elydesia: " vocaloid " (happy kaito)
birthday wishlist 2015

no order, prices are CAD

  • The World of Thedas Vol 2 ($26.48)
  • Sims 4: Get To Work ($39.99)
  • Sims 4: Perfect Patio Stuff ($9.99)
  • Dragon Age Inquisition: Jaws of Hakkon DLC ($14.99)
  • Cat Keyhole Bra Set ($33.00 USD)

    or you can give money straight into my book fund, using my dad's paypal (message me for it)

    or you can give me art (laughs a lot 'cause no one will do this)

    or you can do something creative and surprise me 100% 'cause I'm terribad at guessing

    or you can give me nothing q u q
elydesia: " casshern sins " (casshern ; standard)
last edited: september 18

2014 )
elydesia: (old kusui)

I was nervous the first time we made love, which made things awkward. I apologized to her.

"Aren't we polite!" she said. "No need to apologize for everything."

After her shower she threw on a bathrobe, grabbed two beers from the fridge, and handed one to me.

"Are you a good driver?" she asked.

"I just got my license, so I wouldn't say so. Just average."

She smiled. "Same with me. I think I'm pretty good, but my friends don't agree. Which makes me average, too, I suppose. You must know a few people who think they're great drivers, right?"

"Yeah, I guess I do."

"And there must be some who aren't very good."

I nodded. She took a quiet sip of beer and thought about it.

"To a certain extent those kinds of things are inborn. Talent, you could call it. Some people are nimble; others are all thumbs.... Some people are attentive, others aren't. Right?"

Again I nodded.

"OK, consider this. Say you're going to go on a long trip with someone by car. And the two of you will take turns driving. Which type of person would you choose? One who's a good driver but inattentive, or an attentive person who's not such a good driver?"

"Probably the second one," I said.

"Me too," she replied. "What we have here is very similar. Good or bad, nimble or clumsy--those aren't important. What's important is being attentive. Staying calm, being alert to the things around you."

"Alert?" I asked.

She just smiled and didn't say anything.

A while later we made love a second time, and this time it was a smooth, congenial ride. Being alert--I think I was starting to get it. For the first time I saw how a woman reacts in the throes of passion.

I had to quote it because it was absolute genius.

First Vintage International Edition, April 2002
Copywright (c) 2001 by Haruki Murakami

pg.39 - 41
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When I was a little bird, I was the only one in my class who wanted to be a paleontologist. I didn't have very many friends while growing up; I spent my time outside of school playing either in my backyard or in the house. Usually with things like rocks, stationary, or VHS tapes. I didn't have very many toys, so I often made my own.

During this period, I developed a love of making stories.

Now, I am a writer. Although, I prefer to be called a storyteller.
I did not graduate high school, and I am not currently employed.

However, I study a wide variety of subjects from books and the internet, such as literature (Beat Generation, Romantic movement), space (nebulae, asteroids, constellations), ancient mythology and legends (Greek, Japanese, Chinese, Hindu, etc.), design (fashion, interior, web, architectural), sociology (vaguely), cooking (baking, home cooking), history (mostly 19th century), and photography (in practice).

I keep a terrarium with pet pillbugs, and a marimo from Hokkaido in a small jar of water. I really admire Japanese culture, and I love food. There isn't much of a line between gender for me. Although I am a girl, I wish I were a boy a lot of the time.

Someday in the future, I'll be a famous writer of novellas.
And I'll live in Japan!

I'll have two children, a boy and a girl (but Gran says I can't pick and choose), and I'll live in either a small house or an apartment.


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