Vash-honey.Net // v.2 Behold Eternal Existance is under construction! Damn it, so don't mind the blackness because it's under construction!

The month's theme is Trigun. Yay! Last month was Chobits. What does the next month bring? Wooo!

So bare with me.

Dearest Vashu,

  "There's something that cannot be expressed in words. Human emotions. Emotions of the heart cannot be defined. But there's a way to read the emotions. Look into their eyes. The girl lied to me. But I believed her. The man lied to me. But I trusted him. But the moment I looked into his eyes, the angel of destiny began to unravel the truth. Just look into their eyes. There is only one truth."

You said that once.

I always doubted your philosophical words; somehow they were too forgiving, too accepting, as if you were never mislead into the involvement of a lie, as if you yourself never participated with commiting such a mortal crime.

Had it ever occurred to you that eyes could be trained to deceive as well? Eyes are no longer transparent to read, my naive Vashu, they could hide what the mouth could not.

Tell me, Vashu, what is the one truth that lies behind the unfolding of the lies? That humans, among the fickle characters of them all, are undefinable, like the their emotions. I know I cannot define my own emotions; that indeed makes human emotions mortally immortal. God, the concept of God, and human emotions can never be discovered for what they truly are, and thus they are immortal.

You are indeed the wisest man, and your words would be what I will take time to understand.

Chao, my darling Vashu.

Yours,

"Laine M. Severem"

Dearest Vashu--

I'd like to think I would be reading George Orwell's "1984" by the dimming light of my lamp, in the dead reaches of a nightly morning, yet somehow I am not. So instead, I decide to think what was to come in a near future, and if I were to read "1984" by my lamp in the early hours of morning, then it would be my gain to find I already was currently reading "1984" before I actually was. Confusing, yes?

I was never a very transparent person, opaque almost. My writing would be in paradoxes and metaphors, as if I just couldn't write what the point was without feeling empty, rather the void of twists in one's lifetime.

Indeed that would be rather odd to find one my age to be pondering what many grown men could not achieve in their 70's, and for that, I think one's life would be meaningless if all life's purpose was to continue to live and breathe, live to die, until one perishes by old age or fated death. If one were to die, I would like to think that one should at least have pondered why we exist.

But then I could just be too optimistic, bi-polar as well. Here, in my xanga, a journal where strangers such as yourself would know more about me than my neighbors, I have no face, and once one has no identity, there we possess the encumbrace of "freedom."

If I could laugh at the irony of my situation, then I would, but mockery is hurtful, judgemental, and thus self-destruction in a sense. I sound suicidal, or just demented, but in reality, I'm a philosopher in a child's doll. And if any individual dares to take my sentences, the words I mimic on my journal, and claims it as their own, I could only pity you for God is watching, and theft is considered one of many of His/Her/It commandments. Hell is awaiting for people who are envious of my "nothings."

My writings are considered "nothings" because I write about the thoughts I have on nothing, or if I were to think of something of significance, well, I would take that and create a "nothings."

My dear Vashu, I must part from thee, relunctantly if I may add. Adieu!

Yours in thoughts,

"Laine M. Saverem"

Currently Reading 1984 By George Orwell, Erich Fromm see related

 Vash-honey! Eek!

Trigun must have been a gift from the heavens, cause it rocks, man. At times, I wonder why we, girls, can't have Vash instead of the losers men are. The Pros and Cons of Vash vs. The Pros and Cons of the Male Species:

Pros:

Vash - Cares for human life, kind-hearted, sensitive, attractive, delicious, yummy, sexy, devoted, passionate, caring, and the list goes on . . .

Men - Er, *scratches head* They produce good heavyweigh boxing matches! Those rock!

Cons:

Vash - ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! Well, except he's got too humility to admit that he, too, needs love.

Men - Do you really want me to start? First, just because they got extra skin hanging off from between their legs gives them no right to believe they have power over us. Second, their ego rivals mine, and my ego is like, erm, you don't even want to know how big. Third, THEY THINK JUST BECAUSE THEY'RE TALLER THAN ME THEY HAVE THE RIGHT TO BOSS ME AROUND. WELL, SCREW A GAY WHORE, CAUSE I AIN'T YOUR SERVENT! That comment was to no one in particular, just the many few who decide they think just because I'm a shortie, they get to have a field day picking on the little girl.

Anyways, this proves that Vash is thus the embodiment of perfection, and yes, men are the encumbrance of society as we know it.

Credits: The wholesome cutie called Vash and it's wittle image on the top is brought to you by http://trigunrealm.fateback.com!

'Lo there!

I changed my layout if you didn't notice, but you probably won't BECAUSE YOU DON'T GIVE THE TIME OF DAY TO VISIT "DOOM MUFFIN!" WHAT IS YOUR DAMN PROBLEM?

*calmed down*

For all Fanfiction.Net Readers and Writers, I am the imfamous "Nikki Miyawaza." Am I hearing my audience applauding?

*crickets in the background, someone shoots the crickets with their .20 mm, now there are no longer crickets, just absolute silence*

Fine be that way. I'm just gone use my blog as a link to the fanfiction site where my stories are. These are my fanfiction in a list. Enjoy!

Harry Potter --

Title: Lustful Expectations

http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=921356

Summary: Heartbroken and desperate for a job (any job, no matter how terrible), Hermione Granger became the au pair of the devious, young sister of Draco Malfoy. No one expected that she would fall in love with the Manor, the girl, and the man.

Sailor Moon [I know dorky, but do I care?] --

Title: Tuesday's Child

http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1254247

Summary: Twenty year old, post office worker, Serena Lawrynce fulfilled an empty, virgin life, who also held a clandestine crush on her neighbor next door. Now dear Serena is trapped in the Shields Manor, working as some servant to the passionate Darien Shields.

Title: Paradiso at Gato Negro

http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1395128

Summary: "I am captivated by you." Darien Shields, a man of social status and wealth, was yearning for the companionship of one significant other that very night he entered Gato Negro. Never would he fortell a series of nights where a local chambermaid will claim
his heart, his soul, his entire being, despite the dictations of soceity against the upperclassman and the chambergirl.

Rurouni Kenshin --

Title: A Tyrant's Nightingale

http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1321363

Summary:  Battousai was a man who thrived on power and bloodshed, a thriving king on the verge of a vast empire. On the eve of a solo night, amongst the blaring flames of Kanryuu's castle, was the voice of a tyrant's nightingale, pleading for her phantom freedom. Instead, she receive eternity bound to the legendary manslayer, as his single salvation from insanity.

Cardcaptors Sakura --

Title: Passionfruit

http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1144962

Summary: Eriol Hiiragizawa accidently caused an angelic, mute woman to faint in his arms on a spring morning. With time for her to heal, this maiden agrees to a deal that forces them to act as lovers. Is it all an act? Will this last forever?

READ THEM, DAMMIT! READ THEM!

CHAO!