loose, they'll overwhelm me.

♪: Number Girl 『性的少女』

ブログ confusion

Sat, 17 Feb 2007 02:10:11 +0900

My birthday is 2/16/1981!

I know my birthday. . .
I forgot that Ameblo-san is a day in advance. (●´艸｀)ヾ

（＞д＜）

Sat, 17 Feb 2007 01:53:58 +0900

I haven't been sleeping so well lately.
I'm not sure why, but when I'm finally able to drag myself from my futon I'm still so tired.
I'm just tired all the time, I think. But I'm afraid that I'll miss something if I sleep.

Today is my birthday ☆

I'm going to preorder JEWELS (アリス九號.), though I'm not sure from where.
I don't have a lot of money to spare right now （´・-・。）

♪: 12012 『水槽の中の彼女』

INORAN ♪

Thu, 15 Feb 2007 10:24:37 +0900

「ＢＲＯＫＥＮ　ＷＩＮＤＯＷ」 is the most beautiful song.

hungrrrryyyyyy

Mon, 01 Jan 2007 15:35:57 +0900

I really want some pizza right now.

I really miss New York. ｢The Big Apple｣ It really was big. But it wasn't red or anything. And it didn't taste or smell as good as an apple does. I wonder why they call it that?

Isn't that weird that a New Yorker doesn't know why?

piku☆

Sat, 23 Dec 2006 08:48:21 +0900

I'm having coffee right now, and I'm laughing.

I think I should explain: I have one tattoo, on my arm. I hardly notice it anymore, I've had it since I was 16.

When I undress to bathe, I don't even see it anymore, though when I do, it's a little shock because I forget it's there. It's a part of my skin. And honestly, I don't see what the problem is with it.

It's a skull.☆

A skull on my arm. It's not shocking, it's just...

!!!

There!

That's an old pic—wow, wow, wow! I look fat! fufufu, I'm not really. I swear.

So what? It's a skull, I don't see what so shocking about it. Honestly, I got it so long ago, I know it was a stupid thing to do. Nearly ten years later, here I am, still permanantly marked.

Is it strange for a girl to have something like that? ☆ Oops.

Apparently so. I was down in my apaato, checking my mail, and an older lady was beside me, obviously about to open her own box, and she gets a good look at my arm and looks at me as if I was Domo-kun. Σ(|||▽||| ) It was strange, I don't think I've ever seen anyone react so negatively to a ~~little~~ large tattoo.

I feel sooooo old.(*´Д｀)=3ハァ･･･

I also kind of feel like a dumbass.

(∩゜∀｀∩)

Fri, 22 Dec 2006 08:55:21 +0900

オーダーメイド－ is brilliant! ♂チヨコレイト♀ is a wonderful song.

I want to eat it.☆

In other news, I.... Uh....

Hmm...☆

!!!

（★＞U＜★）

I've had a lot of starbucks today... I don't think I'm up for writing anything particularly enlightening.

Shh.☆

old lady

Fri, 15 Dec 2006 03:49:30 +0900

I forgot to mention this yesterday... ｡･ﾟﾟ･(￣┏Д┓￣°*) ･ﾟﾟ･｡

I went to the local grocery store with my mother and my little nephew yesterday. Everything was normal, except for this one older man that seemed obsessed with my hair. He wanted to know how I did it, why I did it—why did I do it? I don't know, I didn't have an answer...

Anyway, in one of the aisles, there was an old lady with a little plastic hood over her hair (it wasn't raining), but other than that she looked like every little old lady; cute, and you want to run up to her and hug her and eat her freshly baked cookies. Well... Maybe not all grannies are like that, huh? I think I'm stuck in another time period.

I keep losing my train of thought—maybe I'm an old lady too?

ヽ（///┏д┓;////）ノﾔﾒﾃｰ (that kaomoji makes me laugh)

Anyway... where was I? orz

This old lady—in plain view of my mother, my little nephew and I—this women RAISES HER DRESS around her breasts, and starts to adjust her stockings. And I mean, all of us could see... everything. Every horrible thing. I... No words describe the inner pain and suffering that seeing all of that provoked. The anguish.

No, I'm kidding, it wasn't that bad. It was just shocking. But what was intensely creepy, was that she was LOOKING AT US while she did it.

As if to say, "Look! Look! What are you going to do, eh? Eh? Oi! Look!" ｬダヽ(ｏ`皿′ｏ)ﾉ

So anyway, she starts stuffing things down there.

It was shocking that someone would commit theft right there, knowing that people were unfortunate witnesses.

ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=┏(　￣┏Д┓￣)┛ｽﾀｺﾗ

We ran out of there and went to the next grocery store to pick up some random things we didn't find at the first convenience store. The next place is called Save A Lot, which, coincedentally, is a big fat lie. We have to go to the first store to pick up things that are too expensive at Save A Lot.

So we go into Save A Lot, and guess who we see?

The Old Lady!

!!!

And she's pulling all her stolen goods from her stockings, without a care in the world. And, once again, she sees us! She's sitting on the bench in Save A Lot, with her legs open, pulling out boxes and jars of stuff.

How strange is that?

I was tempted to go and pay for the things she seemed to need so badly. Whose mother is this woman? Doesn't anyone care that this old lady might get arrested for shoplifting? What is the world coming to that an old woman like that, who is very, very old, can go out unchaperoned and uncared for?

And where can I get stockings that strong to carry so much stuff without breaking?

note: that's not the old lady, but I think this photo is cute.