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 Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 3:39 pm
Nostalgic Raisins Journal Entry- July 11th, 2007. (Based from the roleplay: Hey, a commoner mall!) Language Notes: フルーツの庭 means Garden of Fruit.
Today I was forced out of the manor by my father to help one of his clumsy assistant chefs gather ingredients for a small dinner party my mother was hosting for all her model friends from England. From my teachings I was so sure that models didn't even eat. Who would have guessed? Here I believed they were robots, programmed to look beautiful.
So the chef and I hopped into a black sports car (trying our best to blend in with the 'commoners') and the chef gave the driver instructions to the nearest market. I was quite excited to say the least, even if I was out of the manor. At the market there was a sweet old lady named Mrs. Sukima. I'm not sure how old she is, but it almost looks like she can be over sixty. When I was little and came with my maid she would always give me a free bag of fresh raisins. To think she still works at the market after so long makes me wonder.
Yet of course when the car stopped and I looked out the window of the car needless to say I was...infuriated. That clumsy fool had sent us to the mall. A commoner mall to say the least. What kind of idiot do you have to be to do something like that? I was going to go off on him, demand he take me back to the manor and scowl at him to go to the farmer market but the car driver (who I knew quite well) shot me a disdaining look; which automatically told me to just take it.
Once we were out and in the mall I could only hope that the different smells swarming around my nostrils wouldn't have me pass out. He found the shop, a small little shop with orange and yellow lighting, with an exterior green sign on top of the entrance reading: フルーツの庭. As soon as the chef left though, preoccupied with his own thoughts, I left as well. In the opposite direction. My cell phone was shut off so he wouldn't try and call me, I had no money and the driver would never drive me back home without that chef. So I was pretty much stranded in the mall for who knows how long.
As soon as I got to the central area of the mall, watching many people go by I started to notice something. Near a pet shop was Mitsuko. Sitting on a bench was another girl I seen around Ouran but never really met up with. And over by a random shop...was that the new kid in our class? What was his name...Satu, right? Well whatever. I decided that I needed to talk to someone, if anyone at this mall. At least before that idiot chef found out I was here. I didn't know the one at the bench, Mitsuko would drive me to the brink of insanity, so I decided that Blondie would be the victim.
Strolling towards him I wondered why he looked so...posh. He didn't look at all like normal people did. Didn't he know that his stylish clothes would certainly attract attention? Maybe he didn't care, I guess. Before I knew it I gently tapped his shoulder, noticing his wide eyes turn to me first in hope but then in terror. Did I scare him that much during his first day? Darn that Miho, acting so melodramatic.
The first thing I noticed was that he was smiling at me when he was just sulking seconds ago. No one could do a 180 degree emotional turn that fast. Unless you're a girl. Which Satu isn't...although the hair is quite misleading. When I asked him why he smiled, even though it was already obvious to myself why he did such, he just mundanely replied he didn't know. Well, not every man can be smart I suppose.
I simply told him not to force himself to smile if he had no desire to do so and he looked at me like I was the greatest philosopher in all of history. Wasn't feeling the simplest thing to do? I don't know, maybe he's just weird like that. Then again it's like I told him: A smile is just a smile. It doesn't really mean anything in the end.
After telling him why I was in the mall my curiosity peaked and I asked him why he was wearing such fancy clothes. Albeit I must admit- he did look good with them on. From a girl's perspective. Apparently he was here with his twin sister, but she abandoned him. Poor guy, left behind for fabric material, sown together by Chinese. Makes you want to shed a tear.
We went out to a pastry shop for a small dessert meal. Unfortunately we got lost on the way, but we eventually made it there. I'm actually glad I was able to make a friend; even though Rena is upset I didn't make any girlfriends. Once Satu and I split up I finally turned my phone back on and told the chef I would be waiting in the car. I got inside the car before the chef arrived and the scowl the driver shot at me made me knew immediately that he was aware of what I had done. He would never tell though; he knew well enough that my dad would fire him for calling me bad.
I easily lied to the chef, saying I had to go to the bathroom and got lost. The idiot might or might have not considered that getting lost for over an hour was exactly the most likeliest thing in the world to happen. Especially for someone with the quality of education I'm getting brainwashed with.
Well today was okay in the end. I just hope that I can meet Satu again, only on a more coordinated day.
-Tarii K. Wasutori
P.S: That clumsy chef got fired. The products he bought turned out to be spoiled and the models ended up throwing up their meals. They were going to do it eventually, only they didn't do it on their own will. See this is why I always go to the Fresh Farmer's Market. But of course, those clumsy rookie chefs will never learn, will they?
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 8:41 pm
Might cause irritation Journal Entry- October 9th, 2007 (Changing detail on character)
A twitch. It wasn't visible to the naked eye, yet she internally twitched. Glasses? This couldn't be happening. She never had any problem seeing before and now this quack of a doctor was telling her she needed them? Her head screamed at the guy to see his credentials but she withstood herself.
"Now Tarii," her eye doctor, Mr. Yaida, started as he picked up on her sour mood change, "I know having glasses can be a bother. I wear contacts right now as we speak."
"So can I have contacts?" Tarii sweetly asked the doctor, drumming her skinny fingers on her legs.
The doctor sighed. "Well, I think it's better if you get accustomed to glasses first. Maybe then you can decide to moderate between glasses and contacts. I would give it about...a year."
Another mental twitch. "A year? My second year of high school is coming up, I can't go with glasses for a whole year."
Mr. Yaida sighed. "I'm sorry Tarii. You brought this on yourself. According to your family records neither your father or mother ever needed glasses. Apparently you spoiled your eyes somehow by yourself." He paused, tapping his capped pen on his cheek. "Tell me do you go on the computer excessively or watch television in the dark?"
The ebony black haired girl mused on his words and shook her head. "I rarely watch movies and I only go on the computer to quickly read the news and work on assignments."
Mr. Yaida hummed in thought and sighed. "Well, do you know if either of your grandparents from both your mother and father's side had to wear glasses? Sometimes genetics skip a generation, so you could have inherited it from them."
Oh crap, Tarii thought in horror, scenes from when she was a child flashing in her head.
When Tarii was about seven years old she had to visit her grandmother in Britain, as she already became acquainted with both grandparents from her father's side in Japan. She remembered how grandma Lydia looked like. She was wrinkly, in a wheelchair and wore these incredibly thick-rimmed circular glasses all the time. In Tarii's child-like eyes she looked like a monster. And she wasn't particularly nice either. Maybe deviousness passes through generations. Tarii thought disdainfully, snapping out of her daze.
"Yes...my grandma has glasses," Tarii spat out, not visiting Lydia since she was eleven. Maybe she was dead by now.
A small 'ah' came from the doctor, jotting some notes down on his clipboard. "Well, that's probably it then." He sighed, putting the clipboard down on the near counter away from Tarii. "Well that's besides the point. The point is that you need glasses and we're going to get you them."
"Now," the doctor continued, sitting on his spinning computer chair, "your prescription won't be incredibly hard on you. You'll mostly need them for reading I believe, since your tests don't show any blurs. But you will need to wear them every school day. During the first couple weeks you will definitely be irritated by them as your eyes will need to adjust to them. But be warned- only use them when necessary. If you use them too often your eyes will become dependent on them and you might need to wear them all the time."
Tarii nodded with each sentence ending, barely listening to his words register in her head. She honestly didn't care much for his opinion, as she still had no real proof of his credentials. After all her mother hired this guy, so for all she knows he could be some crack job. "So do you give me a pair of glasses, or do I need to go pick them out?"
Mr. Yaida shook his head. "No need to get glasses, young lady. Your father and mother already picked out a pair for you just in case this would happen." With that the doctor opened up a drawer in his counter and picked up a trashy pink colored case. "Your new glasses are right in here."
No kidding, Einstein. Tarii sarcastically remarked in her head, mentally rolling her eyes to go along with it. She hesitantly took the case from the doctor's hands, opening it up greedily. Inside were the pair of glasses. The lens was clear and the thin frame was a light blue color. They didn't look to bad, but did she really have to wear them?
"Okay Tarii you can check out at the desk and go home now," Mr. Yaida cheerfully chimed. His optimism was really starting to get on her nerves. "Oh yes and I'll call your parents to tell them that you need to wear your glasses okay."
Tarii grumbled back a yes, quickly opening the door of the room and leaving, hearing a faint 'goodbye' from the doctor. It didn't take her long to check out and retreat to the safety of the sports car, which started to drive her back home. She could only sigh right now, staring down at the closed case before her.
Man was this year starting to get bad.
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 8:51 pm
I hate Roses Journal Entry- October 17, 2007 (Based from the roleplay: Of Violets and Roses)
Today was quite an intriguing day of discovery. For one- I learned that if you want to make sushi you can't have second-rate chiefs do it. That's what happened in the Ouran Cafe and because of that the kitchen there caught on fire. We had to have a fire drill because the smoke even set off all the alarms.
Now imagine this: A giant school with over an acre in land mass. More than eight hundred students attending the school at the same time. The most loudest noise you can ever think a church bell could make. Now imagine that sound being amplified into your ears over and over, again and again. You can't imagine it too well right?
I don't blame you; it was hard enough for me to even think after that happened. All I know is I'm getting lower than a B+ on my Geometry test. No good chiefs. The guy was fired but the kitchen was shut down in the cafe. Meaning the cafe was shut down. Ultimately meaning I had no where to go for lunch.
So I decided to take a simple stroll through the garden area. I never knew how many flowers there were though. Do they even have gardeners in this school to make sure the flowers won't be unkempt? Well besides that, I walked around and surprisingly enough I wasn't the only one there.
I met up again with Takara Mitsuko. She's the most clumsiest person I ever met in my lifetime. She trips on everything. And to no surprise when I found her she had just stumbled on a bush of roses. I asked her if she was alright in Japanese (accidentally though- it just slipped my tongue) and she told me she was fine in broken Japanese. It was strange that someone who was born in Japan couldn't speak Japanese.
We started talking to one another, somewhat jumping subjects very easily. Maybe we just enjoyed digression. It was quite nice talking to her, even if she is repetitively bubbly at times. Then somehow I believe I hit a nerve somewhere along the line when I talked about how things remind you of happy memories. She seemed to lose her cheer, even though she was miserably trying to get it back.
Why was she scared of being sad? It's a normal human emotion, is it not? I doubt it's because of the polite mannerisms. No, if Mitsuko was faking her happiness then she would not be able to smile every time she tripped over. Whatever it is I want to find it out. Whether Mitsuko likes it or not- happiness is not something you can constantly feel.
-Tarii K. Wasutori
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 4:11 am
Playing with broken fingers Journal Entry- October 13, 2007 (Learning to play the piano sucks when your teacher is psychotic) Language Notes: Ga-rusukauto Nippon Renmei- Girl Scouts of Japan. Baiorin- Violin Doramu- Drums Nijuu- Twenty Daibakana Otosan- Idiotic Father Mujakina Okaasan- Simple-minded Mother Kinin- Aristocrat Fuzen- Evil/Sin/Vice/Mischief Kirameki Kirameki, Chiisai Hoshi- Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star. Baka, kiku e watakushi-ni- Stupid, listen to me. Kurawasu- Play. Other Notes: 294¥ is about $2.50.
Two weeks ago.
"Tarii, you're going to learn Piano," Ryuuhoti proudly stated, looking down at his daughter as she finished her homework for Ouran. She was given a long math assignment and even though it was late he couldn't have waited to tell her in the morning.
His daughter simply stared back at him behind her circular glasses, wondering if her father had come from outer space. When five minutes passed with no response from either of the two, Tarii slyly took off her glasses and blinked. "I'm sorry, father. Did you say piano?"
Her father groaned, a bit annoyed that his daughter would always repeat his statements like she was raised up to be a parrot. It was a flaw taken from his wife unfortunately. "Yes, dearest, piano. Besides cooking you need to have an artistic skill that you can divulge your creativity in when a stove or oven isn't available. Perhaps after learning piano we can even teach you baiorin or even doramu. Teenagers like doramu, right?"
Again another lightheaded staring contest ensued. Was his daughter that shell shocked. She was acting like he said he killed Rena and she was going to be next. Then again, she would be crying and yelling right now...if that was anything near believable.
"Why must I learn an instrument when I can sing just fine?" Tarii asked mundanely, drumming her skin fingers on the cover of the binder.
Yet again Ryuuhoti huffed out an irritated groan, wondering how his daughter ever became so stubborn. Stubbornness was always my fatal flaw. "Learning an instrument is like riding a bike. It takes a while to learn but afterwards you'll never want to stop," he paused, cupping his chin with his hand, thinking of what else to say, "b-besides, you'll be taught by my teacher when I was your age. She's an old woman but she has spirit like no one else I've ever seen."
Tarii was still staring at her father like he was an alien. Now he was mad. "Young lady, you're learning piano and that's final. I already talked it over with your mother and she approved. So it's final."
The only thing the ebony black haired girl could do was roll her eyes and angrily slump down into herself. No matter how much she hated it, once her father and mother agreed on something about her there was no turning back. She had no power to herself until she was nijuu years old.
Back to the Present.
Ryuuhoti rushed down to the main floor of the manor as soon as he heard the doorbell ring. As the maid opened the double doors he waited for the arrival of his dear old teacher who was like a second mother to him. When the doors opened the first person to step into the manor was presumably a butler for the teacher. He did not look like the traditional butler in his casual attire but he certainly did not look fancy at all, which meant he could only be considered as a commoner. Yet the next person to follow after him was certainly anything but common.
Miss Sofiya Inoue, a woman in her mid-sixties of Russian-Japanese descent was anything but common at all. She was wearing her white/gray hair up in a bun, her eyes open to her surroundings and a simply long turtle neck pastel red colored dress. In one hand she carried a black cane and her butler was carrying a small suitcase in one hand.
"Baba!" Ryuuhoti cried out happily upon seeing the old woman. She had tutored him almost thirty years ago when he was ten and seeing her again lifted up his spirits. He couldn't remember what compelled him to love the teacher so much as he did.
As soon as he got close enough to her she quickly snarled, taking the black she 'supposedly' needed to use to walk and whacked the forty year old man on his head, forcing him away from her. "Don't you touch me, Ryuuhi," she spat out, using his young nickname by which she called him when he was just a child. "And that's Sofiya to you now!"
Now he remembered- he never liked Baba as a teacher.
"Please excuse Miss Inoue," the butler sighed, stepping by 'Baba' as he carried the suitcase light handedly. "We got stuck in some traffic on the way here, so she's quite upset. I'm Isaac, and it's a pleasure to meet you...uh, Ryuuhi?"
"Worse service of my life," Baba spat out before Ryuuhoti had a chance to respond to the butler. "We are firing that driver when we get home."
"B-but Miss Inoue, he's the fifth one these last two months. We can't just fire him off the bat like that."
Baba 'tsked' Isaac, crossing her arms, her cane being grasped by one hand to be still on the ground, and scowled. "No matter. There are plenty of people in Japan that wouldn't mind driving for the rich."
Isaac gave up with a sigh. "Well yes that is true." He shrugged, watching a maid help 'Ryuuhi' up to his feet. "Now then, you should probably lead us to your daughter, right?"
Ryuuhoti sighed. "But of course. Miss Mazuka, please get Tarii." The maid, Miss Mazuka nodded, turning around to go down a corridor, starting down the way to Tarii's room.
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"My name Sofiya Inoue, but you may simply address me as Baba," the old woman began, staring down at Tarii who had already taken her place at the sitting bench of the piano. "I taught your daibakana otosan and even if you are the daughter of an equally, if not more mujakina okaasan I will make you into a piano genius."
Tarii furrowed her eyebrows at the woman, shooting the old woman a deadly glare. "Don't you call my parents that. My father went to Ouran and even if my mother never went to college she's not simple-minded."
Baba sneered. "Ouran? Ouran is trash. Your father should have been smart and send you to St. Lobelia Academy. They can offer you a real education. What does Ouran have that's so special. That host club perhaps? Those men that go there will become the worst kind of kinin. A trashy one!"
If Tarii was fire she would be burning high up into the air. This woman was the worst. How could her father ever hire such a sour old woman? And spirit? If she was the spirit of fuzen.
"Now we are going to start to teach you a simple song called Kirameki Kirameki, Chiisai Hoshi. I'm sure you have heard of it?"
Tarii nodded. She remembered at night when she was five her mother would always sing that song to her before she fall asleep in her bed. It was her first dream to be an astrologer because of that song, but her father never allowed it- saying she had to carry on the family name. Sometimes she did wish she could escape being the heiress to her family.
"Good. Here is your music sheet," Baba started again taking a piece of paper with the music notes to the song. "I want you to play it. Now."
Tarii's eyes widened. "I can't play piano though. That's why I'm taking lessons from you."
"Baka, kiku e watakushi-ni! Kurawasu!" Baba snapped at Tarii, snatching her black cane from one of the tables in the music room and swiftly banging it on Tarii's fingers before they could retreat.
Tarii hissed in pain, the feeling of the hard laminated wood numb her fingers. It was official, this woman was insane.
"Now you are going to play, understood?!"
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"Thank you for inviting us to your home, Mr. and Mrs. Wasutori. We will be back in two weeks. Make sure Tarii practices whenever she can too," Isaac thankfully told Tarii's parents as Baba left the manor, her cane in one hand and the music sheet she used in the other.
Both Rena and Ryuu bowed down in respect to the butler and Baba, but Tarii remained still with a stoic frown. Her fingers were aching her and she felt sick. She finally learned Twinkle Twinkle Little Star on the piano but in the process Baba might have broken her fingers.
As soon as the door to the manor shut Tarii made her way down to her room. From the distance she heard her mother ask how the lesson went but she didn't respond. She could only hope that Baba would die in a car crash.
That would be fun to watch on the news.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 5:00 pm
Halloween through the Fashion world Journal Entry- October 13, 2007 (Shopping for a Halloween costume with your mom spells disaster) Language Notes: Ko-Fukuna- Happy Kubu- Almost Otaku- Obsessive Nerds Noeru- Christmas
"Halloween?" Tarii asked in broken English, looking up from her book "The Kite Runner" as if she never heard the word before in her life.
Unless...no it was impossible. It was simply impossible that her only daughter was never taught the joy of Halloween.
"Tarii...dearest, do you know what Halloween is?" She sweetly asked her daughter, clamping her now sweaty palms together anxiously. As a little girl it was Halloween which inspired Rena to want to go into modeling in the first place. She had an awful sweet tooth so Halloween was always her favorite time of the year.
But more importantly the costume she seen over the years she was dressing up set off a spark in her heart. She dreamed of wearing costumes just like the ones the grown-ups of her childhood wore and unlike most dreams hers' came true.
Tarii stared at her mother curiously, still wondering what she was talking about. "...No."
Rena paused in shell-shock. Her own daughter, at the age of sixteen had no idea what Halloween was. This could- no it wouldn't be allowed. All of Tarii's life it was school, Ryuu, Alec and now even Baba who was teaching her daughter lessons in life. Now it seemed like it was Rena's turn to show Tarii the indescribable joy of Halloween.
"Mazuka," Rena started, turning over to their resident maid as she was about to leave the room with a fresh batch of laundry. "Ask Raz to get the car ready. Tarii and I are going shopping!"
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"Now isn't this place simply delightful?" Rena chimed, grinning widely like she was a young teenager herself again. They decided to go to the fancy mall on the other side of the town, where most of the more wealthier residents of the neighborhood went to. She would have taken Tarii to the commoner mall but her daughter quickly stated that they had no costume shop there.
Of course Tarii was smarter than the average ex-super model. There would probably be costume shops at the commoner mall, but she went against going there on the count of hating the different mixed up smells she felt attack her back there. It would be simply better not to go there again. "It looks too...blue for my taste," she drolly replied, barely listening to her mother even talk anymore. She was too focused on other things at the moment.
"Nonsense," Rena gleefully replied, snatching her daughter's hand as she spotted an adorable boutique. "Let's go in there first!" Before Tarii could make any objection her mother swiftly dragged her towards the shop.
Since when did mom become so strong? Tarii questioned in her thoughts, not remembering her mother being able to pull someone of her size and weight like she was a feather. Especially with her mother's scrawny model built arms.
Once inside the boutique Rena could only marvel at the clothes. This boutique in particular were selling saint-like outfits. Not your traditional nun outfit however; they were much more longer and white. Like they came out of an anime themselves. It was just cosplay, only without the fat otaku swarming around the tables looking for manga.
"I don't feel like being a saint for Halloween," Tarii stated in a shrug, watching her mother stare at the costumes with peaked interest. It was as if they were shopping for the ex-model and not for her. She wouldn't mind, as she still had no real idea to the meaning of Halloween.
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The next shop they stopped at was a shop that had more animal-orientated costumes. Tarii particularly noticed a costume of a bumblebee, a black and white one resembling a panda and even one that looked almost like a brown rabbit costume.
"How about this one, Tarii? I think you would look like a particularly cute bumblebee!~" Rena chimed, pulling gently on the bumblebee costume on one of the racks.
Tarii shrugged. "No thank you. I rather not sting people and then quickly die soon after."
Rena's happy smile slowly fell again. Her daughter was acting more like her husband everyday it seemed. She wouldn't give up though; she would surely show Tarii the meaning of Halloween. "Well, dear, what do you have in mind for a costume?"
The black haired girl pondered for a minute and then answered. "Well, what exactly is Halloween about?"
"What is Halloween about?" Rena restated her daughter's question, her smile turning on like the flick of a light. "Halloween is the day in which magic is most potent. Scary movies are always based around this day because it is a day when the spirits are to rise from their graves to celebrate a day on the mortal land. They inhabit the bodies of humans, turning them into grueling creatures such as vampires and werewolves. We dress up on Halloween to fool the spirits into thinking we are one of them, so that we may not be killed or involved in their scheming evil."
Tarii stared at her mother as she took in every word of the in-depth description of Halloween. Though she did still wonder on one thing. "And you said that on this day we go around looking for candy from complete strangers? Care to explain that exactly."
Rena stared at her daughter curiously. She never really thought much on it herself before. Why was candy given out on Halloween? And why did people trust complete strangers on that day and not on any other. "Well...it's best to leave some things a mystery?"
An awkward sigh. "If you say so, mother."
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At the end of the day Rena was somewhat disappointed in her daughter's decision when it came to a costume choice. Perhaps it was the model in her begging Rena to take Tarii's measurements quickly and run back into the store to get her that bumblebee costume. Yet she didn't expect her daughter to pick out such a black costume. It wasn't even a witch costume.
"Rena," Tarii started, watching her mother's eyes turn to meet her own. "Thank you for taking me shopping. It wasn't a total disaster like I anticipated, so that was nice."
Not a total disaster? Rena thought, turning back to face the front seat window as Raz started the car up. A grin made it's way to Rena's face victoriously. Next time I'm taking her Noeru shopping!
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 9:43 pm
Barechatte Hazukashii! Journal Entry- October 18, 2007 (Based from the roleplay: I hate that piano) Language Notes: Barechatte Hazukashii means Being Found Out is Embarrassing!
I have finally made up a list of reasons why I loathe Baba. Let me quickly list them off for you so you have an understanding of my hatred for this old hag.
1. She continues to slap me with that black cane on my fingers, even if I get just one key wrong.
2. Somehow she has brainwashed my father into liking her no matter how many times she talks behind his back.
3. Her butler Isaac is a puppet. A kind puppet but a rag doll being controlled by Baba nonetheless.
4. She knows when I'm lying. I hate that so much.
Now I believe I can list a new reason to hate Baba very much. Because of her forcing me to practice in Ouran during my times off someone has discovered me. Not even in piano, but in my voice. You see I was born a natural singer. My mother won chorus competitions all the time when she was a child and teenager. I still notice Mazuka staring at the trophies Rena won in awe whenever she polishes them.
Of course I don't want to pursue a career in singing at all. I mean if I had a choice I certainly wouldn't do it.
Luck be a demon on this day; Satu found me in the Second Music Room singing and playing on the piano 'Believe' by the singer AI. Worse part is he was so quite it was only until he started to clap for me at the end did I know he was watching me. I overreacted so quickly that the dashboard that usually covered the piano keys toppled over my fingerless gloves, crushing my fingers yet again.
Reason #5 of 'Why I hate Baba'- That cane of her's was devised to be smacking my fingers for a reason. How joyful.
-Tarii K. Wasutori
P.S: I need to figure out why I keep getting so embarrassed whenever Satu is around. There's no real reason to it, is there?
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 7:26 pm
My situation Journal Entry- May 1st, 2008 Current Time: 11:30 AM. Thirty minutes before Baba arrives A continuation of the last entry
I'm starting to fear the worse. Maybe I'm just too pessimistic, but it feels like I'm getting worse each day. Baba seems to have some strange hold over me- one that cannot be severed by anyone. Perhaps I rely too much on my family to assist me at this point. Obviously they do not understand the measurements Baba is forcing me to. Everytime that damn old bag comes I start to shiver and every time she leaves I feel like throwing up. Mazuka understands my plight but it doesn't help that she can't do anything to stop Baba. Not that my mother and father assist the situation any better.
Satu talked to me a little after he caught me playing piano. I didn't want anyone to ever know. Its not like I hate the piano but...I just can't take this. Moving my fingers to even turn my pages makes me sore. He's trying to lift my spirits its so obvious. Such an optimistic person- it makes me envy him. I told him about Baba but he just doesn't seem to understand how grave I feel about this. Not that I expected him to understand.
Baba...Baba is going to do whatever it takes to tear me. Once she does though I fear that I'll be killed. Perfection. No one can possibly be so damn perfect. We are built with flaws, we attempt to overcome them. Yet we will forever have them. Baba has no moral compassion towards what I feel though. She's as cold as her old wrinkly skin.
She'll be coming to tutor me soon. I can only hope that I can actually withstand the bruising on my fingers this time around. Hope is so little though- so little its drowning and attempting to gasp for breath.
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2008 10:54 pm
The game is fairness. You lost it. Journal Entry- June 29th, 2008 Current Time: 8:30 PM
Today about seven people were over from Britain. Well actually they still are over, I was able to feign sickness to get away from them. Friends of my mother from her modeling days. A few were retired models, one worked in the industry with my mother and the other two were still in the business. It felt odd being around them, especially looking at their bodies. They were almost painfully skinny and it made me wonder how they were even living. The ones that were still in work hardly ate anything when my father and I served meals. It made me glad that it was my father who was the chef and not the model of the family (not that he would be a very good one, with his body).
Two of them had children that they brought over. One was an eight year old named Ronda, the daughter of the industry worker, with extraordinarily bright red hair. It was frightening to even stare at it so my eyes usually averted her. The fact that some of the models kept fawning over the eight year old made it easier to look away.
The second one was a boy named William, about eleven years old. He seemed pretty timid and would always cling to his mother. I couldn't talk to him very much since he only spoke fluent Dutch. He had messy brown hair and a very small stature.
The final one was also the child of the industry worker. He wasn't exactly...pleasant. His name was Tyler and he was probably only a year older than myself. There was this very jock attitude in him. All he was that whole time towards me especially was loud, obnoxious and just plain rude. Not to mention that horrible British accent that just did not suit his voice very well. I'm almost positive that the industry man (I think his name was Mardis) was trying to set me up with his son. Something I rather not even entertain as a possibility.
Only good thing from today is that I got out of a session with Baba. Bad news is that these people are sticking around the country for another couple weeks so I still have to listen to that idiot jock. Splendid, no?
Mazuka is telling me I need to get back to that party now before my mother gets drunk.
-Tarii K. Wasutori
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2008 8:14 pm
Sweet Misery Journal Entry- July 7th, 2008 Current Time: 6:30 PM
The guests will be leaving in a few days, thankfully. Unfortunately I've been nearly locked inside of the house for the past few days or so because of 'entertaining the guests'. Mazuka said that she could help me sneak out of the house hopefully one of these coming day. It'll be difficult, but I hope that we can pull it off. Mazuka is more experienced at these things. I pray she doesn't get fired. Who knows how many times it almost happened? 5 times, no more I swear - Mazu~
The jock guy seems to have backed off a little more. Hes been bothering me too often lately and I don't think I've made it even more clear that I am simply not at all interested in being even close to him. His odor is atrocious (take a shower, it isn't so difficult!)
I still need to do that reading assignment for school. Yet I think I lost the paper with the assignment on it. If that isn't just wonderful. I tried calling Satu, since I really only have his number right now, but he hasn't been answering it. Maybe hes busy with those piano lessons he was talking about. That guy and his pride, not even trying to get money from his fortune. Oh well, what can you do about men these days anyway A lot of things, mostly illegal - Mazu ;D~
Thats all for now I'm afraid. Need to help prepare dinner for people that won't even touch it with a fork.
-Tarii K. Wasutori
P.S.: I came to check on my journal only to see Mazuka decided to jot down some notes. Mazuka, if you're reading this, remember I can get you fired!
Okay, okay, sorry about teasing you. Honestly rich kids these days.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 8:45 am
No More Sweet Dreams Journal Entry- February 15th, 2009 Current Time: 8:42 PM
It's been quite a while, hasn't it? With exams and the like I have been gone away for too long. Luckily I have some spare time so I can actually record my thoughts.
My exam grades were acceptable by my parents - except the B- I received in English. Well what do they expect from a native-born Japanese? My mother was more upset at it than my father, who just excused the grade since it was my first time ever studying English. Perhaps I should try out a little now. Let's see...
My name is Tarii Wasutori. I am 17 years old. I will be 18 in March!
I think I did that right. I am better at writing and understanding the language rather than speaking it, due to my accent.
Speaking of the above, my birthday will indeed be in a month. My parents want me to host a party but I doubt I will be doing so. Birthdays were never an amazing thing to me really - but this is 18. If I was a man I would be eligible to take over my father's company. Alas I am not, so I cannot do such a thing without his blessings. Not that he would give me them - I am nowhere near his level in cooking. He always thinks of me as his little pampered princess too, so I doubt he thinks I can handle such a 'rough and tedious' job such as running a restaurant.
In any case I apologize for missing Valentine's Day. I'm not very good with those kinds of holidays anyway. Although I did bake a small cake for all of my classmates. One of the house chefs should be delivering them today to their homes.
I must return to my studies again. It was nice writing in here for once.
-Tarii K. Wasutori
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