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Monologues: Katsurou
Wednesday, September 23, 2009

"Adair"
Yamasaki Katsurou

he told me i was pretty.

and here i am like a stupid silly schoolgirl, cooped up in the corner where i always sit, under the tree and blushing all about it.

what a sight
what a sight
what a sight
i wonder what people are thinking about me right now?

"Hey guys, check out that weird kid sitting there!"
"Hey look, it's him again, that nancy from the other class!"
"Hey bro, it's that Adair-kid from the other school!"

not very friendly, people nowadays. not friendly at all i guess. i wonder what happened to the other people in the past, the nice ones. the one's who give out candies and pennies and invited you over for tea? those nice uncles and aunts and their sweet little daughters and sons who were always giving away their balloons, and the sweet formality with which they would speak... what happened to that guy i knew who would always give me a shiny polished pebble every saturday?

oh wait, we're not in tiny tinseltown any more.
dear me how could i ever ever forget?

he called me pretty.
pretty!

i can't even remember the last time someone looked me in the eye and told me i looked pretty without making it sound like some disease.
i wonder when that happened, huh?
prettiness being a disease...
that sounds like something he wrote about for his philosophy essay.
I think he told me about it.

Did he?Did he?
Did he?
Did he?Did he?

...For the life of me i can never seem to remember the important stuff.
like what the house i used to live, when mummy was still in england, looked like.
like what our cat used to look like, before it ran out and got hit by a car.
like what the dog was called before i renamed it Irritating Incarnate.
like what he wrote in his philosophy essay...

God, i am such a sob story.
think of happier things, Adair!
think H A P P Y!

like how he wore green today,
like how everywhere you turned,
you would see someone in green,
and how you would always pray it was him.

seriously, i would give anything to hear his voice now.

High definition, instant replay video:
High definition, instant replay video: "You're far prettier than she was."

pretty?
he looked like he meant it too, green eyes all firm and steady.
he didn't clamp down on his lips like he thought he said something wrong.
he didn't even so much look like he meant it actually.
it's like he let it slip by accident and decided it didn't matter if i heard or not.

imustbethinkingtoomuchagain
ithinktoomuchithinktoomuchithinktoomuch

why is my heart hammering my ribs?
it kinda' hurts.
cut it out.
damn it.

rain on the windowpane,
oscar wilde's children's stories,
impossibly pretty boys,
airbrushed models,
clothes that are oh so vogue,
shallowness and lots of it,
a Japanese soundtrack put on loop.

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blog . about . links	we need to start over. don't tell me we need to talk. Monologues: Katsurou Wednesday, September 23, 2009 "Adair" Yamasaki Katsurou he told me i was pretty. and here i am like a stupid silly schoolgirl, cooped up in the corner where i always sit, under the tree and blushing all about it. what a sight what a sight what a sight i wonder what people are thinking about me right now? "Hey guys, check out that weird kid sitting there!" "Hey look, it's him again, that nancy from the other class!" "Hey bro, it's that Adair-kid from the other school!" not very friendly, people nowadays. not friendly at all i guess. i wonder what happened to the other people in the past, the nice ones. the one's who give out candies and pennies and invited you over for tea? those nice uncles and aunts and their sweet little daughters and sons who were always giving away their balloons, and the sweet formality with which they would speak... what happened to that guy i knew who would always give me a shiny polished pebble every saturday? oh wait, we're not in tiny tinseltown any more. dear me how could i ever ever forget? he called me pretty. pretty! i can't even remember the last time someone looked me in the eye and told me i looked pretty without making it sound like some disease. i wonder when that happened, huh? prettiness being a disease... that sounds like something he wrote about for his philosophy essay. I think he told me about it. Did he?Did he? Did he? Did he?Did he? ...For the life of me i can never seem to remember the important stuff. like what the house i used to live, when mummy was still in england, looked like. like what our cat used to look like, before it ran out and got hit by a car. like what the dog was called before i renamed it Irritating Incarnate. like what he wrote in his philosophy essay... God, i am such a sob story. think of happier things, Adair! think H A P P Y! like how he wore green today, like how everywhere you turned, you would see someone in green, and how you would always pray it was him. seriously, i would give anything to hear his voice now. High definition, instant replay video: High definition, instant replay video: "You're far prettier than she was." pretty? he looked like he meant it too, green eyes all firm and steady. he didn't clamp down on his lips like he thought he said something wrong. he didn't even so much look like he meant it actually. it's like he let it slip by accident and decided it didn't matter if i heard or not. imustbethinkingtoomuchagain ithinktoomuchithinktoomuchithinktoomuch why is my heart hammering my ribs? it kinda' hurts. cut it out. damn it. rain on the windowpane, oscar wilde's children's stories, impossibly pretty boys, airbrushed models, clothes that are oh so vogue, shallowness and lots of it, a Japanese soundtrack put on loop. Labels: monologues comment? / top about one xREDballoon about meIt was the username that was adopted either in late August or early September of 2009. It was the combined effect of too many games on Orisinal (especially High Delivery) and also her long-time love for how the large red carnival balloons when they fly away. about meFinalized as a digital signature only in November of the same year, it has since been used everywhere: her previous Gaia account, her account on bubbl.us, and of course every recent endeavor on web and graphic design. It was an aim of hers to use it as something of a brand. From her sketches to simple blog layouts, one xREDballoon presents is her favourite signature as of now. about meone xREDballoon is the internet handle of a girl, born on a wet day in the early morning of late February. Although astrologically she is a Pisces, she displays many of the Aquarian traits, possibly as a result of being born near the time. She likes the concept of beauty in its most primitive classical form, ruffles layered upon each other generously for flounce or decor, detailed black lace be it crochet or woven, a whole palette of colours from turquoise to grey. She is charmed by the way an old well-read book smells on a wet rainy day, and the way the pages feel, all crinkly and wise under her fingers as she turns the page. She loves the inviting appeal of a blank notebook, and a good gel-ink pen in the colour of the sky. about meLearn more about her in her personal blog. about And Then She Fell about meAndthenshe-fell@blogspot was named as such in October 09, on a whim and on a wish to match the layout that time. And Then She Fell was a lot of things back then: a roleplay layout (in bbcode), a roleplay idea (which was never developed) and also the words emblazoned in huge Ruritania upon an image which showed a falling girl. That was the beginnings of this writing blog as the all-new concept of And Then She Fell. about meFrom the start, And Then She Fell has always been a semi-personal blog. While visitors are not unwelcomed, no particular effort is put into censoring the content or to sound polite. Just as well that the blog touches on intangible unimportant things, for if it were to talk of life and its nuances, things would sour quickly and it would become a blog of cynical views and criticism. Enjoy your stay here. archives December 2007 February 2008 July 2008 December 2008 June 2009 September 2009 October 2009 December 2009 January 2010 categories Inspiration Drabbles Character Monologues Rants Summaries Countries: Rochvell Countries: Thiendra Series: Closure Series: The Amaryllis Project favourites The Tugboat Complex Quote whore Geometricity Day Breaking Slash Slash Slash Slash