FRIENDS ONLY, COMMENT TO BE ADDED.

--But accepting applications. ♥ I love meeting new people, whether you're in one of my fandoms or not (though that would make it much easier to strike up a conversation). Take a look around for my interests--they can be found mostly in the userinfo, but my icons and public posts will show you a lot, too. If we share some of those, that would be great.

And if you do friend me, please drop a line here so I know! :D

On the other hand, if you're here for the fic, it's all public and can be found either at my writing journal, singability, or in the archives at ladydreamer.org.

Happy travels?

I love Hawaii. Every place I go to here feels like someplace I've already been (Okinawa, the Philippines, Singapore, Korea) and I feel that if all of those countries got together and had a baby (all four of them, because that is totally possible) then that love child would be Hawaii. I am having a wonderful time doing absolutely nothing just because my brother and his wife like to keep all the screen doors in the house open and there is a constant island breeze--not too warm, just right--floating through the house. And there's so many windows, and so much sunshine, and even on the cloudy days it feels absolutely amazing.

Oahu is big. It's full of cliffs and valleys and the greenest mountains, and in between the rocky shores are bursts of heavy, sparkly city light. The sunsets here are smears of hot pink and lavender and puffy, fat clouds. So far, I've been to the North and South shores (so! many! beaches!) and eaten garlic shrimp from a truck and gone paddle surfing and eaten Matsumoto's shaved ice and bought the shortest shorts on the planet. I have gotten beat up by the fiercest of waves and it's not like the sun is any kinder, but I tan. :) 

One week down. Three more to go.



Kapolei. (I think.) 

Happy late America day!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MRAZMAN. ♥

You are 32 now and still freaking hot, at least in my book. Don't ever stop being who you are, because you're amazing. I love every single bit of you, from the way your voice swirls like melted butter on a plate to the way you are so in love with the earth. I honestly would not be the person I am today, thinking the way I do, without the words you write and sing. And yes, Ms. Jackson. I am for real.

Here's to you, and you and I both on July 29th, okay? I don't know what I'm going to do if I get to actually meet you that night (or any other night), but I'll try to be some kind of normal. No promises, though! :)

In music, if I’m truly committed to letting go – to being completely open to the power of sound – surrendering to the love supreme of spirit – and acknowledging how (to me) success thrives in the instability of spontaneity – if I’m committed to any or all of those things, then I can transcend this world entirely, getting as close to or even being whatever God (or love, or happiness) might actually be. If the performance of a song goes absolutely well, it won’t even feel like a performance. In many cases, I won’t even remember singing the song. It becomes more like time-travel, because in that moment, I’m so not caught up in society’s game. My attention rests in a space where time and space cease to exist. That’s the state where infinity lies, and it’s the most intensely rewarding experience I’ve ever known. - Jason Mraz

eta: singability updated, this time with something original!

• 21:46 rest in peace randy rivera. <3 いつもありがとうね。 #

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Happy birthday, my darling Junnosuke. Sometimes I wish the term 'Jun-baited' applied to my personal fandom situation, but I used to think you were A Total Girly Man, mainly because I first saw you on the reverse side of a Yamapi poster. And you were wearing sparkly eyeshadow and your hair looked like it was jealous of Shirley Temple's, and the background was lilac and you were wearing fluffy cashmere. So yeah, I didn't give you a second thought. I went back to the Pi side.

But that's all in the past (even though every time I see that poster I still laugh), and now I love you, alot, even though your hair is in a constant state of metamorphasis. I think I love you the most when you are Miss Bitch, because your eyebrows go funny and you get this look on your face that screams, "Girl, oh NO you diiiiiiiiin't!" and that makes me laugh, or I think maybe I love you the most when you're with Aiba, because it's very cute when you think he's stupid. Or your 'MAJI DE?' moments, or your giggles, or your 'I-can't-believe-I'm-doing-this' faces, or your 'Girl, I am SO HOT, I am a SEX GOD' faces, because those are hilarious. I love them all.

And, okay, sometimes you look hot. But most of the time I just wanna pinch your cheeks really hard until you throw me across the room and give you an A- for effort.

So instead of going on about how you are a special boy in my heart, I channeled it through Aiba by writing ~fic~. I know it's supposed to be porn because I initially promised (who? answer: myself) that I would write birthday porn for each of Arashi on their special days, but the PWP I was writing and planning to use today-- the Sho/Jun used-to-be-my-math-notes one--has spiraled out of my control. Instead, I wrote something else that is not sexy, but sappy. OH WELL. So you get your cake here, but you have to eat it somewhere else.

There's no title, and it's sort of Aiba/Jun, Jun/Arashi, Aiba/Arashi and Arashi/Arashi all in one, however vague each one may turn out to be in the fic. Whatever it really is, it's definitely sappy enough to melt all 32 (or if you got four pulled like I did, then 28) of your teeth. :D  :D More summary: late-night voicemails, Aiba is probably crying, mention of Jun's 20th birthday, and Ohno says inappropriate things to the cheese.

( eat the cheese, don't throw it at me--hey! )

Tomorrow I'll be in Charlotte until Sunday night, so when I get back maybe I'll have recuperated enough to talk about school and life and the horrible college application process--and my new friend who is a sweetie, and also Jack McFarland. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not.

Firstly, I thought this wasn't happening until Wednesday, but no, it's the 17th, not the 18th, and as my computer clock tells me it is Tuesday in Japan already. (Yeah, my computer is still on Japan time.) So, because I am a complete dork and have no shame, here we go:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the now 25-year-old Kazunari "I Like Hamburger--Gyoza, What's That?" Ninomiya, EVEN THOUGH HE STILL LOOKS NOT A DAY OVER SIXTEEN. But I love love love love LOVE him anyway--let no one deny that I like my boys just a little on the skinny side. (Say it with me: tall and lanky, TALL AND LANKY. Or at least fairly tall and lanky.)

And just in case you're feeling a little like a pedophile, have some medicinal Ohmiya to counterbalance: one, two, three, four.

MORE LOVE: this is what I like waking up to, shake it!; not only did he write this song, he also committed a mass burglary of hearts at the end; OKOGE NO SUUU-PUUU, supu de okoge! and manly Nino kissin' boys and frocliking on a pretend beach.

I am not good at finding links. My stamina level is very low, even for my favorite JE boy. Oh, life.

BUT ACTUALLY, there is more than just self-gratuitous picspam--there is fic. To be more precise, there is porn. Oh my. I was really intending to finish the monstrous Ohmiya fic by--well, by the time Nino's birthday rolled around, but obviously so much for that. So, to fix this situation, I wrote porn instead. No, really, it was that easy!

This is unbeta'd, even though I read it through once or twice (whilst blushing all the while) for grammar and spelling errors, and also things that make me cringe, although there still may be alot of those.

title: clockwork (or, the untitled nino birthday fic PWP)
pairing: Ohmiya
summary: There's a clock on Ohno's wall, right across from his bed. (Also in this one, Ohno is a machine, Nino doesn't know the limits of his own body, and there are puppies and Aiba/Jun. Who's on crack, now?)
rating: R

( how long--?  )
And that concludes my spastic birthday post for Nino--if you never come back to my journal, I completely understand. :D REAL POST TOMORROW.

eta: OH MY GOD I HATE RICH TEXT SO MUCH

I seem to have written fic.

It's been a LOONG time, folks, but I suppose now that it's summer my writing gland wants to partay it up. Not only do I have two fics in the making (one in planning stages (a collab) and the other, an Ohmiya, a whopping 13 pages already), but I'm writing a short story that's not even close to being done at 20 pages. This is all Word, folks, 12 pt Times. And it's not like I started them in March and am picking them up again--I started the Ohmiya yesterday and the short story a few weeks ago. I never write thirteen pages in two days. I usually don't even write things that are thirteen pages, let alone twenty, single-spaced.

I have officially exploded.

Anyhow, I know you all came here for the fic, but since you're going to read that anyway I decided to ramble a bit. :)



title: Charmed (NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH THE TV SHOW. I wanted to name it 'Third Time's the Charm,' but whyjennifer  already has a fic named that, and I know it doesn't really matter but IT DOES TO ME. D:)
pairing: Koyato, a touch of RyoPi
genre: Y'all are mature. PG.
summary: It might have begun with a game of spin the bottle mixed with truth or dare--Shige doesn't really remember.
notes: This is, first and foremost, REALLY LATE ~*~*BIRTHDAY FIC*~*~ fic for saturnial  , who had requested, on her birthday spam post, comment spam and/or comment fic. But I was super duper late so I decided to make up for it by writing her this monstrous thing (that includes, on her vague request, 'Koyato fluff, awkward and inefficient, with Pi and Ryo on the side') that may merge on badfic (not kidding). However it is love- and fun-filled, I assure you of that. <333

ENJOY THE RIDE.

LAST ONE. This baby is actually slowing down my computer. Oi.


And, from November 1st - 30th, 2006, this is what I made of National Novel Writing Month.

TO BE CONTINUED?

....

Yes. Promise. :)))

WHAT. There is actually a word limit to LJ entries? Oh, the things I don't know!


:O

On to Part III, then.

(A happy late birthday to Tegonyan. You're twenty, baby, and legal, I guess--but in my heart you'll always be a fresh nineteen. Purr!)

On NaNo 2006:

I just realized that I did promise one or two of you that I would post my NaNo novel up. And seeing that it is a year later and I still haven't done it, I suppose now would be a good time. :) I thought I'd lost it, actually--it was on my thumb drive, and I left that in school last year, never to be found again--but it just showed up in My Documents and bam. It happened to be the updated version, the one last left on my late USB.

I love life.

This beast managed to reach 24,880 words and 43 pages, 12pt font, Times New Roman. Reading back on some bits, I think I'll finish it, just for the sake of the lovely whore I have created within its pages. Purchase is a doll. I'd be her best friend.

And so, the monster sleeps under the cut.

Yeah, I did just say 'the monster sleeps under the cut.'

(All typos, grammatical errors, and weird plot devices so mine. Also, all italics have gone missing in the transition from Word to LJ. Sorry about that, but please guess where they would go. *bows*)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY gun_powder_tea !
Well I didn't think I'd be able to call you today, and I knew you'd get on LJ sometime so HERE IT IS. I DID NOT FORGET YOUR BIRTHDAY! (Incidentally it coincides with my friend's boyfriend's birthday, as well.) We can watch Ratasd;lfkds;lk if you want but we have to figure out when. AND THEN WE CAN WATCH HARRY POTTER EEEEEEEE!! But that is not until...well seven days from now. A WEEK FROM NOW OH GOD!

I have a pressie for you! But you won't be able to get it until we see each other. (The suspense!)

I'LL CALL BABY. WE'LL GO TO BORDERS.

KLATER.

Finally. God, I hate electronics.

title: Variations on Violet
rating: PG
summary: In a single month, Violetta counts sixteen variations on a common theme (Violetta).

This is what's bringing me to New York. Bareback and all. Er. Maybe I'm not quite using the right phrase. Whatever, I just slept for five hours, I's good.

I went to my friend's band concert today. It was part of the American-Japanese Friends Festival or summat like that, and we'd all gone to crowd round our clarinet-flinging and trumpet-bashing friends. Well it was all fun and games and Japanese kids kicking our ass, naturally, but the best part is that

AN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL PLAYED 'SEISHUN AMIGO'

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I WAS LIKE PHWAOR OMG MUST MARRY ALL OF THEM NOW. And it was the only school with a bass player and he was so cute and rockin' all out to all the songs and SEISHUN AMIGO EEEEEEE. I sang along, and would have danced, too, if I'd known the entire thing.

BUT THAT'S WHY JAPAN IS GREAT.

Video later.

ETA: AND NOW. West Ainoura Elementary School kickin' buttaaa by playing Seishun Amigo, which the announcer described as 'famous from television' (and in my head I went, 'FAMOUS!? *XPLODES*'). I'm also talking with Joe in the background (about nothing), so if you're the sort of person that detests people who talk during filming, I DARE YOU TO HATE ME. Nah, actually, I'm not really fond of them either. But oh well.

LINK, google doesn't embed: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-6857161171978569625

ETA 2: I haven't even finished the first episode yet but I already know that 1 Litre of Tears will successfully kill me dead sixteen different ways and back again. CRAP WHYYYY AM I SUCH A HOPELESS ROMANTIC ASDKJALJ

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH

title: What Didn't Happen/augustfai's Self-Introduction to RyoDa
pairing: AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH
rating: asdkj not pron
summary: "None of that happened, though," is what Ueda recalls telling the rest of KAT-TUN later. YA RIGHT UEBO! (11:17 PM and I'm sticking to my summary, folks.)
notes: Come on, now. In my mind Ueda has always been a little minx.


...OH, NO.

title: Five Names Ryo Calls Ueda (While They're Having Sex)
pairing: oh gawd
rating: pron, shit
summary: "You're on the bottom because I don't want to see any fucking fairies."
notes: *whimpers* Un-beta'd, and it's 11:53 and I'm tired so. Errors, yay!


RAAAAAAAAAAAH

Saturday, March 3rd, 2007
Oita City, Oita Prefecture, Japan
Beppu, Oita Prefecture, Japan

So I ended up going to both cities, not just Beppu. Oita is pretty much the city and Beppu is the country, although both have their fair share of foreigners. To prove my point, I met four Filipina women married to Japanese men--one of them is my auntie's cousin, who showed us around with her husband, and another teaches high schoolers English with her husband and has two girls, one 13, one 5, both of whom can only speak Japanese and who are SO PRETTY AND I AM JEALOUS OF THEM. Yeah, that's right. D: But this is not a ranty blog, it is a recollection blog. And so. Under the cut.



By the way, silverrangel, THIS ONE'S FOR YOU.

Tomorrow I am going to Beppu. There are hot springs, and cautionary tales of a sex museum and numerous, blatant sex shops. Personally, I find it a little odd that these are the two main 'attractions' (the hot springs I am sure are lovely, but as for the latter...).

AND THERE IS FIC. Nobuta. Nobuta/Akira, Akira/Shuuji (one-sided). You are warned. It is angsty and stream-of-consciousness-y and there is really no plot, as these things go, and little dialogue, which I'm not fond of, and it's vague. As you can see I don't like it so much. It is a product of stress, which may be saying something. (Did I mention Akira's not exactly Akira and it's angsty?) But I thought, well, I looked over it and wintersjuly already knows about it and it's eating at my soul a bit, so why not.

title: fresh sheets
rating: PG
summary: Akira finds alot of things disgusting lately.


This week has been absolutely crap. There's no other way to put it. I apologise for every comment I haven't replied to and every post I should have said something on but didn't. Hopefully next week will be better. And there are 18 days 'til the Hoshi wo Mezashite single ZOMG CANT WAIT

So that guy who jumped on the subway tracks in NY to save a fallen teenager--Wesley Autrey?--used to work with my dad. On a ship, back when they were in the Navy. And he was like, ZOMG WOW! and I was all, finding old friends on Myspace is nothing, if you can find them on CBS news. ;)