- User Name: daelan
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[average 119.3 of 231997 opinions; standard deviation 432 ] - Profile: Ah... well, this account was made purely for me to download stuff, not to upload stuff... see, I have a fast, good computer and all that (most of the time), but I have no vid-making programs. Not even WMM. Ah, the trials of not having money of your own and having parents who won't buy certain non-essential things for you. :(
On a side note, I love, adore, cherish, worship and otherwise simply can't get enough of Yu Yu Hakusho vids. Especially those of the KuramaxHiei or HieixKurama variety. PLEASE let me know where I can get some good quality ones!! *falls down on her knees and starts begging*
And yet, I've not watched a single episode, or read a single book. All I know of YYH, I know from fan sites. Am I pathetic? No. I blame my country's TV stations for not showing YYH, and my country's bookshops for not carrying the English version of YYH. So there. *pouts*
As I said, I can't make vids, but I do write fanfiction (http://www.fanfiction.net/~daelan), and if you like my stuff, and want me to write you something in exchange for a vid, I'll be more than willing... so long as I don't have to go against my favourite pairings (which are listed in my ff.net profile). I have such good ideas for vids, and yet I can't make them... *bursts into tears*
Eh, anyway. Anime fans unite and all that. I'm always on the lookout for new animes/mangas, especially of the shounen-ai variety (FAKE... *drools*), so let me know if you think there's something I'll enjoy. I like getting e-mails, too, people, so come on. Talk to me. I'm bored.
.:Daelan:.
~follow your impulses
A little something I thought I'd share. I absolutely love this poem. Read it all the way through, will you? *grins*
Love Song
My own dear love, he is strong and bold
And he cares not what comes after.
His words ring sweet as a chime of gold,
And his eyes are lit with laughter.
He is jubilant as a flag unfurled-
Oh, a girl, she'd not forget him.
My own dear love, he is all my world-
And I wish I'd never met him.
My love, he's mad, and my love, he's fleet,
And a wild young wood-thing bore him!
The ways are fair to his roaming feet,
And the skies are sunlit for him.
As sharply sweet to my heart he seems
As the fragrance of acacia.
My own dear love, he is all my dreams-
And I wish he were in Asia. (1)
My love runs by like a day in June,
And he makes no friends of sorrows.
He'll tread his galloping rigadoon
In the pathway of the morrows.
He'll live his days where the sunbeams start,
Nor could storm or wind uproot him.
My own dear love, he is all my heart-
And I wish somebody'd shoot him.
~© Dorothy Parker
(1) Well. Maybe not too applicable to me, since I live in Asia, but all in the spirit of the poem, eh? ^^;