In my calendar, this day is marked as Gen's Facial Appointment. Right about now, I'm supposed to be getting ready for said activity. If so, what am I still doing in front of the PC typing this entry, you ask? Ugh. Here comes another one of my raves.

Said f*ckin' appointment is cancelled by my mom, and I was SO looking forward to it! >___< I'm really pissed off right now. Really, I am. My classes will be resuming tomorrow and I'm still looking like an old hag!! I haven't even plucked my eyebrows yet!! She promised me, dammit! She promised me. This was supposed to be her Christmas present for me, and yet... *sighs*

Well, she never really kept any promises anyway; I already knew that since long ago. And yet, why did I even bother hoping and looking forward to something that I already -- somehow -- knew won't really be happening? I was expecting too much. God, I'm such a wishful thinker! I should have expected for the worst.

Petty, I know. Butt out.

Oh, belated Happy New Year's to all. *forces out a smile*

Hmm... Lemme scratch what I said in my past rave. I had my facial appointment after all! YAY! *dances around* Not only that; I also got a new hair treatment! Seccie-chan is no longer a straight-haired girl, ladies and gentleman. She's got curls now!! XDD~~

My facial was done yesterday, and I've just finished with my hair fix. I'm still adjusting to my new look, because, well, it's new. ~__~

Okay, so far, I've been reading Angel Sanctuary's manga. At first, I couldn't understand a thing about it; the main context of the story was too complicating for a simple-minded girl like me, but then, I was able to gradually grasp the ideas, and right now, I'm crushing on all the male characters in it!! XD Aaahhh~ I didn't have the slightest idea that Kaori Yuki is THAT good of an artist! Bless her. Bless her oh-so-much for coming up with drool-worthy bishies such as Kira, Raphael, Setsuna and Katan!!

Katan.

Hmm... Reminds me of 2 maniacal, Yaoi-loving classmates of mine during my 2nd year in high school.

Oh, well. That's enough tripping down to Memory Lane. Ciao, minna~

I just got back from SM with my mom. I had my facial check-up, which I almost didn't get because those attendants said that I wouldn't be able to handle the treatment (face massage) with how and what my face currently looks like. You see, I have these medicines -- recommended by a certain cousin of mine -- and I'm to apply them to my face every morning and evening. At first, it was okay, but it gradually started stinging every time I'd put them. Well, it's supposed to be like that, because my face's skin has to peel in order to get the best results...

...Which was actually the problem I've been wanting to point out. Currently, my face is sooooooooooooo dry and rough, with little patches of peeled off skin making me look like I'm covered with (white) dust!! Gawd, I look older than my grandmama!! TT___TT

Oh, well. At least, my mom bought me a moisturizer and styling gel for my now curly hair! :D And I also got some new sets of earrings, an almost complete beauty set, a heart-shaped wrist watch and a cute (and quite glittery) bag from the bargain-hunting escapade I had with some relatives yesterday.

These last days of my vacation turned out fine after all-- of course, not taking into account my face. Meh. I just wish this whole skin peel-thingy will be done before my classes start, but that would be too much wishful thinking (again!). According to my baby sis, it'll take at least a whole month... *sighs*

Seccie-chan's first day in a new school and she'll be looking as old as an antique. Wish me luck. XP

It's only the first day of school and I've already cut classes. Mhmm, I know. Bad Seccie-chan. XDD

Okay, don't mind that for a sec.

So how was school, you ask? Usually, I'd be answering It was okay, but I don't wanna lie. X___x" No, it wasn't horrible, but it wasn't exactly a pleasing experience either. I didn't get bullied, if that's what you're thinking. However, the people there were quite... uh, hmm... I don't want to be so judgemental, but from what I've seen, I don't think we'll click. Really. No.

I'm a transfer student; I want to make new friends in my new school, but they weren't really warm with the welcome. Hmm... Actually, there wasn't any welcome. ~__~ They ignored me and my soulmate, Chryzzie, upon (and even before!) entering the classroom and merely continued on with their mindless chatter, which kinda pissed me off. Not that I want them to shower us with lotsa welcoming praises and all. Just that, I don't like being ignored. Who does anyway? O.o;;

Hmm... Meh. Enough about that. Moving on...

*eherm!*

Ze classroom. Oh, I feel so nauseous all of a sudden. Room FA-231 is a total eyesore!!! >___< Gawd, I can't believe they let us -- students who pay to get the best services around -- have that f*ckin' area for a classroom!! It looks MUCH worse than an abandoned warehouse, with those dusty chairs (that got my new, WHITE uniform dirty first thing in the morning!), unpolished floor, broken desks, walls painted messily with ugly colors and vandals and that scary statue situated at the very corner of the room!!!

Man! Remembering the look of that dreadful room makes me want to go back to UST. Not.

But really. I don't wanna go to school anymore. I still got this hangover from my vacation, and I don't intend to get rid of it!!

*sighs*

I hate this. Shoot me now, peeperz.

It's been so long since I last wrote a fic. I'm out of practice. X___x

Anyways, this is like a sidestory to our forum's RPG. I just thought of this idea randomly when I was making future plans for the story's development, so...

But would you believe I made this only in ONE day?!?! O.O

Now, that's surprising! For a lazy and slow writer as me, of course~

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I want to be Onii-chan's princess!

That's impossible! Fuyu-chan's too annoying to be my princess!

Aah! Onii-chan's so mean~ *pouts*

But it's true! Fuyu-chan's not my princess; she's my bride!

*blinks* E? Bride?

Un! And when we get older, we're going to get married in this church!

Waah... Really?? Ah! But, do we have to kiss?

Of course! That's what brides and grooms do, ne? Mama says so.

*giggles* Well, okay then. If it's with Onii-chan, it's fine! So it's a promise?

Aa. *grins* This Yuuhi-sama promises to kiss my bride, Mifuyu-baka, on our wedding day.

Don't break it, ne? *frowns*

*chuckles* Of course not! I never break any promises. Unlike you. *sticks out tongue*

*freaks out* Aahh!! So mean!!

He was nervous. He was not sure why.

He, Tsukishiro Yuuhi, had dealt with countless thugs much stronger and tougher than any street fighters the human imagination could even begin to fathom. He had risked his life again and again merely for the sake of his own enjoyment and thirst to fight and prove his strength. He was the “Demon”; he had a terrifying reputation amongst the punks and was considered as a huge threat to them. No one would dare provoke him in fear of getting in contact with his steely fists.

They feared him, and he feared nothing, everyone thought.

They were wrong.

Gulping lightly, droplets of sweat formed in his creased forehead and trickled down the side of his face. Any burly, katana-wielding school delinquent couldn’t possibly match up with what he was about to face for he had never been more petrified, struck more terrified and nervous than he was on this day.

It was a wedding that left him bumbling and struggling at his wit's end.

He exhaled deeply; he supposed it was not so much the idea of the ceremony that got to him as it was the significance of the day.

This wasn't your typical wedding, after all.

And he wasn't just going to marry any ordinary girl.

No, definitely not. Far from that, actually.

For he, Tsukishiro Yuuhi, was going to marry the first and only girl he had ever laid eyes upon and had fallen in love with.

Yes, it was none other than his own younger twin sister, Tsukishiro Mifuyu.

Until now, he couldn’t believe it was happening. It was a huge taboo, and he knew everyone -- including their parents -- would condemn them for such an indecent act. After all, it was wrong to---

He closed his eyes, immediately ridding himself of his notions. Remembering those struggles in the past would always mar his features with a frown, and so he had dropped the thought as quickly as it occurred to him. Past is past; there was no need to contemplate on it further.

What was important now was the situation at hand.

And with that, his disturbing thoughts fully vanished from his mind, as well as the troubled expression on his handsome face.

The ceremony was to be held in a small and modest, but tasteful little church not far from the neighborhood he and Mifuyu had grown up in. He had been initially hesitant about the idea, seeing as how he had never really practiced any real religion, but they were Christians, and a western-style wedding in a traditional Christian church was decided upon. Seeing how much it meant to the Tsukishiro family, Yuuhi had let himself grow accustomed to the idea.

He fiddled fretfully with the sleeve of his tuxedo jacket, letting his scarlet eyes wander over the assembled crowd in hopes of distracting himself from his agitation.

A warm smile lit his features despite himself, as he took in the assembly of old and familiar faces.

In the front rows, places of honor, Chigasaki Yuuta sat in a ridiculous blue tuxedo, his hand entwined with that of the elegant Kanzaki Chii, beautiful in her modest dress made to match the shade of her fiancee's suit. Yes, after years of determined pursuits and restless proclamations of love and proposals, he had finally melted the girl's hesitant heart and everyone was happy for them.

Beside them was Yuuta's aniki, Ichirou, who was impressive and impeccable as ever, and along with his wife, (Tateishi) Miki, they made a handsome pair. Ah, another one of the world's wonders. How the playboy had managed to get the uptight bookworm for himself was still a mystery to him, but he was happy for them nonetheless. In Miki’s lap, their 2-year old son Jirou dozed fitfully, mussing boyishly untameable olive-green hair as he nestled deeper in his mother's arms.

Behind the two couples, he could hear the recognizable, cheery voice of Takeshi Yume -- still as hyperactive as ever -- as she engaged in a rather one-sided conversation with the silent Mihara Sakuya sitting beside her. Throughout the years, they had never made any indication of advancement in their so-called relationship, but seeing the ghostly smile and the light-hearted flicker in the redhead's usually dull eyes as he merely listened to another one of the woman's random babbles, he could tell there really was, and Yuuhi found himself quite amused with this.

He had never thought that there would be another girl other than Mifuyu who could bring out Sakuya's gentle demeanor, and he was glad. For someone who had loved and looked after his sister since childhood and was able to give her up and let her be in the arms of the one she truly loved, he deserved his own happiness. And from what Yuuhi could fathom, it was in the form of the bubbly Yume where he found it.

Turning to the person next to them, he blinked in surprise as he found himself staring back at a pair of familiar, amber-yellow eyes that belonged to none other than Aikawa Yuri. She threw a playful wink at his direction, before turning her attention back to the man beside her.

Yuuhi smirked; this one was another interesting pair. Aikawa Yuri and Hiyama Kouya, two people who had played such a significant role in his and Mifuyu's lives. It was very surprising for him to see the two of them get together, but of course he was pleased as to how things worked out for them. She was finally happy, and he silently thanked Kouya for lavishing her with that kind warmth and affection that he could never give to her when they were still dating.

He let out a contented sigh. These people -- apart from Sakuya, Yuri and Kouya -- weren't really his friends; they were Mifuyu's. But from years of watching over his sister, he had grown accustomed to their presence, and -- although they might not know it -- quite fond of their unique and interestingly weird personalities. They might not be close, but he was more than grateful to them for staying with Mifuyu through thick or thin.

To his left, Yuuhi found Hoshino Sakura, his cousin Sanada Izumi and the rest of Mifuyu's girl friends chatting happily with one another. He couldn't catch what they were talking about, but he was sure it was nothing out of the ordinary.

At the end of the seat sat a bored Nagi, Izumi-nee's younger bro and his cousin, who frowned strangely in thought as his metallic-gray eyes gazed in his direction.

Yuuhi blinked in confusion, before realization hit him.

Did that mean... Nagi is able to...?

He left the question hanging in his mind when the crowd went quiet and a familiar piano tune began playing all of a sudden. As Yuuhi followed their gazes toward the back doorway, his eyes widened in awe at the sight that greeted him.

There she was, a vision in white, beautiful and breathtaking in ways no mortal should have a right to be. His mouth went dry, his heart thundered his chest, and the blood roared in his ears as their father walked her slowly down the aisle, pulling back her veil to reveal the face he had been long wanting to see.

He felt a sharp jolt of pure masculine admiration as he gazed at the stunning woman smiling before him.

Was this really her?

Unbelievable...

Her silky, brown hair -- which had now grown longer -- was made into a chignon with elegant tendrils framing her beautiful, smooth face. She was wearing a simple, yet elegant, off-shouldered wedding gown that clung to her slim body, showing off all her curves in the right places.

In her throat lay a familiar silver choker that accentuated even more the silkiness of her porcelain skin, and his scarlet eyes softened at recognizing the necklace as the one he had given to her when they were still kids.

So she had taken good care of it for years...

His gaze returned to the loving smile of his sister.

She had grown so much. When had she become this beautiful?

She was simply captivating.

And she took his breath away.

The ceremony flew by quickly. He doubted he heard or understood a single word escaping the priest’s mouth, for his attention was focused solely on the woman beside him. The “I do’s” were said with breathless enthusiasm, her smile radiant, face flushed prettily as the priest pronounced groom and bride as finally man and wife.

His heart in his throat at the priest's final words, the applause of the crowd dulled to a low drum as he stood before her. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves down, then laid a hand gently against her cheek, and leaned in.

The kiss was soft, fragile, and barely tangible, if not for the way his heart soared with elation, leaving him drowning and grappling for a lifeline as his lips gently brushed over hers, light as a whisper.

***

Kiritani Mifuyu-Tsukishiro gasped, her ruby-red eyes widening as she touched her fingers to her lips. A fleeting brush of contact, no more palpable than a soft breeze of air, and yet she had felt him.

Beside her, her husband frowned in concern, holding a hand to her forehead. "Hey, Fuyu-chan, you okay? Are you feeling ill?"

Mifuyu shook her head, brushing his hand away gently. "No, Aki-kun, I'm fine. I just... rememered something..."

Onii-chan... Thank you...

***

Yuuhi smiled sadly, as he raised his hand in an attempt to touch her once again, but to no avail, as his fingers ghosted through her flesh. "Congratulations, Mifuyu..."

Tsukishiro Yuuhi, dead for nearly seven years, had fulfilled a childhood promise, and kissed his bride on her wedding day.

I love you...

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Well, that's the end of it. *sniffs* Sadness, no? TT___TT

Anyways, school's tomorrow again. Ugh.

I'm SO not looking forward to it... X___x"

This day has been such a blur to me. It's only now when I realize that I actually went through with it without even bothering to take notice of the happenings around me -- minus that particular wa-poise moment I've managed to get myself into on my way home. Meh. We'll get to that later.

So what's been going on in my boring life as a student? Nothing worth mentioning. X___x" During my 3 weeks in my new school, I've been doing nothing but daydream with my mouth slightly agape, burn holes at the back of whoever's sitting in front of me, skip my PE and NSTP classes, and squeeze my brains out for ideas for the RPG. Mhmm, I know; I'm obssessed. But hey! Spare me, peeperz! After all, it's been a long time since I last got engrossed with something~

A product of boredom.
Seccie-chan's first try in using tech pens for line art.
Be proud of me~!! XDD

Hmm... So far, nothing special has happened to me -- Oh. Except for that particular scene I've caused before going home today. Yeah, like what I've typed up there. u.u; I dunno how it really went, but from what I can remember, it started raining when I got out of Rob with Cring-cring, then after I got a seat in the bus, I put my umbrella next to my paperbag (which carried my pair of school shoes, sketchpad, wallet, and drawing utensils), failing to realize that the umbrella was actually wet and the paperbag was made by, well, paper. So, umm, when it finally occurred to me, it was already too late, and I had to carry my melting paperbag until I reached the trike terminal. Somehow, I was able to pull off walking poisedly whilst securing the bag in my arms. But it seemed the gods had - once again - taken a liking to torture my poor, poor soul so... *sighs*

I must have looked like a total idiot back there, watching with wide, frantic eyes as my things fell to the small puddle of mud beside me and yelling out bloody murder every time an object would slip out from my bag. Gosh. My things fell out one by one continuously, so you can say I sounded like a dog barking out amidst so many passers-by that time...

Oh, well. Past is past. X___x" Moving on...

Have you ever had a dream wherein everything seemed so real, and when you wake up, it would leave such an uncanny and troubling feelings in you that would lead you to think that the dream you had was trying to convey something to you?

I had this dream last night, and I'm still bothered by it. I was with a boy -- who I remember was light-skinned and tall, yet his facial features was unclear -- and well, we were talking and having fun and all. And then, he kissed me, and it felt so real. Seriously. Then, he told me his name, and although I promised to myself that I would remember it, when I woke up, I could only recall the name, Daniel.

Really, it left such an unsettling feeling to me. I was in a trance the whole day because of it, and until now, I've been questioning myself; What does that dream mean...? God, help me.

Urgh, geez. So much for that. I feel so nauseous all of a sudden. I think I ate too many tikoys already to last me a lifetime. I gotta go and well, relieve me of my pain.

Happy Chinese New Year's to all~~   

Gosh. Can't believe I managed to pull off changing the design of my bloggie without bugging someone or sending PM's to everyone from my YiM and MSN list for help!  I'm so, so, sOoOoOo proud of myself!!! XDDD~~

Anyways, the layout is pre-made (as usual!). Seccie-chan knows null about web design, and she's also too lazy to study. It's entitled Reflections, and it features the main characters (minus Satoshi-kun) from one of my most favorite animes, D.N. Angel. Thanks very much to Ambrosial Designs for making this pweety-pweety design!! ^_____^

Oh, before I end this entry, I just want to say that this bloggie has now been blessed with a name! *throws confetti* I had a hard time coming up with one that would finely suit my taste, but eventually, I've settled for Ore-sama!! XDD Hai, hai!  It's perfect!! It reminds me of Miyavi-sama, and Ore-sama is Japanese for Me in a superior way, and well, this bloggie is MINE so the owner is ME, in other words, Ore-sama, and...

...What was I saying again? O.o;;

Hmm. Moo. Forget it.   

Seccie-chan is lost. She'll stop this pointless rambling now and continue eating another set of tikoys. Ta-ta!