My teacher told me that life is just like many corners.
We turn into happy ones, then into sad ones.
The crazy part is, we don’t know what’ll turn up next.
But then, probably, love and happiness will be just around the corner.
Carisu Says: I love this drama… because BBarbie looked good on it and Show Luo’s role is just charming (but then again most of his roles were the rugged and poor underdog…)
I love Monkey Box. I tried out making my own.
Maybe I’ll get more creative sometime later!
Haha.
You know, sometimes, it’s hard to admit we’re loving someone if that person WAS our enemy. I mean, if he teases you for every 2/3rds of your day, why wouldn’t you get mad at him? Of course, you blush up after staring at his deep black eyes….
That loser.
Soundtrack 1: Intro
STORM STATION
“Aww, so itchy!”
Rouen looked back from where she was sitting, and found a pile of ants crawling just beside her skirt. Immediately she leaped off from her seat and started wiping her clothes,muttering bitterly about her sweet tooth turning her into a live candy, and with her hanky, she bade those ants away. The little critters came flying voer the air, as the sound of the train boomed around the station. Rouen’s attention turned from the ants to the train, as it honked its way slowly to a halt.
“There it is! Finally!”
Rouen had been here a number of times that Ergo Subway is as familiar to her as her home. She calls herself a “people watcher,” someone who just stares at someone for leisure.
Well, not exactly at least, for Rouen is a writer wannabe, and finding the station as a place to find a good number of topic, this became her hangout. Unfortunately, city people are always on a hurry and their only meeting is “Hello, goodbye!” However, today, she wouldn’t just be a people watcher. Today, she will meet someone who would really talk to her and not just pass her by. Her best friend, Halley, is coming to live in the city with her.
She heard the train stopped to a halt, and the doors opened wide. Many people flooded the station as they went out of the long white colored vehicle. Rouen started looking for a familiar face– she started recalling Halley’s faeatures from five years ago. “Hmm,” she thought. “Chubby, long curly haired, with nerdy glasses, and clumsy.” She waited at the exit but there were too many people. The passersby seemed annoyed at the girl whose neck was already streched in search, and stared at every fat girl for five seconds that one of them snapped.
“Sorry, just looking for someone,” She apologized to the girl whose boyfriend looked like a punk. The two walked away, but no Halley in sight. “Where are you?” Rouen muttered as she stood there at the gatweay for ten minutes and still haven’t seen her friend. Until she heard a commotion.
“Ow, sorry~ didn’t mean to~ I mean~,” she heard a girl shrieked in the crowd, bumping over many people in line waiting for their tickets. She wasn’t fat; in fact, she looks really thin; She doesn’t have long curly hair, only short straight locks; there was no nerdy glasses, only thick brimmed one fashionistas used to wear. Her features weren’t much familiar. However, her clumsiness is.
“Halley?” Rouen thought. “Could this be Halley?”
She stared at the girl for a few moments to check if she’s right. She’s thin, short haired, not nerdy looking, but her actions gave her away. “Halley!” Rouen smiled as she waved her hands to the girl. “Over here!!!”
The girl smiled back, and she pushed her stroller as if it was empty, unfortunately hitting the people in front of her. Rouen hid her face in embarassment as Halley run to her as fast as she can but paralyzing the ones before her. As the girls meet, Halley panted and Roeun gasped with surprise, “Those people would sure need a hospital.”
“Why?” Halley asked, looking back.
“You didn’t even notice? Geez…” Rouen sighed. “Your looks changed a lot, but you didn’t.”
“You think so? Am I prettier now?” And Halley twirled, showing off her handmade coat, which tips hit the mother at her back.
“Well, yeah,” Rouen notes. “And a lot clumsier.”
And the two walked out of the exit.
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“So, how’s the city?’
Rouen smiled as Halley asked in her naivi-sh, I-wanna-check-on-you tone. “Great. Wild. But seriously, tough.”
“Wrote any good compositions lately?” Halley asked again, checking on the black book Rouen kept holding onto since she came. “Can I read it? I love your stories!”
“Ah,” her friend answered with a doubtful tone. “Not now.”
“I remember how you write stories back then when we were classmates!” Halley exclaimed. “Everyone kept reading your notebook. The teachers thought you were letting them copy your assignment, when in truth, you never made them because you were more interested in making stories! I knew you were meant to be a writer back then!”
“Ah, yeah,” Rouen tried to force a smile, not knowing if those were good memories or not. “Thanks.”
“Whenever I get into trouble or break something you would always come up with something that will help me escape punishment,” Halley said. “Sometimes I even believe you!”
“But I won’t make up stories now, so I do hope you can take care of yourself.” Rouen said cooly.
“Aww, of course I can!” Halley said. “Can’t you see, I’ve changed a lot!”
Halley did change a lot–she didn’t even notice her at the station. “So you’re really pursue this fashion-designing thing as your career?”
“You bet, yeah!” Halley answered. “When you left the province five years ago I was so determined to follow you and reach my dreams too! So I lost many pounds, conviced my dad to let me cut my hair, and started wearing contact lenses so that I wouldn’t look nerdy with those old school glasses!”
“Fighting!” And Rouen closed her fists, “Let’s go, I’ll show you around.”
Both of them on the exit of the station when Halley noticed one part of the station which stands out from the rest. While Ergo station is neat and tidy with its white painted walls, this one was vandalized with many different grafittis, with big bold words that stand out
STORM
“What’s this?” Halley said. “Are there some gangs here? I thought you said this was the safest part of the city?”
“This is,” Rouen said. “That’s not gang. That’s STORM station.”
“What STORM station?”
And Rouen narrated their story.
Three years ago, a group of masked highschool started playing music on this part of the station. Even though it was proghibited, they still keep coming back. Nobody knows who they are because they keep hiding their faces, so they never got punished. And since they always manage to leave befor the guards chase them, they were nevr caught. They had a lot of fans, I’ve seen them play a number of times. But it’s been three years since they diasappeared and never came back.”
“Ohhh, a mystery!” Halley exclaimed. I love mysteries. So they never came back? How would the mystery be solved?”
“I dunno,” Rouen shrugs. “Maybe never. Come,” she turns away. “Ive got more to show you.”
Both girls walked away but Rouen left one glance at the station.
STORM Station © 2008 カリス
I finally have this up!
A writer wannabe, Rouen, usually hangs out at the Ergo Subway, desperately hoping to find a good topic. She became drawn to the section of the station where three years ago, a band of unknown five highschool boys used to play music there and loves to be chased by the guards. One day they disappeared without a trace, leaving a group of fans disapointed at their unfinished final song, and the grafittis with the name STORM. Rouen thought their story was over, but series of events gradually leads her to them uncovering their mystery. Will she be able to get them back and write the story of her life, or will she be forced to remain silent and keep this secret forever?
A fanfic based on JE’s popular boy group, Arashi.
STORM Station © 2008 カリス
Fashion pose with mismatched yellow pumps, green shirt and red scarf in a warm background.
Tina laughs off at Danson after he made a number of registry mistakes, which irritated store owner Anya.
Carisu Says: ~ A~ Cafe is a story about three highschool students who got into trouble, eventually then ending up in working for their suspension in a small cafe down the district. Even so the three girls are different they found their way to be friends in time.
“Hmmm,”
Anita sighed as she heard the bell, and everyone in their classroom started to leave by groups. As she waited for everone to go, she grabbed her favorite companion, her favorite book called the Purple Theater, and went outside alone with her lunch.
She sat at the grassy side near the school building, her favorite place in the Crewgen High schoolgrounds where she could read quietly under the shade of a giant oak tree. From where she is sitting she watched as one girl cleaning the room all by herself, and looks as if thoroughly devoted doing it. It was Amy, the head of a sorority who hates the Ellites.
She wasn’t however, aware that she is being watched. From the sidemirror of the only car parked in the empty lot, a young man stares at her for he couldn’t do it outside. It was Yoru. The school “prince” who was also a popular teen actor and the top elite in school. He was hiding from his fans when he sees her reading there and quielty envied her solace. And the more he watched her, the more he wants to know her, but…
He looked up outside. “There’s no one but us,” he thought. “I’ll just apprach her, darn it, what should I say? Uh,” He mutters. “I’m just gonna do it.” He swings his door and walked when unfortunately, he hits a poor, running girl right on her nose. However, Yoru’s mind was now concentrated on the scratch the girl made on his beautiful black painted car than her swelling nose, that he yelled,
“Who don’t you look at where you’re going?????
“You hit me right in my nose and you’re still thinking about your car!?” The girl snarled, and as she looked up, Yoru recognized her as Aiko, the school tomboy.
“Uh-oh, looks like Yoru’s baby got a scratch,” two boys came from behind–Kei and Jiu. “Tsk, tsk. You can’t use it now.”
“Might as well throw that piece of tin away, because it’s owned by a good-for nothing person!!!” Aiko yelled, and grabbing the keys from Yoru’s hands, she ran away to the grassland, to which the boys followed her.
“Give that back you~!” Yoru started screaming after her when he saw anita looking at them. He looked at the other two boys to look for her, and started walking away, not knowing that Aiko hid herself under the tree.
“Whew,” Aiko saighed, thinking everything was clear. She stepped out from her hiding place when two hands grabbed her. Kei from the right and Jiu from the left, and Yoru approached her with a threatening stare. “Now let’s stop this and give me my key back.”
“You should learn how to apologize first!” Aiko commanded.
Yoru nodded and the two grappled with her hands as Yoru took the key off her coat as well as her bag. “Now what’s this,” He said, trying to find something he could take. He pulled out her celfone, her wallet, and a small case which held her drawing pencils. “Nothing seems interesting here,” Yoru smiled. “Let’s throw this away.”
“Why you!” Aiko yelled, as the she kicked Jiu’s foot and bit Kei’s arm that the two lets go. “Bring my bag back!”
Yoru just waved the bag on her face.
“Just wait1″ Aiko shouted and ran after him, grabbing Anita’s book at once. “Now you’ll get it this time!”
Aiko threw the book at him, but missed. Instead, it smashed against the window at Yoru’s back. The sound of shattering glasses was deafening, and everyone felt their heartbeat stop.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE???” A girl screamed from the room.
Aiko felt shaking, and Yoru just stood. A few minuted later, a tall long-haired girl with glasses were running to them with a broomstick on her hand. “Who did it? Who broke my headquarter’s window?”
Yoru and Aiko pointed at each other.
“Why are you pointing at me!? You’re the one who threw the book!” Yoru said.
“It was all your fault, if you should’ve apologized at first, this wouldn’t have ahppened!” Aiko yelled back.
“Why would I apologize for your stupidity?”
And the fight goes on. Meanwhile, Anita went to the room to recover her book, when a group of teachers suddenly appeared by the doorway, and asked sternly,
“What has happened here, young lady?”
Poor Anita didn’t know what to say.
T.B.C.
Carisu Says: This is one of my old headshots… I love how the veil covered just the part of my head and made me look just sleeping. I also loved the textures (yay~) put in this. Oh yeah, I know, I’m sorta vain.
But I really enjoyed this picture!
Who loves yellow?