Your Moon at Night, your Sun at Day

New makeup cooooooming!

2008-09-01T15:23:07Z

Newly bought Stila eyeshadow quad, the packaging is cuuuuuute! XDDDD so summer!

WTF is wrong?????? and meme too

2008-08-31T14:47:17Z

I've been dying to post to my journal with the rich text format....and the toolbar just don't wanna fucking LOAD!!!!!!!! I'm STUCK WITH HTML FORMAT ONLY GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHH!!!!!

1. What music did you hear last?
Ojos Asi- Shakira. VERY GOOD for those who do the bellydance

2. What novel/story did you read last?
Geisha, A Life by Mineko Iwasaki (the legend behind Arthur Golden's Memoir)

3. Whats it about?
'bout the truth behind all the glitz and glam of geiko and maiko-hood in Gion ^^

4. What is the most random pleasure you allowed yourself recently?
huh? maybe going to that Charles&Keith big sale to grab 4 pairs of shoes....

5. Current favorite piece of music?
Enrique Iglesias-Push. So darn sexy and danceable!

6. What was the last thing to make you laugh recently?
reading some horribly funny meme

7. What infuriated you recently?
I forgot...

8. What did you eat today for dinner?
some Chinese-style boiled beef ribs and salted veggies soup

9. What did you dream last night?
STRANGE dreams about giant butterflies

10. What was the last non-novel book you read?
Herworld magazine ^^

11. Favorite current drink?
Pocari Sweat

12. Did you have any childhood nicknames?
no,just plain Iris, my RL name

13. Secrets you have never told anyone?
ummmm, I dun think so....

14. How you like your men, bulky and hairy or slim and tender?
taller than me, a bit older, ummm...not too bulky but clearly gotta make me feel warm and safe when I'm near him ^^

15. Last video/PC game you played?
Harvest Moon: An Innocent Life

16. Last thing you watched on TV?
MotoGP race live, Valentino Rossi FTW!!!!!!!

17. Ever had a crush on an anime or game character? (Which?)
TOO MANY!!!!

18. Dream job if you could chose free?
a writer/author/journalist, am currently working on it

19. Last website you watched besides y!gallery?
my email inbox

20. Last question: do you prefer to wear socks or shoes or be barefoot?
flip-flops

My life's such a bore...

2008-08-26T16:11:02Z

Recently, I'm a little bit horrified that my life's starting to look and feel and become simply horribly BORING. Guh, I didn't choose to live independently from my parents to be like THIS!

Slowly but sure, my life only revolves around college-part time job-dance practice-random bookstore stop-apartment-writing whatever stupid drabble I have in mind. Period. No effin' adventure at all. GAWD.
I often wodner how could my life end up to be THIS boring. I miss my highschool days, days of seemingly endless lovely turmoil. Back in those days I was a depressed trainwreck, but somehow the near-insane state boost my creativity like shit and I wrote some of my best works at that time. Not to mention that I had a whirlwind of a lesbian relationship ^^;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; ~~that relationship was as good as it was downright shitty, so I decided to just go straight instead~~

Pffffffffffffffffttt.....right now I even have some kinda office romance that makes me wanna STRANGLE someone to death, GAAARGH. My 'talent agent', y'know, those people who go around discovering new writers and gonna promote them to publishers and all that jazz... He's developing a crush on me.
DUDE PLEASEAAAAAAARRRGGHHHH
Stage 1: Started with random calls to talk about idiot random stuffs that have nothing to do with my writing at all.
Stage 2: Took me to some random coffeeshops to discuss super-silly things
Stage 3: Asked me whether I have free time/no, if YES then he'd proceed to ask if I wanna visit this/that bookshop, just the two of us.
Stage 4: Knocked at my apartment door at NIGHTS then started finding excuses to spend some time there

STOP TRYING TO GET INTO MY PANTS, MR AGENT. I'M NOT INTERESTED KTHX

New ConYuu work...phewh!

2008-08-13T04:04:27Z

Title: Butterfly
Rating: PG to PG-13
Warning: Crossdressing like WHOAH
Word count: GUH...please someone tell me how to do this.....
Summary: Yozak was giving Yuuri a dance lesson for yet another undercover action, but the Maou's mind was somewhere else.

“Filthy demon of Ruthenberg!!!”

For what was possibly the hundredth time in that day, Yuuri shook his head as hard as he could, until his vision went into a blur. And, for what was also possibly the hundredth time in that day, Yozak had to slap the young Maou’s arm with a lace folding fan to fix his posture. “Your Majesty, hold your arms up a little higher, and open the fan quicker than that!”, he frowned and shook his head, “Here, watch me again.” The redhead spy clapped his hands, and the musical troupe sitting on one corner of that ballroom resumed their playing. Yuuri stepped aside, and once Yozak started the fan dance routine all over again, the musicians couldn’t help to stare in a mix of awe and envy. Yozak made such a convincing lady, and what a dancer he was. In spite of how his burly physique clashed dramatically those layers of multicolored silk dress, high heels, thick makeup and all, he could still pull up an enchanting act. However, Yuuri paid attention to none of those.

After a few especially enticing turns, twirls and pivots, Yozak raised one hand and the musicians stopped their playing. The redhead spy stared at Yuuri, who was caught red-handed failing to pay attention to his dance and staring out of the window instead. “My, my….Your Majesty, your mind certainly is wandering so faraway, isn’t it?”, he sashayed to Yuuri’s side in a particularly sultry manner, “You didn’t even pay enough attention to this beautiful dance that you’re supposed to learn!”. Yuuri looked aside, trying to hide the mixed-up emotion in his eyes. Yozak let out a heavy sigh. He knew perfectly what was nagging his King’s mind. He tapped Yuuri’s shoulder lightly and said, “If you’re looking for Taichou, I know where he is. Oh, but don’t forget your umbrella, I think it will rain very soon.” Yuuri stared back at Yozak, who gave him a coy wink, which strangely seemed to be filled with understanding as well.

~******~

That day started out nice and smooth with nothing to worry about. The weather was warm, the sky was blue and clear, and Yuuri seemed to be all excited with the parade to commemorate Shinmakoku’s Independence Day. A lavish parade had been carefully prepared since weeks ago, and that would be followed by many kinds of entertainment from musicians and entertainers from all corners of the country. People with happy faces lined up on both sides of the main street as the royal carriage procession passed. They cheered happily for Yuuri, who was smiling a smile that could even be brighter than the sun itself. Conrad rode by his side, and he decided that there was nothing more satisfying in the world than seeing Yuuri’s smile. But suddenly…

“You filthy demon of Ruthenberg!!”

Conrad didn’t know what had stunned him worse, the old man’s ear-piercing scream, the spit flying right into his face, or the sheer shock in Yuuri’s face. The imperial guards quickly scrambled over to drag the old man away, but it didn’t stop him from hurling more hateful, hurtful screams at both Yuuri and Conrad’s direction, “A ruthless king like you only deserves a ruthless demon to be your protector! You’re all filthy, ruthless demon with blood in your hands!”.

It wasn’t the vile words that broke Conrad’s heart, but the devastated look in Yuuri’s face.

~******~

“Conrad! What on earth are you doing, standing under the rain like that?!”

Yuuri’s voice interrupted Conrad’s internal reminiscence. When he turned around, he expected to see his dearest Maou marching right toward his direction, maybe a little fuming, possibly with an umbrella in hand, and very likely to spew lots and lots of reprimand about getting totally wet like a washed out cat. He was ready to face every single bit of it, but he totally didn’t see that coming.

What he saw coming right at him was a girl. And a very beautiful one, wearing an equally beautiful dress with a dark green raincoat over it. Her dress was a rainbow of many shades of green, gracefully swished and swayed around her along with her every move. An idle wind picked up her long, long brown hair which was gathered into an elaborate braid as she moved towards his side. Conrad wondered how could he had never seen that girl before, a girl whose every single move reminded him of a carefree butterfly, whose body had the scent of summer grass and bright summer sun and…..

Wait a minute, summer grass and sun?

“Conrad, hey, Conrad! Gosh, what are you staring at?! Are you sick? Hello! Geez, you’re completely soaking wet!”

Suddenly the Lion of Ruthenberg felt dizzy, and it was surely not due to the strong blowing wind or the raindrops slapping his face. “Yu…Yuuri??? Why are you….what are you….??”, he stammered, trying to find the proper words to express his shock. Yuuri didn’t need any further hint to grasp what had driven his beloved protector into such a state of shock. He quickly struggled to cover his dress with the raincoat he was wearing. “I…it’s…this is all Yozak’s doing, trust me!”, he squeaked while trying to fight a massive blush, “Uuuuugh! He forced me to wear all these stupid, stupid stuffs for a….a dance lesson! Argh geez, don’t misunderstood me, the dance is just for another covert operation!” Clearly the massively blushing Maou was trying his best to hide the dress he was wearing, but for Conrad the spectacle looked more like a funny snake trying to go after its own tail. He couldn’t but to smile and brushed away Yuuri’s hand lightly.

“Don’t, Yuuri. You look great in that”, Conrad’s smile went a little wider.

“R…r…really? Even with this stupid wig on my head?”

“Really, Yuuri. Trust me.”

There was a sigh of relief from the young Maou as he moved a little closer to Conrad, so that both of them would be under the shelter of the umbrella. For a moment, both of them simply stood side by side in silence. Yuuri eyed Conrad sheepishly, somewhat hesitating to break the silence between them. But finally, in a voice only a little more than a whisper, he decided to at least say something to him. “Conrad, it’s been a week since that, uh….incident. I think you should just forget about it. Y’know, I really didn’t pay much attention to that.”

Because I care much more about your feeling, Yuuri mused to himself.

Silence again, for several agonizing minutes. The poker expression on Conrad’s face made Yuuri mentally slap himself and wonder if he had said the horribly wrong thing.

“Those words, I didn’t mind them at all,” when he finally spoke, Yuuri was surprised to see how sad his smile was, as if he was crying behind the smile, “But….those words surely have hurt you, right? My biggest concern is of course about you, Yuuri. I can’t deny that there’s some, if not a lot of, truth in the old man’s words. I’m quite a ruthless demon, after all.”

After all those times he spent by Conrad’s side, Yuuri has heard more than enough of self-blaming and over-concerned remarks from his nazukeoya. Normally, he could still put up with that. But in Yuuri’s simple mind, blaming yourself was one thing. Calling yourself a ruthless demon with a terribly sad smile was another thing, and an intolerable one. So, with a long, deep breath, Yuuri Shibuya steeled himself to go and say something that, on normal situations, he would consider as completely outrageous.

“Conrad, look at me.”

When those deep, deep brown eyes stare straight into Yuuri’s, the boy unconsciously gulped. For a moment, his knees felt like jellies and he forgot everything he was about to say, and he felt those eyes bore straight into his soul, stripping him of all coherence. But after another, particularly loud gulp, he gathered enough courage to finally finish what he was about to do.

“Even if….even if the whole world, everyone…hates you or abandons you,” Yuuri struggled to keep his voice from faltering, “I will never, ever do so.”

That said, Yuuri immediately looked away and hid his face under the hood of his raincoat. Then all of a sudden, a very strong wind blew against them. Yuuri yelped and tightened his grip at the umbrella, but the wind had knocked his traincoat’s hood back, along with some hairpins in his wig. Conrad caught a falling hairpin “Yuuri, your hairpin’s falling.” “Ah, just ignore it Conrad! It’s just for my wig, after all! I didn’t need it that at all….” Yuuri’s mouth was shut when he realized Conrad had moved behind him. “But this is a very nice hairpin, Yuuri. Plus, I doubt Yozak will be happy if…” he fought back a chuckle, “If one of his most prized collections is missing.”

“His WHAT??? You mean all of these stupid shiny, blingy stuffs are…”

“Those aren’t stupid Yuuri, those are beautiful. And don’t move, I’m going to pin it back into place.”

Conrad stared at the hairpin in his hand. It was in the shape of a butterfly, made of silver and inlaid with iridescent mother-of-pearl. It was certainly a product of excellent craftsmanship, but what had struck him was in the details. As he traced his fingers along the butterfly’s wings, he was surprised to find that those frail wings were not as frail as they seem. Made of tightly woven silver wires, they were both strong and beautiful, in spite of their superficial frailty.

The butterfly might look frail, but in fact it’s as strong as it’s beautiful.

“Yuuri?”

“Yeah, what is it?”

“……….Thank you. For everything.”

When Conrad finally finished fixing the hairpin back into place, he realized that the rain had stopped.

Fanfic time! I just dunno where to post this....

2008-08-09T16:32:42Z

Title: Take the Chance
Rating: I think PG, for slight mentions of boixboi lurv.....
Pairing: ConYuu, vague mention of ShinouxDaikenja
Summary: As always, a certain Great Sage must come to the 27th Maou's rescue.....this time as a love doctor.

When Murata’s cellphone frantically vibrated in the midst of his biology midterm and the caller ID was that of the one and only King Yuuri Shibuya, he sensed a disaster coming. All his fears were confirmed when an ear-wrecking scream greeted him, followed by half-crazed pleas to have an urgent meetup at the city park, by the fountain, and the additional threat of I’ll go aks Annisina to test her latest invention on you if he didn’t do so. With the kind of threat in hand, the Great Sage had no other choice but say yes and secretly wished that His Majesty wasn’t on the brink of creating another Ruthenberg episode.

The moment he reached the park, he found Yuuri already sitting on an empty bench. Murata planned to give him a big surprise slap on the shoulder and a mile-wide grin, but when he saw that Yuuri’s face reminded him of a totally wrung-out shirt before ironing, he sacked the idea.

“So, what’s the deal, Shibuya? You looks like womeone who’s about to be guillotined.”

“Well,uh yes…..eh,no. I mean,ugh!! Yes yes yes YES IT IS, Murata!”

Murata patted Yuuri’s back and offered him a bottle of water he had always prepared for times like this. Yuuri snatched it and gulped half of the content hastily. Murata couldn’t help to smile, “Better now?” “Uh, well….yeah, kinda.”, Yuuri massaged between his eyebrows, and Murata wondered since when did his best friend start to copy Gwendal’s signature gesture. “So, ready to tell me what your problem is?”, he eyed Yuuri curiously. His question was answered by a big gulp and a heavy sigh, which made the Great Sage even more anxious about Shinmakoku’s future. Then finally, the 27^th Maou dropped the bomb.

“Murata, I think I’m head over heels in love.”

“Geez, Shibuya!! You shrieked all the way to Touhoku just to say……”

“With a guy.”

After a very, very pregnant pause, the only thing Murata managed to mouth was a simple, humble “Oh.”.

That simple, humble reply, sent Yuuri off in a hair-tugging, shrieking frustration spell. “Aaaaargh! I know you’ll react like that, this is disastrous, Murata!!”. Murata cleared his throat and asked, “Is it with Wolfram?”

“NO.”

Now the Sage started to grasp how serious the situation was…..at least for Yuuri. Sure, falling in love with another man won’t be the end of Shinmakoku, but with a fiancée like Wolfram it might be the end of Yuuri’s ass.

“So…..are you gonna tell me who’s this…..secret lover of yours, Shibuya?”

“NOT a secret love!! Murata, don’t tease me!”

“Well, if it’s not a secret love…..then who’s that lucky guy who snatches a chance to be the Maou’s beloved, Shibuya?”

“LUCKY?? I don’t think anyone who risks the chance of being fried to a crisp by a fuming and flaming Wolfram will feel lucky!!”

Murata almost laugh his ass off at the mental image, but Yuuri’s glare silenced him. Yuuri returned to his seat and sighed an even heavier sigh. Years of being one of Yuuri’s few best friends had given Murata the precious knowledge that one of the best ways to ease Yuuri up is to let him blab and blurb his stress away almost endlessly. “Okay then, if you don’t wanna tell me, it’s fine.”, Murata punched his forearm lightly, “You can say anything, share anything, I’ll listen.”. Yuuri opened his mouth to protest, but upon seeing Murata’s super-concerned face, he decided that maybe it was much better to share some stuffs.

“So, uh…..y’know, it’s not like we’re a couple of secret lovers, Murata. Scrap those dirty thoughts. I don’t even have the guts to confess! Not because I’m scared of Wolfram!”.

Murata raised one eyebrow in question.

“Uuuh….well okay, yeah of course I do, who’s not afraid of an outraged Wolfram? But, I mean, that’s not one of the main reasons.”

“Well, then what’s your reason?”

Instead of going all frantic again, Yuuri responded in a way which surprised Murata. He leaned back on the bench with an almost unreadable expression, hands reaching out to the blue sky above. “You see, Murata…..actually the whole thing is so funny and almost silly.”, there was a light shucke and shaking of head, like a vain attempt to erase some silly thoughts, “Of course this is a one-sided love all the way. He’s so…..unreachable for me. He’s just so perfect, as if carved out of a dream. He’s someone that people can look up to, a hero through and through, and who am I? I’m really just a tiny little swallow, compared to him, a strong and fierce eagle scaling the endless sky with his wings….”. Yuuri smiled faintly and closed his eyes, completely oblivious to the oh-so-familiar glint in Murata’s glasses.

“But Shibuya, even swallows have wings and they can fly. Plus, it’s totally natural to fall for someone like Conrad.”

In an instant, Yuuri’s eyes flew open and he had a shocked look that Murata only saw once before, when he got a look of Gwendal in that sexy red qipao. “H…how…how…how did you….?!!!”, he stammered wildly.

“You’re always too easy to read, Shibuya, just like an open book.”, Murata chuckled, “You think how many Mr.Perfects are there in Shinmakoku?”. At that point, Yuuri’s face has turned redder than the reddest beet and was trying his best to hide it, but Murata stopped him by grabbing his hand. That gesture alone surprised Yuuri, but when he raised his face, he was a hundred times more surprised.

He didn’t expect to see his mother’s smile on his best friend’s face. And not just any ordinary smile, it’s that Mom-knows-you’ve-tried-hard-it’s-ok-to-fail-sometimes kind of smile.

“It’s okay to fall in love, Shibuya.”

“B…but….but…with Conrad…with a GUY is NOT okay! Murata,ugh! This is totally…..totally….crazy!”

“Shibuya. Since when did love cease to drive people crazy?”, Murata’s reply was accompanied with a stare that could even stop a Shinkansen running at full speed.

Yuuri dropped his shoulders and bit on his fingernails nervously. Murata let go of his hand and smiled unconsciously. “What am I gonna do, Murata? I’m practically half-dead here.”, Yuuri squeaked. Murata wasn’t looking, but his smile grew a little wider. “Go and tell him, Shibuya. Tell everything.”. Yuuri’s eyes grew to the size of salad platters.

“WHY SHOULD I?”

“Because you have to.”

“WHY???? That’s suicide, Murata!”

“What, are you afraid of being turned down, rejected?”

An uncomfortable silence again between them, followed by the faintest of nods from Yuuri.

“Even if he’s gonna reject you, that’s better than not admitting it. You should take the chance.”

“Why’s that?”

The answer was accompanied by a faint, sad smile, “Because people often don’t realize that they must take their chance, until everything’s way too late.”

Until you’ve lost the loved one forever, and you have to spend an eternity drowning in regret.

No further explanation was needed; Yuuri understood.

With a wide grin in his face and a newly discovered confidence in his gait, the Maou marched bravely to the nearest fountain. “Good luck, Shibuya! And don’t forget the slapping rule, make sure you don’t make any blunder there!”, Murata cheered for his best friend. Yuuri entertained the idea of giving him a middle finger, but he turned to face Murata with a wicked grin instead.

“Murata, I remember something about you saying that I have the power that can even surpass Shinou. And, y’know, Shinou had the power to….send souls to be reincarnated right?”

Murata gulped.

“I think I MUST talk to Ulrike if I can send a certain soul to be reincarnated too!”

The last thing Yuuri remembered before he took the leap, was how amusing Murata’s shocked face could be, and that he should bring a camera more often.

Been UBER SUPER horribly bored lately....

2008-08-04T14:36:50Z

Boredboredboredboredboredbored....................................

Part-time editor jobs EATS ME ALIVE.

ANYWAYS

I've been entertaining myself with Peacemaker Kurogane and AirGear recently. And holy crap, TWO THINGS that my brain cells managed to process was a crapload of HijikataxOkita and IkkiXAkito stuff. Yay, go me. O_______________________O
All those barely-there-vague-as-mist shonen-ai hints really got me going y'know-where......

Someone knock my head real hard, puhlease. MUST MUST MUST MUST revert attention back to unfinished novel.
*headdesk and faceslap self real hard*

I bawled my eyes out at a darned BOOKSTORE.....holy fuck

2008-07-23T15:23:53Z

The cause was horribly simple.

I read the Korean manhwa Princess by Seung-won Han, volume 27.
GODDAMNIT asgdfhjiikldgfjkfsd....................................................
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I know, I know I have a certain soft spot for deeply touching stories, but AAAAAAAAARRRGGGHHHHH......Before I even finished reading half of the story, I've bawled my eyes out.
Literally.
Really.
In the middle of a busy bookstore.
I sobbed like a lost child and GYAAAARGGHH......The pages were all wet with my tears!!!!!!!!!
*facepalms*
*headdesk*
*kicks self*

I've must made quite a scene there, since a security guard even bothered to approach me if I was sick or something. No sir, I'm PERFECTLY healthy. It's just this horribly sad manhwa made me lose all composure and I just couldn't help to bawl my eyes out miserably.

Damn you Seung-won Han, really. You and your story made me return home super deppreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessed.....!!!!!

Further random blabs about myself...

2008-07-19T07:46:28Z

My friends kindly suggested me to add some more fun facts about me...why? They say it's to make myself more 'believable'. (read: So that random folks won't suspect you as some mad-ass-nutsy-bachelor-posing-as-a-cute-underaged-chick-to-be-a-sex-predator).

..........OK.
Seriously.
DUUUUUUUDES.
I know the netz isn't a really safe place ( I never wanna post my full face pic in LJ for the sake of safety), but WTF???????

Anyways, I don't speak Chinese. Yes, truly true. I speak English well as well as some Japanese blabs, but not Chinese. Daddy is a Lebanese-American and mommy is Chinese-Indian-Vietnamese. And I'm practically a Japanophile thru-and-thru. So, yeah.

Geez, what am I writing exactly?
Must be all those fanfic ideas, they're starting to eat and gnaw at my brain.... >____> 'S like I can hear the munch-munch-munch going on inside my HEAD.

Ahhhhh, whatever. Should be off to finish some ConYuu fics I plan on submitting real soon. Oh, and make introductory posts in some comms. Oh, and KKM season 3 is LUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURVVVVVV totally.

...............I sound like someone going crazy, really.

New to LJ, some facts about me

2008-07-18T16:29:32Z

First name: Iris

Last name: Secret

Age: 20

Residence: HK

Zodiac: Aries

Occupation: Fulltime college student and part-time avid daydreamer and drabbler

Loves: Good mangas with a healthy dose of pretty shonen-ai, art movies, good books, historical facts, Harvest Moon games, critical discussion partners, freedom of speech, leisure time to write, things Japanese, cross-cultural udnerstanding, geisha sub-culture.

Hates: Narrow-minded bigots, prudes, cheesy-corny cheap romance novels, homophobes, B-movie failures, misogynists.

I hope to have as many friends as possible in LJ. Don't hesitate to friend me, since I don't bite (much). Don't be surprised and please don't be mad if I wanna add you as friends. Dozo yoroshiku!