the first shelf

Contains the odds-and-ends, Kirino Natsuo and some unfinished reading. There isn't much hiding behind the front row, just the Mortal Instruments trilogy.

hi there, burogi

IELTS. Hmm. Yeah. Mm. *hysterical laughter*

Aaaaaaanyway. Tokyohive has made me a very excited kid tonight and now I cannot wait for October the first. Reasons being:

1. It's a suit. Suits are bombs.

2. After the last one with the Panasonic Lamdash, who doesn't want to see another one?

3. His hair, thank goodness it's all right. The sudden scissors scene was terrifying.

4. IT'S. A. SUIT.

I want a Gao Gao toy (some kind of Jenga-like game). It would be the most hilarious thing in the world to play with friends. 8D

nankurunaisa

Lanterns in Vnam Kitchen, Ipoh.

Keep the faith; one faraway day you'll see your real face and understand that no one can rescue you but yourself. If you don't start to love yourself right now, it is only to your detriment. You say you wish to feel no more pain? Then get going! There is no signal, no flag to start your journey but your own will. Start now and DO THE D-MOTION.

Hahaha.

A silly, poorly disguised piece of fandom that was almost obscene to write, what with all my laughter at my own expense. But hey, we all have our vices. Mm. Oh, yes. Nankurunaisa, by the way, is a quirky little bit of Okinawan that roughly means, "It will all work out." Admirable attitude, that. Just the right spirit to take with me into the test tomorrow.

Nankurunaisa, everyone!

om nom nom

An ADDICTION. That's what this is.

Another pressie picture. :)

counter-poison

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0CMs-mKjXiQ

Currently, the only thing that can successfully distract me from general KAT-TUN fandom (I swear NMP exacerbated the syndrome) is Matsushita Yuya. :D No comparison, of course, but definitely good enough as a distraction. Sure, he's a little too girly at times, but it's all good because he's also childishly funny at times. It somewhat makes up for the deficiencies.

Picture is of a highly treasured piece of lettuce (haha).

we're alive today as well

Tomorrow, I have a mock exam for economics. And here I am ensuring my FAIL grade. I never will learn, will I.

Is it hypocritical of me to repeatedly insist that my level of English is just decent, but then get unhappy when someone misguidedly attempts to correct me? Is it being arrogant or boastful in any way? Worse, am I belittling that someone's abilities?

Tell me it isn't so, or I will die a sudden death by guilt. D:

p.s.: You know, the surest sign of how much I love KAT-TUN is my blithe, feigned ignorance of their atrocious English.

rofl

I do apologise for the surfeit of fanposts, but I've just finished watching the 2008 Queen of Pirates concert rendition of LIPS and I must tell someone about it. You see, normally I would gush about it to the nearest person, but right now it's an hour where there's no one around, so...

LIPS, for the most part, is still one of my favourite KAT-TUN songs. In the concert, they used microphones similar to those they used in the PV (which meant poor Nakamaru got this again, LOL. I've never seen an uglier mic). What's more, there was an outlet near the input part of the mic that was rigged to shoot out a dense mist, much in the style fire extinguishers, just like in the PV. They utilised this strange ability in between verses where they were supposed to spray the mist into the air and generally look cool.

And the moment Nakamaru started his beatboxing, everyone else had nothing better to do but turn their nozzles on him. This on its own was pretty funny, but I nearly killed myself laughing when Jin accidentally shot the stuff straight up his nose while singing.

Damn I love these people. :D

prelude to greatness

"Chief..."

"What is it?"

I kid you not. Those four little words up there almost always herald EPICness.

I love the Factory Skit. ;A;

word of the day: yes.

Yes, as in YESSS!!

I was such a good kid today. Except for that tiny bit of dozing off in class (it wasn't even proper dozing, it was more like a concentrated lack of concentration), anyway. But I didn't skip work, and I didn't even nap when I got home! What's more, I think I've managed to tone down my madness a little, now that I'm over the extremities of the initial stages. Mm. Yeah. That's important, mind you, or I'd be stark raving and all that by the end of the month.

But.

More importantly.

WE PASSED.

Probably not with the flying colours implied above, but we still did. I wonder how, but it doesn't really matter at this point, does it? What matters is that [see above]. YES LAH. Victory dance around the campfire, troops!

taking the plunge

Watch the whole thing for the full effect, or skip to 20:30 for the jump itself.

(Veoh loads really fast, anyway.)

http://www.dramacrazy.net/japanese-variety/cartoon-kat-tun-episode-68/70230

There's really something to be said for a video that can make me feel like bungee-jumping, fear of heights and all. For ten minutes I could feel so much terror for the guy who was supposed to jump, almost as though I myself stood at the edge. The fear was so clear - and somehow all of it disappeared, or at least paled into insignificance, in the last one minute. I don't know why, but something about that jump was a marvel to watch; the word freedom coming unbidden into my mind at it. To forget everything but your sense of being, even for a few seconds, sounds like a wonderful idea.

I could do it with parasailing. Could I do it with bungee jumping? Assuming my heart survives it, of course. Heh.

hollow

I hate this feeling. And my medicine's run out now, so what comes next might be quite... entertaining. Hah.

It's... how do I put this? Rather like an awful, hollow feeling in your chest that makes you feel lonelier than you've ever been. This dark, disturbing shadow that hovers just on the edge of your conscious thoughts, that only the bright flares of various distractions can hold off. And it spreads, all over and around your little globe of awareness, so that everything from the outside is cut off and reaching out becomes harder and harder - until the time when you run out of distractions.

At this point you get desperate. You scrounge and search and scavenge, looking for distractions to avoid the pressing weight of your issues, but they get heavier with each passing minute and the available supply of new distractions has been depleted to near non-existence. What, then, do you do?

My head hurts. I don't want to think about anything anymore. I don't even know what the point of day-to-day survival is. I'm tired; physically, mentally and emotionally. I just want to sleep - for as long as it takes to calm my unstable psyche down. Preferably long enough for me to stop hating myself. Love Yourself is for people who have enough strengths to balance out the weaknesses, not for those who are constructed bone-by-bone out of faults and falsifications. It is impossible for me to love myself, the way I am right now.

Is this, then, what they call depression? PMS, perhaps. Whatever. I don't care any more.

'Gui Li He Ye'

I can't freaking get enough. Replaying the videos can only help so much. I'm buying the album rwarrr. Who cares if he's been known to have weirdly gay tendencies. I ain't a big fan of guy-love, but by heck, if anyone can be excused for it it'd be him.

He's too damned cute. (;__;)

I'm getting there! It's an improvement; at least this time the person actually exists!