shinkirou

Lady Una, hands down for me! A friend fo mine let me try some of her's on. Iwas oh-so-tasty allday long. It turned a couple heads, too! *grins*

*sigh* What a nice day. I'm sitting, listening to music, sipping a green Monster ( which I'm kind'a living off of. I hope i don't have a heart attack ) , and sifting through the variuos BPAL scents for sale. Hmmm...The scents i'm tempted to eventually buy are: The Ifrit, Blood Kiss The Coiled Serpent, Namaste, Phantasm, Veil, Black Cat, Wolf's Heart, Rose Cross, Hell Cat, Loup Garou, War, Lady Una, Nyx, Dream Formula V: Somnus, and Faiza, Tha Black Mamba. Awwwwwww...sorry for those of you who don't like naruto, but this is adorable: I wish i had a mate that cute and sensitive. (I'm talking about Sasuke.) The description of The Ifrit is so...i dun't know how to describe it...mysterious. ~The taxi driver comes out of the shower, wet, with a towel wrapped around his midsection. He is not wearing his sunglasses, and in the dim room his eyes burn with scarlet flames.Salim blinks back tears. "I wish you could see what I see," he says. "I do not grant wishes," whispers the ifrit, dropping his towel and pushing Salim gently, but irresistibly, down onto the bed.~ Adorable, but heart-achingly so... Someday, that would sound nice. (No, not Salim or the ifrit, a mate.) ...but not now... Shinkirou, The Wanderer

I am Shinkirou. I am writing...i guess just to write and shed the melancholy wrapped around my insides like a thick, damp fog. In my time, i haven't seen many wonders, but enough to marvel at considering the length of my exsistance. My friends are few. I have two that i trust. Amber and Amanda. I've had them both for about three years. My only other true friend i've had was killed in a car accident last year; I'd known Tiffany Shaffer since i was 6 years old. Thoughts of the past enshroud my mind, but all of them are painful...you could say i have a negative outlook, and it isn't good for my karma, but nothing good has happened to me for the past 5 years... I call myself Shinkirou, because that is how i feel. Like a mirage. Every time i look in the mirror, i see a face, but no identity. I'm trying to reshape that indentity, to make myself anew. I look out the window and see an overcast sky, and watch the wind shake the trees. I guees now is the appropriate time to reshape myself. Spring is the time of renewal, when pups and kits are born and the trees gain new leaves. Though it will soon storm outside, i know that the storms i have had in my life have wiped alot away, they haven't cleansed or redeemed me in any way. I intend on continuing, though, considering how much the winds and rains have numbed me, it will be fairly easy to mold a new identity. I'm hopefully moving to the same area as my friend Amber. It should be nice. Starting off as a freshman in a new school may seem intimidating to some, but to me it doesn't cause me to flalter a bit. I hope that maybe someday, I'll find someone to hold my heart and appreciate who and what i am, but that doesn't mean I'm looking for someone either. Anyways...that's my first entry. I've only scratched the surface of who i am, but more will come in time. Farewell for now, reader. ~Shinkirou, The Wanderer