…One of those people who finds it absolutely necessary to name all of her technological possessions. Yep, that’s me. This post’s instigation was planted by madame Robin~ ♥

In my eyes, each of these “material objects” have a personality. From my sly, quick-witted pen-drive to my downright intimidating iPod — they all have their own quirks. Am I insane for picking said quirks up?…Let’s just call it fun. xDD

Well then, let’s begin~
Laptop: Licorice. Tall, pale, and pretty scruffy, Licorice (aka “Lico”) had a bad childhood experience and is scarred (by his power button, *sob*). As a result, he’s very self-concious. However, this doesn’t stop him from being a spazzy dork. He gets excited over small things, like paper or new games, and forgets to think before he talks. Sort of a pervert, too. Very lame, but very loveable. Flamingo (Robin’s laptop) is his long-term boyfriend~

(pink)iPod Nano: Bubblegum. Hyperactive, frivolous and cutesy. Bubblegum struts her stuff like crazy; if you go to a rave, there’s a 95% chance that she’ll be there — dressed the most outrageously and decked out in an uncountable number of glow sticks. Has tons of fun teasing Licorice, since he tends to freak out — she means well, though. Has a tiny build; squeaky yet adorable voice. You’ll either love her or hate her.

iPod Touch: Apocalypto. Grungy, vegan, and hardcore. He means business. Scares the living crap out of people, save for Licorice. Him and Licorice go way back: they relate to each other incredibly well, visiting each other often. He’s liberal and gutsy; the one who protects the group. The “big brother.”

Camera: Roosevelt. Total hippie. All about peace, love, and everything above. Sees the world differently from most. She’s a space cadet; very airy, very “out there.” Says random stuff which no one ever understands. She’s mildly infatuated by Apocalypto, but this is only due to his name (she develops strange fixations).

Microwave: Borris. The “uncle” of the group. He’s old, he’s rusty, but he gives damn good advice. Loving, warm, and nurturing. Lives away from the young folk, but they go out and see him from time to time.

Pen-Drive: Junes. Gets irritated when people pronounce her name as “June,” the month. (It’s pronouced Joo-nez, dammit!) Clever little lass. Only a kid, and she uses her youth to her advantage. Total smartypants and far more sly than most children her age, though she tends to skip school a lot. She prefers spending her time reading books out in the park. Hovers around Licorice constantly — she adores him because he gives her candy.

…This is the point where I consider making them a new Sims family. I just LOVE these guys. They’re my babies. xDD

Nothing And Nowhere

February 7, 2009

At night, she would lie in her bed and stare up at the ceiling of her bedroom. Her eyes would trace over every crack in the concrete. Over and over; a repeating action. Umpteen times. It was a routine; a familiar routine, a comforting routine, whilst simultaneously being one accompanied by great unrest.
She would lie on her back, looking up at the cracks. Her heart would beat, sometimes too fast and other times too slow; and then, it would just ache – ache for hours on end. Her mind would be searching for words; words which could express what she felt. Hours upon hours would pass, as her mind journeyed everywhere and nowhere.
She would breathe in shakily when she remembered that she had to, ignoring how downright real such a need made her feel.
She felt like she could go anywhere, but she felt as if she was chained to one spot. Contained, like a small, frightened animal, in a metallic cage.
She wanted to escape. She wanted to leave that cage; to give into the feelings of freedom and never look back; never have to face the demons of the day or the hardships of the night.
But she couldn’t.
She wondered if the ceiling would cave in someday, to come falling down upon her with an almighty crash. But she knew it wouldn’t. It would forever be up there, out of her reach and barely in her sight. Yet, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from it.
Her mind was throwing a fit during all of this. It would scream too loudly for her to comprehend and talk far too quickly for her to decipher. The words chaotically flew around in her skull, tripping and slipping and destroying each other, making a great deal of noise and disorder. Their messages were impossible to decode. After many nights of trying to cling onto these words — of trying to catch them, in the palms of her trembling hands, she decided that enough was enough. She had to let go.
But she couldn’t.
And thus, it continues. Every night, this girl would lie in her bed. Her heart would reprimand her, her needs would ridicule her, and her cage would contain her. Words would swarm in her ears. The ceiling would be a comfort and a pain. She wondered if it would ever come crashing down.

This Is My Symphony

January 24, 2009

The book which I’m currently working on is called “Symphony.” It’s a fantasy — not all dragons and elves, but it’s pretty detailed. It opens up the world so that it’s in “layers,” or different dimensions, each with their own customs and whatnot which, in turn, affect the characters. Speaking of which, the main characters are Aiden D’esparis, Kana Marianne, Amaya Kumori and Seth. (Seth’s lack of a last name is on-purpose, of course. I didn’t get lazy. Really. >.>;)
I chose the name “Symphony” because a symphony is made up of people — different people, who play instruments which don’t sound the same, yet… they can still come together, despite those differences, and tell a beautiful tale. And it’s the characters who make a story worth reading, right? I’m focusing a lot on characteral developement for this novel — giving myself a chance to brush up on my dialouge-writing skills and whatnot.
As for the characters, I guess I should talk about them! x3

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(yes, I know. I have MAD tablet skillz.)

First up is… Aiden. Aiden, Aiden, Aiden. xDD He’s incredibly unconventional. I’m REALLY proud of him, because his personality isn’t suitable for a “hero” at all. He’s got a short fuse, glares at everyone and everything, is horribly violent and, in a nutshell, comes across as a complete dick. But since I want my characters to be as real as possible, he obviously has several different sides to him. As the story progresses, he tends to get a bit… dorky, so to speak — and he jokes around a fair bit. He’s actually very emotional, and if you read between the lines of his dialouge and actions, you can pretty much see “The Real Aiden.” His backstory is that he’s “The Chosen One” of his dimension — but something goes terribly wrong, and his powers don’t seem to activate. This, of course, was a circumstance beyond his control… yet, people of his dimension freak out and eventually he developes a reputation as a “demon,” who was trying to lead the world to ruin. After living under this pressure for a long time, Aiden finally snapped. He denies being “The Chosen” altogether now, and was able to travel to Pandora’s dimension. He doesn’t plan on turning back and going home, either — to him, “Home” doesn’t exist.
Kana is an innocent, sweet, yet cursed girl. She was born with the curse of misfortune, meaning that she has horrible luck and everyone who comes into close contact with her ends up getting injured — or negatively affected in some way. At first, only small things happened — like her friend’s bracelet snapping — but as Kana grew, so did the intensity of the curse. The event which pushed her off the edge was when the guy she was seeing, whose name I’m going to change, got into an “accident.” Whether he survived or not is something which is revealed later on in the book — Kana refuses to talk about it. Kana is pretty spacey, and, like I said, innocent — but I’ve planned out a few scenes where she shocks everyone with her knowledge on… erm… “certain subjects.”
I decided against Kana’s curse affecting her physical self. Kana’s the type of girl who cherishes her friends and loved ones more than herself — if the curse affected her, then it wouldn’t…hurt her as much, so to speak. It’s a bit complicated, but it makes sense to me. xD; It’s like… she loves them, but she’s afraid of being with them because she doesn’t want them to get hurt. I think them getting hurt will, in turn, hurt Kana even more — especially since she would know that it was her fault.
Amaya is…well, I haven’t planned her out as much. She’s the hardcore member of the group. She’s tall, lean, and kickass. (The small, chibi-esque sketch doesn’t do the character design which I’ve conjured up in my head justice). She’s an assassin from her village and takes direct orders from the Chief of it. Amaya is also unconventional, she does what she wants when she wants to do it… she’s straight-forward and doesn’t take any b.s. from anyone. I think Amaya is based on the person I want to be, actually. xD; Her backstory is still in construction — she joins Kana, Aiden and Seth a bit later on though.
Seth is my love. He was the first member of the group who I ever wrote about. I remember it so clearly — during Winter Break, I was listening to Castle On The Hill from the Edward Scissorhands soundtrack. I sat down and just typed up a scene which fit the melody — Seth’s “prelude”, the opening scene. Before I knew it, ideas were flowing. Danny Elfman’s work inspired me to name my novel Symphony.
Anyway. Seth is basically a mystery. Technically, he’s dead. The “antagonist” of the story killed him right as the story began — however, Pandora was able to revive him. The process itself is a lot more complicated, and it’ll make more sense when you actually sit down and read the actual thing… but yeah. Seth has a strange, naive character. He’s very unpredictable and tends to worry a lot — very caring, and he tries his best. xD; His backstory and purpose for being IN the story are both really complex, I think a bit too complex — I’ll have to narrow it down. But, yes. Seth’s soul is living in a medium, which is his “corpse” — except, it’s not a corpse, since it’s actually functioning as a proper body. It’s not perfect, though (JEEZ, SO MANY CONTRADICTIONS) and sometimes it randomly shuts down and he goes into a “doll-like state.” On the other hand, he can also go into a “supreme state”, where he is pretty much unstoppable and can destroy anything in his way. o.o;
The story focuses on 2 “sides”. One is that of Pandora, the eccentric magician who’s character is WAY too much fun to write, and the other is of the “antagonist” who currently lacks a name. xD; Both are after a box with tons of power — its possesion runs in Pandora’s family (i.e: Pandora’s Box). This box has the power to do all sorts of things which fit into the story and various events in it.
Pandora, herself, is a LITTLE bit like Yuuko from xxxHolic, but the two of them are actually very different. Pandora is less serious, for one — though she has her moments. She’s bombastic and silly, yet she’s one of the most powerful characters to be introduced in the entire storyline.
Honestly, I wanted to write something which could be made into a video game. I KNOW, SHOOT ME NOW. xD But I wanted it to be a good story, too — since good games always have very interesting storylines. The characters feel like my children, which is sort of strange (since all of them are older than me, ahaha), but still cool. =] As of today, the book is 23 pages long on Verdana, size 9. I took a break from writing because of exams — but I plan on resuming soon, though. I’m hoping I can tell this story to the very end! My goal is to make it as fun and casual to read as possible — whilst still making it a deep, interesting and EPIC story, which one could analyze if they wanted to. Wish me luck, I’ll definitely need it. o.o;

Hehe.
– Jamie xx

Firstly: sorry for the lack of posts. I’ve been taking a few days off “thinking.” You can expect a proper post sometime soon, but for now, I’m just going to share something which I wrote the other day. (I’m going to be posting it up on my Poetry page, too. xD;)

You climb high, high up those mountains; your hands bare, bloody and dirty, clinging desperately onto that unstable cliff wall. You climb and you climb; you can’t see your destination but you just keep on climbing. You bare the pain ’till you can’t no more.
Then you’re just falling; falling through the cool clouds and feeling the wind kiss your reddened cheeks. You think of crying for help, but find yourself with the most ridiculous grin spread across your face, and in that moment, you imagine, just for a second, that you’re flying up to the place you’ve been searching for all along. ★

Blind Cats & Passing Thoughts

December 16, 2008

This is a strangely fun thing to do… Basically, open up a drawing program — like Paint or Photoshop — close your eyes, and draw a cat.

HERE ARE MY MONSTROSITIES DARLINGS~

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They didn’t come out so badly, did they…? xDD

I’ve been experimenting with my photo editting software. I made a new banner for this blog~ Also, I’m colouring a black and white image from the manga series, Kuroshitsuji. It’s actually a lot harder than one might think…Robin’s caught on with the design bug, and she happily coloured a picture of an apparently very hardcore palm tree. Straight from an online colouring book, no less. xD

Tomorrow, my sister, my sister’s husband, and my brother arrive — along with Nicole, my two-year-old niece. Haven’t seen them in a while; they live in England. I’m also going on a small shopping trip with Robin at around noon — though I’m not so sure on what I want to buy. I think I’ll just pick up a couple of Christmas presents for the family…
On Wednesday, I plan on doing some baking. Should be fun. I’ve been slowly getting into the Christmas spirit — not very much so, but the more you complain about not getting into it, the longer it takes to actually do so, right? As I type this, I’m sitting right by our family’s synthetic tree. Even if it’s not real, this tree has been here ever since my first Christmas. It’s pretty damn special, if I do say so myself. Besides, cutting down a real tree would damage the environment. xDD I think I’ll do some photography later on — the ornaments look gorgeous, gathering every beam of light which they can~
I’ve been working on a novel. It’s not very long — only about 3100 words so far. It’s not like anything which I’ve ever read. I’m making it fantasy-esque, however not sickeningly so. (I honestly can’t stand fantasy. Names are too complicated. JUST NAME THE KID BOB, FOR CHRIST’S SAKE, NOT GORBARXIR IV.) I would label it as a modern-day fantasy, but that makes it sound like some horrible rendition of Sabrina: The Teenage Witch. (Jeez, I forgot about that show…) Besides, when I think “modern-day” I think of Gossip Girl and The Clique. Dear god, imagine Gossip Girl gone fantasy… *shudders*
It guess, if I had to label it, it would be… unique. xD I have fun working on it at random moments — it’s style isn’t anything major; it’s descriptive yet casual, complex yet simple, and I adore all of the characters in my own special way. I guess a more detailed post about it will come up in the future; I just thought I’d mention it.
It’s just about midnight as I write this, though according to WordPress, it’s 4 in the morning. (I really should fix that time. Eh.) Yes, folks, I’ve become nocturnal. Again. Mornings are hell for me. My mother doesn’t bother coming into my room — she settles for banging on the door and shrieking my name. I swear, one of these days… xD These days, I’ve been heading bed at 2 a.m. Not very good, right? I think I’ll stick in an extra 2 hours of sleep and cut this post short. It’s pretty pointless, anyway. xDD