True.
True.
Because there’s no other word for it. Shit.
Rest in Peace, Yuuhi’s Love Children.
I have just recently found out that my aunt has done away with ALL of the notebooks that contained my earlier stories. Those that I have lovingly—LOVINGLY!—stored in a designated closet back in my room in the Philippines. I asked her why she did so (actually, I demanded while crying, although she probably won’t be able to find that out; we were talking via crappy fb chat), and all she said was ‘it’s time to move on and write a new chapter of your life—CHAR! :))”
She could have at least apologized. That was four years worth of my brains that she threw out of the house. Sure they were crappy, but I was so looking forward to having them sent to New York and dissecting them, making improvements here and there, and… I just feel so disoriented right now. I’m sure I can make better stories now, since I’m older and have more experience in life, but…
I just… feel like mourning. I feel like crying/throwing shit at the walls/screaming in frustration/you get the idea everytime I think about this. It’s so fucking senseless.
~Yuuhi
(Source: bariumhydroxide)
I just posted up two new stories in my page (Yuuhi’s Tales).
Be warned though, that they may really suck and all, considering those were my very very very early works. I was just going through all my other blogs to see if I have anything I’ve forgotten about. Certainly The Sweet Side I could never forget, even though it (most definitely) sucked. I just had to post Chapter One (Sweet Couple) up. That was the first story I ever put down on paper and the first collab between me and Yuuki that got me thinking, hey, we could actually do this.
And then our laziness hit us. Hard. I finished the rough draft of all three chapters but just couldn’t be assed to go over them and proof-read/overall make drastic improvements. Yuuki couldn’t be assed to draw the thing after what, five/six pages? So it kinda died during our high school sophomore year. I’m certainly thinking it would be great to pick up where we left off, but I would need my notebook with the story, and unfortunately, I left it back at home.
After TSWOROT Yuuki and I started working separately again. White Rain Fall on Me is one of the many stories I started, then never finished. One of the very many; I even forget what the plot is now. There are still others I’ve never posted up on the internet. I have a whole closet full of notebooks with unfinished stories back in Cebu. If I could have brought every single one of them here to New York I would have done so.
So yeah. While waiting for us to post something new up, please feel free to rate/comment/critique my earlier works.
~Yuuhi
Test Question.
How do we know if it's Yuuhi or Yuuki who's talking to us?
Asketh - murasakiyuu
We’ll leave our names at the end of each post. So it’s either “~Yuuki” or “~Yuuhi.”
That, and most of the ‘art’ posts are Yuuki’s, and the ‘Wall of Text’ posts are mine.
Also. We tend to answer questions very differently. You just have to pay attention to how we sound like when we post anything up, if ever we forget to slap our names onto said posts.
~Yuuhi
WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
Asketh - tumblrbot
Japan, obviously. :)
Oh, and. Our prayers are with the Japanese people who have suffered from such a massive catastrophe just last week (even though Yuuhi doesn’t believe in God, she loves all things Japanese so she’ll pray as well.) Be strong guys, people from all over the world are rooting for you.