I’m sorry I need to preserve this so I never forget

I’m saving these things but I want to come back one day and look at this.

Also this link is really cool (at least from my perspectives). This politics stuff but also something I want to keep for my life philosophy… a way of viewing the world.

I know this post is really cryptic and everything but I spent a reaaally long time thinking about Sanders or Hillary but one day this spontaneously popped in my head and everything made sense to me!

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koi, love @ 3am

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This isn’t really a post about manga actually it is, so there’s really no need to read any further unless you like to read rambling gibberish. Gibberish like jibber jabber quabber nabber wabber jabberwocky.

I very good at writing this kind of jibberish, because in high school I always hid a semi-flowery notebook under my bed. On the headboard I kept a large jar of maybe fifty multicolored gel pens. Every single night I would pick a random color and scribble for exactly one page. I did this without pause for about four years, so if you think about it, I filled more than a thousand pages with illegible scrawl and scribbles.

I found out over time that this type of writing is called freewriting:

Free writing is a prewriting technique in which a person writes continuously for a set period of time without regard to spelling, grammar, or topic. It produces raw, often unusable material, but helps writers overcome blocks of apathy and self-criticism. It is used mainly by prose writers and writing teachers. (From Wikipedia)

After filling exactly one page, I would never look back. I never re-read anything or even remotely thought about what I wrote ever again, so in a sense those thousand pages of notebook are sort of a black hole. A black hole for my joys and sadnesses and introspections and sentiments and feelings.

My wrist moves and I write something at 3am at night. Then I forget everything.

The notion of even looking back is somewhat kind of scary.

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Merry Kurisumasu

Once upon a time, I, Zhuang Zhou, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly.

I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was Zhou. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again.

Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.

Between a man and a butterfly there is necessarily a distinction. The transition is called the transformation of material things.

Zhuangzi

(I recently got quite addicted to Chrono Trigger. That is all. :3 Happy holidays!)

Mahou Tsukai no Yome: Review

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The Ancient Magus’ Bride” by Yamazaki Kore

★ ★ ★

I should start this post saying that everything is @frog_kun‘s fault.

That is, I wouldn’t be writing this post right now if I hadn’t been for that short conversation with him on twitter that somehow precipitated into a promise for a post.

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epilogue – a time comes when we turn the page [blog closing]

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I’ve decided it’s about time to close this blog.

It’s not for any particular reason or another; over the weeks I’ve had this tugging feeling that I’ve probably filled this page of my life. I like to keep diaries, you see? They have pages and pages of unwritten words, and I like to write in them with shiny gel pens and sometimes doodle.

This page is a little crowded now.

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What It Means to Say Goodbye: Solanin [SFW/rant]

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Solanin, a 28-chapter Romance/Slice-of-Life/Music/Tragedy manga by Inio Asano, is one of my all-time favorite manga. Nominated for both of the 2009 Eisner and Harvey Awards for comic books, it is a humble piece of work that captures the angst and uncertainty of young adult life.

An emotional trainwreck—the titular song “Solanin” is about about goodbyes and the many forms of departure we experience when we realize we need to give up those one thousand paper wishes.

College graduates struggle to cope with the real world. Music offers refuge in this modern manga with an American attitude.

Meiko Inoue is a recent college grad working as an office lady in a job she hates. Her boyfriend Shigeo is permanently crashing at her apartment because his job as a freelance illustrator doesn’t pay enough for rent. And her parents in the country keep sending her boxes of veggies that just rot in her fridge…

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REBLOG: [Five] Hajime’s World

So recently I watched all of Gatchaman crowds overnight (like midnight to 8 AM) and it was really great! I loved many things about it, particularly Hajime and the things she stood for.

I mean, I just WISH I were a Hajime. I mean, I am in some ways (I tend to think the same way as her when people are speeding or do something that appears to be bad), but I’m nowhere as steadily absolute as she is. To some extent, I’m actually more of a Rui, in the sense that I wear a lot of figurative makeup and how my semi-idealistic (yet somewhat flawed) way of thinking is in line with his.

But wow, I found the characters to be really insightful. I always used to think Batman was much better than Superman, but seriously, Hajime blows everything out of the water as superheros go.

I would more something about it, but Emily has written such great magic about Gatchaman Crowds that I’m pretty sure anything I’d write would pale in comparison. ^_________^

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hajime, gatchaman crowds, hajime ichinose

When I was in fifth grade, I wished to cut my hair cut pixie-length short. Upon plopping down in the gigantic chair at the salon, my stylist asked me what I wanted from her. I unsuccessfully tried to explain it. After a few moments, I asked for a piece of paper and quickly drew a head with the hairstyle that I wanted. It took far less time than explaining, and my amused stylist went to work, chopping at least a foot off of my current hair length. Had I continued my description, it would have taken far longer to tell her what I wanted. In fact, speaking is my least successful method of communicating with others.

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