Monday Sleep-overs

Monday sleep overs really just means R sleeps over at my place because she has this ridiculous Physics lab that takes place at 6 in the night and goes on till 8pm. It would be almost as criminal as my Studies in Poetry class that started at 6 and went on till 9pm! No matter how much I love Paz, Muldoon, Akhmatova and others like them I CANNOT appreciate lyrical beauty at 9, in a cramped classroom, next to an old man ("non-traditional" student for you) who refuses to shut up and a teacher who makes me burn with jealousy because he speaks ten languages (or more, I am not sure).* Enough ranting. Gomen, gomen. We usually meet at the recreational center. I go for my club meeting for an hour and then head home with R.

*I speak six. Ahem!

We did little apart from learning how to sing Aoyama Thelma's Soba ni Iru better. I suggested putting up a video of the two of us singing but I think we're not quite there as yet.

Songs of the moment - Utada Hikaru's "First Love" and Kingone's "The World that I Want." I listened to the first the entire day. The snow and the cold outside made it sound so much prettier. I'd actually all but forgotten about Kigone and his hot-hot-hotness until I saw his song on R's playlist. Now that Kingone's entered my "beautiful men" consciousness I shall nominate him boy of the week.

Boy of the week: Kingone Wang - because he is bootiful, has some semblance of talent, and

because he never gets the girl in the end. So we thought he deserved a little something-something from us. ^_^

XOXO

We went to XOXO, the Thai restaurant in downtown G.R., last night. Took the bus downtown and according to R we had a girl roll her eyes at us because we were talking about my (dare I say our?) latest obessession - Johnny's boys. Oh, oh, oh and although I am getting ahead of myself I must tell you this and I feel awfully clever too; Johnny's Entertainment has a brother/sister organization right here in the United States of America. Disney! In Johhny oji-chan's defense I must say he picks out better looking people and in rare cases monkeys who can really act (cf. Ninomiya Kazunari).

Getting back to my central narrative, we ordered what we ALWAYS order - Penang Curry. I got crab rangoons instead of tom-yum soup. Methinks they do not sound similar but the waitress looked so nervous and new that I let it be. In any case I was glad we sat next to the windows again. Vantage Point! I had an excellent view of a very good looking old man sitting a table away. R rolled her eyes when I told her this. I was merely admiring his obvious ability to age gracefully. We also wish R's hot Japanese chef-boy could work at XO if only for the obvious benefits. I tell you, there is a drama in all of us. Mine's fairly straightforward - I go to Japan, I meet boy-band (preferably named Arashi), member falls in love with me, member is bit of a brat, I fall in love with a different member, different member is a bit emo and has blonde hair, different member loves a beautiful model, I realize, slowly, through various twists turns and rounds, that I really do love member, member and I marry and live happily ever after.

THE END

I know what you're thinking - Hana Yori Dango, you little .... To all of you - Hey! It's all permutation and combination anyway! Now for R's drama. Her's has more tears and heart tugging moments than mine. Thankfully no one suffers from a terminal illness.

R goes to Japan to study at University where EVERY Japanese drama (read: Gokusen) is filmed. Takes difficult-ass classes that make you want to jump off bridge. Anywhich way R craves T. food. Friend recommends a restaurant she works at. R and friend go to restaurant. Restaurant has two hot chefs. One hotter than the other. R falls for the less hot one (quite obvious really). Anywhichway R and chef look longingly at each other every time she eats there. One day chef gathers enough courage to ask R if the food is alright. Days pass and R's stay in Japan is coming to an end. R is stupid and does not talk to hot chef boy. Hot chef boy is stupid too and does not talk to R. Both are stupid. Last week arrives and finally R's friend insists on giving chef R's phone number/email address. There are cheers when chef receives phone number from friend. R runs away in the rain. No need for umbrellas, thank you very much. BUT it too late, fool! R needs to return to the land of opportunities. Chef promises to love her forever. R promises to love chef forever. TEARS, tears and more tears at Narita. Then it happens! The hug that brings a lump to your throat (Utada Hikaru's "I'm a Prisoner of Love" as background music). R walks into immigration (?) gates in slow motion. Looks back with tears in her eyes. Chef has hand on heart and mouths Aish teru.

THE END

What? That really is the end! Next summer we'll have the sequel. O_O Muhahahahaha.

Updates: R might blog! Applause everyone!

DBSK has some hot hot boys. Me likey Mirotic.

Aoyama Thelma's song is stuck in this head. Arggggh.

Johnny's of the Week: Ryo Nishikido. Because he is an evil psycho, is mean as hell to Ueda Tatsuya demo, demo soooooooooo SEKSHI! So here we go, a picture of the man/boy/boy-man/man-boy of the week.

We make "memory" for real

M.M / Making Memories - The Beginning

Memory is such fertile ground for literary expositions. But what need have we for literary expositions when all we want to do is emulate our dear Japanese brothers and sisters by "making memories." Every Japanese dorama we watch tells us how important it is to make memories to cherish forever. For one, it is just too tempting a thought to give up. So, in the ways of the twenty-first century we decided to create a blog. I shall use "we" very loosely because one half constituting the "we" will participate in this precious activity of documenting memories merely by grunting and sneering at it. The other half is I, very much at the service of our common memories. I intend to be as scientific and accurate as possible; no tainted memories for us please. Let us start with a little equation: We = I + R**


I= yours truly
R= scornful cynic/ soul mate when there's a buffalo wings eating competition (a story worthy of its own blog)


A bit of history is warranted no doubt. If I were to think of a starting point it would be my intense curiosity of R's Asian dramas which she watched on her laptop outside her lecture halls. Now, loyalty has never been an outstanding trait I possess. That is not to say I am not loyal, however if one were asked to fix one distinguishing characteristic it would in all probability be my beauty.*** Yes, and loyalty is an indispensable requirement for drama viewing. But, but, but Asian dramas were usually only ten episodes or so long. I need not supress my philandering for long then. Hana-Kimi (the Taiwanese version) was the first drama I watched for precisely three reasons:
1. Wu Zun (hot Taiwanese idol)
2. Jiro Wang (see above)
3. Nose bleeds were a novel concept to me and therefore very amusing.

The rest as they say is history. I gradually moved from Taiwanese dramas to Korean dramas and then finally to Japanese doramas. And it was the last that taught me I could infact make memories.

And because it is our final semester before we graduate we decided to document all our memories. Ofcourse we plan to meet each other in Tokyo for Johnny's Entertainment's New Year Countdown in Tokyo next year but that would be getting ahead of ourselves.



** R might just be the sleeping partner but I shall try and coax her into contributing very hard.
*** If you must know, R does not have a distinguishing characteristic; she has two: long legs and a scorn that will cutchu in two.