my name is yingyu but some people prefer calling me yama-chan or misha. Some people think i'm weird, sacarstic & rude. i'm a person who tends to get irritated easily and to top it off, i have a very bad temper. so don't mess with me.i'm a photoshop expert. i have a weird taste in music, like, i have a weakness for jazzy-music, world/folk/fantasy-like music, pop-rock and ballads. i hate those heavy metal stuffs.
i love video games, especially shin megami tensei games like digital devil saga and persona 2 i love manga as well, like majin tantei nougami neuro, bloody monday, air gear & naruto.
and oh, purple and white rocks my world.
wishlist
'DS 'PSP 'New com 'New phone 'Do better in studies 'Peaceful life 'Be nicer to people (lol) 'Own room 'new headphone 'Photoshop CS4 'Vocaloid 02 :Kagamine 'Vocaloid 02 :Megurine Luka 'Persona 3 'Persona 4 'Raidou vs King Abaddon 'Digital devil saga 'Devil survivor 'Nocturne 'Strange Journey 'Persona 'Rune Factory Frontier 'Harvest moon: Sunshine islands 'Professor Layton & Diabolical box'Play Persona 2 'Harvest moon :Animal parade 'Starry sky in summer 'Starry sky in winter 'new headphones'new wallet 'new pencilcase 'new bag 'd.gray-man artbook 'kuroshitsuji official fanbook
Dad just don't want a divorce. So, in order to do that, I must do everything to keep my brother & mother happy, even though that may affect me greatly, including my studies. My feelings are not considered.
Mum just want to be by herself & only care about brother. She's bias towards him. Whenever he did something wrong, somehow, it will become my fault. Not only that, Mum likes to find faults on me just for fun. Even on small stuffs like desktop wallpaper & my artwork.
Brother can just get anything he wants by shouting & crying. He thinks that everything is his and I must also do everything he wants. If I don't do it, he would just tell mum or dad and I will get scolded, even though I'm innocent.
I really can't be bothered anymore. When I grow up and manage to have some money, I'm just going to move out. I already had enough. What am I? A sacrifice?
Nobody really understand me at all. Or ever consider how I feel. I think my heart is closing up, freezing even more.