Back in the day...

Sometimes, we all want to travel back in time to another decade. A time when people were well-dressed and movies were as simple as black and white (literally). A romanticized ambience is what some may want to look for. There was an opportunity for such a situation to become real and I took that chance.

Fake Prom 2009, a film noir themed costume party. It was a time of dance and music not necessarily from the 50’s, but was still entertaining to the ear drums. Rain was pouring mercilessly outside, but inside, there was a dance of strangers continued to expel energy from the dance floor. Nothing really stopped people to come to such an event

I and my two friends were able to bring our Japanese friends. It was a fun and exciting time to introduce them to a Canadian costume party. They highly enjoyed the night which was a nice reply to hear.

Sadly, in the beginning of the night, I was dreadfully tired due to meticulous typing earlier from my work. Yet, I was so excited; I tried my best to brush off the feelings of weariness and went straight forth home to create my costume for the night.

In the end, it was a wonderful night. Friends partied with me by dancing and drinking. Didn’t really make friends that night, but that’s not a matter to dwell on. The bed was the only friend I was yearning for.

Through the drenching weather, I finally made it hope with the help of a 24 hour bus system. 4 am, tired, knocked-out. That is how Fake Prom ended.

Distraction

Sometimes when I try to concentrate on one thought, I become side tracked by random environmental stimulus. Damn it. All I want to do is continue my studying and get this dreaded excessive thinking over. Distractions help me procrastinate and propel me towards a road where it is irrelevant on the current priority. I hate it. Do I have ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder)? Or… Do I just hate concentrating on one thought since my mind is always misplaced everywhere in my room? Maybe a dose of Rinalin will help…

Right now, my current enemy is Mr. Youtube.com… I cannot get enough of the random links being shared and given to me. Sometimes I think the computer should automatically shut-off if I go on youtube…

I just realized… Even as a type each and every single piece of letter that’s in this effin’ Blog… I am procrastinating the inevitable!!

ARGH!!

So frustrating…

Well that is all; I shall continue my studying…

I just needed to be heard by a random reader who I may never meet.

Kotoban + Kotoban = Portmanteau

Amidst my studying, my body steadily shifts back to my computer. I then click that alluring “e” and my concentration suddenly runs off…

I then found this mysterious new show: Bakemonogatari. It is a portmanteau of two Japanese words. Bakemono (Monster) and Monogatari (Story). I recently watched the first episode and all I have to say is Saiko!

The story is very different. It contains unexpected events from one minute to the next. The characters speak with detail in each sentence spoken. Explanations are given, yet the true meaning is yet to be found.

I have been searching for a show that makes you think but continues on with mystery (Not like LOST though… That show just has no place in the world anymore…). The art is modest but artistically rendered. This show has an abundance of art work in each cell. The backgrounds used are detailed and it can switch its medium suddenly during an explanation. It contains sharp colors schemes, intriguing character development, and causes the viewer to yearn for more. Of course, since it was a Japanese anime, it does contain some perverted ideas, but when you let that go, you can appreciate the anime more profoundly.

If you like weirdly coordinated story lines with character development, while having to watch beautifully applied art into the mix, I suggest you should watch this show.

Ja matta.

Tanjobi Omedetto

Through a harsh dark and stormy evening, a gathering begins. This description is the night of my Sister’s birthday. I know what you are thinking and the answer is “No”. It was not a horrible meeting, nor were there lashing of negative comments towards anyone. The weather was just not our friend that night.

My friends were able to join the festivities. We had a blast. Drinks were bought and shared. A shot was given to me even if I was going to drive later in the evening (Of course, I did not even reach my “buzzed” state). Lots of catching up occurred.

Birthdays are always a nice excuse to gather a bunch of unconnected friends. People met new strangers. Gestures of all sorts were expressed towards one another. Later, the numbers dwindled. Finally, the clouds gave way for a dark dry sky. A drive home with friends was never better.

Movements Move

Watching the drastic movement of the world displaces my mind into a trance of “what if’s…” and “should have’s”… This induces my mind to scramble through my thoughts. Within the chaos, I slowly single out past events and reminisce. Most of the memories included others from some point in time. Recollections were more prominent when it was experienced with others… At least that is how I feel.

Recently, I had watched a movie “5 Millimeters Per Second.” This movie had greatly widened my eye lids. The artistic action of the objects incorporate with the characters of the story is magnificient. It brings to light an important topic that wanders in and out of my mind: time, place, people… Factors which affect the strength of a bond in a relationship. The movie expresses the distancing of friendships and interests through 3 short chapters. This movie completely suggested my earlier thought of “what if’s” and “should have’s.” The one hour compilation had truly touched me into a profound realization.

As I looked deeper into the movie. I saw strong bonds forced to dissipate from a former comfort zone. I had experienced and realized this before, but it feels more insightful and meaningful when conducted into an artistic anime (Sad that I had to find more meaning through an anime… I am somewhat of an Otaku after all…). At that time, I carefully looked at my past associations if there was a countdown to the separation I had experience. I then quietly evaluated if the countdown was decreasing by time or by the strength of a relationship. I will never know at this point.

Sadly, people grow and change. New people arrive. Faces transform from one phase to the next unexpectedly. Seasons fall like a mist brought from the sky. The dancing ripples grow ever distant. Alterations occur with each letter typed. Fortunately, even with the loss of many, I am still content with my entire surroundings and sadness barely lurks within my world.

Now I wait for the next countdown to strike.

The Disappearing Act – Sayonara watashi no tomodachi. Itsu o aimashoo ka?

As the summer progresses, people tend to think of new ideas or submerge into their old “to do list” and check if there are realistic goals that could be currently accomplished. That list may have its tears from being pulverized in those pockets of the pants not worn for 8 months, but it is still legible. One of my friends recently had finally checked something off his list: Move to Africa. For 2 years. He left this morning in fact.

2 years seem very distant, but time rushes unexpectedly. Sadly, the waiting always seems longer than it truly is. Though he may be hours away by plane, days away by car/boat, months-years away by walk (might be a decade for me since I walk slow), memories will always reside in that frontal lobe of mine. Hopefully no imminent strike to my head to destroy my struggling brain cells will occur anytime soon (or at all actually…).

Why have already created two goodbye posts already?!

I just started this blog a few days ago!!

Nani kore?! Kono sayonara wa hontoni kanashii desu yo!

Dammit people, you all should stay bounded already.

Anyways... Since I just created a heartfelt blog about my friend, it's time to replace him. I will start taking applications. Apply within.

Razle

Old News Turned New Again: Pregnancy, The New Fashion?!

I read this in the 24, a local Toronto Newspaper, today. A Czech model, Kurkova, recently is in her maternal stages of life. Congratulations Mrs. Model. Yet, she stated, "you know, it's probably the new thing to be pregnant. It's not to have the Chanel python bag. It's to be pregnant." Such an absurd comment in one sitting. Being preggers is not a recent fashion statement... Nor should it be identified as a form of fahion at all. Giving birth to a living creature that has been thriving from your inner nutrients shouldn't be stamped as fashion (Yes, sounds creepy, but that is the truth). Being able to bear a child is a wonderful thought (not to all people), so don't compare it to you newly bought shoes. I'm sorry, but if you think pregancny is a new fad, then my mother has been through the fad before Mrs. C. Oh yea, by the way, she was with the fad 4 times, and she is pretty much over that fad. Also, according to you, even animals are fashionable before you Mrs. C. These are the same living creatures that helped create those purses that are drowning in the back of your closet, replaced by your "new" trendy style. Even Mary was in the trend before you and she did not even attain a child through natural causes during the biblical ages! (That meant no turkey basters). If you are reading this, please... Go to your nearest clothing store, boutique, or "that favorite place to splurge" and buy a hat, then tilt it in a nice angle. Don't use fashion as an excuse to make a baby. Now, this call for a deep breathing session from all this venting.

Now I'm spent.

Peace.

Razle