Archive for November, 2008

The Days Before Today

Posted by: Ms Ayain Ms Aya's Papers

20th November 2K8, Thursday – 8:04+pm


Hell~O boys and girls of all ages~♥

This is Ms.Aya who is happy to be able to spam in PaperDiaries again~ (Laughs) <´v`>/

I wonder — Is there anyone who wishes to torture this sheep with a pitchfork? <^-^>lll

Baa.. I’m imagining things up again.

But a few days ago, I’m very positive that I did not imagine picking up a wallet filled with Malaysia and Singapore dollars!

No no, it wasn’t surreal either. It was REAL. <`A´>/

While taking Auwlithe out for his morning walk, I noticed a brown wallet lying down on the grass. I picked it up, look left and right — and when the coast was clear, I opened it and damn! /<ºДº>/

Lots of 50 dollar notes in both currency as mentioned above. There was even a Mastercard inside! /<ºДº>/

The first thing that came to mind was, “Told you so… It pays to have your eyes on the ground”.  Those of you who remember this entry, yea… You’ll get what I mean. (Laughs) <^x^>lll

Anyway.. The owner of the wallet lives nearby so I went over to his house and threw the wallet over his gate.

My mother saw what I did and instead of praising her money-face daughter for being honest — she scolded me for being rude. <T_T>

She said I shouldn’t throw the wallet over the gate and that I should return it back to him upfront. <-   ->lll

Well… I don’t think my actions were rude since the doors and windows were closed plus it was early in the morning. Leaving the wallet in his post box is just as good as missing since petty thefts may bestow upon in the most least expected time. <¯Д¯>

Another reason (which beats the above) is — I don’t like that man. He’s creepy and every time he sees me, he gives me that perverted smile. Now, I don’t mind being an oba-san magnet but a gijiji magnet is totally a no-no for me. <`Д´>/

Having that said, I just didn’t want to give him any reasons or obligations to smile and talk to me whenever I’m outside. <TAT>

Hey, at least he got his wallet back, right? <_   _>

Apart from that morning, what other tiny encounters did I have? <.___.>{?] ↓

Ok.. I struggled in teaching myself CSS….<x_x>

Came across some colorful tins of biscuit that charmed my eyes~ ↓

Especially this one!

At first I wanted to buy it but in the end, I bought the normal cream crackers. You know… Dipping crackers into your coffee is really yummy. (Though there’s a rumor that intake of caffeine can kill your breast tissues) Try that for a change during your tea time, ok?

Baa… <u_u> While you’re at it, play chess~☆! \<^v^>/

Oh ya! Here’s a question for girls~☆!

Guys, if you know something, tell me! I won’t accuse you of being girly. (Laughs)

I bought this Whitening Mask from China and I’ve been using it for weeks. ↓

Even though it’s quite effective, I’m just not sure whether I’m using it correctly because the method is not mentioned there. <.___.>

Firstly, I would wash my face and then apply it and leave it on for 30minutes+. However upon washing it off, it’s just too moisture to be wash off completely. ↓

So does this mean this is a leave-on mask and requires no rinsing? <.___.>{?]

Baa… <u_u>

Ok.. I need to go off soon. <-   ->

As a finale of this entry, ↓

DEAD SPACE, anyone? <´v`>/

PS: During my absence, did you pick up any new interest and hobby? <.___.>{?]

Re-Opening of PaperDiaries

Posted by: Ms Ayain Announcements
Mood - in high spirits!

20th November 2K8, Thursday – Midnight.


O go kigen yo, minna-hun~♫! \<^v^>/

This is Ms.Aya the sheep who is speaking on behalf of Mira~♥!

Those who have been following PaperDiaries until today, we are very grateful for your support~! <´•ω•`>/

Right now… ↓

We like to welcome you to our new blog with our open arms~☆!

You see, we always wanted a domain name for our blog and finally — We’ve bought it!

*Dances around together* \(  *^v^)/\<^.^*  >/

Although we’re still upset that we have to forgo the hits that we earned so hard for the passed 3 and a half months… ↓

35,784 hits since July 2K8. No joke and certainly no forging was done.

Ah~well… <u_u>

We’ll strive harder and continue to do our best to take blogging to new heights~☆!

[ . . . ]

At the moment, is in a mess and for that reason, we would like to ask a favor from everyone.

Can your browser view this blog properly?

Any spastic errors? (Other than the header) <.___.>{?]

If there’s anything wrong, please let us know.

Thank you~!


PS: I, Ms.Aya would like to thank those who offered to help sheep in editing this blog’s theme. Even though you weren’t able to do anything, I really appreciate it the fact that you bothered to look into my matter. Also, I would like to thank my brother for setting this blog and amending the errors I made.

Thank you!

… Ne, Mira-hun.. Anything you want to say? <.___.>{?]

… <   ._.>{?]

Ne?.. <._.  >{?}

.. Baa..


PPS: Remember to amend our links to this new blog, honeys! \<^x^>/


Listening to : Halcali - Long Kiss Goodbye

Listening to : Halcali - Long Kiss Goodbye

Konbanwa minna ^^ sorry if im posting late again >.< its because of my time and job as usual.

looks like the blog is finally back again and we can all post and chat once again ! ^^

To tell everyone honestly i am really happy for all of your support with us till now waiting for our domain to be up and coming to join us once more. Please do contiue to support us XD we LOVE you !!! ~~~ no seriously we do love you for your support with us o.o

Keep in touch with our blog domain as we will continue to bring news , events and happenings in our lives with 2 different stories from 2 different girls ^^

Currently problems are trying to be fixed and there will be a few new things available here soon which needs to be get done urgently so do await it XD . GANBARIMASU ~~~

once again :

Ms.Aya and Mira thanks you for your continues support and may you have fun here always ~

Story of Your Scars

Posted by: Ms Ayain Ms Aya's Papers
Mood - Genki!

Mood - Genki!

10th November 2K8, Monday – 10:39+pm.


Hell~o to all my youthful readers~♥!

This is Ms.Aya who refuses to let the blog go unannounced for more than 3 days~☆! (Laughs) \<^ε^>/

How was your weekend!? <*^-^*>/

Mine was…Let’s just say, I’m quite occupied with something at the moment. <´•ω•`>/ ↓

The haggard looking blogger of PaperDiaries, Ms.Aya.

The haggard looking blogger of PaperDiaries, Ms.Aya.

Old hag… <T_T>

[ . . . ]


Stop staring at my aging and fatigue face. Let’s move on with today’s topic! \<`A´>/

[ . . . ]

I want to share everyone my thoughts and opinions on ‘scars’.

Upon hearing the word ‘scars’ — What is the first thing that comes to your mind?

Well… I’m guessing:

  1. Physical scars (Explicit and original meaning of ‘scar’) – Wounds inflicted on the physical body that hasn’t fully repair and recover thus the marks remains visible.
  2. Emotional scars (A phrase) – A strong and hurtful experience that impacts on one’s emotions causing him/her sadness and emotional pain that is almost impossible to recover and deem to be unforgettable.

If you’re thinking of something else, that means we’re not on the same page. (Laughs)

*a-hem* <u_u>

There are 2 definition of scars that we use to describe our unforgettable pain and I’m sure everyone what kind of scars they have. Especially our emotional scars since our hearts and emotions can remember pain more vividly than our bodies. <u_u>

It is said that emotional scars can’t be cured as easily as our physical scars. That’s something big and complex, right?

But I’m not going to emphasize about emotional scars. Instead, I want to talk about — Physical scars.

(Because emotional scars is a damn bloody depressing subject to begin with)

I was just looking at my hands today. And I notice the tiny scars I have on my left knuckles. <—ω—>/

I remember how I got them. I was with my family in the elevator and I don’t know what came over me but I reached out my left hand towards the elevator’s door.

Blue~!“, I pointed out. <^v^>/

The next thing we all saw — My tiny little hand got caught in between the doors. <x_x> Seriously, I had everyone panicking over my frivolous actions. That was how silly sheep was in her toddler years. <_  _>lll

Anyway, apparently that incident had not taught me enough about being an itchy hand. I had my fingers stuck in the freezer, had my hands caught in the bus’s door, jammed in the baby’s swinger — when it all boils down, my left hand used to be in constant danger.

Thankfully, my left hand was not taken away from me otherwise — I wouldn’t be able to draw manga today. (Laughs)

Therefore… Enough about my ridiculous childhood stories and let’s get to the real beef of this topic.

Have you ever taken interest in people’s scars?

Well.. To me.. I see stories in scars. <^x^>/

And I find them very amusing NOT because they’re hideous. In lieu, I have a peculiar interest in the stories behind them.

Did you that physical scars can tell you more about that person’s childhood? <.___.>{?]

For instance.. The scars on his legs and hands implies that he spent his childhood outdoors.

If he doesn’t have any scars, that means either he was a stay-at-home nerd OR just too bloody perfect to kiss the ground. <T_T>lll

In other words — Not macho. (Laughs) <^v^>/

Baa~ <u_u>

And if you happen to know a guy who has scratches on his shoulders, drop the idea of getting fresh with him. Because there are chances that he slept with a tigress the night before. (Laughs)

[ . . . ]

Alright… Time to end my nonsense.

Sheep has a lot to say about scars but it doesn’t want to be selfish so —

Everyone, please do tell me your views and opinions on scars~☆!

In addition… How about telling me the tales behind your scars?

Were you a miserable indoor child or the sun-shine-going-kid? <^w^>/

PS: This is a common remedy. When you have fresh wounds, apply some Aloe Vera (raw is best) or peel out the thin layer behind the onion’s skin and wrap it over your wounds.

Sheep is a POET?

Posted by: Ms Ayain Ms Aya's Papers
Mood - Sheepish

Mood - Sheepish

6th November 2K8, Thursday – 10:18+pm.


Minna-hun osu~♫! <^ε^>/

Sorry for updating the blog too frequently. \<´・ω・`>/

This sheep who is called Ms.Aya is feeling rather sheepish and bubbly so — please … Pardon me. <^x^>/

I was digging for some old threads of mine in AO, an Anime forum and I recovered back some old poetry work of mine. <.___.>

After reading my old work (dated in year 2006) — I’m taken by surprise that I could rhyme the words well enough. <o_o>lll

Anyway — Without further ado, please give me your feedback! \<≧∇≦>/~☆

Up first… ↓

Eyes That Lies

Open up your eyes, gaze into her heart of ice.
What do you see? If not what is behind her mind?
Her hair covers her by the wind.
Just like the strong protecting the weak
If thou think thou can find,
She will not even let you speak.

Deep into her eyes of darkness,
All adore her light; all your eyes are on her.
Why do you look at that girl? If not her loving kindness?
She looks away once again
Just like hiding those teary eyes
So if thou saw her slow moving tears,
She will disappear along with her fears.

Countless stars she view above, too many eyes watches her below.
Ever wonder how lonely she is? If not the attention she gets?
The girl smiles when she’s all-alone, the eye slowly becomes stone.
Can you hear her screams and cries like she hears yours?
At least take a look into her eyes of sorrow. Has she ever looked at you in the eyes hollowly? She seems to be on a flow.
Drifting along the shadows, is she watching you through the windows?
Everyone knows she’s in existence; she feels she’s been sentence.
What you thought you see in her is what she is not because everything has been taken. The truth reflects in her eyes, words become unspoken.

Once again she looks away,
Leaving her hair covering her sway.
One last unspoken word mutters across her lips,
There is no other way,
She walks while you are stun.
From far apart, all anyone can do is watch her from behind.
So close your eyes and let her go.

“Eyes that lies”

[ . . . ]

Stray Sheep

Once a normal sheep with a flock to blend in,
once had a shepherd to follow.
Needless of what family can give,
in need of what the garden feeds.
Filled with friends, empty of love.
The sheep sets out on an adventure outside the farm.
Upon reaching the dark forest,
the night creatures attacked the helpless sheep.
In order to survive, it did what it had to do.
After the long escape, the sheep returned to its flock,
mouth covered with blood.
“A sheep that has tasted blood eventually becomes a wolf”.
The sheep was forbidden from the farm lands.
It traveled from one place to another, unable to rest nor fit in with others.
Now- walking in the dark shadows,
all alone with no guide.
All alone with regrets.
Abandoned by many it has helped.
Discarded by many it has loved.
The sheep wanders like a stray,
whoever/whatever that can aid it’s sore heart…
It continues to walk the earth leaving its foot prints
all alone with no trace of companionship.

“Baa… sono toki ga honto ni.. modoranai dessho..?”

[ . . . ]

Beyond My Door

Upon reaching my hands to my door knob..
I felt my skin so pale and numb..
I gripped on tightly to my thumb..
What do I wish to see beyond the door?
Nothing but that love one I adore..
The door knob turns, the door sprung open.
A lil sun light shined and melt the coldness I felt before
You were there, stretching out that wide palm of yours,
waiting for me to take in your hand.
The light was bright, the glare made me fright,
You were faceless, but i was fearless
for you who have that special aura I love.
You turned your face away,
you made me race after your sway.
The breeze blew my hair across my eyes,
Before I could see your smile, your lips were kissing mine mildly.
The feeling of doubt beating in my heart,
As my hands couldn’t feel you no more.
Your body became mist,
I cried to make you stay and insist.
The wind that was once calm became violent,
The short moment of joy became silent..
I slapped myself in the cheeks, crying out so loud
to find that it was all dream of trying so hard.
For it was impossible to reach out to that world with him beyond my door.
“I can never step out from this door step with you”
The light reflected some hopes to my door,
and there lay me sitting and waiting for you.
To come and get me for real someday…

[ . . . ]

A No-Title Poem

All there is around me,
All the people sees me,
What makes my presence so known?
It’s not like there is something I own.
For I am so alone.
In the city I walk,
For countless minutes I talk,
To no one by my side.

I’m so lame,
Yet I have the fame,
Still it’s such a shame,
Well, guess it’s just a game.

Walls I leaned on,
Falls somewhere deep in my mind,
Why can’t I stop thinking so much?
About wanting that loving touch.
For I have never had a friend,
Whom I can live till the end.

It’s like something gold,
that it shoudn’t be sold,
Even if it gets old,
Unless I am cold.

As I pass by glasses with my reflections,
I thought I saw myself smiling,
But all I can really see is the other side of someone else’s emotions,
In a table for two, cuddling with one another,
My face and image begins to blur as the smiles of others widens,
they both are having a good time, while I was craving for such lime.

So off I continue to wander in the city that I walk,
For many days I talk,
Only to strengthen my will,
so that someday I’ll get the thrill.

As I pass by more reflections,
Caught in between 2 mirrors,
The one behind me has a crystal clear reflection of me,
still alone for the crowd moves fast and faceless they are.
The mirror reflecting me the future,
is the slow pace of the people,
and my face in distortion.
My future may not exist.

I’m really so lame,
Yet I think I have the fame,
Still it’s really such a shame,
Well, guess it’s just a game.

Lastly — My most enjoyable poem. <^-^>/

[ . . . ]

In The Box

In such a small box,
Tiny bits of frost drips,
To the end of my finger tips,
Such Beauty it holds,
In such a small place,
Yet to be able to feel the ice,
How I wish I could dance under the snow,
What a shame I don’t know,
Of such lovely scenary I miss,
Cold yet Beautiful,
Colorless yet wonderful.
So I carry on starring,
In that box covered with frost,
blocked by a strong hasty mist,
too small for me to fit in,
in that what we call a refridgerator’s freezer. (T_T)

[baa.... Inspired by: My fridge's freezer that is really in need of de-frosting]


Ok, this is all from Ms.Aya who will try her best not to spam the blog with useless and self-absorbing entries!

Desu kara, have a good day! <^w^>/

PS: Please darlings… Don’t claim these poems as yours, ok? It takes a mountain of emotions to craft this poems and you have to be in my shoes to understand them. Be wise, create your own story — Don’t steal from others. <^.^>v