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Tuesday, 30 July 2013
Goodbye, old faithful
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Saturday, 29 June 2013
New fuckin' York
Catching my flight to JFK airport tonight! Honestly, I'm a bit scared... Flying alone, and knowing no one in one of the largest (in every aspect) cities in the world. Meh, perfect opportunity to become more independent! I probably won't post even though I'll have WiFi, don't want to miss too much of the city and people. Though I'll keep my brand-new Instagram updated, my username is kuman_rus, follow me!
...ohmyGOD I am excited. This is still not fully registered. Okay, bye.
...ohmyGOD I am excited. This is still not fully registered. Okay, bye.
Friendship
Last night, I went to a party with some of my not exactly closest friends, but I realized how much I love these kids. None of us are perfect, and each of us have their own problems and opinions, and somehow, we make it work. Even though I don't know much about most of them, I see them every day at school and can turn to them in times of trouble, and that made me really happy and sad at the same time. Happy because I know we would all stand up for each other (even though it doesn't really seem like it when the guys are calling each other gay and the girls are arguing about which hairstyle looks better), and sad because it won't bee too long until we have to go our separate ways, onto jobs, or higher education.
I love you guys. Seriously.
I love you guys. Seriously.
Wednesday, 26 June 2013
Get off my planet
This child is smiling because her daddy just bought her a new doll. This child lives in a loving home with her parents and siblings, goes to school with her neighborhood friends, and loves to laugh. She dreams of getting a puppy for Christmas. This little girl is Miley Cyrus.
This picture made me so sad. Celebrities build up their fan base slowly, while their haters seem to multiply twice as fast. And who are celebrities, really? They're people, just like us. They have the entire array of human emotions and are just as sensitive as the next person, but somehow, we feel it is okay to hate on them for no particular reason. Why do we assume that they are immune to nasty comments, public displays of anger, and especially cyber bullying (because that's what it is), just due to the fact that they have more money than us? Money can't buy happiness.
Every time I hear that Justin Beiber got booed on while receiving an award or that Demi Lovato got called fat, I think of how they must feel. Because to them, one hater at the concert represents hundreds at home. If one negative comment sticks with us for years, why do we think it's acceptable to say things such as, "Oh God, change the channel, quick!! I hate Justin Beiber, he makes me sick." or ask our friends, "If you had one bullet, would you shoot Justin Beiber or Nicki Minaj?".
You hate their music, fine, fair enough. But you better have a damn good reason for hating them.
Monday, 24 June 2013
New York City
I still can't get over the fact that I'll be flying to New York City on my own a few days from now. Let the globe trekking adventures continue! Exploring the Manhattan area for the entire month of July, eating at cool hole-in-the-wall places (New York pizza!), taking pictures of everything, marveling at the art of the city, the people, and the music; soaking up the sun in Central Park, and roaming the city streets every day, learning them by heart. I am seriously excited, even for the flight there. This is crazy, I've been dreaming of traveling for as long as I can remember, and now this is all happening all at once: first to Italy, now to NYC, then back to Hawaii. A little crazy, huh? I love it. Feeling so fortunate right now.
What I am listening to: Cool and Calm (Dumbfoundead)
What I am thinking of: the NYC scene, of course
What I should be doing: playing guitar
What I want to do: go to New York already, nothing to do here
What I am listening to: Cool and Calm (Dumbfoundead)
What I am thinking of: the NYC scene, of course
What I should be doing: playing guitar
What I want to do: go to New York already, nothing to do here
Sunday, 23 June 2013
Tuesday, 18 June 2013
Monday, 17 June 2013
More Often Than Sometimes
We'll always have the obvious. It reminds us who and where we are, it lives like a heart shaped like a jar, that we hand to others and ask, "Can you open this for me?"
We always get the same answer.
"Not without breaking it."
Shane Koyczan
Saturday, 15 June 2013
on the same page
"Life's long, and there are going to be times like this, highs and lows."
Natsuo Kirino, Out
Tuesday, 11 June 2013
Golden Ticket
Summer is so close, I can almost see it! Two more exams and then months full of sunshine, bubble tea, adventure, and new friends! I am so stoked, seriously. I've worked hard for this.
What I am listening to: Fullmetal Alchemist OST
What I am thinking of: this is really good music to hum along to while working
What I should be doing: getting back to my English assignment
What I want to do: work out...
What I am listening to: Fullmetal Alchemist OST
What I am thinking of: this is really good music to hum along to while working
What I should be doing: getting back to my English assignment
What I want to do: work out...
Thursday, 6 June 2013
Wednesday, 5 June 2013
Plastic Soup
We fucked up. So what. Don't tell me that 7 billion people can't put their hearts and minds together to fix a problem they themselves caused. Don't tell me that you can't stop your mindless consumption of plastic bottles because the pristine drinking water from the tap, the best in the world, is not good enough for you. Don't dare tell me that this is the way of life now, that you can't change anything because you are "only one person". Aren't we all just one person? A unit of life, a single cell in the living, breathing organism that is the Earth. If one cell heals itself, it will cause a chain reaction, and soon, the entire system will be cleansed. But if no one starts, how can anyone follow?
Monday, 3 June 2013
Opinion: Salt Fish Girl

A valiant attempt at a great sci-fi story, the only thing Salt Fish Girl lacks is some explanation of certain aspects that would have otherwise made for a masterpiece. The ideas are not so far-fetched, and easily imaginable in the course of our society. Larissa Lai's writing is beautiful and intriguing, and the future she portrays, one in which humanity comes face to face with the repercussions of its greedy, destructive, nature-meddling ways, is both fascinating and scary.
Following two characters in alternative settings, the reader plunges head first into the pungent smells of 19th century China and the futuristic Pacific Northwest. With an ageless female character who shifts form through time and place, the stink of salt fish and durians, backfiring biotechnology, and love that is not quite human, Salt Fish Girl is an intensely gripping read.
The character development is plausible and the way the story unravels is distinctly different than what I am used to. The aura of mystery doesn't dissolve completely at the end, and leaves the reader fitting together the puzzle pieces. The various components play exceptionally with each other, and come to perfect harmony at the end.
The story itself is captivating and highly readable, balancing the elements of surprise and calmness quite well, allowing the reader some breathing breaks between plot line shocks. Playing more on the emotions of the reader rather than making fool-proof logical sense, the book made me glad that my fate was not that of the characters, that I was safe and sound at home.
It would be rewarding to read the novel more than once, as there are some parts that do not click together immediately. More than a few times, I had to flip back a few chapters to connect the dots, and moments of epiphany like these made the novel shine.
Sunday, 2 June 2013
Saturday, 1 June 2013
Friday, 31 May 2013
Gambare!
I think we all need a little encouragement at this point in the school year. I'm so tired of this school thing, I just wish summer vacation would hurry up already. But before I can relax and feel carefree, I must go through all my exams, even if it means stumbling through them. Which is not what I plan on doing - let's try our best and finish the school year with a bang, everyone! With determination, we can conquer anything, especially if that something is a piece of paper with some questions we know the answers to. And if we don't, just guess.
PS: Gambare = "try your best!" in Japanese
What I am listening to: Namonaki Tane (alan)
What I am thinking of: the MMVA awards coming up
What I should be doing: relaxing after a fun day with friends and before a long week of studying
What I want to do: watch After Earth, omg
PS: Gambare = "try your best!" in Japanese
What I am listening to: Namonaki Tane (alan)
What I am thinking of: the MMVA awards coming up
What I should be doing: relaxing after a fun day with friends and before a long week of studying
What I want to do: watch After Earth, omg
Thursday, 30 May 2013
Wednesday, 29 May 2013
Tuesday, 28 May 2013
Go On
What I am listening to: some Coffee Shop playlist from Songza
What I am thinking of: we put too much butter in this shrimp Alfredo pasta
What I should be doing: studying, obviously
What I want to do: print photos, finally finish my Italy Journal
Sunday, 26 May 2013
Saturday, 25 May 2013
Thursday, 23 May 2013
Feeling Inspired
Yesterday, I watched the entire graduating class of 2013 walk across the stage and receive their diplomas. It felt odd, seeing my friends in long black gowns and graduation caps (and all of them taller than me, some girls wearing five-inch heels). I secretly envied them with a smile on my face, thinking of all the exciting new opportunities they will be faced with once high school is officially over. But I was also glad that I had one more year to make more friends and more memories, and to continue picking up the slack from all the past years, so that I can make my parents proud when I receive more awards than they could hope for. It was a great feeling, to see my friends become adults almost overnight, and to know I can still improve.
Tuesday, 21 May 2013
on the same page
Mrs. Sharma gave us a detention, though only for twenty minutes. Still, I felt very pleased with myself. I'd finally done something worthy of punishment. The world was opening up.
Larissa Lai, Salt Fish Girl
Larissa Lai, Salt Fish Girl
Monday, 20 May 2013
Original > Common
"What are you wearing??" - she hisses, stalking past you with a revolted, but satisfied grimace on her face. Admit it, we have all heard that at least once in the past year.
People are so critical of each other these days. Why does it matter how a person dresses or what type of music they like? We base so much off appearances and are too hard-headed to see past the outside and understand what each individual is all about. It is unfair to judge someone on just their exterior, weren't we all taught that as children? Never judge a book by its cover, they told us.
There are various styles of music (pop, rock, country, rap, K-pop, J-pop, whatever) so we could enjoy them, not be critical of the ones that don't appeal specifically to us. And most of the time, we are ashamed to admit that we like a certain type of music, because it is deemed "unpopular" in our society, and we are forced to pretend to only listen to the Top 30. To me, that is one of the sadder things of this world. Why are we prevented from appreciating the beauty of all styles of music just because it might not be common? And if it is common, why do we automatically bash it? You like One Direction, a British boy band? Great, I like Yiruma, a Korean pianist. Let's be friends, you might be cool.
In the end, we are all human, and we all want the same things. Happiness, love, peace. Think about that the next time you open your mouth to criticize someone.
What I am listening to: Are We There Yet - Dumbfoundead
People are so critical of each other these days. Why does it matter how a person dresses or what type of music they like? We base so much off appearances and are too hard-headed to see past the outside and understand what each individual is all about. It is unfair to judge someone on just their exterior, weren't we all taught that as children? Never judge a book by its cover, they told us.
There are various styles of music (pop, rock, country, rap, K-pop, J-pop, whatever) so we could enjoy them, not be critical of the ones that don't appeal specifically to us. And most of the time, we are ashamed to admit that we like a certain type of music, because it is deemed "unpopular" in our society, and we are forced to pretend to only listen to the Top 30. To me, that is one of the sadder things of this world. Why are we prevented from appreciating the beauty of all styles of music just because it might not be common? And if it is common, why do we automatically bash it? You like One Direction, a British boy band? Great, I like Yiruma, a Korean pianist. Let's be friends, you might be cool.
In the end, we are all human, and we all want the same things. Happiness, love, peace. Think about that the next time you open your mouth to criticize someone.
What I am listening to: Are We There Yet - Dumbfoundead
What I am thinking of: maaan, this song...
What I should be doing: my homework, I'm going to be slaughtered
What I want to do: just chill or something, I dunno
Saturday, 18 May 2013
How to Write Good
1. Avoid Alliteration. Always.
2. Prepositions are not words to end sentences with.
3. Avoid clichés like the plague. They're old hat.
4. Comparisons are as bad as clichés.
5. Be more or less specific.
6. Writers should never generalize.
Seven: Be consistent!
8. Don't be redundant; don't use more words than necessary; it's highly superfluous.
9. Who needs rhetorical questions?
10. Exaggeration is a million times worse than understatement.
2. Prepositions are not words to end sentences with.
3. Avoid clichés like the plague. They're old hat.
4. Comparisons are as bad as clichés.
5. Be more or less specific.
6. Writers should never generalize.
Seven: Be consistent!
8. Don't be redundant; don't use more words than necessary; it's highly superfluous.
9. Who needs rhetorical questions?
10. Exaggeration is a million times worse than understatement.
Sunday, 12 May 2013
Silencio
Like most people, I love music. Unlike most people, I descend into depressive madness after living a day empty of music. Even as I write this, there is a song playing. It's perfect.
But sometimes, I walk outside and think, I'm going to listen to the birds and the rain. I'm going to take my earphones out of my ears and hear the sounds of the world, whether it be the cars or the wind. It is all music to my ears.
What I am listening to: Send Me the Moon (Sara Bareilles)
What I am thinking of: this song... pure perfection.
What I should be doing: preparing for my math quiz, don't want to bomb it again
What I want to do: nothing really, I'm happy here
Friday, 10 May 2013
New Obsession: Pentatonix
Avi, Kirstie, Scott, Mitch, Kevin |
Dear school, thank you for having a Pro-D day today so we could go see my brand-new love yesterday, the a cappella group Pentatonix. Coming from Los Angeles on their second national headlining tour, they blew my socks off. I found out about them from a friend on my trip to Italy, and fell in love with them from then on. The decision to go to the concert was a bit sudden and spontaneous, but that's partially why the night was so much fun.
In 2011, Pentatonix won the third season of the Sing-Off, have since released 2 albums, and are currently working on their third studio release. As expected from the name, the group consists of five diverse members, each irreplaceable: Scott Hoying (leader of group, lead voice, age 21), Mitch Grassi (youngest of group, mezzo-soprano, age 20), Kirstie Maldonado (soprano, age 20), Avi Kaplan (vocal bass, age 23), and Kevin Olusola (beat boxer, cellist, Yale graduate, age 24).The concert was really amazing. The whole show was put together so well, all the elements played perfectly with each other and the music really came to life. Everyone in the hall enjoyed it so much that we all sang "We Are Young" at the top of our lungs with Pentatonix for their second song of the standing ovation. It was an incredible feeling, to be off in my own little world while being a part of something much more powerful.
Wednesday, 8 May 2013
Lumos
There may be just one thing you might not know about me. I freaking love Harry Potter.
I grew up reading the books, watching the movies, and waiting for my acceptance letter from Hogwarts. Some stories are forgotten within days or weeks, but there are a select few that stay with us forever. Those are the tales that mould and shape us into who we are today.
Perhaps you find it difficult to understand my connection with the series, so let me explain. If you grew up with Disney, you can relate. Even though we've grown up and no longer believe in magic or fairy tales, we are flooded with memories and nostalgia whenever we see a picture or hear a song from our childhood.
This story is here to stay.
I grew up reading the books, watching the movies, and waiting for my acceptance letter from Hogwarts. Some stories are forgotten within days or weeks, but there are a select few that stay with us forever. Those are the tales that mould and shape us into who we are today.
Perhaps you find it difficult to understand my connection with the series, so let me explain. If you grew up with Disney, you can relate. Even though we've grown up and no longer believe in magic or fairy tales, we are flooded with memories and nostalgia whenever we see a picture or hear a song from our childhood.
This story is here to stay.
Tuesday, 30 April 2013
Sunday, 28 April 2013
Friday, 26 April 2013
In Our Hands
I'm not an environmentalist. Really, I'm not. I crank up the heating when I get cold, take fifteen-minute showers, eat from non-recyclable containers, and don't let it mellow. But I do appreciate a good wakeup call now and again, just to remind myself how precious our little blue planet really is.
To live in an environmentally-friendly world would not mean going full-out organic vegan mode, or collecting rainwater for our bi-weekly showers. Cars would not go extinct and contact with other nations would not be lost; likewise, people would not become forest-dwellers, relying on nothing but the energy of the Sun God.
There are thousands of developing ideas from all over the world and from all sorts of different people feeling remorseful of the way the Earth is treated. Some are in effect already, such as harvest of solar power, sales of partially or fully electric cars, bans on plastic bags, and use of energy-saving light bulbs. The terrifying environmentalist advertisements bombarding the public today contain figures that are true, but conclusions that could not be any more false. It's not all doom and gloom, people! Humans need power and resources, and that is the price we pay for having the most evolved brain of all species on the planet. Now it is up to us to use those brains and differentiate between what is right and what is wrong, and take the appropriate measures to be active, conscious citizens of the world. For now, while we wait for truly brilliant environmentally-friendly ideas to emerge, the least we can do is switch off the lights when not needed. It really is the easiest thing we will do all day.
Monday, 22 April 2013
Sunday, 21 April 2013
Saturday, 20 April 2013
Opinion: The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I understand why this book is so important to a large of teenagers and young adults. Depression, anxiety, and the drama of growing up are all presented through the eyes of a socially awkward but secretly brilliant 15-year old boy. Many teens today feel lost and abandoned, with no one understanding them or willing to make things better. Charlie, the main character, embodies those people and we are given a view into his life, where he starts at a new school without friends, mixes with the cool kids, tries drugs and smokes for a while, falls in what he calls love, and discovers new truths about life in the meantime. The entire book is composed of letters to "Dear friend", with the date being August 1991 to August 1992. I could have been fooled into thinking that Charlie was 12 years old, based on his blunt and simple writing style. But this adds to the hipster nature of the novel.
I felt there was an overdose of drugs, abuse, sexual molestation, suicide, mental health issues, abortion, and any other experience typically linked to teenagers. This was all addressed within a few pages, and was, quite frankly, overwhelming. I don't know if there really was so much going on in 1992, or if Charlie just lived in a shitty neighborhood. In addition, Charlie came across as mentally or emotionally handicapped, considering his inability to place a name onto any emotion he had, besides "sad". He constantly broke down in tears and wasn't able to identify a rape while witnessing it. In addition, what 15-year old boy doesn't know what masturbation is?
The supporting characters are what made the book almost bearable for me. The characterization was interesting, and I felt like these people were real, in contrast to Charlie, who really was a wallflower. I am looking forward to see how the individual quirks of Charlie's friends translate onto the screen.
What really stood out were the simple truths of the quotes on those sun-bleached photos when I came across them in the novel. Because you don't have to know the storyline to understand, and some of them are truly beautiful.
All in all, I wouldn't recommend this book to optimistic, happy-go-lucky people like myself, but it would be a treasure to those who are struggling with their teenage experience.
Monday, 15 April 2013
Saturday, 13 April 2013
Thursday, 11 April 2013
Monday, 8 April 2013
Sunday, 7 April 2013
Paint It

2. The Phantom of the Opera
3. Sorry
4. Friends
5. On a Brisk Day
6. I Remember You
7. Nostalgia
8. With or Without You (duet with Trace Bundy)
9. Merry-Go-Round of Life
10. Gravity
11. Hot Chocolate
12. Monster
13. Fanoe (duet with Ulli Boegershausen)
14. Coming Home (duet with Ulli Boegershausen)
A new album from Sungha Jung will be here in just 6 days! Omaigosh. I've been waiting for this since December. The track list is magnificent, with half the songs being unknown to me. I really wish he would make an album consisting of only his covers, but I am glad he is releasing another one so soon.
Saturday, 6 April 2013
Flights of Fancy
"How much further?"
"I don't know; here, hold the map."
We pause at an intersection extending into a plaza, and shielding my eyes from the steady drizzle, I locate a faded stone block on the building across from us. The darkness of evening and the rain makes it hard to see, but I can just make out Via Nazionale on the sign. Did we pass the shop already? I take the crumpled map into my hands and try to trace our route. After a few fruitless moments, I point down a tall alley to our right. Should be somewhere over there.
The sound of our splashing feet bounces off the building walls, and I get the sense that we are the only people in Florence. I shiver further into my jacket.
"Maybe somewhere around here... Ah, I think this is it."
Squeezed in between dark orange three-story apartment buildings is a minute shop with a shabby sign above the doorframe, reading "Alice Masks". The light from inside spills onto the glistening pavement, creating a golden carpet, beckoning us inside.
Throwing off my wet hood, I push on the heavy glass door and try to gather my wits as a thousand hollow eye sockets glare at me from all directions. Some laugh a menacing chortle, others roar courageously, and still others draw a blank. The masks cover every inch of the walls, and the sneaky ones have crept onto the ceiling. In my amazement, I am startled by a fat rat bounding toward my feet, and stumble half a step backwards. Oh, no, it's a dog. A tiny Yorkshire Terrier wobbles past me, its short feet tripping over each other, the collar bell jingling cheerfully. At once, I hear girlish cooing behind me, sigh, and take my gaze around the room.
Trying to keep my jaw from hanging open proves to be the biggest challenge, next to choosing which mask is the most beautiful. String and flute music softly embracing me, I feel like I've just stepped into the shop of a master mask-maker in a village market of a video game. Anything you can name, any mythical creature or animal, any human creation, you can find in the tiny shop. White rabbits stare blankly at me with their black eye holes and puffy cheeks; bird men look ahead with each feather elegantly poised on their faces; the Gods of Sun and Moon watch my every move. Each exquisitely crafted and painted, these are evidently the work of a true artist. At the back of the shop, an elderly man sits at a cluttered desk, painting tiny flowers onto the cheek of a beautiful girl's mask.
"Ex-excuse me..", I mumble, feeling inferior next to such a master.
He doesn't look up.
"... Sir, d-did you make all these?"
He nods and continues his work, seemingly admiring the miniature lilac petals.
In awe, I cautiously walk through the shop, moving up and down the narrow aisle so many times that I'm sure my feet have worn a groove in the wooden floor. My friend pays no attention to the beauty surrounding her, just to the yappy hairball at her feet. Which of these fantastic creations do I pick? Maybe the black leather one at the entrance, a half mask with cold, chiseled features. Or perhaps the white rabbit mask, which seems to follow me everywhere. A bright jester with purple and yellow hat segments and gold details in the seams. A V for Vendetta mask stands out in the midst of others, a friendly-looking piece. How about the fierce, rough-scaled dragon head, would that look good on my wall? My gaze feeling the surface of the walls, I spot one that is really breathtaking. A woman's slender face with thin, tilted eye slits and small lips hangs above his workstation, another desk with crumpled newspapers, cracked paint brushes of various sizes, and cans of paint. She is a warm light green colour, with elegant branches and leaves on her head, with the occasional golden-brown pine cone. The gracious female spirit of the forest.
I drift over to it, mesmerized, and turn the tiny price tag over in my hand. The amazed expression now slightly stony on my face, I drift back to my spot.
After a few more minutes of desperate decision-making, I carefully take a mask down from the wall. It is the black and white Vendetta, with pink blush on the cheeks and a splash of colour on the lips. I cautiously proceed to the old man, and stand right in front of him holding it, while he finishes a detail on his current work. He glances at me briefly and continues painting.
"You know there are some on sale behind you that are exactly like that.", he says, watching his paint brush.
I've looked at those masks before, and they are €15 cheaper due to unevenness of the eyes or a small mistake on the painted work.
"I know, but I want this one.", I tell him, smiling.
He puts down his mask and tools, and takes Vendetta from me. To my great surprise, he kindly lowers the price to that of the sale masks. He flips it over onto its face and gets out a marker. Is he.. Is he signing it?..
"For you?", he enquires, really looking at me for the first time.
I nod happily.
He signs it, "To Julia; Con Affetto". My trip to Italy is now complete.
"I don't know; here, hold the map."
We pause at an intersection extending into a plaza, and shielding my eyes from the steady drizzle, I locate a faded stone block on the building across from us. The darkness of evening and the rain makes it hard to see, but I can just make out Via Nazionale on the sign. Did we pass the shop already? I take the crumpled map into my hands and try to trace our route. After a few fruitless moments, I point down a tall alley to our right. Should be somewhere over there.
The sound of our splashing feet bounces off the building walls, and I get the sense that we are the only people in Florence. I shiver further into my jacket.
"Maybe somewhere around here... Ah, I think this is it."
Squeezed in between dark orange three-story apartment buildings is a minute shop with a shabby sign above the doorframe, reading "Alice Masks". The light from inside spills onto the glistening pavement, creating a golden carpet, beckoning us inside.
Throwing off my wet hood, I push on the heavy glass door and try to gather my wits as a thousand hollow eye sockets glare at me from all directions. Some laugh a menacing chortle, others roar courageously, and still others draw a blank. The masks cover every inch of the walls, and the sneaky ones have crept onto the ceiling. In my amazement, I am startled by a fat rat bounding toward my feet, and stumble half a step backwards. Oh, no, it's a dog. A tiny Yorkshire Terrier wobbles past me, its short feet tripping over each other, the collar bell jingling cheerfully. At once, I hear girlish cooing behind me, sigh, and take my gaze around the room.
Trying to keep my jaw from hanging open proves to be the biggest challenge, next to choosing which mask is the most beautiful. String and flute music softly embracing me, I feel like I've just stepped into the shop of a master mask-maker in a village market of a video game. Anything you can name, any mythical creature or animal, any human creation, you can find in the tiny shop. White rabbits stare blankly at me with their black eye holes and puffy cheeks; bird men look ahead with each feather elegantly poised on their faces; the Gods of Sun and Moon watch my every move. Each exquisitely crafted and painted, these are evidently the work of a true artist. At the back of the shop, an elderly man sits at a cluttered desk, painting tiny flowers onto the cheek of a beautiful girl's mask.
"Ex-excuse me..", I mumble, feeling inferior next to such a master.
He doesn't look up.
"... Sir, d-did you make all these?"
He nods and continues his work, seemingly admiring the miniature lilac petals.
In awe, I cautiously walk through the shop, moving up and down the narrow aisle so many times that I'm sure my feet have worn a groove in the wooden floor. My friend pays no attention to the beauty surrounding her, just to the yappy hairball at her feet. Which of these fantastic creations do I pick? Maybe the black leather one at the entrance, a half mask with cold, chiseled features. Or perhaps the white rabbit mask, which seems to follow me everywhere. A bright jester with purple and yellow hat segments and gold details in the seams. A V for Vendetta mask stands out in the midst of others, a friendly-looking piece. How about the fierce, rough-scaled dragon head, would that look good on my wall? My gaze feeling the surface of the walls, I spot one that is really breathtaking. A woman's slender face with thin, tilted eye slits and small lips hangs above his workstation, another desk with crumpled newspapers, cracked paint brushes of various sizes, and cans of paint. She is a warm light green colour, with elegant branches and leaves on her head, with the occasional golden-brown pine cone. The gracious female spirit of the forest.
I drift over to it, mesmerized, and turn the tiny price tag over in my hand. The amazed expression now slightly stony on my face, I drift back to my spot.
After a few more minutes of desperate decision-making, I carefully take a mask down from the wall. It is the black and white Vendetta, with pink blush on the cheeks and a splash of colour on the lips. I cautiously proceed to the old man, and stand right in front of him holding it, while he finishes a detail on his current work. He glances at me briefly and continues painting.
"You know there are some on sale behind you that are exactly like that.", he says, watching his paint brush.
I've looked at those masks before, and they are €15 cheaper due to unevenness of the eyes or a small mistake on the painted work.
"I know, but I want this one.", I tell him, smiling.
He puts down his mask and tools, and takes Vendetta from me. To my great surprise, he kindly lowers the price to that of the sale masks. He flips it over onto its face and gets out a marker. Is he.. Is he signing it?..
"For you?", he enquires, really looking at me for the first time.
I nod happily.
He signs it, "To Julia; Con Affetto". My trip to Italy is now complete.
Wednesday, 3 April 2013
on the same page
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.
Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
Monday, 1 April 2013
Saturday, 30 March 2013
Body Balance

What I
am listening to: Something I Need (OneRepublic)
What I am thinking of: how scared people are of trying new things
What
I should be doing: catching up on homework
What
I want to do: work on my Italy Journal
Friday, 29 March 2013
Mi piace
"Partir c'est mourir un peu."
To leave is to die a little.
My experience in Italy taught me that life is too precious to spend it being someone else. That loving yourself, as you are, is the only way to be truly happy. Constantly trying to be like another person just makes you upset and stressed, because you will never achieve that goal - not because you don't try hard enough or imitate them in the wrong ways, but because it is simply impossible to be someone other than yourself. You were created the way you were, unique and wonderful. Why would you want to waste that?
This is not to say that improvement is forbidden. We all have bad habits - not eating properly, not exercising enough, spending too much time on the computer and not enough with friends.. Those have to go. Changing the bad aspects of yourself does not mean becoming someone else, but upgrading to a better version.
Recently, some pretty amazing individuals walked into my life, and I understood what is really important in life. It isn't grades or money or even love. It's happiness. So simple when you think about it, yet many people completely miss it. Of course, good grades, enough money, and love play an important part in the hapiness of a person, but they should not constantly come before friends, trips, and hobbies. Millionaires and billioaires have tons of money to spare, but not a single true friend. Saying "I'm sorry, I can't go out, I have to study" all the time does not earn you any friends. In the end, everyone dies. And when we do, we will think of our friends and our family and the joy of life, not the amount of money we made or the time we spent working.
No man is an island. We all need those special people to support us, critisize us, and laugh with us. Make an effort to finish that homework, be done with studying, and complete the job, because friends can't wait forever.
Wednesday, 13 March 2013
Ciao
In less than 17 hours, I'll be above the clouds, on my way to one of the most beautiful countries in the world. It still hasn't fully sunk in that I'm going to Italy. I can't believe it.
Tuesday, 12 March 2013
Otaku! Soul Eater
Finally finished all 51 episodes of Soul Eater! Not to say I didn't enjoy it, it was a rather good show. There were certain drawbacks and some aspects that did not quite reach my standard, but I give it a decent 7.75/10 (just because I feel 7 is too low and 8 is pushing it). To me, it rests happily beside Pandora Hearts in ranking, far below the all-around winners, Code Geass and Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood, both perfect 10s.
Before I start the review, I'd like to point out that it took me 6 months to finish this series. I lazily stretched out the first 10 or so episodes over a couple of months, then took a break (which lasted for 3 months) and picked it up again where I left off. Due to this, I forgot some of the key points presented in the first few episodes, which were crucial to the development of the characters as well as the plot line. As a result, my overall view of the anime was negatively impacted, and I regretted having to lower the potentially high rating because of my own error. So really, Soul Eater is better than I see it to be, if watched in one chunk!
Plot Development
The storyline was alright, quite simple in layout, and easy to follow. There were not many dramatic twists and turns, and it was relatively predictable, which was a slight disappointment. Another drawback was that the entire story seemed to build up to the final battle, and other conflicts throughout the story were not given enough emphasis. The ending was abrupt and left a feeling of slight dissatisfaction.
On a brighter note, many paths were taken by the writer to explore the general ideas of power, fear, and bravery, so these aspects were underlined fairly often in diverse situations.
Evoluiton of Character
The anime focused on 4-5 main groups of characters, presenting a holistic view of the entire situation; but none of them were explored at length. Because of this, I was not allowed time to understand each individual player as much as I wanted to, as the creators barely scratched the surface of everyone's inner selves. The viewer was not let into the characters' past, and so couldn't see them grow throughout the series.
Nearly all the characters were likable in their own way, and were entertaining to watch. The villians were underdeveloped, which provided for an almost entirely black-and-white aspect of the conflict. We have all been told that all people are a little good and a little evil, but Soul Eater's villains did not have a shred of the "good" quality, making them two-dimensional characters.
To say that the characters were original would be a joke, but for every un-original, there was a quirky one to keep the balance. The chemistry between characters was unusual, from hate you/love you rivalry to creepy sexual tension.
Fun Factor
This was the make-or-break for this anime, and I'm glad to say it made it. There were some utterly hilarious scenes and a few humorous fillers. Despite the seriousness of many situations, there were often sprinkles of fun, which made the show highly enjoyable to watch. In addition to being able to make me laugh, it also tugged on my emotions, and was engaging.
Animation and Sound
The animation looks like something ripped right out of a Tim Burton movie. The unnatural angles, dark colour palette, and odd scenery fit perfectly with the horror themed series. As far as animation goes, there were certain issues with the sometimes overly-dramatic angles which meant a few instances with still-frame posing, where the action was just not fluid enough.
Physical character design kept close to the theme, with each main protagonist embodying the three staples of goth style: Maka and her plaid skirt, dark greatcoat, and tie; BlackStar with his zippers and steel-toed shoes; and Death the Kid in a plain black suit.
Maintaining contact with the gothic visuals, the soundtrack largely consisted of rock pieces. Where pianos and strings would normally take place, guitars fit the mood to a "T". Voice animations were nothing extraordinary, although some supporting characters brought texture and humor to the otherwise simple lines.
I feel like I've picked the anime apart completely... Overall, I thought it was a quite well-developed action show, with a real sense of urgency and contagious eeriness. Although it borrows heavily from other works, its execution creates a unique and entertaining series.
Saturday, 9 March 2013
That awkward moment when...
...you're waiting for your order in a sushi house and can name all the K-pop songs playing.
Tuesday, 5 March 2013
Monday, 4 March 2013
Sunday, 3 March 2013
JapanBlog
I want to travel to Japan.
Visit Zenkoji Temple, sit under the cherry blossoms, celebrate the festivals of Funatama and Bon, walk through the busy streets of Tokyo, enjoy ancient traditions in Gion, poke the wild deer in Nara park, eat authentic okonomiyaki, look upon the numerous o-torii, pay my respects at Peace Memorial Park, see the famous bronze Hachiko statue, observe the lifestyles of samurai during the Edo period, shop at the Akihabara Electric Town, soak in Japan's oldest spa, and experience the wonder of Chirimen Craft Museum. Of course, not to mention the shopping, eating, drinking green tea, taking millions of pictures, and gawking at traditional kimonos.
Visit Zenkoji Temple in Nagano City, which is believed to be mandatory to visit in order to go to gokuraku, paradise.
Sit under the beautiful cherry trees in Takato Town, all 1500 in full bloom, and enjoy good food during the hanami, cherry blossom viewing season.
Float in a boat brightly lit by chochin, Japanese rice paper lamps with a candle inside, across Ara River in Saitama on the night of Funatama Festival.
Dance all night in late summer in Gujo during the Bon festival, honoring the long lineage of ancestors.
Push my way past 13 million other people living, visiting, or working in Tokyo within its 23 wards, 26 cities, 5 townships, and 8 villages.
Enjoy the singing and dancing of beautiful geisha in old teahouses and restaurants dating back to the early Edo period in Gion.
Chase and be chased by the 1000 wild deer roaming freely in Nara park, who are protected as divine messengers of the Gods.
Eat delicious okonomiyaki (flour-based pancake containing such ingredients as lettuce, octopus, and fish flakes) in Osaka, Japan's second metropolis.
See Itsukushima Shrine's most symbolic feature, the red o-torii, shrine gate, which is used to express that Gods dwell within the area.
Make a paper crane to place among the thousands of others at the Children's Peace Monument in Hiroshima to commemorate the 200,000 people killed by the nuclear bombs during World War II.
Meet the most loyal dog in the world, Hachiko, who waited every day for his owner to return for nine years, and is remembered by a bronze statue of himself outside Shibuya train station.
Glimpse the lifestyles of samurai in Aki City by visiting the samurai houses and gardens open to the public.
Walk along the streets of Akihabara, the world-renowned centre for all things electric, and a major shopping area for electronics, computers, games, and anime and otaku goods.
Rejuvenate myself in the oldest hot springs of Japan in Dogo Hot Springs, Matsuyama City.
Take a trip to the Chirimen Craft Museum in Kyoto and squeal at the adorable mini chirimen toys on display.
Of course, not to mention the shopping, eating, drinking green tea, taking millions of pictures, and gawking at traditional kimonos.
I need to travel to Japan.
Friday, 1 March 2013
Thursday, 28 February 2013
Sunday, 24 February 2013
Saturday, 23 February 2013
The Biggest Bang
BigBang has been Korea's most famous K-pop group for years now, and their music appeals to millions across the world. They have been continuously releasing chart-toppers and breaking records since their debut in 2006. The leader, G-Dragon, is the highest earning male pop idol in Korean history, and a huge fashion icon across Asia. He has contributed enormously to the group as a singer, rapper, and songwriter. His influence extends beyond the music industry and he is the only person selected as "50 Reasons Why Seoul Is The Best City" by CNN. BigBang is one of, if not the most hard-working group in the K-pop music industry today.
Of all the things they could do with their power, why they chose to do this, I do not know.
Of all the things they could do with their power, why they chose to do this, I do not know.
G-Dragon and Taeyang, February 2013 Vogue photoshoot |
Friday, 22 February 2013
New Obsession: Anime
The series revolves around 3 teams, each consisting of a weapon meister and a human weapon: Maka and Soul, Black Star and Tsubaki, Death the Kid with Patty and Liz. Together with other meisters and weapons, they attend a technical school run by the Shinigami (Death God) and try to turn their weapon into a "Death Scythe", which is the highest attainable title. To reach this goal, they must collect the souls of 99 evil humans and 1 witch. In addition to gathering souls, the students protect Death City from powerful villains while becoming stronger as individuals.
The soundtrack is meh, the artwork is average. It has fillers now and then, but they're really funny, not like some that make doing chores look like fun.
What am I
listening to: Black Paper Moon (Tommy Heavenly 6)
What am I thinking of: what anime should I watch next? SAO looks good...What I should be doing: homework or something
What
I want to do: finish this boring day already
Wednesday, 20 February 2013
Tuesday, 19 February 2013
Nostalgia
Can feelings make a sound? I don't understand how it's possible to write music so in sync with what the soul feels. Sungha, thank you. Your music is truly special, and always will be~
Sunday, 17 February 2013
Expecto Patronum
I found myself a companion from Kingdom Animalia. Reading up some animal guardian characteristics, I came across many that suited me like a tuxedo suits an elephant, and a few that matched considerably well. But one stood out to me in particular, and I felt like I was reading about myself.
That's right, the badger. Not the honey badger, that one is a little too drastic for me. However, I do turn into one sometimes, especially when evening rolls around.. Honey badger don't care.
The dominant traits of the badger guardian are bold self-expression, perseverance, aggressiveness, and single-mindedness. They are passionate, cunning, and can sometimes be revengeful. They seek to have control and are persistent in the extreme. Badgers don't often play the victim and aren't passive. They are not daydreamers or strong believers in miracles, and are quite grounded in their thinking. However, they can become creative in times of crisis.
I thought it sounded pretty accurate to the way I see myself. Badgers are tough to defeat, but sometimes show their soft underbellies. Plus, badgers are super cute (and badass) and remind me of both raccoons and pandas, whom I love a lot.
That's right, the badger. Not the honey badger, that one is a little too drastic for me. However, I do turn into one sometimes, especially when evening rolls around.. Honey badger don't care.
The dominant traits of the badger guardian are bold self-expression, perseverance, aggressiveness, and single-mindedness. They are passionate, cunning, and can sometimes be revengeful. They seek to have control and are persistent in the extreme. Badgers don't often play the victim and aren't passive. They are not daydreamers or strong believers in miracles, and are quite grounded in their thinking. However, they can become creative in times of crisis.
I thought it sounded pretty accurate to the way I see myself. Badgers are tough to defeat, but sometimes show their soft underbellies. Plus, badgers are super cute (and badass) and remind me of both raccoons and pandas, whom I love a lot.
Saturday, 16 February 2013
Secrets of the Scroll
From all the cartoons I've ever watched, I didn't take away a single message. Sure, they told me the consequences of being "bad", but I never paid attention and ended up finding out the hard way. This made me wonder if children actually learn from watching their favorite characters, or if it was just me who didn't.
Several days ago, I was watching Kung Fu Panda the TV show (which I must say, is very poor compared to the movies) and the storyline was this: Master Yao, the most renowned expert of spiritual and metaphysical Kung Fu, was traveling from his home to another village and made a stop at the Jade Palace. However, this master traveled meditating in box which he never came out from. The storyline doesn't matter much, but Master Yao ended up getting out of his box and madly running around the village, poking at simple, everyday items and asking what each one was. At the end of the episode, after he was caught by Po and Shifu, he was going back into his box and said, "Live each day as if it were your only one to live."
These words are now forever mended to my soul. It's a theoretical concept, and "live each day as if it were your last" makes more sense. However, thinking that each day is our last one, many of us will want to do things that are not too wise, like eating a tub of ice-cream or partying until we don't remember what happened. Throwing caution to the wind, we will want to celebrate our life in loud, flashy ways, and go out with a bang. The problem is, we're not going anywhere. The sun will keep rising and our lives will continue. Making each day like it is your only one to live is way more important than making it seem like your last. Imagining that this day is the only one you have, you would want to use your time wisely and make it worth smiling about. Listen to some music, spend time with friends, read a good book, enjoy a delicious meal, try a new activity, and learn something. Then repeat tomorrow.
Several days ago, I was watching Kung Fu Panda the TV show (which I must say, is very poor compared to the movies) and the storyline was this: Master Yao, the most renowned expert of spiritual and metaphysical Kung Fu, was traveling from his home to another village and made a stop at the Jade Palace. However, this master traveled meditating in box which he never came out from. The storyline doesn't matter much, but Master Yao ended up getting out of his box and madly running around the village, poking at simple, everyday items and asking what each one was. At the end of the episode, after he was caught by Po and Shifu, he was going back into his box and said, "Live each day as if it were your only one to live."
These words are now forever mended to my soul. It's a theoretical concept, and "live each day as if it were your last" makes more sense. However, thinking that each day is our last one, many of us will want to do things that are not too wise, like eating a tub of ice-cream or partying until we don't remember what happened. Throwing caution to the wind, we will want to celebrate our life in loud, flashy ways, and go out with a bang. The problem is, we're not going anywhere. The sun will keep rising and our lives will continue. Making each day like it is your only one to live is way more important than making it seem like your last. Imagining that this day is the only one you have, you would want to use your time wisely and make it worth smiling about. Listen to some music, spend time with friends, read a good book, enjoy a delicious meal, try a new activity, and learn something. Then repeat tomorrow.
Friday, 15 February 2013
Tuesday, 12 February 2013
Out of Sync

...Okay, if you really feel down, Google search: shaved llama.
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