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yamamura sadako

the diary of yamamura sadako
this diary contains spoilers for the Ring /Ringu books  and movies

the w ell . the tape  . the curse d . the ring

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tell your friends [04 Feb 2009|09:36pm]
the bitch is back.
2 will die seven days

everyone will suffer - wait, that's not my line . . . . . [02 May 2007|02:29am]
aw, fuck, now i have to change this layout so it fits 1024x720 resolution.

. . . . . how the hell do i even know 1024x720 resolution even IS?
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my livejournal interests collage [18 Oct 2006|11:03am]
My Interests Collage!Collapse )
Create your own! Originally Written By ga_woo, Hosted and ReWritten by darkman424
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the sun won't reach down here [18 Oct 2006|10:45am]
i know what they're doing with their hammering and banging and cursing. they're covering me up. they're covering me up and i'm projecting my will up these stone walls.

three construction workers have fallen dead. they're starting to talk about how the site is cursed. they don't know what cursed means.

but they will. oh, they will.
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what bitterness grabs hold of me to choke and choke and choke [22 Jul 2006|09:52pm]
i wonder if Toyama has found another girl to fuck.
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wistful [08 Jul 2006|01:24pm]
i should have saved the Sadako colourbar to my own server. it's gone now. *cries*
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strange days [15 Jun 2006|05:43pm]
sometimes i could swear they're building something over me, the sounds of construction are unmistakable. and other times it's so quiet i can hear the wind rustle in the trees. sometimes i could swear that only a few weeks have passed and other times it's like years have gone by. at first i thought i was going mad but now i have the uncanny feeling that somehow, i'm actually slipping through time and it passes back and forth through me. i've got Nirvana's "Something in the Way" in my head but it's 1969 and grunge doesn't even exist.

and i'm living off of grass
and the drippings from the ceiling
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stolen from deaddoloreshaze [29 May 2006|03:53pm]
created with the south park character creator

if i was a character on south park . . . . .Collapse )
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happy deathdays! [23 May 2006|01:33pm]
seven days

santa provided by bunnyhero labs
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continuity [20 May 2006|11:26pm]
NOTE: THIS IS deaddoloreshaze SPEAKING

i don't know if this is bothering anyone else but the whole continuity thing is bothering me. see, Sadako was flung down the well in 1966 and she stayed down there alive for thirty years. Samara died after 7 days, but Sadako died shortly after imprinting her curse on the tape when Tomoko and her friends tried to tape whatever it was they were trying to tape in the cabin built above the well in which Sadako was imprisoned.

so i was going to make 30 years of entries in this journal (not like an entry a day or anything, but mabye about forty or fifty entries spanning the 30 years before the tape was made), and i was going to backdate them to 1966 using the backdate feature, but the furthest back you can date an entry is 1970.

i'm trying to figure out a way to make the whole continuity thing work, but i'm not coming up with anything. bah!

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worried [17 May 2006|11:51pm]
oh fuck i think i have the lice
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the power of the mind [11 May 2006|11:10am]
you know how in the FAQ i said i didn't use a computer, i used the idea of a computer?

well, i was using the idea of dialup internet and it died. which is why i haven't posted.

i've started using the idea of cable internet instead and it's much better and way faster. except i keep getting popups. i can imprint my thoughts on video, i can astrally project myself out of the well, i can live for 30 years down here with no food, but i can't stop popups from appearing on my idea of a computer.

life is hard.
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this fucking sucks [18 Apr 2006|06:48pm]
omg i'm so itchy but i can't scratch because i don't have any fingernails. nothing has ever sucked as much as this.

maybe this will take my mind off it.

sadako is dead
sadako is in fact capable of using her gift to do good as her relationship with toyama unfolds
sadako is a symbol of how war can destroy the best that a culture has to offer
sadako is the well
sadako is a sinister
sadako is an inspiring model of how to live
sadako is meant to possess
sadako is able to complete her task
sadako is back
sadako is special indeed
sadako is like a professional origami folder
sadako is a healthy young runner
sadako is regarded as an evil witch in former films of "ring" series
sadako is haunted by something more sinister than could ever have been imagined
sadako is still heard today
sadako is played by soon to be 21 years old pop star yukie nakama
sadako is amidst rubble

and my favourite of them all:

sadako is crawling out of the large tv i have directly behind me

and this is quite amusing, as well:

<td align="center"> Yamamura Sadako --

A person with a sixth sense for detecting the presence of goblins

'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com</td>
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killing time [15 Apr 2006|08:02pm]
i love poppytongue, she is number two on my list of people not to kill.

she showed me this. is that not brilliant? maybe i can hire myself out as a decoration.

freakin_sweet tagged me to do this, so here goes.

of course, this list, along with this entire journal, has spoilers for the Ring/Ringu books and movies, in case anyone has forgotten.

list 7 weird things about yourselfCollapse )

i tag anyone reading this.

EDIT i just realized i typed in 7 insteas of 6. woooooo.
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day seven [13 Apr 2006|05:45pm]
it's been a week and i'm still alive; i do believe i've gone mad. i scream and rage and curse and fling myself against these stone walls - i hate and i hate.

i float and stare straight up, way up, at the way the sun makes a ring of the crack between the top of the well and the lid. i close my eyes and will myself out of the well, will someone to come save me, will my hate out of this enclosed space. the first two don't seem to work, but my hate - i can feel it grow. the air down here is dense with it.

i will have my revenge.
seven days

day six [12 Apr 2006|12:03pm]
RIP Fingernail Fred. he fell off when i was attempting another escape.

now i have no fingernails. well, i technically do have them. 9 of them are in my pocket. the other is in my stomach. what can i say? i was desperate.
seven days

day five [11 Apr 2006|08:23am]
there is a little light, from where the top of the well is crumbling away.

i tried to climb out today but it didn't work, i kept falling before i even hit the halfway mark. in the process i've torn off 7 of my fingernails and ripped the hem of my dress.

i do not think that this is going to be one of my better days.


these stone well-walls are damp with slime. i tried to climb out again and tore off another 2 nails, now i am down to 1. i have named it Fred. i must take care of him, he's all i have left.

this stagnant water irritates my finger-stubs. if only i could climb to the top, i'm sure i could push off the lid if i made it that far. but i can't even get halfway up before i fall, the stones are so slippery and hard to hang on to. curse whoever made this well! why couldn't i have gotten stuck down a poorly made well, instead of this marvel of architecture? *sarcasm*

i'm so hungry that i've had to resort to licking the slime off the stones. it didn't help.
seven days

day four [10 Apr 2006|01:02pm]
yesterday it rained - wet, biting pellets that stung like cold bullets. there was no shelter from it - i just got wetter and wetter. i screamed for five hours - now my throat is raw. nothing comes out.

today i was floating and i saw that face again, that Ikuma/Nagao hybrid, peering over the top of the well. i tried to scream at him to let me OUT, let me OUT LET ME OUT, but nothing came out when i opened my mouth. not that it would have done any good had i been able to scream. i felt vibrations, and i heard him groaning with the effort of it -

that bastard, he lifted the cover on top of the well.

and he pushed it over, covering it up, covering me up, like a terrible eclipse that scraped and scraped its way across the stone. now no matter how much i scream, no matter how loudly i scream, no one will be able to hear me. now the darkness is absolute.

there is no way out.
seven days

day three [09 Apr 2006|04:49pm]
seven days

day two [08 Apr 2006|08:42pm]
i remember looking up and i saw the sky as though it were a ring. the clouds flew by so fast and then i saw a face and i swear, it was both Ikuma Heihachiro and Nagao Joutarou. and i remembered what happened, in my duality it was two seperate events that merged as one. i remember being raped, strangled and thrown down the well. i remember being hit over the hit and thrown down the well. i remember dying and then coming back and being chased and rejoining by the cliff - i remembered everything.

in all honesty, this is not where i thought that i'd be at nineteen.
seven days

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