http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:FuruFuru&section=today deviantART RSS for by:FuruFuru en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Mon, 30 Nov 2009 04:39:03 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://FuruFuru.deviantart.com/journal/26539096/ http://FuruFuru.deviantart.com/journal/26539096/ Wed, 12 Aug 2009 00:29:19 PDT
-of dreams and wishes-

Gone and went.

What could I have hoped too see? Hoped to obtain?

Twenty years… learning, searching…waiting.

But of life, nothing.

I know nothing at all.

Sitting here, dreaming of starlit skies, fiery showers… and

Pools of fragile moonlight.

Stringing word upon word like pearls in an ornate necklace,

Adorned with clichéd themes of love

Whispered over and over-

In that unknown chant, trying to persuade myself that I know anything about it at all.

As a fabled traveler walks, searching for the perfect view of the autumn full moon.

When we reach it- what then?

That meteor shower I yearn to see...

When I see it, what then?

Perhaps it is not time after all.

The gentle caress, the warmth of light that strikes and stirs the soul

That moves…quivering-

A single moment of understanding we all seek.

My happy ending is shrouded in misty clouds

Far, far from sight.

I am a mere strand of grass among an ocean of growing green waves

That bend right and left

To the wind’s desires.

And yet…

I could not help…but dream.

Today I look not above-

But within me, to realize that I am not alone.

To those and all around-

Everyone.

Everyone.

Everyone.

I’m sorry for how uncaring I’ve been,

The words I could have said

Support I should have given

Time I should have spent

With you

And you

And you.

Now all I can say is this-



You mean a lot to me.
Thank you for existing.

]]> ~FuruFuru http://FuruFuru.deviantart.com/journal/23207158/ http://FuruFuru.deviantart.com/journal/23207158/ Sat, 14 Feb 2009 23:42:17 PST If you could stay anywhere, anywhere in the world….where would you choose to be?

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The princess had a dream.

And in it, she was in love.

Wishfully, wistfully in love…

With someone who’s hands are just out of reach.

In love

With a figure she could only see in her mind;

Who’s presence preoccupied her every thought

Between the moments of sleep and wake.

Sometimes she wondered if what she called reality was just a dream after all

While the dream was instead real.

Slowly, you become the definition of my reality.

Then one day

The dream ended.

And the truth crashed down upon her

That maybe…

Maybe it was too good to be true after all.

Maybe love didn’t exist, and dreams should forever remain dreams.

Yet unable to deny that ache within her heart,

The princess swore to find that person no matter how long it took.

She came up with a message

To which only one person would know the reply that she sought

And asked the wind to repeat it

Saying the words over and over

As it blew near and far.

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Time slowly passed

…Memories became faint

While forgotten promises fell like petals after rain.

Perhaps the person heard it

And found her.

Perhaps they didn’t…

And the princess died alone.

Yet true to its promise

The wind kept repeating the words

If you could stay anywhere, anywhere in the world….where would you choose to be?

Until one day,

When spring and summer had long past

The first autumn leaf heard the wind’s whispered words.

With a quick goodbye to its mother tree the leaf flew,

Far, far and still further…

With the wind leading the way.

Why, I’d want to be with you, of course.

In that place, of that time

To that world where dreams of “you” and “me”

Are forever.

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End.

Ah….

But not everyone can live in a fairy tale, ne?

Not everyone has wind under their command.

So let us rewrite the story…

Not once upon a time

But in the here and now…

There is a common maiden.

And the girl also had a dream.

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Where would I choose to be?

I see lights

A pale white bulb attached to the wall

The glow reflected by the sink-

No, no need for chandeliers.

(I can see you in my heart even if I close my eyes hehe)

I taste soup

The flavor of beef and spices still lingering from dinner.

No, no fancy menus-

Just one large bowl of soup noodles, split into two.

(You can have the bigger portion~~)

I smell soap

The distinct scent of lavender soap-

$1.99 a bottle.

(Your hands might be dry if you use it too much, so I’ll wash the dishes instead<3)

I hear splashing

Scrubbing.

A sponge dripping wet.

I feel water

Running through my hands.

I feel the smoothness of clean bowls and pans…

I feel content after a full dinner.

But most importantly,

I feel you

Standing close to me.

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Where I want to be?

My dream is of dirty dishes…

Dinner together…

And a pair of used chopsticks placed side by side.

Yours, and mine.

]]> ~FuruFuru http://FuruFuru.deviantart.com/journal/22640109/ http://FuruFuru.deviantart.com/journal/22640109/ Sat, 17 Jan 2009 19:20:48 PST
They say that the night blooming cereus was originally a young maiden

…that love made her distant;

always looking far away, waiting for something.

They say she turned into a flower when she died.

And even then, her secret vanished with her.

The flower would only bloom at midnight, revealing its heart to the moon as everyone sleeps.

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A smile, as fragile as morning dew.

Life that is just as transient.

Was it the gardener?

The artist…

The writer…?

Those who truly understand beauty

And the color of petals, blooming in the darkest of nights…

Is that who she was in love with?

Or maybe a Prince…from a far away land.

No, no!

That couldn’t be all there is to it.

Maybe she was born reticent.

Or really, really shy…

Or maybe she just preferred to be alone.

But wait.

Who wouldn’t want to have friends?

She’s probably waiting…

Waiting for someone to approach her.

Perhaps she was just lonely.

Maybe she was keeping her secret from an evil presence, threatening to destroy the world.

Or an explanation, as to why the sky cries in winter.

Why candles blink thrice before giving out…

Why we shed tears during sad movies

Every

Single

Time.

Then again…

Hers could be a story that was only meaningful to those who knew her.

Nothing special,

But a story depends on the person interpreting it, ne?

What do we see?

If we were her, what would we have wanted to say?

Perhaps….there is no story at all,

But this…

/I know not how much time we have together

How long is the life of a flower, anyway?

Still…

For as long as I am here,

You are here

Teach me who you are.

What are your interests?

How does it feel when we are side by side?

Write with me a story

That we will forever remember.

And so….

So that

No matter how many times my petals wilt and fade

I’ll be able to find you once more./

Perhaps the Cereus flower had a secret after all.

A loved One.

A normal person.

Yet no writer or artist or prince can compare…

You know how some people call the person they love… “Little egg”?

Because with eggs, you have to be careful with them.

Make sure they don’t break.

/If your heart was an egg…

Then I’ll do all I can to keep it warm.

I’ll keep it safe

And hold the treasure inside precious to me

Until that day it hatches,

Then…

I’ll kiss you, and tell you

I love you./

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They say it was all just a dream, of a flower that once thought it was human.

And why not?

As flowers love,

Humans do too.

And for flowers

If you talk to them

Show them you care

…they’ll bloom all the more wonderfully

Under that secret you two will share.

]]> ~FuruFuru http://FuruFuru.deviantart.com/journal/20958070/ http://FuruFuru.deviantart.com/journal/20958070/ Sun, 12 Oct 2008 17:58:07 PDT
Maybe I shouldn’t write this here. Maybe…really…I shouldn’t have written this here. I say too many rambly things. I shouldn’t put this in a journal and trouble people in reading it. And what I say is probably insignificant.

Should I reply to the kind words everyone had sent me instead? Should I come back to DA? Should I…

Is it…too late?

I don’t really know.

I say all of these things…that I’m sorry, that I wanted to do something more than just say sorry…yet, I can never do it, ne?

Ah…hmmm…

But then, you all deserve a proper apology from Furu. I don’t want to just disappear without saying anything, because despite my absence, despite Furu being bad Furu and not saying anything…everyone here does mean a lot to Furu. So I hope it’s okay for me to be rambly…just once more.

*bows*

I’m sorry for disappearing and not replying to anyone for so long.

I’m sorry to say, too…that I probably won’t be able to reply to anything much now, either. There are ah…some rl things I need to do and somewhere I need to go, also…so there is a chance that I might permanently disappear from DA and other online places (*will say something if I do leave though*, no worries of Furu permanently disappearing without saying anything).

But I’m still here right now though. At least for a short time. And Furu still thinks of everyone lotslots. If I can, every now and then, I’ll come back to share a story I’ve written, or a picture of noodles…or something. (Eh…I think we can upload photos here, ne?)

I have read what everyone says, too. I read and re-read your words…many, many times- and even if I’ve never said it to you personally…Furu thanks you for what you have written to me (in the journal comments, the deviation comments, and the wall-comment-thingies). Furu thanks you for adding me to your friend’s list, and for favorite-ing some of my writings, too. (<_< *has read your journals and seen your deviations, too* >_> though, again…*is sorry for not saying anything there on how wonderful they all are*)

Furu doesn’t reply to anything because…ah…you see…I’ve been…not myself lately. Things happen. Lots of things happen…and I am affected by them. Sometimes…not in a really good way, and I have to disappear for a while.

I’ll try to go to your DA pages and say hi sometime, though (<_< so don’t be surprised if you see a random Furu-hello and many months late reply on your wall-comment-thingy or a comment on your wonderful deviations either. >_> I hope you don’t mind).

Just…ah…I don’t think I’ll be able to reply or say thank you or anything muchmuch.

Furu is very sorry. *bows again* (>: sorry for the bad journal, too. >_> *doesn't know how to write journals*)

<_< and before ending journal…I have to say, I hope you are all doing well. See you sometime, ne?

Take care.

]]> ~FuruFuru http://FuruFuru.deviantart.com/journal/19007595/ http://FuruFuru.deviantart.com/journal/19007595/ Mon, 23 Jun 2008 18:35:22 PDT
It has been a long time, ne?

I’m sorry I haven’t been online that much. (...and I probably won't be online much now, either) >: *wonders…if I reply to everyone with a 2-3 months late reply, would it still be okay?* x_x…hmmm….or maybe that’s a bad idea…x_x…

<_< *writes a journal for apologizing to everyone at once instead?*

Ne. How is everyone? I hope everything has been going well for all of you.

(hmm…or maybe I should write a comment to say hello on the Devious comments-thingy in your journals instead? @_@ *is clueless and not sure of what to do*)

>_> *doesn’t know what else to say here so ends journal*

(Oh! Ah, and thank you for everyone who has left replies on Furu’s wall/Devious/comments-thingy, previous journal, writing deviations, and added me in your watch-list thingy <_< --> not sure what to call those either)

]]> ~FuruFuru http://FuruFuru.deviantart.com/journal/17870646/ http://FuruFuru.deviantart.com/journal/17870646/ Tue, 15 Apr 2008 19:18:23 PDT
Furu is sorry to say that you have stumbled upon a trap. This is a one-way ticket to my heart, and there is no escape route. The moment you have stumbled upon this page- whatever the reason why you have arrived here, whether I’ve ever talked to you or not, whatever you have said or will say to me…

You are now inside my heart, and you have no choice but to be loved by me. While in here, you have a great variety of choice in arteries, veins, valves, etc. (>: please note that the atrias are booked only for special occasions, and the left ventricle has already been taken, and is now occupied. Ehhh! But the right ventricle is free, though).

While you are at it, feel free to call yourself one of my friends. Permanently. Though whether or not you consider me a friend…the choice is yours.

However, there is a bad side to being in Furu’s heart that I should warn you about. Furu here…is a very spoiled brat.

Yupyup, Furu is nineteen, but Furu has chosen to be a child because the world of adults had become too confusing for her to bear…

As an unfortunate result, since you have now been trapped inside her heart, you will have to face the childish- spoiled-ness of Furu.

*tuggles your shirt*

So now Furu asks…What has been going on in Furu’s deviantart account when Furu is away? *tilts head*

>: Why is no one happy here in Furu’s heart? >: Has Furu not given enough love to everyone?

You are all adults, ne? You all speak like adults. You have the ability to retort and argue and think like one as well. These bad things you say to each other in Furu’s wall…Furu will not understand them. Such language is not tolerable in Furu’s brain nor Furu’s heart.

Sit down. Drink a cup of tea. (>: Furu’s treat!!! *sends everyone tea* >: …or do you want coke? Water? Juice? >: Furu has lots of drinks to pass around)

Take a deep breath. Now….tell me. Why is it that Furu’s heart does not contain love? The last time I was here…there was warmth flowing everywhere. Now all I see is heat, and anger.

Tell me…why is it that you are mad at each other? No…Furu does not want to hear your adult words that Furu does not understand. Furu does not want to hear you use the words ‘hate’ and ‘rude’ and ‘outburst’ and other mean words to each other. Take another deep breath.

Did you know, that speaking when you are angry only results in saying things you don’t really mean…which results in even more anger and confusion?

Calm down. Drink more tea. (>: use the bathroom if you drink too much? Flush all that anger and confusion down the toilet).

Yupyup. Furu doesn’t know what it is you are arguing about. Furu will be a good Furu…and Furu will not interfere. Settle it yourselves, between yourselves. >: and don’t tell spoiled-Furu that you can’t, (>: because I will throw lollipops at you) because you are all adults…your usage of non-Furu-tolerable-language proves it as such, yes? If you can say mean words…you can say nice words as well.

What I have to say on that though…

Do whatever you want when I don’t see it. If you are here, if you are in Furu’s heart…then you are all Furu’s friends…and if you say mean things to each other…then you are not only hurting yourself, but me as well. >: and as I am selfish….I will say this-

Stop. Please.

I love you. (>: yes, even you who are reading this now and haven’t even posted a single time yet)

I believe in fate. And the fact that you have been lead here by some way (whether through Ryuu as his friend…or not friend…or if you came here because you read Furu’s fics…or you just randomly stumbled here… ) , such a meeting is held sacred by Furu.

You are my friends (>: whether you want to be…or not. <_< >_> <_< >_> though I hope you do consider me as a friend? >_> <_< >_> ) .

You can say bad things to me all you want, and I won’t mind. But if you say it to each other…then I do mind. Because I love you. I don’t want to see those I love saying those words.

Unless you really really don’t like me. Then all I have to say is…go on, say these things to each other as much as you want. I have seen enough of people (many whom I care for deeply) saying not-nice things to each other lately, and I am tired of it. Go on. Say not-nice things at each other. And while you are at it…since you are all inside my heart… please use all of that anger to stab my heart as well. I do not wish to be here anymore. You can leave my heart if it is gone.

(<_< …and yes, Furu believes in the childish mentality of loving everyone, too. >: I am sorry that you are having to read and listen to Furu’s ideals…but you have stumbled into my heart. <_< >_> and I talk to my heart a lot)

(>: You are respected y... ]]> ~FuruFuru