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23 November 2010 @ 08:58 pm
I miss high school. I never thought that day would come (or so soon after graduation, for that matter) but it has. Not only do I have to make new friends from scratch -a worthy, yet daunting endeavor- but face a strange environment. However, the thing I miss most is the ease that excitement comes to me.

I can't clearly remember a time that I was so immersed in something that it consumed me from months on end. In my middle school days, it was my art. Ceaselessly, I drew illustrations and comics and even the occasional painting. In my high school days, it was the music I listened to. My Chemical Romance, Panic! at the Disco, and Mew. Make fun of me for my juvenile taste in music if you want, but it was these bands that I lived for. I listened to them everyday. I followed their tours. I watched every interview. I read every article. This fervent interest last months on end.

Then college. Oh dear. I feel like I was suddenly hit by a terrible case of ADD. I still feel excited about things. I still listen to music and watch movies and read books... but my interests never last more than a day. One day it's Megamind (2010). Then next it's Harry Potter fanfiction. But most days I have nothing that interests me. Most days I merely exist, a bag of flesh and bones given kinetic energy to move from Point A to Point B.

What just happened...?
Temperament: blankblank
18 September 2010 @ 10:02 am
It's been too long since I updated, and now that I dusted off the online journal that is my LJ I now begin to realize how much I needed it and how much I missed it.

Life is busy as it rightfully should. I pity the poor character whose life doesn't force him to go out and live. It just doesn't fit the very definition of life, am I right? (Of course I am. I'm always right. Haha)

This new decade has been treating me right. I have never cried so much in my life as I have this year, but I also have never laughed nor smiled nor loved so much. I found the love of my life, lost him, and discovered him again. I got accepted into the college of my dreams (a film school! that has so far treated me with far more opportunities and kindness than I perhaps deserve... not that I'm complaining!!) My parents continue to cause me heartache, but they have their own so I should probably cut them some slack.

All in all. Life is blissful, hard, wonderful, heartbreaking, and amazing all in one.

And I can't wait to tell you all about it!
Temperament: excitedexcited
Musik: All I Want - Ahn Trio
24 March 2010 @ 09:50 pm
What's the most embarrassing CD or track in your music library? How often do you listen to it? Do you share it with your friends or keep it to yourself?

Justin Bieber.

He reminds me of my childhood when I utterly idolized all sorts of pre-pubescent celebs. No, I am not proud of it. No, no one knows about this except maybe LJ people. Haha.
Temperament: amusedamused
03 February 2010 @ 09:17 am
Day 07 | A photo that makes you happy

This features Spock in a cereal bowl... swimming. Honestly, how can this NOT make me happy? We all need a little surrealism in our lives.

Day 08 | A photo that makes you angry/sad

Too Skinny

Maybe it's because I'm a bit of a chubby bunny myself and it's the envy talking, but I really feel that this sort of thing is unhealthy and genuinely unlikeable. But as I read the comments I see that many people vie for this sort of "shape" and even find it attractive. [shrugs] To each their own, and I'll eat my cheeseburgers, thank you.

The 30 day meme could be found here.

Day 01|Song
Day 02|Movie
Day 03|Television Program
Day 04|Book
Day 05|Quote
Day 06|Whatever

In other news, it's Norman Rockwell's birthday today!!
Temperament: okayokay
18 January 2010 @ 07:57 pm
...but for what though?

There are random times in which grief will hit me and I will spontaneously erupt in a series of tears and sobs. Hate chills my heart and I feel as though everyone I love has died.

What bothers me the most is that I can never find a reason to these strange, unwanted episodes.
Temperament: distresseddistressed
Musik: Amnesia - The World Ends With You
16 January 2010 @ 08:10 pm
My brother ajira_kunisaki sent me an interesting article the other day. It can be found here.

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

Fu-zu Jen, SEAS/WH, 2003
Temperament: lazylazy
10 January 2010 @ 12:45 pm
The 30 day meme could be found here.

Day 01|Song
Day 02|Movie
Day 03|Television Program

Day | 04

My favorite book would have to be Lady Chatterley's Lover by D.H. Lawrence. It is the first book I ever thought had enough substance to keep me interested to read it for the second time (and eventually.. third to fifth time). It caught my interest at first because it was on the list of banned books in the beginning of the century on account of its sexual content. I read it simply for that, and found myself to be horribly disappointed. This book is a cheap disappointment for those looking for an erotic thrill.

Lady Chatterley's Lover Pictures, Images and Photos

When I got over my disappointment, I realized that this book offered other rewarding thought fodder. The story follows and goes through the point of view of Constance Chatterley, the wife of Lord Chatterley, a rich mine owner with paralysis in the lower half of his body. Because of this physical defect he cannot have Connie (as she is called) in the sexual manner though he seems to not care at all. Lord Chatterley lives in the mind, he views sex as a barbaric ritual far below someone of his status and is best left to the lower class and that debate and literary critique is the highest elevation of "contentedness".

Connie disagrees with this sentiment and finds a haven in their gameskeeper Oliver Mellors.

I love this book because it ponders on the physical and mental sides of a person and questions whether true happiness can occur when one side is absent.

Day | 05

"Fairytales are important, not because they tell us that dragons exist but that they can be killed." - G.K. Chesterton

If you replace the word "dragons" with "evils" then you might have an inkling as to why I like this quote. I love fairytales, even at this age. I love happy endings and good triumphing over evil and true love and magic. It is a pitifully optimistic view of life and I am unashamed of it.

I have my own dreams and when I share them I am greeted by nay-sayers and disbelievers. "It's impossible!" "You'll never make it!" "I'd like to see you ever try."

They can keep their cynicism. I don't need it. My "fairytales" are enough to keep me going anyways.


Day | 06

Speaking of fairytales, I want to introduce to you all a sort of "heroine" of mine. She has some fantastic work and I can comfortable say that I admire and look up to her.

Ladies and gentlemen, Brianna Garcia
Temperament: thankfulthankful
09 January 2010 @ 11:07 am
The 30 day meme can be found here.

Day 01|Favorite Song

Day 02 | Movie

My favorite movie has got to be Amelie or Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amelie Poulain.

This is a whimsical, gold-tinted movie about an introverted, imaginative young woman trying to assert herself in the world through good deeds. We follow her as she commits one good deed after another until she bumps into an equally unique man, consequentially falling in love with him. The only thing that stands between them is her cowardice and unwillingness to take risks.

This movie watches like a dreamy fairy-tale with some seemingly nonsensical parts (that play a rol in the future) and some completely nonsensical parts (that play no purpose other than to amuse). Everytime I watch this movie, I feel lighter and brighter, able to swim through life with as much spirit and fancy as Amelie.

Day 03 | Television Program

Good Eats

Alton Brown. Food. And the history of food. Alton Brown!!

Enough said.
Temperament: amusedamused
08 January 2010 @ 01:38 pm
Just curious.

It's going to take place this summer in the heart of Los Angeles at the LACC. Is there anyone going (or knows anyone going) that would be interested in doing a collab comic/story/group photoshoot?
Temperament: curiouscurious
08 January 2010 @ 10:25 am
Oh gosh, Day One is hard enough. I don't have a specific favorite song because it changes every so often. If I had to choose by play counts then my 'favorite song' would be "Au Parc" sung by Chiara Mastroianni. It is from the French movie Les Chansons d'Amour

Even though I can't understand the words (I did look up the translation), the way Chiara looks and sings just breaks my heart. I feel as though someone close to me has died (even though everyone is still thankfully alive), and I suppose that this was the purpose of this piece.
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Temperament: sadsad