Month: September 2013
Dream Blog: From The Beach To A Double Date
Sorry for the reused photo…
So, two nights ago, the Sandman sent me to a place with a lot of sand…
I was on a white sand beach during a cloudy day. I didn’t feel like swimming, so I just sat on top of my SUV (I have an SUV?!), thinking about the usual things I think about in life. Then suddenly, Lin called me up, asking me what I was doing. I told her I was doing nothing, so we drove off. Next thing I know, the two of us were having a meal at a well-lit restaurant that has really white walls with Anj Moon and Kel (how did they know each other?!). Well, anyway, I was glad that I was with Lin eating really delicious food, that she’s breaking her diet and is eating rice and this unknown viand that is rich in coconut milk, and that Kel was with Anj because I’m sure she’s definitely his type, she’s much too young for him though (she’s 19, he’s around 25?), but who cares? They look good together, and Lin and I surely look good together as well.
Maybe we’ll be going to the beach soon? And with Lin, FINALLY! But why was I wasting what could’ve been a beautiful beach day with Lin by sitting it out when I love the beach so much (and Lin? LOL)? And maybe Kel’s gonna get a girlfriend soon, although I doubt it’d be Anj. Well, if it’s Anj, then that’d be good.
Dream Blog: Not-So-Poison Ivy On My Birthday
Okay, so it’s my birthday (more on that later) and the Sandman gave me an early present…
I was at home, doing my usual stuff, then suddenly the doorbell rang. Much to my surprise, it’s a morena girl with a very Filipina face, slim frame with sizeable breasts, and she was wearing a fuchsia top and white pants. Her name is Ivy.
We just stayed at home, but then we got bored, so we went out to play League of Legends in a computer shop. Apparently, there’s this new game mode, so we tried it out. After playing for a few hours, we headed back home. But before I could hit the doorbell so that my folks could open up, Ivy saw a fat old lady holding up an umbrella, walking side by side with a tall lanky man. She went up to the old lady and asked for directions on how she could get home. In hindsight, it’s quite funny to go somewhere without knowing your way back, right? Well, anyway, after asking the old lady, she told me she’ll be on her way back home. I was dumbfounded for a few seconds, then I regained my thought, chased after her, and asked her number so that we could see each other again. Then I woke up.
I wonder who Ivy is. And too bad I didn’t get her actual number.
Elysium (Movie Review)
In the year 2154, Earth becomes polluted and overpopulated, so the privileged, rich, and influential have moved to Elysium, a space colony that features luxurious living and state-of-the-art healthcare. Those living on Earth, on the other hand, suffer barely liveable conditions, with most of them working on industries that maintain Elysium. Among one of them is Max Da Costa (Matt Damon), a factory worker who suffers from radiation poisoning and is only given five days to live. His only hope is to get to Elysium, and his only chance of getting there will involve a deadly mission that will not only put his life at risk but also the balance of how things are on Earth and in Elysium.
Acting: Matt Damon was superb as a conformist 9-to-5 employee turned exosuit-donning rogue warrior. Jodie Foster was also commendable as a ruthless defense secretary hellbent on keeping people from Earth out of Elysium with whatever means necessary. But of course, Sharlto Copley was easily the best. From being District 9’s hero to Elysium’s crazy and violent henchman, this guy’s got real talent.
Pacing: The movie’s good build-up was able to make me care for Max and his outlaw cohorts who thrive in illegal activities. The introduction of the setting, from its tech to its social strata, was simplistic and comprehensible, not to mention the fact that what they symbolize is crystal clear. The action is always cool and exciting, which is kind of expected given the movie’s genre, and the more peaceful dialogue-laden plot-advancing parts in the middle were short yet were very much able to do their job right, although more work could’ve been done to make me care more about characters that isn’t Max or any of his friends.
Cinematography: Droids, exosuits, supersonic shuttles that make space travel seem like a short drive to work, a beautiful space colony that looks like one big five-star suburban village, a filthy dystopian Earth that doesn’t seem to have technologically advanced much after 141 years from now, artsy and emotional flashbacks from Max’s point of view – the movie is visually creative entertaining, and intelligent on artistic, socio-political, and emotional levels.
Overall – 8.5/10: Featuring cool futuristic tech that aren’t far too removed from today’s designs, badass fights scenes and people, heavy socio-political metaphors that are ever-relevant, and characters the audience can relate to, Elysium has something for everybody. And by everybody, I mean people who can already understand the truth about how literally worlds apart the lifestyles of the wealthy and affluent are from the poor and wants such truth to be presented as a dystopian space-age science-fiction and action hybrid.
End Of An Illusion Part 2: When Stolen Waters Are No Longer Sweet
I did not find any common thread with Karmela that I can hang to, and yet I was perfectly suspended in midair. I was floating, flying even, and reached high heaven when I realized that we had already talked for two hours, straight, without any distractions such as games or manga on my part. Like I’ve said before, talking with a girl for two hours has to count for something, right? Well, given the fact that women are highly unpredictable creations of beauty, “not always” would’ve been the safest answer. Just because she’s responding doesn’t mean she’s interested, she could’ve been simply just nice and polite. But the spell of infatuation, one of the many things that is just like the magic of love yet is inferior to it, while not exactly blind, is totally delusional and illusory. It gives the most vivid of colors to things that are actually flat, dull, and gray. I am uncertain whether she cast it on me or I cast it on myself and she only served as a catalyst. Either way, whoever did no longer matters, because what does is that the spell has finally been broken.
I told Jamaica about how Karmela didn’t understand the things I was saying and wasn’t interested with the things I am passionate about the very same night I talked to Karmela. Expectedly, since Jamaica’s one of those people who don’t like the fact that I’m wooing someone in a relationship as well as a girl like Karmela (some of my friends at work think she’s a flirt), she just told me that it’s because we’re not meant to be and that I should leave her be. But how could I, after we have spent two hours talking. Sure, it was technically about nothing, but like what I’ve said, two hours has to mean something. Well, it did mean something, except that it’s not what I thought it would be.
In hopes of proving that my delusions are not delusions at all, I showed my friends from work our conversation. Of course, I was proud that I was able to drag our talk on for such a long time, that I was unable to convince her to give up on sleep for a little long while and sit for a spell with me. But just like the thousands of times when I thought I was finally right, I thought wrong. Our night that I thought we were drunk on each other was just a floor littered with broken glass where I was left bleeding, for her responses were not open-ended, and not even once in our conversation, aside from my work schedule, did she ask me anything about myself, throw any of my questions back, or try to steer the conversation somewhere, even somewhere she wanted. It was all just me. I kept the flow going while she left herself be carried off. Why? Because to her I was a waste of time and effort, but a perfect source of an ego boost. She kept the flow towards her because it is what sustained her pride and refused to make it go my way because she took no interest in me. I, on the other hand, thought that she wanted my attention because she wanted me, only to realize that she only wanted my attention and my attention alone. She is a shallow, self-centered woman who gets her gratification from the attention of men, and I was only able to see it through the eyes of others. Pathetic.
After I found out what I am to her, I decided to deny her of what she wanted from me – my attention, but to no avail, for I would still greet her whenever we would meet, even when I was with Sue (another office “crush”, I’ll elaborate later). I told myself that I would no longer look at her, but my eyes would always act like planets gravitating towards the radiant sun that is her. Then again, maybe I’m just being too melodramatic. Maybe she likes me too. I mean, my coworkers would tell me that whenever they eat at the cafeteria without me, they would always find Karmela’s eyes on them, probably wondering why I was missing. But is it not only right for a thirsty fawn to look for water? After all, that’s what I am to her – a reservoir for her always-thirsting ego. But no more. Sure, I’d still probably look at herb beauty even though I’d try not to, I’d still probably say hi to her as a sort of friendly gesture, but I will attempt to get her no more. I will feed her ego no more. Oh how I hope that I could stick firmly with my resolve…
In the end, Karmela was nothing but a false fountain of life. I was drawn to her not because of her waters, but because she is a beautiful fountain. And because of such beauty, I drank her and thought she was refreshing and pure, much so that she made me thirst for more and wonder how deep she went. But she left me disenchanted, for she was in truth defiled and shallow. She, on the other hand, let me have a drink, not because she wanted to give me life, but because she wanted the pride of having me drink from her. She thought that her beauty was enough to keep me drinking her waters. Thankfully, with the help of the people around me, I was able to discern the slightest trace of poison in it, so I retched everything I have taken in from her and vowed to never drink from her ever again.
And so, the illusion of something has become nothing, and what never really started is now over. Farewell, Karmela. Farewell to your beautiful face, because that is the only thing you can charm me with.
Mister Stranger’s Romance With My Past Crush
Upon opening my WordPress after quite some time, I am surprised to see someone commenting on my old post Yearbook. Of all the things this stranger could comment about, it had to be Camille – the pretty and fair chinita who took me under her umbrella one rainy night in Lawton when I was a college freshman. He commented about how he used to have a “water cooler romance” with her, how they were good friends up until he was in third year of college, and how his heart got broken when he found out she already got a boyfriend. I couldn’t help but feel his pain, and deep in my heart I knew that I just had to write about this before I could write about anything else again.
I don’t really know what happened between them. However, I know for a fact that he saw her as this pretty, funny, witty, sweet, and kind girl. I know, because that’s how I saw her. Sure, I only saw her a couple of times, but that’s how a girl like Camille comes across to me. I mean, I did have a crush on her, after all. What I don’t know are the things that went down near the water cooler – the way she looked (although I could picture her wearing that SoF uniform, and I bet she looks pretty in it), the way they looked at each other, the things they talked about, and the things they felt for each other. They were probably laughing at some silly jokes, and Mister Stranger here, who was in high school at that time, probably looked at her as she laughed, in slow motion, in a background painted with that pale yellow sunlight that was blurring all around her. They probably texted. They probably signed each other’s yearbook. They probably remained in contact on Facebook three years after. But whether he confessed what he felt for her or not, I do not know…
Just like the rain when Camille and I met, he probably poured his heart out. But he probably got rejected. Or maybe he was too late. Or maybe he didn’t. Maybe, just like his identity when he commented on my post, kept it as a secret. Maybe he was afraid that a wonderful girl like Camille would turn away. Well, whether he did or didn’t, and whatever reason he had if he didn’t, it must’ve been really broken him up deep inside to know that Camille already has (or had, I don’t know if they’re still together) a boyfriend. Well, I wasn’t really crushed or anything when I found out since I didn’t have the concept of “courting” during my early college years (I first courted someone a year after college, and got rejected), although I thought it was quite a waste for a girl like her to be taken. But if I really did fall for her as much as our Mister Stranger here, I would’ve been inconsolable for days, just like I was with Amparo, Christina, and Jamee. If I did, I would’ve confessed, whether I was too late or otherwise.
I never really thought I’d write about Camille again way way after college, after our fateful meeting in Lawton, after our next fateful meeting at the library, and after my trips back to the library as an excuse to read Naruto online and pester her even though she already got a boyfriend. I also never really thought I’d meet someone from her past, a boy who fell in love with a loveable girl like her. Come to think of it, I wonder how Camille’s doing now? Does she still have a boyfriend? If not, then…nah, if she has no boyfriend right now, then it’s your chance, Mister Stranger. Or maybe you’re the “friend” she’s been “catching up with?” Well, if not, then you better step up your game. Who, knows, we might even be rivals? š
Just kidding. I have another chinita I’m eyeing right now. And that’s not yet even half the story. Ugh, I really do have lots of catching up.
Getting Up After Being Down With The Sickness
If you’d actually notice, the last post in my blog was September 6, and it’s already September 22. Sixteen days, and no updates whatsoever, although I do have tons of backlog, to be fair. Well, I honestly meant to update this blog, it’s just that aside from my eight hour job and my job at the magazine, something came up. And when it did, I got down…with the sickness, and I couldn’t get up. Well, that’s what happens when you go to work at 2PM, leave at 10PM, stay up til 4PM, and then wake up at 10.
It all began last Monday during work. Out of the blue, I started feeling hot, which was strange since I was feeling fine and dandy in the morning. I thought it was just because the air conditioner was at full blast and I refused to wear my jacket. I put it on, but it didn’t help me in any way whatsoever, so I knew that I was going to go down with a fever. In vain attempts to prevent my inevitable demise caused by my own devices, I drank pineapple juice, orange juice, two 500mg tablets of vitamin C, and a tablet of paracetamol. Later that night, my sleep was shallow to nonexistent, as I was burning up and gasping for air. Next thing I knew, it was morning, and it was official – I was down with the flu and overdosing myself with vitamin C didn’t help.
The next day I was so weak I could barely eat, much so that it felt as if eating one slice of bread took all my strength. Heck, I even had to dip it in coffee so that I wouldn’t have to chew it much, although I had rice later on that same day. And aside from nutrition, entertainment is also one of the many things needed by a person who’s assuming the sick role, so I asked father to put a small TV set on my bed, and I also borrowed my sister’s laptop since I needed to know what’s going to happen next on Air Gear. And damn, when you’re sick, it takes double effort to take in the drawing and scene in, read the dialogue, and turn the page, even if it’s just a manga site. And since reading manga was too hard for me, I just watched anime. I was supposed to watch Danganronpa, but then I realized that I still have unfinished business. I guess this is how adults are when they’re sick – instead of just resting so that they can get well soon, they still need to do their work. Reminds me of a Bakuman chapter when manga artist Mashiro got hospitalized and was still drawing manga with the help of his girlfriend Azuki. Except that I wasn’t a manga artist and I didn’t have a girlfriend.
I was far from done with my assigned articles for the October issue of the magazine, and I was actually overdue with one of them, so instead of watching the anime I wanted to watch, I watched what my editor asked me to – Diabolik Lovers and Yamishibai. After I’m done with them both, I worked on the articles on my desktop since my sister took her laptop back and didn’t lend it to me again ‘cuz she thought she might get what I had. I worked on it while I’m still feverish, weak, and nauseous whenever I sit up. If reading manga while sick takes twice the effort, writing takes four times since it’s an activity that produces something instead of taking something in. Still, I feared my editor’s wrath much more than my condition getting worse, so I worked on it anyway.
If there’s something good about being sick, it’s watching movies all day. In the span of my sickness, I got to watch Chronicle, Priest, We Are The Night, Kung Fu Hustle, and one my newest favorite movies – Moonrise Kingdom, don’t ask why. But of course, the internet is my maintenance drug, so I went online anyway even though it makes me dizzy. Well, through constant exposure, I got re-used to it, as well as with eating rice. Come Thursday, my fever was gone and I no longer get nauseous whenever I sit, stand, or walk, although I was still feeling weak, so I didn’t go back to work just yet. Yeah, I wasn’t strong enough to work, but I was strong enough to slay the Sea Dragon with an 8-man team on Dragon Nest. Sure, my day job is actually easier than playing Dragon Nest, but it isn’t half as fun, and hard fun things takes less effort to do than easy no-fun ones.
And on Friday, I was finally freed from my sickness as well as my obligations with the magazine, as I have submitted my last article which for the October issue which is my coverage of Best of Anime. I also returned to work, where I was warmly welcomed back by my coworkers that I dearly missed. Although I still wasn’t as strong as I used to be and I still have cough, colds, and shortness of breath until now, I still got the job done, but I had to go overtime until 12AM (end of shift is 10PM) because of three days’ worth of backlog.
Well, anyway, all’s well that ends well, especially me. However, this isn’t the end, but a kickstart back up. So ladies and gentlemen, I am back and feeling much better than last Monday. I’m still not feeling as good as before, but we’ll get there. As for my writing, I wouldn’t say it’s better than before, but just like my condition, we’ll get there. š
The Deep Beauty Of The Flower Child: My Katawa Shoujo Experience
“So one of these days, I won’t be afraid of staying with you.
I hope and I pray, waiting to find a way back to you, ’cause that’s where I’m home…”
-Michelle Branch, One of These Days
DISCLAIMER: I am not an expert on this topic. I am just relying on what I know, personal opinion, and what I find on the internet. Feel free to correct me.
Obviously, otakus love anime, manga, J-music, idols (singing or gravure), AV models, Japanese movies and dramas, Japanese food, cosplay – whatever that’s related to Japanese culture. But perhaps the most obscure among the things otakus like is the visual novel. Once an otaku likes a visual novel, you know that that particular otaku will never revert back to being a non-otaku, and that’s a good thing. What’s a visual novel, you non-otakus ask? Well, it’s a flash game in which there are illustrations and text at the bottom (thus the term visual novel), and in some points of the game you are given a choice on what you should do next, which would affect the game’s storyline and ending. Visual novels have many genres, but perhaps the most common and most favorite among them all either romance or eroge, both of the two usually but not always interwoven.
While I rarely touch visual novels, I cannot help but love how visual novels allow you to choose which girl you’d end up with and how it would end, unlike in a harem manga/anime in which the winning girl and the ending is entirely up to the author, which is in some cases…disappointing. or even worse – painful (trust me, *cough*Ichigo 100%*cough*). However, even though you are given choices in visual novels, you won’t know how your choices would affect the game’s storyline and ending, kind of like life, except that life is a much more difficult visual novel with too many girls to choose from, too many branching choices that have varying impact to the storyline, and no online flowchart that leads you to the good route. Well, anyway, after quite some time since I finished my last (non-eroge) visual novel that is Brass Resolution, I decided to pick up another one called Katawa Shoujo.
I only discovered it by accident, thanks to people mentioning it all across the internet whenever there’s a picture of a cute girl with a disability. I ran a Google search, found the official website, and discovered that it’s a romance visual novel set in Yamaku Academy, a high school for differently-abled individuals, meaning all the girls you choose from has a disability. Of course, it’s not a pretty premise, but nonetheless a good one that reeks of dramu from the get-go, so I downloaded it and played it immediately.
Having read about the heroines, I initially wanted Shizune because she’s a deaf-mute meganekko, which makes her totally moe. However, upon playing on further, I no longer wanted to end up with her because she and her friend Misha are pushing me around, so I thought of looking for another girl. Blind beauty Lilly and above-knee amputee Emi aren’t half-bad, but someone else stole my heart without even trying – the shy and beautiful bookworm that is Hanako. Sweet, fragrant Hanako.
I met her on the library, alone and aloof, reading Life of Pi by Yann Martel. Damn, I hate that novel (well, I actually liked it, except for the end part on how everything was botched) although I loved the movie adaptation. But anyway, she was there, shying away from me with an uneasy grimace on her face. And me, being a sucker for the shy type (Aya Toujo, Kirisaki Onodera, Haruna Sairenji…damn, I’m so predictable) who usually likes novels (Aya Toujo, I cannot escape you), wholeheartedly without any second thoughts whatsoever decided to pursue her. While listening to One of These Days by Michelle Branch, which made the whole experience a lot more melodramatic.
Perhaps the problem with visual novels is that sometimes the choices would lead to something or someone you don’t exactly like, and I was afraid that it what might happen because didn’t know what I was exactly doing in Act One. Thankfully, through a little bit of common sense and a lot of Fate’s intervention, I landed on the start of Hanako’s route at the beginning of Act Two, complete with a sweet and artsy cutscene with a warmhearted feel.
Although mostly along with Lilly, Hanako and I had tea, read novels, played chess (feel that Fernan!) and eight-ball. Sure, she’s shy, and it’s understandable at that because of the burns all over her body, but she did open up at one point and told me where she got her scars.
Apparently, when she was little, their house got burned down and her parents died. If it wasn’t for her mother who shielded her in the fire, she would’ve died as well. However, despite her mother’s selfless sacrifice, almost half of her body still got burned, so she spent months and months at the hospital. After that, she was sent to the orphanage, and later on went to Yamaku. So tragic, so much feels…
Handling a delicate little bud like Hanako is extremely difficult, but she’s trying in her own little way to blossom and become the beautiful flower that she truly is. Problem is that Misha and Shizune are two nosy bitches who pry on other people’s business, and thanks to them Hanako gets an anxiety attack, just when she’s trying to come out of her shell. Lilly and I go to her room to see if she’s okay, and there she was, crying herself to sleep. We reassure her that everything’s okay, so she rises back up, and her expression changes from the shaken to the shy yet smiling Hanako we have come to know.
Hanako blames her existence for the death of her parents, so she gets anxious whenever her birthday approaches. Thankfully, when we had a surprise mini-celebration for her complete with gifts (mine was an antique chessboard), I was relieved that it turned out so successful because she was so happy. And when we went out to town to play eight-ball, she shared about her sad life at the orphanage and at middle school, telling me how nobody wanted to be friends with her and how she was never up for adoption, thus her enrollment to Yamako. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her, and I couldn’t help but be pissed at the people who broke her. Nonetheless, I was happy that she is happy and is getting stronger every day. So when she had another anxiety attack, I gave her time and space, as well as faith that she can do it alone. And as expected, Hanako emerged stronger than ever, and I couldn’t help but feel relieved and happy when she came back to class.
When Lilly leaves for the country, Hanako and I spent more time together. Just like before, we had tea, went out to the city, but this time she showed me her scars – scars that caused her to be broken and hurt not only physically but also deep-down. But even though her scars are horribly ugly, she is still a very beautiful person inside-out. Next thing I knew, we’ve done it.
But after that, expectedly, things got awkward. She wasn’t talking to me and she would avoid me every time I do, so I decided to man up (Jamaica, I’m not like your gay guy) and texted her. We met at the park, then we told each other everything. I admitted to her that Lilly and I really do see her as someone we need to protect, but we don’t do it because we see her as an inferior, but because she is our equal – our friend. She, on the other hand, apologized if she thought she saw herself so lowly and only offered herself as a compensation for the things I’ve done for her, and then she cried. She was on the ground, weeping, so I held her and told her I don’t see her that way, for I see her as a friend – no, more than that, because I love her, and I am so proud of her because she has done so much progress in such a small amount of time.
I told her that together we will bring down the walls brought about by our infirmities and their implications. I told her that that we can change for the better, especially her, because I love her. After our heartfelt exchange, we wipe our eyes, we smile, and we head to the city to grab something to eat. But before we do, my beautiful blossom Hanako gives me a gift – true love’s kiss.
OH MY GOD THE FEELS! Seriously, I wish I’d get to find a Hanako in real life – a wide reader, sweet, shy, cheerful, genuine, smart, strong, and does her best everyday to become better despite the tragedies and pain she encounters every day. Even if she’s scarred or ain’t that pretty, I won’t mind, because her heart is pristinely beautiful.
Okay, thank you for reading my self-interpreted spoiler for Hanako’s story of Katawa Shoujo. It’s been quite some time since I felt like this. Heck, I even cried. Damn, that was some feels trip. Well, what are you waiting for? If you haven’t played Katawa Shoujo, go play it now, go on a feels trip like me, and we’ll talk about it like crybabies.
Next on the list – Swan Song. I am beyond help and am now hooked on visual novels.
P.S. – I don’t wanna complete the game 100% because Hanako is waifu material.
Is Age Just A Number?: Not Legal Yet Mature [NSFW]
Hitting on minors is not only is it ethically and morally wrong, it is also a criminal offense. But just like what I said before, I’d screw the consequences even if the consequences would screw me. And this time, I’d screw them for a girl who I shouldn’t screw around with.
It is undeniable that the wig is horrible – obviously fake and hardly resembles real hair. However, only cosplay elitists give a rat’s ass about such details, because this Misa Amane is freaking cute, much so that I couldn’t help but smile and squeak with delight whenever I see this photo of her. Then accidentally, I found her on Facebook. Her name is Nicolette. I won’t tell you guys her last name, you might search for her. Perverts.
With a face like that, I knew she’s not legal. Then again, nothing is what it seems in the cosplay scene. I’ve met people in late twenties who look like minors, pretty girls who look like pretty boys, and vice versa. But like I’ve said, legal or otherwise, I added her on Facebook. I told myself that I’d hit on her if she’s legal, and will not if she ain’t. I added her, she accepted, I messaged her as gratitude for accepting my requests. Next thing I knew, we were having a pretty long conversation since she’s a pretty (and) interesting, which led to the critical question that is her age.
Seventeen. A year shy of the age of majority, of consent. Close, but no cigar, although a chance to go to jail was thrown into the deal as some sort of consolation prize. Yeah, well, whatever, who gets incarcerated for harmless sweet talk with a minor anyway? Then suddenly, the conversation went somewhere I never in eons expected our conversation or any other conversation I have with teenage girls ever to go to – she asked me if I read Nozoki Ana. NOZOKI ANA, holy goddess of goodness. Of all the possible manga titles she can ask me about, it had to be a mature seinen manga that involves A LOT OF SEX. How old is she? SEVENTEEN! And she’s reading manga that isn’t aimed for seventeen-year olds, especially not with seventeen-year old girls. When I was seventeen, I was playing video games, watching CLEAN NON-SEXUALLY FOCUSED anime (spare the occasional hentai with the neighbor), and reading my lessons. Heck, I wasn’t even hitting on anyone at that time. But this sweet, innocent-seeming girl, reading manga that is WAY advanced for her age…damn, it’s either I’m too much of a conservative or this is already how teenage girls are now. Not that I don’t like her suggestions. In fact, I like them very much.
Aside from Nozoki Ana, she suggested to me Uwakoi. What’s it about? It’s about a guy two-timing between his step-sister and his classmate. How mature can the manga get? Along the lines of this, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg:
Unbelievable.
Damn it, I remember having a crush on a Misa Amane last year, and the same damn thing’s pretty much come up once again. Only this time it’s much more dangerous…and I’m willing to ignore that danger for this girl. I mean, she’s so much fun, not to mention that she’s got good taste in manga.
Whatever James, go be decent and go back to either chasing Lin or going round in circles with Karmela.
Or maybe I should just wait another year. Sounds good.
P.S.: She asked me if I’ve already read Koibana Onsen, Desire Climax, and Teacher’s Pet. Go figure.