JOURNAL: humansitis (D.R.A.K.E. )

  • Part I 2004-02-01 11:38:32 Six AM. Buzz Buzz Buzz. I hit the half beaten in snooze button and stretched my arms and legs, lying lazily on my queen sized bed. I yawned and rubbed my puffy eyes. Finally, I slid my long, thin legs off the side of the bed and jumped down onto the cold wooden floor. It was a 5 foot jump, it was scary when I was 5, but now, it was cake.
    My dad was the martial artist. He did every form of martial arts I have ever heard of….some of the arts he practiced even contradicted another art he did. But he excelled in all of them. From Judo to Tae Kwondo to Tai Chi to plain old karate. Ever since I could walk he would always be wanting to teach me things like meditation, and training me to wake up before the sun. Because I was so young, it didn’t seem unnatural, it was until I started school that I realized I was abnormal and didn’t really belong in any groups.
    I had taken up Tai Chi from my dad, and I would wake up at six every morning and be in the white mirror room before 6:30. “Balance of life is very important.” (One of the few things my dad was repeat to me every 2 seconds.) Teaching me to jump 5 feet up and down was part of the whole balance and strength lessons. It was an art to be able to do things like that with grace and no danger. After I finished brushing my teeth and hair I walked to the white mirror room. The white mirror room was simply a white room with a row of mirrors on the north wall. It was very peaceful. The room was very spacious. Once you stepped into that room, you wanted to be perfect. I slipped on my training shoes and walked to the middle of the room.
    I meditated. There were six parts to meditation. If done right, some sweat should appear. After an hour of meditation, I started Tai Chi.
    Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Legs shoulder width apart and parallel to each other, chicken feet was what I called it. Shoulders relaxed, and the chest was caved in. Knees half bent. The tail bone was to be tucked in so my butt would not stick out. The back was always straight. Head always forward, but the chin was slightly tucked into the neck. For efficient breathing, the tongue should be placed on the roof of the mouth meeting the top row of teeth. This is the form of Tai Chi. I opened my eyes half way and giggled to myself when I looked at the mirror. After sixteen years of practice, one would think staring at one’s self in the mirror would no longer be weird. But for some reason, I would always laugh. My arms slowly raised itself to head height, and so it began.
    To do the whole form it took me about an hour. I would be soaked with sweat. I walked to the bathroom and took off my training clothes. I stepped into the shower and turn on the water. I winced at first because cold would always come before hot. Then I let the water slide over me. It felt good. After I washed it was around 8:30. I brushed my hair again and got ready for school.
    That’s when it all happened. On the 16th year of my life, everything would change. I would lose everything. I had already lost my mom when I was 8, but now I was about to lose much more.
     
  • Change of Fate 2004-02-01 00:03:13 I am your ordinary girl. I blend in with everyone else. I chatter endlessly on phone conversations, and I cry over the silliest things. I love being romantic and I know I will one day meet my prince charming. I think my boyfriend loves me, but I cannot be sure. The only thing different about me is...I don't have a destiny. There is nothing waiting for me to fulfill. This is my story. This is the story of the eternally perplexed girl. This is a story you have probably never read. This is the story no one cares to tell.




    Next installment: 1 Febuary 2004; evening 
  • Undecided 2004-01-30 23:13:09 I don't have time to post journal entries as much as I would like. I have a story idea just for fun and i think i'm going to write my stories in my journals and then install them monthly part by part. that way i have time to write and do other stuff. The story will be about, well to be honest, i'm not sure yet, i have a feeling what it is going to be, but it cannot be justified in words, so if you are interested, just read it! At least read the first one to see if it interests you. my first installment, the beginning, (which probably means it will either be the longest or the shortes section) will be due on Feburary the first. This is kinda like a fan fic, except its not because its my own idea. its stories i make up, new characters, new plots, everything fresh. I hope those of you who read it will like it and get hooked. or even pass on the word, if people don't like it, i'll just write for my own enjoyment. Check back on Feburary the First! 
  • Intro 2004-01-16 22:55:37 Does anyone ever wonder where we come from? Or if we can change our destiny and surpass all obstacles that impede us in life. Or if we all have the strength and power to be heroes and loved by all. After watching and reading anime and comic books through out my childhood, that was always my dream. I want to be like one of the characters. I want to be someone who can make a difference. I want to be different. But can I?
    They say leaders are always alone and lonely. Sometimes I feel like a leader, but other times I don't. If I always feel that I am the only one on my side...am I a leader? Leaders don't always make the best decisions, in anime, they portray that. Some decisions lead to worse results, but somehow the main character (the leader) pulls everyone out. Is that possible in life, or is it just fiction?
    A lot of the anime that I adore contain characters that have a strong personality and never fails to reach their dream. A lot of the anime that I watch have characters who have hidden qualities and are able to draw them out when they are required. Do we all have hidden qualities that can and still are to be drawn out and used? I know I do. What about you?

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