Ranma & Kenshin - live action

Ranma and Kenshin will be made live action.  Those 2 were parts of my childhood.  I am not gonna comment about how I find the casting... Even if it goes wrong, I am sure I will enjoy the tributes :)

Winter Air, Sunny Hair

Two days ago, I bleached my hair.  Because I felt like it.  Do I seriously need a valid reason?  "Why did you do that?"  It's like asking somebody why he would pierce his ears or change the paint of his wall room.
For the impressions btw, the moms don't like it.  My lover's mother says it's not pretty and my mother thinks I look like a delinquent.  It's fine with me.  My sister and lover like it, as I do.

I still need some time to familiarize with such pale hair (and I was actually aiming paler at first), but I gotta admit it feels awesome.  I was used to see transparent black curtain on the side.  Now the curtains are lightened up like it's always daylight.

It's homemade, like I always do.  Homemade always has its risk.  This bleaching had the option of waiting 20 - 40 mins. I stopped after half an hour.  At first it looked like I failed terribly, I had dark spot here and blond there.  But it didn't matter to me.  I expected I will be getting out of the toilet with everybody crying around me.  It's hair... they will get over it.  When it dried though, it looked uniform and spread.

I don't have a proper camera but thats what for now (photo above); sry for the facebookstyle angle lol

My hair a month ago :

Everything in Front of You

Enjoy the present, do not live in the past, look forward to the future but most importantly, be present.

We are repeatedly told and showed how much the present is such a gift that should be most cherished, but we never live up to it quite truthfully enough.

What I have to say to that... well... I guess in my opinion, the best way to enjoy the present is to realize what is in front of you, right now, at the moment.  You are here while It is, too; same time, same location.
If there is a song playing in the mall, shut your iPod that you can listen whatever day, and listen to the music that runs the ambiance around the mall.  If you are on a train or a bus, raise your head from your book and look at the landscapes that are exposed to you like a slideshow.
If it's been 5 years since you seen that family member and he's paying you visit... no matter how tired you are, how wrenched, stone or exhausted, try your best making memories with them before it's too late... you never know what might happen, when will be the next time, or if you'll ever see them again.  Living off regrets is just sad... and a searing pain in the ass. Avoid it, if you know you can...

City

Photo of the month

Ever fell for those characters?

Dear L... It must be 6 years.. 7 already?  It was indeed the first time I saw him close his eyes. I remember that day on the computer reading like a sleepless otaku. The first fictional character whose death really affected me in such a way that made me realize that


Sometimes, someone is so great, so great that I forget that s/he could actually die.


And so I wasn't believing it.   I knew there was a trick somewhere or that even if he really passed away, there is some way to make him come back, right? Right??
And the next chapter released... the next... and the next and so on.  He really died.
In the end, no matter how great you are, you are still a human.


lol talking about manga characters, I have a confession... My first love, ever, in this, has to be Vegeto.  No kidding lol Everybody were going over Trunks.  I thought Vegeto was the strongest, the most composed.  His voice combination the best!  It's really too bad his appearance was so short though :(  Gogeta is just too... I dont know lol... Vegeta better take over.


I think a while after that, Rhode Camelot got me. At first sight (or more like second).  Chapter 20. I couldn't figure out if Rhode was a male or female because of her speech and demeanor and that was deadly charming to me.  Her grins, her half-cercle eyes, her sadism and over all with her whole halloween air was just too irresistible.  She really got more feminine over the years though... and lost all of that... I still love her a lot.  Her gothic style is just the way I like it on a girl.  But I do really missed when she was all creepy and rude *sigh...*


And now, I gotta talk about Reno of the Turks... Yes.  Do you realise how many days there are in 2 years?  I have been checking up every update there could be anywhere everyday for the release of the movie!  I was posting in 2-3 forums that had intense talk about it and visited tons of sites everyday.  It was my obsession at that time.  That... and Reno lol The movie didn't picture him the way I saw him though. 'Cause I was all over Desha's Reno.  Her fanfics, I read them all and they are godly.  I just couldn't get enough of her Reno.  It wasn't long before I started screaming Linoouux XD in my head... (hey we all go through smthg like this at least once in our life right)  It's a shame I don't see Desha write anymore.  She is such a genius.  I hope she is doing alright.  


Okay... it's 4 characters already. I'll stop here for now... To be continued haha

Scarlet Face

My teenage biggest issue... Blushing.  It just gives you away during those worst moments possible.  It often doesn't even co-op with your real emotional state.  Just worrying about blushing even makes you blush.  The moment you know it's happening, you just wanna turn your face and walk away.  It can be so embarrassing.  I am not talking about those cute blushings, which I am unable to do by the way, where only the cheek surface gets little flushed, I wish... no.  The blushing has to cover the entire face up to ears and even without the color, your face looks kinda swollen like you've been punched several times and now it's all bloated ~__~
Not attractive.

I remember all those.. times trying to overcome those mortifying memories following an oral speech... urgh... I could honestly die on the spot.  Humiliation is such a self-conscious unease that can become so insupportable over time if you can't manage to forget them or let it go.  I feel like I'm dying from the inside every time.

And if you are someone who went through similar difficulties, what loss would be more convenient?
The faculty to blush? Or the feeling to be ashamed of it?

Love of my Everyday

A loving family, a baby or two, nice house, well cared..... That is not me.

When I think about it, ever since elementary school, every person that I have fallen in love with, counts to 5 people.  Each of them, the 4 firsts actually, circumstantially decided to date my best friend at the moment.  Amusing, isn't it?  I never felt jealousy or anger.  You see.. I never either confessed or even talked about it to my closest friends.  Reason is because I could never imagine being with either of them.  I am too... "different" from them... with my suspicious background and my weird demeanors and mentality...

The last person I fell in love with, is a normal person with the usual complex family background.  Good manner, high sense of humor, smart but dropped school in an early age.  Found work and living a normal life, supporting his family as I speak...

He makes me laugh, a lot.

What is "normal"?

This person returned my love.  To me, who had never conceived of being with someone, is this for real?  I can barely believe we've been together for 5 years already.  Five years.  Some ppl even gets married after 2 years. There is so much thing we still don't know about each others though.  In my heart, I'm still a boy.  

But his lifestyle is almost making me believe that maybe... maybe a normal life with a family, a nice house, well settled... a baby... could do just as good to me...

What I hate

If there is one thing that piass me off about new people that I meet or simply anybody, is this foolish ability to eat with eyes.  I point at people who turn away from dishes without even tasting, because the food doesn't look appealing according to themselves or they are simply disgusted not by the sight but by what "it" is without no further reason (moral, ethic, religion, etc). You could say that I promptly judge people for this situation, because this mannerism tells me this much:


1   You are superstitious and have been clinging to your non-exotic world way too long
2   Always eat the same sh*t
3  You have a snooty ego somewhere in you and need to collect your own food in the mud once in a while
4  You are reserved, you like routine and don't dare to try out new things
5  You annoy me


In the other hand, many people I know are bothered by my table manners.  Says I don't sit properly, I don't use the right utensils, I'm too noisy, I shouldn't lift the bowl off the table, etc... ok... alright alright.  Regards, I fix myself for their own good.  Even so, I always thought that they are missing the whole point of eating.

Trance

Why the umbrellas?  
Earth just taking a shower.


In the city where I live, 
the rain is still clean, for now.
Can your smell the scent while the rain is washing over the streets?  It's the middle of the day and the sky is barely displaying these faint light rays masked by dark clouds.  Isn't rain such an ideal moment to think, recollect, question and reason?


...And that's how we end up taking 20 mins longer than it should in the shower.  

Irrational Strength

Unbalanced harmony of an endless insanity; let it sleep...

I don't have a strategy.  I'm free and uncontrolled. 

lol This always makes me smile

Impulsive

This speech is paranoid.


I walked into the subway and as I was running to save my ride, I tripped like a simpleton. (and the door shut on my face..)  Would I have company, I would've laughed.  But I was alone.  Instead, I heard a loud and continuous muffled laugh of a woman ringing behind me.  It's no big deal, really.  Yet at that moment, I felt it was uncalled for but I didn't dare to turn back.  I wish I had... because right now, of all the songs in the back of my mind, there is this annoying insistent laugh mocking my fall. 

Flight's Rhythm

My brother has finally arrived to Seattle. Over 2280 miles away from where I live.  Distance is not a problem. Time is.  A year or two could shape a person into a whole new...  That's okay.


I woke up roughly before 5am this morning.  Mh I nearly forgot how dark the sky could seem during those early hours of Fall.  I caught up with the car 3 mins later.  Just enough time to brush my teeth, splash water over my face and grab some pants.  How queer. Since college, I've always had this thought that waking up early gives you the privilege to keep your pyjama on, if not, half way on.  Seems that not much people thinks that way, at least not in the airport.  This walk didn't appear to leave any footprints.


Good bye brother, take care...


It happened like a flash.  Usual morning, casual talk, like nothing is gonna happen and we will see each others tomorrow anyway.  I stepped outside; the sky was as bright as if someone just turn a switch on.