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 Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 11:54 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 11:56 am
What Can Go Wrong, Will Go Wrong
(After the First Day of School)
Whoo, a book to write my thoughts in. Really now, like I don't have any better things to do then write my inner most personal thoughts down in a book that could be found and read by god knows who. And really why would I want to write down my thoughts anyway even if there was no way anyone could find and read them?
Now why, you might ask, if someone has found and is reading this, am I doing this then if I'm so against the concept? I'll tell you. My mother has this strange habit of reading any and all gossip magazines she can get her hands on and every once and a while one of these magazines has some article in it on how it's possible to improve your children in some way.
According to her latest magazine having your child write down their thoughts is therapeutic and enables them to become more open with others.
So guess what I now have to do? Yup, write down my thoughts in some stupid book. ...Not that books are stupid. Books are one of the only really good things that the human race has come up with.
I don't know how I could have gotten through the first day of school without a book. Everything would have been fine if people didn't keep interrupting my reading. First I go smashing straight into a tree, completely my fault of course, not looking where I was going and all, but to keep up my heartless image I took out my annoyance at my self on some girl and boy who were acting concerned.
Then my sketchbook went missing for a while and the day just went downhill from there. Including some horrible girl attempting to nominate me as class president. What the hell!?... that would have been the worst thing possible. Then I finally get home and one of the maids informs me about this whole journal thing. Horrible day.
Anyway, my required amount of time spent writing in this thing is over. Unfortunately I'll be back to write again soon.
~Tamura Miho
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 11:59 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 12:39 pm
Bad Idea, Worse Consequences
(After the Trip to the Commoner Mall)
Okay, so I admit, heading to commoner mall just to spite my mother probably isn't the brightest idea that I've ever had. But how on earth was I supposed to know just how badly it would turn out?
The whole point of going to a commoner mall, aside from annoying my mother, was to avoid seeing any of my school mates. Guess who was there? A whole bunch of people from school. Now tell me, why is it that when they have access to the best and most expensive malls people decide to go shopping at a commoner mall?
Anyway, as I seem to be developing a habit of doing when I'm around Ouran people I crash into something... only this time it was a person. The same girl that had been around when I crashed into the tree. Really, she must be getting the impression that I'm clumsier then I am. Just lovely.
Speaking of that girl... Mitsuko I think her name was. She's far to bright and cheerful, it makes my brain hurt from the brightness. How on earth could any human being be that cheerful all the time?
Some after I fled the mall, with no new outfit of course, I highly doubt that anyone even noticed I left. But since I arrived home without the outfit I was sent out for my mother dragged me back out again to an expensive mall this time and bought me a dress for the function that we had to attend the next day.
How was the function, you might ask? Horrible,awful, and all other versions of that word. Stuck in a cramped room with strange music playing, surrounded by people and being forced to be polite to them. Can't think of a worse way to have spent my night.
..My mother has just sent a maid to fetch me to her. Probably another function that I need a new dress for (God forbid I ever wear a dress more then once). That's pretty much the only reason that she ever wishes to talk to me, that or to scold me for something that I've done wrong. Oh well, off to my doom.
~Tamura Miho
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 1:01 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 1:27 pm
A Strange Household
(After Miho's Encounter with Roka in the Hedge Maze)
CRASH
Miho groaned and reached a hand out for the remote that lay on the table to the side of the couch in her room. Hitting the plus button she attempted to raise her stereo to a level where the music would drown out the sound of her mother yelling at her father for something or other as she always did when she got into this state.
This was why she'd been hiding in the hedge maze when Roka found her. Tucked into a pretty, quiet place with a book and sketchbook was about ten thousand times better then being stuck in this house with her mother.
Glancing over to her bed she saw Nao attempting to bury his head in her pillows to protect his sensitive ears from all of the noise. Sighing softly she stood and moved to the bed, scooping his up to cradle him against her chest. Petting his thoughtfully a small smile crossed her face, well that would get her out of the house for at least a little bit.
Scooping his leash off of her desk she shut off her stereo and headed out of her room. Reaching the entrance hall she waited for a pause in the noise before addressing the maids who had hurried forward to help her with her coat and whatever else she needed.
"I'm going out to walk Nao. I'll be back around the time.." She paused for a moment to allow for another bout of screaming "This is over." Buttoning her coat she hooked Nao's leash on him and headed outside, leaving the maids with bemused looks on their faces.
One of the maids could be heard muttering to another. "I don't understand this household at all." The other maid nodded "Like why the master is still with the mistress or why the young mistress is so calm about their fighting. Isn't parental fighting supposed to be traumatizing for a child?"
The first maid sighed "I suppose you'd have to get used to it after a while. And it's not as if the young mistress is exactly your typical child is she?"
There was a general murmuring of agreement among the maids. They'd all seen the different masks the child put up depending on whose company she was in. None of the servants were quite sure as to which if any of them was her real personality.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 8:00 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 8:18 pm
A Musical? ...Oh Dear
(After the RP About the First Year's Musical)
One of the maids tipped my mother off to the fact that I wasn’t writing in this as regularly as she had commanded. So it’s punishments for me and back to writing in this journal again. Though… really, her punishments aren’t really that bad, banning me from talking to friends or leaving the house for reasons other than school or going out with her isn’t really a hardship. Our house and grounds are extensive and there are plenty of books in my shelves that I haven’t read… so the only bad part about this would be having to write in this thing again.
Apparently there are people out there who write in these things every day. I don’t understand it, one I wouldn’t want people accidentally or on purpose reading my innermost thoughts and secondly not that much happens everyday for there to be stuff to write about. I mean today for instance; I’ve been either in my room or in the gardens reading or sketching. That took up a sentence at most. You see? It’s pointless to take time to sit down everyday just to write one sentence.
The only thing that happened the whole week is that the whole first year class at Ouran found out that they are required to put on a musical. Being as I can’t sing and I knew mother would force me into participating I’m going to be part of designing and painting sets. Lovely, after going to so much trouble to keep my art a secret almost everyone in the whole school is going to be looking at it now. I can always hope that I wont actually be needed; fat chance that’ll happen, with the luck that I seem to always have.
But… yeah… that’s really it. See? Was that really that interesting? No? I didn’t think so. Meaning I just wasted fifteen minutes of my time. Whoo.
~Tamura Miho
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 11:42 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 12:27 pm
The Strangest Things Make People Happy
(After Miho's Encounter with Mitsuko at the Mall)
With a groan Miho flopped backwards onto her bed and stared with disgust at the pile of dresses on her chair. Among the usually fancy party dresses there was the awful frilly costume that her mother had picked out for her as well as her own costume choice. Not that she'd wear it if she had the choice as she'd rather not do anything for Halloween.
Really, could a holiday be anymore pointless? How had a day that was supposedly the day when spirits and monsters and such could cross into the human realm become a day for little children to dress up and go do what their parents always told them not to, get candy from strangers?
"MIHO!"
Miho groaned, lovely. Just what she needed, her mother to want something. With a sigh she stood and made her way downstairs. The longer she took the madder her mother would be when she got there. When she stuck her head in the door, prepared to duck whatever object might come flying at her head, she blinked in surprise. Her mother was smiling.
"Um... what do you need mother?" This was almost scarier then her mother throwing things.
The grin stayed in place on her mother's face. "I've gotten you an appointment with one of the best hairstylists in the country. You're hair's finally grown out enough after you gave yourself that awful cut that we can do something about it. He's going to fix up the ends and trim those bangs into a much better look. We're leaving in a couple minutes. Go make yourself presentable."
A hair appointment? That's what was making her mother so happy? Well, whatever. "Alright, mother. Excuse me then." With a polite bow she turned and headed back to her room.
[[Two Hours Later...]]
Miho and her mother returned to the house. Her mother beamed happily and Miho looked a bit sullen while fiddling with her bangs that were now clipped stylishly to one side of her face.
She wasn't particularly found of this new hairstyle, but if it put her mother in such a good mood she guessed she could put up with it. Really though, the oddest things made that woman happy.
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 2:45 pm
A Daughter's Love
(After Miho's Trip to the Hairdresser)
Curled into a large comfy chair in her father's study Miho's attention was half on the book she held in her lap and half on her father. His hand moved surely over the page in front of him, easily sketching out ideas and designs for houses.
These were some of her favorite times, spent curled up in this chair watching her father work. They didn't talk much but just existed in comfortable silence. Sometimes her father would switch away from drawing drafts and sketch out a landscape or something similar.
With a smile her father glanced over his shoulder at Miho. "You want to come tell me what you think of this one?"
A small smile passed over Miho's face as she stood and made her way over to her father's drawing table. She loved this part too. After finishing a sketch her father would almost always let her look at it and he would ask her opinion on it, actually taking whatever she said seriously.
Today he had drawn a large and elegant house. Trees curtained the front shading it from prying eyes. Porches for the first and second floor were in front, directly on top of one another. Four columns supported the second story porch and another four supported the roof overhanging the second story porch. Long and open windows were placed elegantly along the front of the house. The door was large and grand and even more bushes and plants concealed the house. Over all it looked like some sort of secret haven, a dreamer's paradise.
After admiring the sheer beauty of it for a moment Miho's eyes narrowed and she focused on it, trying to see what she would add to it.
"There" She pointed to the left of the house. "Maybe a little secret looking path with some sort of gate with vines growing on it?"
Her observation earned her a smile from her father. "You have good eyes little chickity." He ruffled her hair affectionately. "Your sense is definitely improving. You'll definitely do well when you take over"
Miho accepted her father's praise quietly but her eyes had a sad cast to them. She would take over the business because her father loved it and wished her to do so, but it wasn't something she was happy about. Not that she'd ever say a word, she had resolved never to cause her father pain.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2008 9:53 pm
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2008 10:21 pm
An Inner Turmoil
(After Miho Meets Mitsuko, Katsuo, Tarii, and Satu)
So if writing my thoughts down helps me become more open with others. Why is it that I find people more and more confusing?
Why does a person smile when they're angry, or sad. Even when it has no benefit to themselves. Why are sadness and anger bad things? If joy is a good thing then shouldn't anger and sadness also be. They're just as pure an emotion and they still express what a person feels, but instead the only "good" emotion is if you are happy with things.
I don't know the answers. I don't suppose anyone does.
All my life I've seen again and again the pain that people can cause each other. My mother, and father. The pain Rin caused me. Even the pain the one she loved caused her. In that the only spot of light has been my father's love for me and mine for him, and yet that still causes pain, as I know that to please him I will have to do something that will cause me a small heartbreak.
As my mother sinks deeper and deeper into this state of depression of her's I find myself wondering. "What made her this way?" ..."Was it some horrible event in her past?" If it was, that scares me possibly more than anything every has. Because if it is so, is it not likely that I will end up like that as well? That is the last thing in the world that I want.
Yet to escape this it would seem that I would have to begin to trust people.
I... don't know if I can. There is so much potential for pain there. I know that a councilor would tell me that there is a great potential for joy as well, but that is something I have never experienced and ... it is so hard to trust something that you've never seen.
~Tamura Miho
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 12:59 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 12:56 am
People Can Change?
(After the Prom) Coming soon....
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