
I love cute things, enjoy having female friends, I love Pokemon the anime and especial the manga. I enjoy Tennis, but I'm no good at it! ^^"I'm a proud Otaku! Oh and I am a HUGE Len Kagamine Addict!
Nickname: Jojo or Nastu
Gender: Male
Orientation: Gay
Are You Seme or Uke?: Seme
Interests:
manga, anime, reading books,acounting & Business
What I do for fun:
games, manga, anime, tease freinds, collect and post pics! and hang out with friends
Currently Reading:
Skip Beat! <3 Pokemon Adventure!, tsuabasa reservior chronicles, Natsume's Book of friend, Baby Steps
Currently Watching:
Pokemon BW, Natsume's Book of Friend
Spoiler:
Life, what exactly is that? Is it breathing? Moving? Being Happy? Is it not a game? A game that has a set of rule. The smart ones succeed and the dumb will fail. We are all given a deck of card, and we must use it as strategically as possible, to win this game of life. Not all will succeed because we all have a place in this game some of us use other as stepping stone and others ARE the stepping stones and nothing more. If life was an RPG what would you be? The Paladin? The warrior? The wight Mage?
The song of love and lyrics of agony I've written about them before, but this time I sing the song I fear the most. "The prelude of adulthood", I heard my friends making a wish to grow up, and at one point so did I, and so a fairy granted my wish and in a flash here I am all grown up. * chuckle* Just kidding, I'm still young, but I observe the adults and their fickleness, and boy how selfish can they be. Childish adults, selfish adults, cruel adults who don't understand things. Adults
A Masked man is what I am,
My smile is hidden behind a fake,
So many I have fooled to this day,
but recently my mask as began to break,
so I have become quite scare,
what if other hate who I really am,
that's why I will fix the mask, because that's what I am a Masked man.
If i was a bird i would fly so free to perch from tree to tree
to fly high above is my dream from the age of three,
but a cage has help imprison me from the birth of me
and the shackles of bitter sadness and hatred they always remind me,
"You are a nobody, you are nothing and you will never be"
but I can see my freedom approaching at the age of eighteen.
The shadow man comes and go
he brings smile and laughter as he goes,
you can only see him when the sun is in the sky
but he disappears completely at night and no one knows why,
from place to place from room to room
no one actually though he would leave them so soon,
where ever he goes where ever he was
the shadow man is a really interesting guy.