Sunday, November 26

- Seventh Blood Butterfly -

The skies are so pretty this evening. I want to be together with them.

I'm off to China at 4 am (GMT +8). And its 7 PM at the moment. Just a little while until I actually goes poof. Well, to somewhere else. I'll be close to the skies for 5 hours, while heading off to China. I might actually get to catch the sunrise if I don't rest.

I'll be waiting for that day.

OH! And at my Grandmama's funeral, I forgot to mention what I thought about when I was there. Mommy reminded me so many times about her thoughts. I thought I'd share mine here, since mommy will think I'm silly sharing it with her, since I'm so young.

I want to die in a place of white, I want to look like a doll when I'm dead. Clad me in my favourite Gothic Lolita style, then gather my drawings, my favourite my clothes, and burn it together with me. I want to be cremated. Give me white carnations, just make things really pretty. I don't mind if you don't burn enough golden/silver papers, just burn the white long ones, like I will do for mommy. When you get my ashes, sprinkle it into the sea, into the skies. I want to fly. I want to travel reallly really far, so I can see places I've never seen. Like what I'll do for mommy. I don't want anyone to see me dying- I don't want anyone to cry at my funeral. I want to see a celebration? Oh, and remember to raise my soul before I burn inside the incinerator. I hate heat alot.

I actually don't know how I want my funeral to be.

Well ANYWAYS. LAVANTE DOMINVM IS UP ^__^; RPer's, writers, GO JOIN.
http://lavante.phpbb3.net. I'm just inviting one and all~! Its kinda new. So bear with me, okay?

Oh, and just now, I was taking pictures of myself with my webcamera =3 Here~!



Haha. <3
Well. I don't know what to write/rant/complain about for now.
Or I can't seem to fit it in nicely.
"I went for tution today, and cried before because I didn't want to go."

Anyways. Kay. Time to go~
Ja-ne, Minna-san.

.: Pitiful Shadows cloaked in darkness, Thy actions cause men pain and suffering. Thy hollow soul drowns in thy sins. How would you like to see what death is like? :.


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