Im so sorry…. again!! and again… -_-

I haven’t got enough time to write… sorry!

It can’t be true! DIO is dead!

I cried when I saw the news about Ronnie James Dio (Died 16th of May 2010), and I’m even crying while I’m writing this. He was one of my heroes and idols when I was little. And he still is. I wish I could explain how much, how deeply this sorrow goes. I didn’t know him in person, but I knew his music, and it meant so much to me. This feels unreal. He was one of them who saved me when I fell. When I was unable to stand on my own, he and his music where there. Always being my support. I used to listen to his music together with my father. My father started playing DIO in the morning, so I would wake up happy. And even now I often listen to the beautiful music. It’s so much more than music, it’s art. The lyrics are brilliant, they are really one of a kind. I will always listen to songs like Holy Diver, Don’t Talk To Strangers and more…

Rest In Peace, Ronnie James Dio… You and your music have a place in my heart and your name will always be remembered.

There’s a laugh without a tear, a hope without the fear, and now you’re coming home…

-Jenny Marie. (Known as Kiba.)

Thursday with a story…

This story is written by me myself. This is not a true story, and I didn’t have anyone in mind when I wrote this. (yeah right, now I’m bullshitting…) Enjoy and please leave a comment</3

She laughed and threw the pillow at him. He dodged it and smiled the little crooked smile he knew she loved. How could those blue eyes seem so cold, and yet shine so warm? She didn’t knew. They had just watched a movie, and then gone to bed. That night was the first time she kissed him. She remembered it well, her hand on his cheek, and his soft trembling lips under hers.

They were walking, snow under their shoes. His hand so warm around hers. Sometimes he’d let go, because his fingers was stiff, hurting, from holding her hand so long.

The sun made his eyes glow, like the bright sky above them. She memorized his features, his face, the way he walked, the way his lips moved when he spoke, and the way his eyes always found hers. Summer. He was her summer.

He held her, his arms strong around her, not capturing her, but keeping her safe. He breathed in and she breathed out, in the same steady pace. Yes, she did remember all this, and she still does. But she remembers so much more. She remembered his stormy blue eyes. But those was not only the ones she remembered. Deep golden, filled with pride, and the joy of existence.

She looked into the longing blue for a short, cold moment. The pain ate her from the inside, and ripped her chest open, and crawled out in daylight. And when the daylight died, left he her, shattered on the floor.

She sat on the wet ground. Months later, searching for the light that left her, but she drowned. Not able to hold her breath or even hold herself together. She was way beyond repair.

A half year after was when she was done crying, even though she still could hear the echoes of her screams. She lay on the floor, with her face turned down. Then she remembered. Those golden eyes.

you’re just a friend to me, he said. But as she stared into the deeps of his golden eyes, she found what she had lost. She found her heart, with almost every missing piece.

Maybe, and only maybe she would be able to heal her heart. Or lose it to those golden eyes. if she haven’t already done so.

-Kiba.

todays update!

I have nothing to write about. Only my existence! yehoo. Well, I’ll write tomorrow, and hopefully I’ll have something funny for you then.

-Kiba.

(I’ll b blogging every Saturday and Thursday, so “tune” in!)

gift to a friend…

I want to give a friend of mine a birthday present. But what? She doesn’t want anything. Oh God I need help.

Please leave a comment…..

-Kiba.

Alternative Clothes! :D

I love alternative style, and to be myself. I like to dress different from others. So, I thought of making a list of my favorite alternative clothing brands. (If you can call them brands…) You can find all these brands by visiting the side of : http://www.attitudeclothing.co.uk/So, here is the list of awesomeness:

  • Hellbunny
  • Poizen Industries
  • Bleeding Star clothing
  • cupcake cult
  • glamour kills
  • darkside
  • love & hate

    And many more<3 pay them a visit and see for yourself!!
    -Kiba šŸ˜€

hair…..loads of hair….spray!

People have been asking me how I do my hair, so this is for them: How I do my hair! šŸ˜€

Things you need:

Loads of hairspray
paste
and a straight iron:P

First of all, I straighten my hair. Then I apply a small amount of paste. Then I turn my head upside down, and spray with the hairspray. I use Clynol hairspray. Its awesome, but it doesn’t smell so good. It smells like nail polish remover or something. When I’m finished with the spray does my hair look like a road kill. Then I brush it down again, with my fingers. So, then I’m done:PĀ  And, for those out there who doesn’t know what my hair looks like: -Kiba.

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