Interests?
Anime/Manga
Music
Reading more than writing
The meaning of the universe. Serious.
Watch me gush over
(So I'm shallow. At least I'm honest.) ~Dias Flac~
Talk about the big hair. He has the big sword. No wait, he has the big hair too. And he seems to have no problem handling either. XD ~Aya~
Deny that he's the pimp. Deny it.
~Ryousuke~
Kyaa, Ryousuke-sama~a! ~Kakashi-sensei~
You know, I still maintain that he's not really fruity? Ayame
Because anyone that comfortable with his own sexuality has to be.. admired. ~Euphie~
My instrument. My /musical/ instrument. Only it's not mine anymore, and I'm saaad, but I still love it.
Resolutions?
1)I did learn some html. Really.
2)To get my mind out of the gutter.
Worships
Koyapi. Otherwise known as Koyasu Takehito, with the teeth of god and the one who sang Sennichite and did Aya. And Dias (SeishirouTougaRyousuketonameafew). And Sakano, just to name somemore.
Indebted to Kaori. Because she did the layout for this blog, and did a mighty fine job of it, too.
And so I'm home, after having battled loud! crowds, crowded! buses, and having almost been knocked down twice. The last of those due to irritation and a tendency to walk like motorists observe traffic rules when I'm irritated. (It never fails to amaze me how people can be, you know, so utterly lacking in intelligence up there. You can, if you want to, stand in the way of the outcoming crowd in the MRT and possibly get yourself mauled by them. You can, if you want to, stand a tad closer to the electric rails than is advised and commonly accepted to be safe. But, you know, when you stand on the stairs of the double decker bus, demonstrating your ignorance of the sign that clearly tells you not to- it becomes my business. Because I'd just hate it if the bus toppled over and I was in it. Or maybe I'm just paranoid about buses that way.)
Anyway. To placate myself I paid a visit to the manga stores. The old shop was actually open today, as it almost never is when I have the time to visit. I walked in, and would have got Basara for myself, but the copies the shop had were torn and tattered and I told myself I'd get them another day from the new shop. So I picked some manga at random from the shelves and bought that instead, because I'd feel bad if I walked in and poked around and didn't buy anything.
(The publisher, by the way, is one I've had some experience with. It normally publishes manga of the yaoi persuasion, and, er, well, is /sometimes/ explicit.) There was a picture of pretty boys hugging on the cover, which was why I bought it. In retrospect, I suppose I should have read the blurb and the title before doing so.
See, the shopkeeper gave me this /look/, which was something like what I gave my sister when she was dancing around the living room smiling like an idiot and telling me that "Inuyasha has a big sword". I thought, well, who's he to be giving me this look, when he's the one who stocks the manga in the first place?
Er, so I came home and washed my face and sat down for a while and flipped through the manga, and boy, would I ever have given me that look. Note to self: /Think/ before you do things, sometimes.
*coughs* Other than that, my econs lecturer threatened to send me to Kathmandu today. Me and the entire lecture hall, if we were going to talk so much. The other lecturer talked about Pavlov to calm us down. Me, I love econs. Don't you?
Tuesday, March 19, 2002
05:28 p.m.
Anyway, I've posted this before, but I shall do it again. I worship the doujinka who did this.
"It's been nine years, Akagizukamori.."
Tuesday, March 19, 2002
05:28 p.m.
Tuesday, March 19, 2002
02:13 p.m.
And anyway, blogging from school because I have time to burn. (For once.) And ignoring the pile of overdue homework, and stuff.
Chinese class is starting to get really interesting for me. I had thought, originally, that with most of the people gone (after they are exempted by their o level results) it would be a rather small and boring class, but things happen. The teacher has time to tell more stories, now, since we're doing proverbs and such, which often have stories behind them that make the proverb much easier to understand. I think I've enjoyed myself more in these few weeks of Chinese than I have in all the rest of my schooling.
One interesting thing is that ancient Chinese is linked to Japanese, and so very often when my teacher explains something, she talks about its equivalent in Japanese, to explain how the word used to be. One example is Green, or "Qing". The word in old Chinese could also be used to refer to the color blue, which is reflected in Japanese- the kanji for blue is the character for green in Chinese.
Anyway, I'm out of time to burn and I really should get going before I'm really late and people kill me.
Sunday, March 17, 2002
09:45 p.m.
But, you know, on the DN Angel metaphor subject, I can think of another one, quite cheerfully. The sun and the sea. Because they always make the sun red and the sea blue in those old oriental bits of art (laquerscreenstableschairs, pottery, embroidery etc etc), don't they? And because water is ice, melted.
And also because, you see, every night the sun- a glowing crimson ball of flame- sinks lovingly into the welcoming sea.
I could make further commentary about the nature of uh, global warming and such, but I suspect that what I have written already is liable to get me whacked. So, er, sore ja!
Heh. This is amusing, given that T3 minna-tachi were thinking about getting drunk together after our As next year, when we're "of age". Er. Well. Thing is, I already know that if I do get drunk, I'll be very drunk. Why on earth do I need a bunch of machinery and pixels to tell me that I'm a very drunk drunk?
I'm sorry. What does it say about me that when I read a description of someone's scent- "he smelled of damp earth and green plants", or something to that effect, I don't think "this is his scent, I like it", but rather ew, yuck, mold-when did you last bathe?
..nevermind. I wouldn't have smelt anything, in any case, because of the blocked nose I have.
(The following is frustrated fiction rant, so if you're not interested in Initial D, or listening to me yabber- well, uh, skip it.)
Writing Initial D fanfiction now. (you guys saw that coming, didn't ya? Given that I've been trying to get people to at least watch the series..) No, it's not good fanfiction. And no, it probably won't get posted. But I'm having the hardest time characterising Ryousuke. Sadly, much as he /is/ my favourite character in Ini D, I have come to the conclusion that he does not exist. Not his personality, because that I can grok. Well, roughly. And not very well, I admit. Just.. his situation. Where are his parents, for example? How did he get interested in illegal (at least, since I assume it's not very lawful to go tearing about roads at beyond the street limit late at night) streetracing in the first place? I mean, streetracing would be one of the last things I'd have expected him to be interested in, had it been another manga he were a character in.
And in one hand he goes all tender and "mata ou", but on the other he gets calculating and enigmatic and, well, frustrating. The true meaning behind Project D? You'll understand someday, old friend. Then there's his brother. Who obviously used to worship him to bits, but lately has been getting more.. independent. That's in the manga, at least. In the anime he just seemed to be mellowing out.
Then there's the (in my opinion) inconsistent characterisation of Ryousuke. It's not as obvious in the anime, because it does have better pacing than the manga- but the Ryousuke you see in the beginning volumes "I'll use my FC to take revenge" (after the first race) or "they're all rubbish!" (on the Akina Speedstars) isn't really the Ryousuke at the end of, say, his battle with Takumi. Who is just cool.
Maybe also because the mangaka seems to love Ryousuke. He seems to get more and more impressive with each chapter that unfolds. The number of people praising him and awed by his "charisma" as well.
The obvious solution to the "inconsistent characterisation" problem above would be, of course, that he, like the other characters, /grew/ in the course of the series. So my problem would then be, that I can't see him growing. I see him as perfect, with almost no flaws- and that which is perfect cannot improve, can it? Or something. So I should attempt to humanise Ryousuke (in my mind) so that I can write him properly. Look for his little flaws. Yet, what flaws?
Me, uh, frustrated.
Sunday, March 17, 2002
08:33 a.m.
Oops, wrong. The SMS I mentioned before were meant to warn the person about to experience the PMS, not the friends and family. Still, I find it weird. Do they think we can't count?
Last day of holidays. Wheee undone homework!
Saturday, March 16, 2002
09:32 a.m.
They're now offering SMS services for PMS. As in, you tell them when you get your monthly bout of blood and pain, and when it draws near your family and friends get SMS-es warning them!
o.O;;;;
Thursday, March 14, 2002
07:16 p.m.
Happy White Day, to those to which it counts!
And I finished FFX. Well, not some- or most of the side quests yet, but then my mom was starting to get really irritated by the copious amounts of time I was spending in front of the tv, and anyway I have to finish it soon, or Alex and Meia'd kill me.
I cried at the ending. Bawled, practically. Good thing I was mostly alone in the house, although my mom was doing housework somewhere. And I'd seen the ending once already. Square.. fine, I admit it, you own my soul. Satisfied? I'll probably blog more about the game later; my brain is too saturated right now to think properly.
(I would say that my brain is floating in a sea of sparkles, but given the significance of a "sea of sparkles" in the game- remember the lake? And Yuna crying, and Tidus holding her? Then the fall into the water? *coughs* Well. The really scary thing about that was the scene later of Kimahri, watching. I mean, he knew what they were doing. And he's Yuna's guardian. Almost her dad.)
Anyway. Also watched ep 16 of Star Ocean- Ashton, what on earth did they do to you? I mean, you were klutzy and had really bad luck, but you weren't helpless without the dragons. And Claude, someone out there really likes you. Rena too. Which might have been a good thing, but really, I don't see any reason why you're as.. competent as that. >_>;;; Dias kicked your ass, dude. Or was supposed to.
Wonder when manga Star Ocean 6 in Chinese will come out. If it's still not in next month, I think I'll get it in Japanese, even if I can't read that with any fluency.
Oh well. And here are tests, to join the bandwagon.
You are Sylvia Plath
No matter how much you struggle, you can't manage to shake off depression. You use symbolism to express yourself and have a knack for getting the most out of gas ovens.
Paste this onto your LiveJournals or webpages and spread the name of your poet!
You are e.e. cummings
Your use of the English language is not bound to any grammatical or even logical standards. You live your life with rhythym and passion and find yourself constantly searching for meaning by traveling or in new relationships.
Paste this onto your LiveJournals or webpages and spread the name of your poet!
More tests and social blogging later, since I am expected to go do something now.
...and blog is a new word, isn't it? Blog, blogs, bloggage, blogging, blogger- anything else? *scampers*
Tuesday, March 12, 2002
02:09 p.m.
And the playstation's just there, cooling.
It didn't blow up, or anything, but I played so long that I was afraid it would. (he adaptor, if not the playstation itself.) FFX! My parents aren't very happy that I borrowed a console from a friend- or more accurately, they don't seem to like the fact that I'm spending my hols plopped in front of the tv blankly pressing buttons, but it's my hols. Time enough for constructive, improving activities when I finish FFX.
Although they didn't exactly say anything about the improving, constructive part.
About FFX: I'm in Gagazet now. Seymour irritating. Ronso slash disturbing. I do not want to see Kimahri angst, but somehow I can see lots of Kimahri angst. Worse, when he angsts in my head the words he uses can be twisted into really wrong things, and that's just scary. I can see Tidus angst too, which is better. I keep wanting to give Tidus big puppy hugs.
More than that, I want to get back to the game. Which I shall, if the adaptor has cooled down sufficiently. And that, as they say, is that.
Saturday, March 9, 2002
11:28 a.m.
Oh yeah, and before I forget?
Just read "Destination. Void" by Frank Herbert. First book I've ever read that has no plot, no story. To cut a long ramble short; it's basically a dissertation about conciousness and nothing more. Darned if I get it, though.
Saturday, March 9, 2002
10:34 a.m.
Am blogging from computer club now. (Why I'm here I really don't know, because compared to the people here my skills are really pathetic, but anyway it's all really fun and you learn Stuff here, so.)
/Anyway/. Learning to use flash. I can't really write code yet, but I was playing around with stuff and I get.. bouncing balls! Bouncing in all directions, top and bottom, in and out. Yes, I was laughing when the nice person who wrote the code for the club members to learn from put it on my terminal. Yes, the people around me (Alex-neechama, Kaori, Kai) did get what I was laughing at. And yes, they did try to smack me.
They failed. I now have horned balls bouncing on my screen. Laughing horned, spiky balls. *amused* But Kaori has the boss with Sei-chan sunglasses (pink, too!) bouncing on her screen, so I think that I'm really not /that/ bad.
And Alexandra-neechama also brought FFX and the PS2 to lend me, so I expect that when I get home I will immerse myself in a state of semi concious gaming. Because, I mean, FFX!
Also have new manga to amuse me, and the hols are starting, so all's good. All's very good. ^_______________________^ Life is good. Very good.
(Then after this there will be a very high chance that an organ =P or something will come crashing out of the sky and I will be laid up comatose or something really Bad will happen and I'll be all sad, but anyway.)
I love computer club. So many yaoi fangirls all around me. It's almost like coming home again. =P
Now, tests..
Cor blimey, I taste like Tea.
I am a subtle flavour, quiet and polite, gentle, almost ambient. My presence in crowds will often go unnoticed. Best not to spill me on your clothes though, I can leave a nasty stain. What Flavour Are You?
...strangely appropriate, given the title of this blog? I don't understand the next one, though. He's not a person I ever thought that I was like, but since I took it three times and got him for all three.. *shrugs*
You're Aoki Seiichirou! You are one of a dying breed... a true gentleman (or gentlewoman, as the case may be). You tend to be a little disorganized and scatterbrained, but your heart is always in the right place. While you aren’t always the one who gets the most attention, you are sweet, dependable, and extremely loyal to your loved ones. Your family and friends are very important to you, and you will go to any length to protect them. Which Dragon of Heaven are you? Quiz by Kerianne
And as for this, ow.
People were hung in various positions from you, sometimes with weights, stretching and dislocating limbs. Sometimes they were left to starve or succumb to the elements. All in all, you're a pretty forgiving person, provided they don't -really- get you angry.
And now people want to play bridge, so wheeeeeee~!
Thursday, March 7, 2002
08:51 p.m.
When fangirls get together, we come up with scary theories involving aeon pregnancy, horns, and looking up at the sky reproving god at exactly the right time. (Bahamut. The wheel. And the Yojimbo figurine that I saw at CC, in which I /swear/ he/she was pregnant. It's got a waist! And.. a big belly! And, if you look carefully, it wears armour over its chest which bulges out rather suspiciously.. Bahamut. And an attack called Holy Terrors!) Cookie to anyone who guesses. Really. I was tempted to tell the other person in my class who likes FF about it, but I was afraid that it would scar him for life. He's a nice person. It wouldn't be good to do that.
Anyway, other than that, am finishing homework and re-reading Naruto, the latter of which has resulted only in me rehashing the fine art of the fangirl squeal. "You pa~assed. *heartmark*"
If I had a teacher like that.. *coughs* I do like my current teachers. They're nice, even if I can't understand them.
..Dad blasting classical music now and yelling at me to stop. Grar.
Tuesday, March 5, 2002
08:18 p.m.
Today my sister opened her eyes, looked at the shelves in our room where I keep manga, and went "Wow, you must have spent almost fifty dollars on all of that!"
This after she made me buy Inuyasha for her. A measly three volumes, which cost all of, oh, twenty-four dollars? I think she's going to fail maths.
Anyway. Went to my clan association over the weekend for some ceremony. They've modernised, apparently- we have a whole building, which however small, still counts as a building- with carpark, lift, all. And probably, being able to put the ancestral tablets in an air-conditioned, third floor room in a private building is a step up from how things were before.
Air-conditioning and incense, however, DO NOT MIX. Especially if everyone in the room gets at least one stick of it. And if we have to stand in the room while various people pour wine into a tub. How does the smoke get up to heaven, anyway, if it's circulated and its more solid particles are trapped in filters?
Bad case of modernisation gone wrong. Oh well.
I guess I'll talk about manga now. A few weeks ago, a friend lent me the first three volumes of a supposed shounen-ai series called "The Emperor's Gospel", by Mitomo Togawa. The art's not particularly spetacular, but the plot is very good. The characters, now.. I like the seme hero, who has style and strength of character, but the uke very unfortunately reminds me of a mary sue. Whining. Angsting over every littlest thing so that there can be pretty scenes of silver hair and troubled, beautiful eyes. Gaining the love and admiration/respect of the surrounding people. Being impossibly gentle and pure.
The last straw, though, came when the character angsts about his masculinity- as in, "Why? If only I were a girl, at least I could.." >_>;; People who identify more with the other sex are one thing, but in this case.. testosterone, boy. Or, more accurately, /spine/. Something that I like to believe has very little to do with gender.
I'm being mean to the character, yes. Only he really does strike me possessing all of the above qualities.
Apart from the above series, I've also started reading Naruto. I like it. So far though (through the eight volumes I read) it's very typical shounen manga. It's very easy to stereotype the characters into various moulds- there's the brash, naive, hotheaded but ultimately good hero, the cool, accomplished antagonist, and the obligatory female heroine. (Why obligatory and not, say, a main character in herself? Because the manga is a little chauvinist, and most of what she seems to do is stay on the sidelines and watch the others fight. Even when she does get to fight.. gah.)
But Naruto is also the manga with non-fruity characters that, though male, fooled me into thinking that they were female until corrected. Correspondingly, it is also horribly slashable. The first volume alone!
I think that of all the characters I've seen so far, I like Kakashi-sensei best. He may on occasion use heartmarks in his speech, but he's not fruity, really! He's sadistic, a little lazy, and the type of teacher that you both love and hate- if you meet his standards.
That's all I have to say about Naruto, I think.
I received a very disturbing search engine hit sometime ago, which was something to the tune of "hentai tentacles only". How does one make something hentai with only tentacles? I'm asking, but I don't think I really want to know. And why do I keep getting hits for tentacle porn? Or Hana Yori Dango fiction? Bad search engine. Bad!
Friday, March 1, 2002
06:56 a.m.
O level results were out yesterday.
Please hold for a moment as I entertain you by spilling out streams of nonsensical one-syllable words.
Gah! Gwah! Gwok gwok! Bah! Humbug!
..wait, the last wasn't a one-syllable word. Anyway. I did.. okay, I guess. I like my results. Sort of. I don't dislike them. Only thing is, I have this nigging little suspicion that someone out there went in and screwed everything up. Because I got a distinction for literature. See, I fudged all the essays. I wrote them, I should know. There was one particular essay question (out of four which make up the entire exam) which I didn't even complete the /first/ part of. And before anyone rags me for complaining I got a distinction for lit, I'd like to mention that I didn't, for additional math. Which was something I studied my lungs out for (yeah, lungs have relatively little to do with math, which shows you how much math I did do..) did well in the /difficult/ prelims for, and basically placed a lot of confidence in.
I'd appeal to review those subjects- I'd like to review all of them, because if they got one grade wrong, they could get all of them wrong! But I can't, as you need a difference of two levels before they even think of looking at it. >_> And they charge ridiculous prices anyway.
So what am I better at? Humanities or Sciences? Should I even be doing double math now? Should I switch? Gah. World, if you decide to give me an answer, give me a definite one. Not a vague maybe.
But I did get to read Hanakimi 14 (a volume I think you'd probably love..) and I have Yami no Matsuei 11 with me now. Umeda-sense~iiiii! *other insensible fangirl sounds cut off for sanity's sake*
Uh, yeah. JC registration. *scampers off*
Wednesday, February 27, 2002
08:43 p.m.
Cross-country today.
(Why do they call it 'cross-country'? One small park, 3.2km or thereabouts for a run, isn't enough to qualify for 'across the country', even one as small as ours.)
Come to think of it, the word 'small' is pretty ambiguous, too. It's never been small to me, I'm used to it. The rest of the world's just /big/, that's all. Not as if the word small carries the weight of measurements with it, too- it's relative.
Feeling philosophical today, I am. Or just spaced out, with the vague feeling somewhere in the void that I call my mind that I just wasted the entire afternoon on.. nothing.
Or maybe not nothing. Went home with Kai and another friend I hadn't really sat down and /talked/ to for ages. And you know what she told me? She told me that I was starting to remind her of Meia. Not the first time that's happened to me, either. (The other time was someone who thought we were starting to look alike when I put my hair down.)
Meia? Help. I'm being assimilated.
I also met up with Alex-neechama and Kaori, and the usual ensued. To put the actual contents of our discussions down in writing is beyond me, with my mind as spaced out as it is now, but suffice it to say it started as innocent as we get, and culminated with us discussing Dias in sailorfuku and Ashton pulling skirts. *cough* Okay, someone's skirt. And Aya and Youji sitting on Ken to keep him restrained as he screamed bloody murder and Omi did Unspeakable things to him.
Ignorance used to be bliss. I think. ^^;;;;; Only thought in my mind now is "Lalli-ho~o.."
Monday, February 25, 2002
08:22 p.m.
Hah! Well, I had Phys Ed today, too, where we changed into our PE attire, rushed all the way to the PE block so as not to be late and incur the wrath (and possible punishment) of the PE Teacher. Then we spent twenty minutes (we /were/ late. so was she.) listening to the principles of training. No physical activity at all, unless you count my teacher raising her voice at the people who kept falling asleep.
Ah, physical education.
Anyway, been reading Sandman. The particular volume I looked at happened to open with a scene of it raining on Morpheus, in the Dreaming.
Me: Oh, look. Nice art! This is a wet dream!
Me: ...wet dream.
Me: Did I need to know that?
It amused me for a while, though.
Sunday, February 24, 2002
11:22 a.m.
Chagrin is what you feel when you walk into the lift at the end of a really long day, watch as the doors close, then wonder why the ventilation's suddenly gone off.
And seeing as that's actually happened to me not once, but /several/ times over the course of this week, I think it's time I get a new brain.
Lots of things to blog, but where do I start? Hmm. Maybe with Trigun, because Vash is just.. the amalgation of almost every single character whether cool and angstily serious or fruitily gay that Koyapi has ever voiced! (Prior to watching Trigun, I created an original character on the Koyapi premise, see, and was having fun writing stuff and working out characterisation, etc, etc. After watching Trigun, it occurred to me that I was writing about.. Vash! Darn.) Although I like Vash for his own sake, too. How could I not, after that scene with the gunsmith, where they're hugging on the floor and Vash is just squirming and screaming in his fruit voice and the girls walk past and Meryl tells Milly to ignore him?
..sorry. I liked that scene a bit too much to fail to blog about it. It's like the time when Hannagata gets thrown up into the air by the Saber Marrionettes for being a pervert to their master, while still in pajamas- nightgown!, where upon he takes a leisurely moment to look at the sunrise and think to himself, what a fine~e day it's going to be today!
I never finished SMJ. I've only got the oavs, but it. Scares. Me.
Anyway. Trigun. It's the only series which can boast an ending song which is the most painful thing I've ever heard- which is coincidentally one of my favorite songs now, just because it's so Vash. I can remember parts of the lyrics, too, which is unusual for me. And I can roughly grasp their meaning. Blu~e sky~y..
I maintain that the pacing is weird. And that Milly and Meryl are Mary Sues. While Legato is freaky but strangely likeable. Knives, however, is one big selfish man. But my thoughts on the ending are that I cannot believe everything was building up to.. that!
And that is all, for Trigun. Did I mention, though, that when I was watching it, my sister learnt to say "rabu and piisu~!" (she thinks of Vash as the rabu-guy) and my dad managed to ask me why would I want to watch a show about a guy in a red dress?
*coughs* Anyway. Have also discovered Sandman. Gaiman is.. if not god, something very close to it, yet more human than any human alive and almost infinitely wise. (which may or may not show that I've completely failed to catch any of the messages and symbolism embedded in the series, but hey, I still think that he hangs the moon. And the biographies at the back made me laugh.)
Ep. Lunchtime, and no homework done yet. Have to go. But some social blogging..
Eva-san, I've always known that you have a dirty mind. =P They were pushing down? ^________________________^ Did they go, "Harder!" "No, it hurts!" "Not there, here!" or anything like that? XD XD XD
Too late. But it was amusing too, you have to admit. In a very disturbing sort of way.
Tuesday, February 19, 2002
09:24 a.m.
Ewwwww. I am sooooo not Jesus. All I are is a mock-savior, a wannabe-Jesus. I don't even know why I bothered taking this test. I am quite possibly a homosexual... or Jewish.
Take the What Jesus Would You Be? Quiz
*amused*
That, I suppose, would explain why I finally got taken down by the silly ole flu bug. Wait, maybe not so silly. But why a washing machine is supposed to represent "not Jesus" floors me.
I'm staying at home today, because I'm sick. Yeah, went to doctor, got my cert and meds and all. Which is probably the only way my parents would let me stay home, them being them. Would have stayed at home yesterday too, but there was the super killer double-weight!math test, as well as physics practical, which I being doofus and clumsy and all, cannot afford to miss.
I finished the math test, by the way- although I didn't manage to finish the practical. Copper weights kept looking like earrings to me in my befuddled state. Funny thing is, I only have one earhole now that the one I took the earring out of and never put it back in closed up. (makes for interesting looks when you talk to random people about the conception that only wearing an earring on the left ear meaning that you're gay!) And I broke a beaker. *woozywoozy*
I like my meds. Oh yes I do.
Wednesday, February 13, 2002
08:52 p.m.
Did I say I was full? I think I lied.
Because I'm very full.
Heh. Well, seriously, the past two days have been just eating and eating, and recovering from eating, and then eating somemore. My family doesn't really go visiting, unlike other people- we tend to gather at our grandparents' homes and stuff ourselves silly.
So Tuesday I visited my maternal grandparents' home, wherephon my grandma and various aunts proceeded to stuff all of us full with food. Mm, food. We had meesuah, otherwise known as longevity noodles, with chicken and spring onions and fried onions and veggies and wonderful, wonderful soup, and we had prawn fritters and fried chicken, then my grandma, who wasn't allowed to cook as much as she usually does because my aunts and uncles and parents thought she'd tire herself out- insisted on ordering pizza "for the children". So we had pizza. After that came the snacks, where we all sat down and proceeded to stuff ourselves silly on pineapple everything, chips, sweets, biscuits and chocolates- then my grandmother announced the curry! (something of her speciality, together with the prawn fritters) During which we also had fish, chicken, duck, veggies, and oh, too many things to list.
...the reason why I wrote it all down? I'm trying to rehash how much I ate, what I ate, and how I ate it all. Still can't figure out the "how I ate it all" part. Wednesday (which is also today) was much the same, only I'm not as close to my paternal family as I am to my maternal one, so even though my cousins on that side are much closer to my age, I feel much less comfortable with them. Weird, I know.
Otherwise, watched anime! *sparklesparkle* Namely, the first part of that new RK thing (the shop didn't have the second) and the rest of Trigun, which has languished woefully neglected in my possession for ages.. ^^;;;
First, the RK thing- broody. Brooding. Dark. Angst-angst-angst-death-is-coming-angst- as well as what on earth is going on? I've read only the beginning and the end parts of the manga, and watched only a few eps of the anime- although I worship the OAVs. This new thing is done in much the same style as the OAVs were, and I loved the animation. Watching formerly hyper-genki parts done dark-style was also.. interesting. Did I see Gainax there in the credits? I'm not sure, but it would explain quite a few things if it was.
And Trigun.. has really mashed up pacing. Like butter spread too thin at the beginning and laid on too thick at the back. But I also love Vash's voice. Onosaka Masaya, who did Kerberos, Dark Mousy.. and Takeo. (If you know who Koyasu Takehito played in Mahou Tsukai Tai!, you'll know why I'm grinning from ear to ear.)
More Trigun musings, especially on Meryl and Milly, but my sister wants me to stop now, so I have to hurry up and finish blogging. >.>
Eva-san, Sarah-san, I have stuff to reply to you but I have to get off now so I'll reply another time.. ^^;;;;;;
Sunday, February 10, 2002
10:23 a.m.
Wrestling! Up close and.. *coughs* Wrestlers use oil to make their bodies shine under lights too, deshou? Slick. Just slick. ^______^ Unfortunately, they don't have that as an eca at my school, though my friend in judo says that the boys' tops come off all the time when they're trying to throw each other. And that they don't care. Much. *coughs some more* I still want to go to a waterpolo match, though.
Must. Stop. Brain.
On the other hand, Your entry on Fuuma!Dias and X has me bouncing up and down on my seat. And I will never be able to look at their fightmanga 5 with the same eyes again. Dias in fuumaglasses looking at Claude with that /way/ of his is probably as "come hither" as Dias gets while still being Dias.. *bounces up and down in chair*
On the other hand, I was also thinking that Dias might also be compared to Gravitation's Yuki. So Claude would be a very disgruntled Shuuichi? =P
Had Chinese New Year dinner with my paternal grandmother and my Uncle's family at some restaurant last night. Have another dinner, this time with my mother's family, tonight. Yay jellyfish salad, suckling pig and sharksfin. And come Chinese New Year there'll be yet more food, not counting the stacks of generic biscuits and pastries and pineapple roll/tart/crisps that are already downstairs. Normally, I like this. Today, I'm just really FULL.
Otherwise, my sister has been reading Inuyasha and is now quoting it at me. In Chinese. (Which is funny, because, if you take away the generation name, my sister's name /is/ Kagome's name.)
Wheeeee~e
Saturday, February 9, 2002
11:32 a.m.
Brain dead. But still blogging!
I joined computer club, which is quite fun- today we learned to do a bit of flash, and although I'm still not quite sure of most of the stuff, well, flash! (flash, flasher, flashier! XD)
Thing really is, I quit band.
I can't say why I quit. I did think about it for a long time- and it wasn't the easiest decision I've made. Just that I wasn't enjoying band practices anymore, and with the kind of schedule JC offers I didn't think I'd be able to improve in the next two years or so. In short, I lost interest and motivation.
The hardest part of it was cutting off my source for an instrument- because Euphoniums, those that are worth buying, are expensive. I suppose my parents would buy me one if I asked them hard enough, but I have reservations about that too, such as "what if I lose interest?", "what if I don't have time to practise?" and "can we really afford it right now?". My parents probably could, I think, but with this recession it would probably be a really jerk thing to do, to ask them to spend so much money.
Ah well.
Wednesday, February 6, 2002
09:10 p.m.
I shouldn't blog when I'm irritated, I know. But then again there's no real rationale for me to keep my feelings in check and not blog just because it feels a lot like I'm taking my personal shit (if you will excuse the term, but that's what I feel best describes what I mean) and throwing it at people who probably haven't done anything to deserve it. Is there?
I don't know. Perhaps I shouldn't try to /think/ when I'm irritated.
*sighs* I had a reasonably good day today, too. Just that when I came out of the shower, my dad stopped me and told me to clear up my computer files NOW or he'd delete them. My files take up less than 3 gigs of space- considerably less, I'd say. There's over 13 gigs free on this machine. Which Will Remain Unused, He says. For performance. >.>
The number of times this machine has crashed that I can remember: 0. Admittedly, there must have been some number of times where it crashed, but it's a relatively good, stable machine. Reliable would be the word. It's also old for its kind. Over five years old, I believe? Might even be six. (as a sidenote, the internet line isn't even a year old and it spasms like a rabid yoyo on crack) Pentium 2, blahblahblah. Budget computer.
So dad, when you say you want performance, I say upgrade. And let me keep my stuff, at least. >.>
Oh well. Now that the relieving of tension is over, I bring.. stuff. Such as my sudden resolution to go to the first waterpolo match for guys that I can find admission to, because of what a friend told me today. "I have a friend in waterpolo, and he said that waterpolo matches are mostly just guys pulling down swim trunks and grabbing at balls."
Me:...
Me after a while: So, how do they practise?
Friend: (utterly serious) They don't, I think. It's more of something spontaneous.
Me: Ah. (Dying of silent laughter.)
I was probably more amused by this than I should be, although I was also told that it's hard to see anything because it's all underwater, and if I /do/ go to a match and see something, I'd.. I dunno, run away and never face the players again?
Somebody point me to a manga on waterpolo. Please.
*coughs* Other than that, I cleared my email today! (Replies.. sometime. ^^;;;;;) Now, check other blogs. Then study for econs test! I have /so/ got my priorities straight.
Tuesday, February 5, 2002
06:01 p.m.
I wanted to make random commentary about certain books of manga I got on Sunday, but I unfortunately appear to have lent them out. I still have eva7, though, so have a scan. Coincidentally, it was thanks to eva7 that I discovered more interesting things about my class.
See, I got to Chinese class early on one of the days with double breaks (fine, the only day on which I have a double break) because I usually eat lunch on the first break, regardless of how early it is. So most of my class was down in the canteen and the room was empty except for the nice cleaning lady and another classmate- a perfect opportunity to read manga in peace! (I thought.)
*coughs* As these times are liable to go, while I was reading, my Chinese teacher walked in, followed by the rest of my class. Altough my family is entirely Chinese, I'm abysmal at writing or reading or speaking anything in the language, so I guess my teacher was somewhat surprised to see me reading something in Chinese. Or she might be one of those people who think manga is for kids. In any case, she asked to see the book I was reading- so I let her.
She asked what it was about, so I told her it was about humanity and stuff. She said, oh, one of those philosophical things. I nodded. Also agreed to lend her the books during the March hols. Wonder what she'll think of the dancing evas! (Otherwise known to me as the ballet episode, and my favorite part of eva, chiefly because of its sheer.. surreality. It's also the ep that got me hooked on eva in the first place.)
Other than that, there are other people in my class who read Evangelion! (That's new, cos I thought that there were only two other people in my class who read manga, and one of them tends to be secretive about it.) And one guy who plays ffx as well.
..damned modem cut off while uploading stuff. Bad modem. Bad.
Chinese test tommorrow. Broke my hand practising writing the characters last night, but I still have one chapter to go.. some of my classmates told me that they weren't going to study for it at all, which makes me really jealous. But hey, they're much better at most things than me, so they get to.
Actually thinking about chinese, though, (or actually thinking about /anything/) does have the habit of turning up new things to ponder. One of which is the tendency of Japanese (and English-speaking, in some cases) fandoms to label certain pairings by an amalgation of characters from each member's name. Chinese and Japanese are rather similar, or so I hear, in structure, and I thought that what I learnt in Chinese might be applicable to Japanese.
Chinese phrases are mostly formed out of interchangeable words, and often I find when I take apart two phrases and put their characters together to form a new phrase, it makes sense. (Yes, took me ten years of Chinese to make that connection, I know) ..So I was wondering if that's the basis of the character-pairing amalgation thing. Japanese speakers? Kaori?
And yes, that means I also have to go offline soon and memorise more chinese characters, but before I go, I rip apart some search engine hits (don't we love doing that? XD)
Anyway.
Heero relena lemon ...Not me, I'm afraid to. *coughs* Nothing here, I mean. Legolas and gimli shounen Missed out the "ai", just to be a nitpicky soul. And I'm not sure (since my set is with another friend again), but I think that they're both pretty old by human standards. Both rather long lived races, wot? Even Aragorn is old by today's standards- this I'm pretty sure of, since I remember that part more clearly than the rest. Old, old, old. Numoreans, being a supposedly superior race, and all that. So "shounen" doesn't apply? ..Or something. lessons, children, and teeth go together?
..back to the Chinese.
Monday, February 4, 2002
02:05 p.m.
And, since pitas seems to have eaten up my last post..
To: Wind
Re: Well, /everything/, my good.. whatever.
Thank you. I love you. Now stop playing with my hair and skirt. Hair bad. Skirt bad. Wind worst of all.
Love and Peace,
Aine
Monday, February 4, 2002
01:38 p.m.
And yes, I've been a very busy bunny.
(Did I just call myself a bunny? Must be the math petrifying my brain. Please smack me.)
So first I was held up by the concert- which went pretty well, I think, given that we were playing rather heavy music for a band that only practices once a week on normal days, and that some players only came to practice when the concert drew near. We played a symphonic suite based on Lord of the Rings as one of the items- and thanks to all the *cough* new information that has been coming to light on the characters recently, I kept laughing during "Gandalf" and "Hobbits". Because, really. Frolicking, huh?
One thing which I think is stupid is memorising the pieces only on the day /after/ the concert, which I did. Urghh. Woke up the day after, and suddenly wow, I know all the notes by heart! >.> Oh well.
The only stupid thing I will not do is get hooked on Buffy.
..okay, so maybe it's not such a stupid thing, because Buffy has funny dialogue. (Spike: I'm almost out of that nancy-boy hairgel that I like so much. Quick, to the Angelmobile!) And others, courtesy of Meia. Also watched one episode, also courtesy of Meia. (Does it seem like everything is Meia's fault to you? And to me? Does that make Meia Clow/Fuuma/Lucifer/God/Sakuratree/etc?) I helped scene Angel Jones' Diary too, despite knowing zilch about anything. (But it was just for personal fun, so..) Brooding!
(Sidenote: Brooding has always seemed a ridiculous term to use on the same level as angst to me, partly because the word reminds me of "brood", as in "a brood of chickens!" or "a brood of children!". Is the past tense of brood "brooded", or "bred" then? Does brood come from "brooding hens"?)
Angel: Go away, I'm brooding.
Me: Like a mother hen! With.. eggs. o.O;;;;
*must not watch Buffy. must not.*
Went out to study yesterday, so picked up some manga. Just because it was convenient, you understand, not because I wanted to spend all my pocket money on one of the first days of the month. But it paid off. Now have Eva 7 (without the fanboy service Rei Christmas figurine that I have no use for), Nebakiba 8, and E'S 6 in Chinese. *sparkle* Now, if only they'd come up with Star Ocean 6 a little faster..
Lots of points to make, but I figure they'd go down better backed with a few scans, so maybe I'll wait until I get home. (blogging from the school computer) Scans of manga, yay!
Otherwise, school is killing me, but I walk towards my death with no more brain, so I don't care anymore.
Sunday, January 27, 2002
06:53 p.m.
Sis. I'm sitting here blogging about you and how your precociousness scares me. I'm not playing that darned computer game that you seem fond of so much.
Let me blog about your disturbing mentality in peace, dammit. Go on, shoo. Shoo.
Sunday, January 27, 2002
06:46 p.m.
Watched some of the Inuyasha Jane lent me today. (I finished.. well, most of my homework, okay? And tommorrow I don't have lessons.) Sibs passed by, watched for a little while, made comments.
Brother: Is that Sailormoon?
Me:...
Sister: Inuyasha has a *giggle* big sword. *giggle* Inuyasha has a big sword. *giggle* Inuyasha..
I hope she doesn't know what she means. Or.. mean what she says. Because she's all of eleven, and. Just and. When I was eleven I was.. much more innocent than that. Or so I think. What was I like when I was eleven, anyway. Why am I getting all worked up over a little comment like that when I myself /now/ am..
Nevermind.
Saturday, January 26, 2002
05:21 p.m.
So I archived because I figure it's the best way to bury the last entry.. and anyway, I'm out of the house. Just had coffee. While reading Yuki Kaori's Gravel Kingdom, even though I am broke and swore not to buy manga until the end of the month. Because it's Yuki Kaori.
I haven't finished reading it yet, but to those who /have/ read the manga.. do you see a resemblence in the character types and relationships? A resemblence to AS and other Yuki Kaori works, I mean. The Kira/Setsuna relationship (not neccessarily the pairing) has happened in the tragic Fairy Tale, the Ka In, various one shots i can't remember the name of, and even Cain.
