It’s been a while since I took the time to write anything about anime/manga on this blog.

Granted, I’ve been taking a course about anime/manga with regular assignments and essays, except in a more serious manner. Academic writing sucks.

I haven’t watched any anime or read much manga for a while now, so I leave you with a meta post.

tl;dr I rant about stuff

In all honesty, I’ve lost much of the passion I once had for anime/manga. I’m not sure whether it’s because of the limited amount of time given to me through university, in which I use the spare time to play LoL with friends (which I enjoy a lot) or it’s because I don’t see any of the series to hold any interest for me to blog anymore.

For example, Mawaru Penguindrum was a mind-blowing series, full of symbolism and subtext although being advertised as a simple comedy, which I enjoyed blogging every episode as an editorial instead of an episodical. I loved doing editorials over episodicals even when they took much longer to write and a lot of effort put in each and every post. To this day, I’m not sure whether I wrote good editorials, but I encourage bloggers to write them to simply share their opinion and in most cases, it allows for a much deeper range of discussion when compared to an episodical.

As I was unsure of my writing skills and how my readers took it in, I took several steps to try and improve my writing. I enrolled in a creative writing course in university and an anime/manga course to engage in discussion about the topic I loved. Nonetheless, I guess I regret not writing at the same time I took these courses, because I probably would have retained a lot more interest in anime when compared to now.

They were a flop. The creative course didn’t help much at all because I didn’t get enough input on my writing, and the teaching assistants weren’t as helpful as I wanted them to be. It turned out to be a grade booster more than anything. The anime/manga course was interesting at first and talked about the history and different genres of anime/manga, but as it was an academic course, a lot of people weren’t engaged in active discussion and was more focused on getting top marks instead of being actually interested in the topics discussed, so that didn’t work out as planned.

I look now at myself in the present. Second year has been a heck of a ride. Don’t count me out as a fan just yet, because I kind of threw my whole life away to pursue my future blindly. I picked up Japanese to learn the history and original language anime/manga came from, and if things go well, it’ll be my major from when I graduate from university. I worked hard to boost my average after my terrible performance in first year, which cost me dearly for my future (protip: work your ass off in first year). I’m enjoying my prospective major, but I missed out on many other possible opportunities on other majors, to which I can’t say I don’t regret. However, the past is the past, and I’ve moved on. I saved up money to attend Anime Expo in the summer, albeit with a limited budget. I plan on doing exchange next year over the summer in Japan and got my grades back in shape. Things are going pretty well.

The reason why I considered the major in the first place, however, is not. Japanese is slowly wrecking my English grammar and vocabulary (I presume my brain can only handle that much) and I haven’t been watching any anime despite trying hard to learn Japanese. I went through many phases in second year, one painful phase where I became anal about my appearance/what others said about me/etc. In short, bought a lot of clothes and became extremely introverted and cold to the people around me. I wasn’t happy at all with my life and hated who I had become. I’m glad I got over it and went back to normal (not giving any f***s about anything) but it was a good learning experience.

But enough about personal experiences. I’ve learned and I’ve moved on. Stay positive, ganbatte. You know the drill. I’m looking forward to working as a translator, hopefully in the government, or being an interpretor or whatnot. Anything that allows me to work in Japan is fine. Or even the fun of picking up a language is sufficient.

In the best case scenario, the next season will blow me away and I’ll have more time in the summer to get back into anime again, but I’m not counting on it. Sure, I can keep on writing and writing, but it will end up half-heartedly. I keep giving myself big expectations to fulfill to myself and the readers, and it puts me off blogging. Combined with a wavering passion to something I had thought that I would love for a long time, I don’t know what to do with the blog anymore. I still don’t know my writing style and what I should write.

Games are played to have fun. Blogs are made to express opinion. And for now, I don’t have much on my mind.

To my scarce readers, which point are you at in your blogging life?

Black.

Pitch black.

It was a cold night out. It was getting late.

But I didn’t care. I was too enamored with filming to notice my surroundings.

Only the sound of crickets and pouring water near the bridge I was on filled my eardrums while I tested out my Fusika P30. Earlier in the day, I had entered high ISO film into the camera, but I could only see the faint glimmers of stars as I looked through the camera lenses on a dark, quiet night.

I shifted my glasses to take a clearer look, but to no avail. Damn light pollution, I muttered under my breath.

They usually say that when people die, they go to heaven. But I doubt it.

When you die, you live on in peoples’ hearts, as a treasured memory. That’s the way it should be.

That’s how it is for my parents, whose memories continue to live on in my heart.

Nonetheless, people grow old. People forget. And I was aware of that. But I still had my camera and my photos, so I would never forget. In any case, I hope I never will.

I guess I won’t be getting anything out of this film tonight, I thought to myself. I shouldn’t waste sweat and blood just to film a few stars.

The wind grew stronger as I felt it toy around with my hair, blowing it from side to side as the grass danced along in the scenery.

I turned around to take a panorama shot, but as I turned, I was suddenly blinded.

A large flash of blue light. The ground shook as I opened my eyes in shock.

“W-What the-?!”

As I looked up to see what was happening before my very eyes, I could only make out some thing falling. Something with rockets attached onto it. Was it a spaceship? I thought. Certainly space shuttles wouldn’t land in such a place, wouldn’t it?

Oh yeah, and another thing. It was something that was falling extremely, extremely fast.

It was only a split second as that thing crashed into the ground, devastating everything in its wake.

An explosion. Then a sonic boom.

The sound of my body slamming against the wall was the only thing I could hear as I was forced off the ground. I could have sworn I broke a few bones as well, but I could only focus on the searing pain throughout my body.

Blood trickled down from my wounds and soaked my clothing in a bright red. My glasses broke into many shards, flying along with me into the depths into the waters below. But I couldn’t care about any of that.

I was as good as dead. I could only see a blur as I hurled towards the waters, inch by inch. Time seemed to move in slow motion as a giant wave formed in front of me, claiming my body as its own in only a few moments to come.

I guess this is it. Will I go to heaven now? Probably not. I hope I live on in someone’s heart now. Maybe my sister will remember me. Or my friends. In any case, I was too injured to even mutter a word of frustration.

I gazed up as water drops pounded my eyes, obstructing my vision even more. I took a last look at my camera before resigning to my fate.

But suddenly, I felt a force lifting me up. Pulling me up through the nothingness of air.

A hand. What a beautiful hand. Was it an angel from heaven after all?

I tried to force open my eyes with the last of my strength. It was no use.

A glimpse of scarlet.

I dunno. I just felt like writing. Too early on in the season to make any editorials, after all. Also, super belated New Years. The OP/ED are nice.

Tis a story ’bout a writer, Seinime was his name,
He was once a decent blogger, but now all he does is game.
And as Christmas loomed by, he thought of constructing a post,
But neglected his blog instead, approving a comment or two at most.
His blog began to fade, losing readers by the day,
He knew something had to be done, before everything went astray.
“That’s it!” he exclaimed. “I know just what to do!”
So he logged back onto his blog, certain he thought it through.
“I’ll write a grand story,” he said. “Everyone’ll be amazed!”
But alas, he couldn’t think; his mind was in a daze.
His sleep was minimal, it was nothing to boast,
He had bought too many games, so now his wallet was toast.
He resigned to writing up rhymes, akin to Mother Goose,
They were probably much worse when compared to Dr. Seuss.
“Forget it,” he sighed, “I’ll just change up some stuff.”
“Put up a new background image, there, close enough.”
Use a Fate/Zero image, surely it’s relevant,
To all you lolicons out there, a late Christmas present.
Have a Merry Christmas guys, and Happy Holidays,
Hope you had a good time partying the night away.
I’m too lazy to proofread my rhymes, so I’ll end it right here.
I wish you the best, with all my holiday cheer.
We’ll meet next year, when I have more time to write,
And Sankarea’s anime should be out, wait, isn’t that right?
Ah, the joys of Christmas, it’s always a good sight,
I’ll probably end up playing LoL overnight.

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After a month’s break to prepare for finals and whatnot, I consider myself ready to be a fledgling blogger again.

Then all the games poured in. Excuse the overused joke of a title. The mandatory status update post.

What has happened?

• League of Legends (man, this game is so addictinggggggggggggggggggggg. Ezreal/GP I love you guys.) + friend = good bye, sweet time.
• Steam sales (missed Portal 2 at 10$. F***.) 
• FUS RO DAH
• Riichi mahjong (onling japanese mahjong game finally removed IP block, fun times ensue) + I must watch Saki
• Other various distractions 
• Time = lost
• Faith in this season < motivation < play ALL the games!
• Probably doomed for all exams

Nevertheless, time to salvage up the old backlog and see if I can make anything out of it.

Awesome episode. Lots of fanservice scenes and some of the fight scenes were really well animated. I guess I was wrong about this series after all. Epic.

Summary:

- Potato Salad -
40g Potato (1.41 oz)
10g Carrot (0.35 oz)
400cc Water (1.69 u.s. cup)
1/2 tsp Salt
4cm Cucumber (1.57 inch)
A pinch of Salt
1 tbsp Sweet Corn
1/2 tsp Vinegar
A pinch of Sugar
A pinch of Black Pepper
1 tsp Mayonnaise
1 Cherry Tomato
- Chicken Karaage -
50g Chicken (1.76 oz)
2/3 tbs Kimchi Base
or 1/2 Soy Sauce + 1/2 Sake + Grated Garlic
1 tsp Potato Starch
Frying Oil

- Honey Glazed Pumpkin -
40g Pumpkin (1.41 oz)
Honey
Toasted Black Sesame Seeds
1/8 Apple

- Onigiri -
140g Fresh Steamed Rice (4.94 oz)
Noritama Furikake – Egg & Seaweed
Yukari Furikake – Red Shiso Leaf
2 sheets of 19×5cm Toasted Nori (7.5×2 inch)

- Spinach Tamagoyaki -
1 Egg
40g Spinach (1.41 oz)
1 tsp Soy Sauce

1 Vienna Sausage
1/2 tsp Oil

Impressions:

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It’s…way harder than it looks. I mean, even harder than how you think how hard it is. Takes so long as well…but so fun to make. Didn’t really like how they fried a lot of things, though.

P.S. No, I’m never taking this series seriously. I mean, come on, they can make another series with the fundings…how about Mysterious Girlfriend X?

P.S.S. 7.55 on MAL? This show is good?! Peoples’ standards these days…

P.S.S.S. Still pretty busy, yeah…

]]> http://ganbatte.kokidokom.net/2011/11/02/ben-to-episode-5-impressions/feed/ 4 http://ganbatte.kokidokom.net/2011/10/31/intermissions-november-the-month-of-many-worries/ http://ganbatte.kokidokom.net/2011/10/31/intermissions-november-the-month-of-many-worries/#comments Mon, 31 Oct 2011 21:28:42 +0000 Seinime http://ganbatte.kokidokom.net/?p=1012

Alright, maybe not the N1 after all.

Although I’d like to just cut down on posting for a bit, I noticed that I haven’t been following much anime lately in terms of blogging, watching, and commentating.  Heck, I’ve been rushed in terms of blogging that I even forgot to categorize some posts and add tags. Not good. I cringe at the fact that I have to make a post like this again, but it had to be done.

Posting quite late as I am (since I try to follow a three post a week rule), it feels like I’m still going for editorials at the episodical schedule. Along with November being the month before finals, I am inclined to postpone this altogether. However, it isn’t just this. I usually find the time to study a bit per day anyways and maintain blogging.

tl;dr I feel the need to slow down (mind you, I don’t plan on kicking the bucket for at least a few years to come) this month due to:

• again, point form (what a smarty)
• The freaking JLPT. I realized that I am not learning enough from what I learn in class to save me a passing mark in the JLPT N3. In retrospect, I should have just paid and prepared for N2 next year, but I already paid, darn it. Long story short, I need the time to get back from school late and start studying for it. Exam is in next month, yikes, and the materials I have are supposed to be studied over the course of three months. Double yikes. My speech sucks, my writing sucks, I need to improve fast.
• Not school. School’s fine. Exams are fine. It’s the writing. I started up this blog to keep me writing English so I don’t lose out on grammar or spelling mistakes, since Japanese is starting to mess up those a bit. And especially after writing a few Japanese essays in an attempt to get scholarships/chances to study abroad in Japan, my mind’s messed up. I also have to write another long essay on political science in a few weeks, so for now my English is covered and I’m brain dead.
• All this will just give me writer’s block -> worrying/panicking -> crappy posts -> more worry -> negative cycle
• Also to be honest, not much interest in this season, which might affect the negative cycle more. Maybe the last season set my standard or something, but I’m not finding the sparkle in this season. I’ll finish Benn-Toh in due time. Maybe some posts if I spot anything eye catching. Guilty Crown doesn’t count.
• Also I hate writing up these posts because the time spent to write a post like this could be used to write a better post.

tl;dr I need a break again and I only got enough time now to study like crazy/watch a bit here and there/maybe some posts once in a while this month.

So yeah, sorry. Call me a quitter(s never win) and unsubscribe and do whatever. I’ll leave popularity/stats to the better bloggers. See you guys more in December, with 159% better posts. I plan on taking a creative writing course next term, wooooooooooooo

…and uh, Happy Halloween?

P.S. It’s not even November yet, I feel like such a quitter. No, I’m not quitting, it’s only been like, a month or two?

P.S.S. This computer’s qqqq key is stuck qqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqq

tl;dr ignore this blog until december

Source: http://konachan.net/post/show/14641/clouds-flowers-grass-hermes-kino-kino_no_tabi-kuro

“The desire to fly is an idea handed down to us by our ancestors who…looked enviously on the birds soaring freely through space…on the infinite highway of the air.” – Wilbur Wright

I always took the gift of flight for granted. As with many other inventions. However, in retrospect, I really should be thinking about it more. Although I have not been keeping that well with the current fall line-up, I want to give a special mention to Kino no Tabi, a series that I’ve followed for a bit in SCCSAV, an anime watching group. One episode that really caught my attention is episode 8.

A long story short, it’s about a girl who takes flight.

Long before the invention of the airplane, people always dreamt of the dream of flying through the air. No one thought it could be done. Except for a girl and two men. In the episode, it is a girl with a dream. In real life, it is a dream shared between two brothers. Regardless, both were shunned or laughed upon for even trying to attempt the impossible.

Further humiliated is the girl who dreams, as the contraption she has worked so hard for many years is forced to be taken down. Even her boyfriend urges her not to endanger her life for such a reckless dream. However, Kino, the protagonist, urges her to realize her dream to the very end.

In the end, she flies. She fulfils her dream. The people of the town call her a “mage”, a modern day miracle maker. However, what isn’t important is that “she flew”. It’s that “she flies”. She realized her dream to the very end, very ganbatte-like. In the end, the airplane wasn’t what took flight; it was herself. If she hadn’t pushed until the very end, nothing would have soared above the sky. The same could possibly be said for the Wright brothers.

Kino herself, when asked why she helped her, simply replies with: “I didn’t know it could fly. [I didn't have any particular] reason. But, it flies“, which makes me ponder as well “the range of human potential”.

So, just try things. As they say, you never know until you try. Take flight. Ganbatte.

Also a shoutout to this beautiful background. Didn’t know it was from Kino no Tabi until recently. I’ve had it as my wallpaper for quite a while now.

Another day at school. I got my midterms back today. Surprisingly, I had aced them, having only gotten one or two wrong answers.

A few months had passed. I had worked hard to change myself. I knew that I had too many flaws, and that I had to change in order to improve my image. The other people had stuck with their original uniforms and haircuts, but I wasn’t satisfied with that. Over time, I gradually began to get new clothes and a new hairstyle. I threw out the rest of my old clothes. I began to do better in class. No longer had I slacked off and ditch classes. In a short period of time, I had become one of the top students in my class. Even the teachers were surprised at my sudden improvement.

Secretly, I had been sneaking out to get in gang fights as well. I ditched the supermarket and the 50% off crap. It was boring and didn’t help me at all. I used some of my university savings and spent it on workout material and luxury clothes. University could wait. I had to change now.

Eventually, I noticed that some of the girls were eyeing me as well. I certainly out-shined most of the average students in my class. But I ignored them and gave them the cold shoulder. None of them were worth my time any more. I didn’t want to have anything to do with any girls from school. I didn’t change myself just because of them.

It was dark out as I finished my last class. I had applied for extra courses so that I could eventually get a scholarship when I applied to university. My grades were in the top 25%, after all. Passing the supermarket, I went to the area where there were gang fights usually going on.

One person only today. How weak. I guess they’re all recovering from their wounds, I thought to myself. I was doing the same. The lone person approached me, seeming to want a fight. However, I shot a bloodshot glare at him, and he got the signal. He walked off shortly.

I let out a sigh and continued walking home. I turned the corner and got to my home. Unexpectedly standing there was the girl I had first met. What was she doing here, I thought to myself. I definitely don’t remember having anything to do with her she ditched me the first time. The look on her face, however, I couldn’t ignore. All the life had been drained from her face.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Something happen?” I asked. No point in having her mope around my house. I wanted to rest.

“Nothing much, I guess. I-I just broke up with my boyfriend…” she responded. “He didn’t seem to want me any more.”

“Oh…” I was surprised myself. “Come in then, I guess. No point in standing out here in the cold…” I was at a loss of words. But I still wanted her out of my way. And although I seriously wanted to push her away, it seemed too harsh to do at the time.

She stepped inside the house. I asked to turn on the lights, but she refused. It was then when she burst into tears.

She told me about her situation. How she caught the guy dating another girl. How the guy’s demeanor suddenly changed for the worse when she told him she knew. How the guy had almost beaten her for not loving him back, and how she had run away today in fear of seeing him again in class. No wonder I haven’t seen her in a while.

I didn’t know what to do. I would be lying to myself if I had just left her there. I couldn’t be such a rude guy, even if she had ditched me.

I forced my face into a smile. A fragile smile from a beat-up guy like me. I didn’t know I had the capacity to smile any more. As if to say “everything will be ok.” And then, I embraced her. I comforted her. I lied through my teeth, but I hugged her tightly nonetheless. She cried it all out into my arms, and I had comforted her when no one else could. But why me, I wondered? Why not someone else? Why not her parents? Or her friends?

I walked her back to her house. On the way, we stopped by a playground. She wanted to stay there for a while, so I accompanied her.

We sat on a bench and reminisced. I still remember the time when I first met her, and so did she. I guess she didn’t completely forgot me after all.

After wiping off her tears, she asked me of my own wounds. I told her it was nothing. I had gotten into fights almost every other day, anyways. My body had gotten used to it.

“You look hurt. Let me help you.” she requested. “Sure, I guess.” 

As she wiped off the blood, she asked me. “Um…what do you like in girls?”

“Hmm…nothing in particular, really. Just need a nice girl who’d treat me well, vice versa. Not really been thinking about it.” I replied. Probably the only true thing I said in a while.

“O-Oh. Well…you know…um…”

“Yeah?”

“I think I actually like you.”

“Oh. Well, that’s nice.”

“I mean…I l-love you.”

“…”

“You’re not just saying that because you ditched your boyfriend, right?”  This seemed too convenient.

“No! It’s actually…umm…well…you didn’t really come to school, and recently you seem to have improved a lot, and you’re a lot nicer now than before, and getting good grades and such…you know?”

“I guess. Heh, you sound like a class president.”

“I-I am the class president!”

“…Oh.”

“You didn’t know?! *pfft*”

“Heheh…”

We burst into laughter. It looks like we knew little about each other in certain parts too. The mood felt lighter after that. We talked a bit more. I felt better myself. Maybe she wasn’t such a bad person herself.

I walked her home. As we arrived at her doorstep, I decided to reply to her.

“I’ll think about what you said. Maybe we can start anew again tomorrow. You know, as more than friends.”

She replied with a smile that seemed brighter than her usual smiles.

“I’d love that. Well, good night.”

“Night.”

On that night, I saw the life restore to her gloomy face. And perhaps a bit of beauty as well.

“Oh, and you know what? ” she said.

“Hmm?”

I turned back.

I saw her face, close to me, leaning in for a kiss.

I couldn’t resist. Maybe I should give her a chance, after all. I leaned in myself, lips getting closer-

Suddenly, darkness.

…

Sudden pain.

My eyes regained vision. I quickly checked my surroundings for what had happened.

Hardwood floor.

Blankets in a mess next to me.

My room.

A lot of the shows I’m following for this season have a bad feeling of deja vu to them. Usually, it’s happy news to see the manga you love get green-lit for an anime adaptation, but I’m not feeling the love this season.

Before this season started, I took a look at what all the sources was. Obviously, Persona 4 came from the game, and the others were a mix of light novel/manga/you-name-it turned into anime.

I jumped when they announced Persona 4 was going to have an anime adaptation. I could see all the action packed into episodes that jumped straight into the point? Great. But when it actually aired, combined with studio problems, all the interactivity seemed to drain from the game when all I would see is what I’ve done being animated. With the fights become shorter and less spectacular as well. Before you flame me for not being thankful for an anime adaptation, let’s move to exhibit #2.

Mirai Nikki and Tomodachi ga Sukunai were also fairly good candidates to become anime. I was really looking forward to Mirai Nikki in particular, since there are some scenes that would look really good animated. Tomodachi is going well as of now, but Mirai Nikki seems to lose the sparkle it had in the manga when transitioning into the animated aspect. This might seem like a huge “manga > anime” post, so I’ll withhold any further negative opinions for now. We’ve only just begun, anyways.

But sometimes I wonder how much experiencing anime in its original forms can enhance our viewing experience (either through watching the epic scene you’ve read over and over again come to fruition) or if it were better to experience it fresh from scratch.

Credits to Yumekichi11 for this image stitch. http://myanimelist.net/blog.php?eid=173361

The first episode of Guilty Crown was hard to finish. No, it wasn’t because the visuals were bad, or that I felt that there were a lot of similarities with Code Geass.

This was because I had to stop myself from replaying the insert song over and over again in the beginning.

Aside from Euterpe, the insert song and supercell’s songs and singers (new ones this time) being infectious to my ears (as in, still playing as I type this post out), there are a lot of other references to viruses, infections and other forms of medical lingo in Guilty Crown. But I won’t delve too much into the specifics, don’t worry.

First of all is the obligatory Code Geass comparisons, which a lot of bloggers refer to when talking about Guilty Crown. Just like Code Geass, Japan is suppressed and simply referred to by a number (Area 11 vs. Ward #s). The people are also looked down upon, treated like lower status citizens, similar to the servant/serf noble system back in old ages.

Instead of the intelligent and cunning Lelouch, you get Mr. I’ll-Probably-Never-Amount-To-Anything-Unless-I-Somehow-Gain-Superpowers protagonist, Ouma Shu. But thinking about it, I’m fine with this as in real life, people like Lelouch are one in a million (probably over-exaggerating) any ways. Either way, this story isn’t without its cliche bits. Cowardly protagonist and generic band of friends, with a resistance movement and some badass characters to obviously fight the man.

And of course, the first episode is dedicated to introducing the plot with some nice action scenes, as well as Ouma going from useless to overpowered in the blink of an eye. The thought process is simple and overused: “I can’t do anything to change anything” -> meet a girl I really like -> “time to be out of character and die for a girl I just met” -> lucky, I’m the main character and I get superpowers instead of dying. The power of love.

However, while Japan is conquered under the royal kingdom of Britannia as a result of of their desire for conquest in Code Geass, in Guilty Crown Japan is brought down by an apocalyptic virus “Lost Christmas” epidemic in Japan, possibly giving up their nationality for a cure/vaccine to the multinational organization GHQ. Somehow you get the feeling that they’re the ones behind all this, as stories usually go. Profit over people, unfortunately. But who knows, I’m over-thinking it at the first episode already.

Guilty Crown seems to revolve around this virus concept. The Japanese people are few and far between; some are privileged, while some lay in the alleys, simply succumbing to their fate, or possibly plotting against it. I’m not sure how the main female protagonist, Inori (shown in the first pic), manages to be popular on TouYube while seemingly in the resistance group as well. Nonetheless, GHQ wants her for whatever reason there is, possibly the container she possesses, marking the Japanese as infected then proceeding to purge the area “clean” with blood in their Glasgows mechas just to chase her down. The Japanese can be considered already “deceased”, as Gai, a member of the resistance force, points out.

As Ouma gets his powers from saving Inori, it seems like he can be the permanent “cure” for the Japanese people as he slashes and hacks his way to a possible victory. There’s much more to be desired after the first episode, but Guilty Crown has be poisoned already and needing the antidote.