Basically... I have many interests ^^
One being, J-rock obviously... Favourite bands include:
*The GazettE
*Alice nine
*Plastic Tree ... etc
I also like J-pop and K-pop like:
*Super Junior
*Ayaka
*NEWS
*Kanjani8 ... etc
My non-musical interests include:
*Origami
*Drawing
*Shopping ... etc

Lastly, I am an aspiring Japanese translator so I am trying my hand at translating various different things - Learning more
as I go along.

I would simply like to get to know many people here on LJ,
So if you are interested, By all means leave a comment! 

Thank you! ^0^

Title: A Lapse Of Memory
Chapters: Oneshot
Author: x_zerase
Genre: Humour :]
Warnings: None
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own anything aside from this fic.
Pairings/Characters: Aoi x Cigarettes
Synopsis: "The dark haired man briskly walked to the counter, wasting no time. Seeming as though the world depended on it, the blessed words passed his lips. "A pack of Malrboro Menthol Lights please" he said, a slight smile played on his lips. 'This was it ' he thought"
Comments: I started this fic in English class expecting nothing to come from it. Thanks to kouchou_kyoushu Beta-ing it ^^.

 

( Determined, Aoi quickened his pace, questioning himself as to why he had to park so far away. )

Time to ";KJSFK" over Distress and Coma~

Firstly [yes, I'm going to use that retarded structuring technique taught just recently in English]
The atmosphere is pure loveage.
Honestly...
It suits the song so well that I could just explode into little bits of
paper,
Only to be recycled and turn into like - a cardboard box or something.

See? That's what Distress and Coma does to you.

Im getting my friend to watch it right nao -
Her internet is a bit of a butt,
so it's taking her like 5 minutes to load 5 seconds.
BUT SHE DOES IT ANYWAY!

I swear, this has got to be one of my favorite PV's and everyone knows how hard that is to say.

SECONDLY

The lyrics give you such an indescribable feeling.
After reading the freshly translated version,
all you a can say is "woah"
One can't say enough how much of a genius Ruki is.
It really shows though ne?

Lastly,

I reallly~ hope that they continue at this standard,
I'm sure they will though.
'cause GazettE is just like that ^o^

So... I was just going through my drawers and I decided to take a closer look
on my Sharpie pens.

And to my surprise - I found
SHOUPIES instead!

After lol-ing about this by myself I decided to post it on here.
:]



/(*o*)/ Shou has invaded my drawers~ ;p

Title: Forbearance.
Chapters: Oneshot.
Author:x_zerase
Genre: Romance, Angst.
Warnings: None.
Rating: General
Pairings/Characters: Reita/Kai
Synopsis: "The beat he produced was nothing compared to his other work- and he knew that. "perfection... perfection" the drummer whispered to himself."
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own the Gazette otherwise, as many of you have already stated - I would not be writing this.
Comments: This is my first fic, I hope you all enjoy it. Constructive criticism is always welcome! ^^


( ~For some reason My tears are falling down I shut my eyelids and searched for you So Please If you feel as if you have lost everything, Listen to my voice~ )
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Filled this out for the lack of anything better to do, It is rather long...
I don't know if anyone will actually have patience to read this haha.
Here i go!

( 3...2...1... Fxck it~ )

 

A. People who have been tagged must, if they choose to participate, write their answers on their blog and replace any question that they dislike with a new, original question.
Please italicize the new question if you do that.

Tagged By:kouchou_kyoushu

( Wuzziz~ a Meme? )

I tag no one. 'cause I'm cool like that.

Beyond the white purity, Is that sinking feeling. You wouldn't assume this is heaven we are in. Failing to describe the damage beneath. Its like that rising feeling you get. and all of a sudden. You come crashing down. Right behind you falling... falling... your hopes and aspirations. Don't let it get to you. This is only the prelude. Orchestrated by that empty shadow once you called dear. That last breath you held while making your wish. Wishing that they were somehow here again. Hope - hope... The very essence of the word seems to be disappearing under our fingertips.

*Random angst... Harhar*

Isn't it amazing?
Though your dying breath is one of fantasy...
Living on through score sheets and
Allegros...

The peaceful dreams one has on their final night.
Dream of those whom you have never met.

Don't keep it in.
Let your genius flow out.
Touch the world and reach the stars.

From standing ovation to standing ovation
bravos will chorus through the halls.
And at your final curtain call.

That fateful night.
Rest easy... for you will be found on the other side
of destiny's shore.

♥
[written for the pianist Frederic Chopin.]