POINT TO THAT FREAKING ICON, NOW!!
That's right.
Ate Christine and I finished it today.
Candy here... aha...drawings of a 12-year-old anime.
That's right.
Ate Christine and I finished it today.
I hate that I can't write. It's straightforward or too embellished, but the real reason now is that I can't write it romantically. I can't write what I'm feeling, so that when I read it over again, I'm not struck down by freaking words, but emotion. Emotion!
I can't believe how good that ending was. I'm so sad! What happened? Did they just promise to meet again one day? The moment I it was coming to an end, I wondered: "Was it really coming to an end? How could it be?" It's so excruciatingly difficult. Like my eyes were going to spurt waterfalls anytime soon.
But the magic's falling, pulling away again. Like a drug that's leading me back into withdrawal. I'm so sad.
This moment, I feel that I wanted more of Escaflowne, but I didn't want anymore; that ending was the best, because it really left you with enough.
Agah. Was it enough? When I try to dramatize my writing so I don't sound like I'm scribbling down a BS report the night before it's due, I sound like a freaking Asian drama put to the page. Hideous. Terrible. If my vocabulary isn't fading now (what's a word that means "prolonging to savour"?) it must be in that ugly cucoon state. But, come out soon, please! So at the least I don't end up using the word "good" more than--well...
Man, I haven't felt this good about an anime since I finished the first DVD of Fruits Basket. When did I start liking anime? It wasn't Sailor Moon, it was that Japanese VHS with yellow, bold print subtitles that my brother and I--just us two, just Kuya and me--would sit cozily on Mom and Dad's old bed and watch, that changed me. The one that my brother read the subtitles for because I couldn't read that quickly. It was the one I started, bewildered, as a first grader, and only eight years deeper into my life in an even more abysmal anime-obsession, did I see how really meaningful it is.
Eight freaking years. EIGHT FREAKING YEARS.
Holy freaking cow, Ate Rishi. Thanks for letting us borrow that DVD collection. I'm totally pumped into finding another good anime.
I think I'm going to buy this. I'm going to look for a ton of these anime and I'm going to buy them. Or enjoy them. I want to. Just like Fruits Basket.
But...everything ends so quickly, so.
Just for now, I want to say: That Escaflowne was really, awesomely...good.
I can't believe how good that ending was. I'm so sad! What happened? Did they just promise to meet again one day? The moment I it was coming to an end, I wondered: "Was it really coming to an end? How could it be?" It's so excruciatingly difficult. Like my eyes were going to spurt waterfalls anytime soon.
But the magic's falling, pulling away again. Like a drug that's leading me back into withdrawal. I'm so sad.
This moment, I feel that I wanted more of Escaflowne, but I didn't want anymore; that ending was the best, because it really left you with enough.
Agah. Was it enough? When I try to dramatize my writing so I don't sound like I'm scribbling down a BS report the night before it's due, I sound like a freaking Asian drama put to the page. Hideous. Terrible. If my vocabulary isn't fading now (what's a word that means "prolonging to savour"?) it must be in that ugly cucoon state. But, come out soon, please! So at the least I don't end up using the word "good" more than--well...
Man, I haven't felt this good about an anime since I finished the first DVD of Fruits Basket. When did I start liking anime? It wasn't Sailor Moon, it was that Japanese VHS with yellow, bold print subtitles that my brother and I--just us two, just Kuya and me--would sit cozily on Mom and Dad's old bed and watch, that changed me. The one that my brother read the subtitles for because I couldn't read that quickly. It was the one I started, bewildered, as a first grader, and only eight years deeper into my life in an even more abysmal anime-obsession, did I see how really meaningful it is.
Eight freaking years. EIGHT FREAKING YEARS.
Holy freaking cow, Ate Rishi. Thanks for letting us borrow that DVD collection. I'm totally pumped into finding another good anime.
I think I'm going to buy this. I'm going to look for a ton of these anime and I'm going to buy them. Or enjoy them. I want to. Just like Fruits Basket.
But...everything ends so quickly, so.
Just for now, I want to say: That Escaflowne was really, awesomely...good.
Candy here... aha...drawings of a 12-year-old anime.
Current Location: The Mystic Moon
Current Mood:
weird
weirdCurrent Music: Yakusoku wa Iranai/I Don't Need Promises (Maaya Sakamoto)
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