Infection.
01.11.23
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Music o' the Entry: "Voice", Porno Graffiti
Yup, I downloaded, and the current verdict on the latest Porno Graffiti offering is...positive. Yes, unfortunately, it's merely "good". Not that it's a bad thing in the least, but I was hoping for something of "Saudaji" calibur, aka that terrifying status some songs attain, where I will literally listen to them for days on repeat, never tiring, until my wonderfully loyal attention span is hijacked by another child of glory. Actually, there is PART of the song that owns me: around the 3 minute mark, ye gods. It's strange, occasionally there are parts of a song that strike me as insanely awesome, it just doesn't happen very often. Other examples of this include the 5:00 mark in X-Japan's smashing "Rose of Pain", as well as parts in globe's "Departures" and Loreena McKennitt's "The Mystic's Dream", respectively...simply marvelous, those songs. Actually, speaking of music, it's time for another rundown of the current Oricon chart for today! Actually, I won't be able to supply a huge amount of comments, as the 21st of this month was a "launch day", when craploads of new singles were released (these seem to happen a couple days each month in Japan), and thus I haven't heard a number of them yet. Still, ikuzou!
1. 王子様と雪の夜 : タン・#124;・#124; (Oujisama to Yuki no Yoru [The Night of the Prince and Snow? The Prince and Snow's Night? Something like that.], by Tanpopo. NO, the monumental evil that is Tsunku has struck again! ::sighs:: Yes, yet ANOTHER one of the Morning Musume spin-offs..just when you think you're safe from one, another crawls out of the woodwork...yick. Go look at the cover for a good laugh, it's all four of the girls wearing these hideous hats and in general looking annoying. Still, not as bad as Petitmoni or any of the _Nin Matsuri's...)
2. おやすみなさい ： ａｉｋｏ (Oyasumi nasai, by aiko, meaning "good night". I'll prolly listen to it, aiko enjoys including banjo's in her works and she's one of those Kansaijin who'll actually speak Kansai-ben in public, yeehaw!)
3. Ｃｏｎｆｅｓｓｉｏｎ : ｈｉｒｏ (No comment, but will listen to regardless. Don't really have an opinion relating to hiro, seeing as I haven't heard hardly any of her stuff. But don't you love the fat romaji letters?)
4. Ｔｈａｎｋ ｙｏｕ : ＳＯＰＨＩＡ (Yes, from the fire of Misha-chan's loins, Mitsuru Matsuoka's band. A definite listen, seeing as I've liked Sophia's stuff in the past, plus they're one of the few actual j-"rock" [not pop] bands on here)
5. ＣＯＣＯＯＮ : ＰＩＥＲＲＯＴ (!!!! Comments forthcoming, let it be known that Sho wants to hear this one fervently...yes, finally some visual kei showing on the charts XD)
6. パズル : 藤木直人 (Pazuru, or Puzzle, by...someone. Yes, someone. Marvel at my mad kanji skillz. Anyone want to supply some help here?)
7. ｙｏｕｔｈｆｕｌ ｄａｙｓ : Ｍｒ．Ｃｈｉｌｄｒｅｎ (I believe I've spoken of this song before, a wholly enjoyable Mr. Children experience and a recommended listen. I'm becoming fond of them [and Sakurai's voice], despite the thoughts-of-pedophilia induced name.)
8. きよしこの夜 : ＫＩＹＯＳＨＩ (Kiyoshi Kono Yoru. By, predictably, Kiyoshi, someone of whom I have absolutely no clue who the hell they are. Wasn't that nice and informative?)
9. ＳＴＡＲＳ : 中島美嘉 (Stars, by Mika Nakashima. Dunno her, but the name sounds vaguely Moruningu-ish...no, I'm just hearing things, that's Nakazawa Yuuko...hmmm...)
10. Ｈｅｙ！みんな元気かい？ : ＫｉｎＫｉ Ｋｉｄｓ (Hey! Minna Genkikai?, by the illustrious orgy-attending KinKi Kids, who I desperately hope never decide to tour the US with that name, no one in the US will have any idea what it means [Kinki is a region in Japan, it corresponds to much of the Kansai area if I'm not mistaken]...probably nice and goofy like "Minna de Wahaha", my favourite Japanese ho-down to date [EE Jump's operatic ho-down is just disturbing], more forthcoming)
11. ｒｅｍａｉｎ〜心の鍵 : 小柳ゆき (Remain ~kokoro no kagi [Heart's Key], by Yuki Koyanagi. Have no clue who this is.)
12. 恋をしようよ : 河村隆一 (Koi(?) wo Shouyo by...someone who I have no clue who the hell they are and has a couple kanji I can read, but will not further embarrass myself with.)
13. ぴったりしたいＸ’ｍａｓ！ : プッチモニ (Pittarishitai X'mas!, by...Pucchimoni, more evil from everyone's unfortunately prolific heterosexual Japanese pedophile. Yay, less the mass suicides begin.)
14. 白い恋人達 : 桑田佳祐 (Shiroi Koibitotachi, by Keisuke Kuwata, and who can't and shouldn't sing. More of Christmasy crap that seems to be attacking the Oricon.)
15. クリスマス・イブ : ＫＩＣＫ ＴＨＥ ＣＡＮ ＣＲＥＷ
15. クリスマス・イヴ Ｒａｐ : ＫＩＣＫ ＴＨＥ ＣＡＮ ＣＲＥＷ (Christmas Eve and the Christmas Eve Rap, both holding the 15th position by the same band. Nande kuso? I have not listened to either, but anything entitled "Christmas Eve Rap" makes me want to download just to laugh and point. Yes, download, I have no inkling of ever purchasing such a thing. Yeah, watch, after I say that I'll download and fall madly in love with it...)
16. ＫＩＳＳ ＯＮＥ ＭＯＲＥ ＴＩＭＥ : Ｔｏｍｍｙ ｆｅｂｒｕａｒｙ６ (haven't heard it yet, but likely more glorious vapid 80's synthpop from the creator of "Everyday at the Bus Stop", so of course I'll listen and will probably enjoy it, for I'm fond of vapid glorious 80's synthpop. Hush, you.)
17. ２１ｓｔ Ｃｈｅｒｒｙ Ｂｏｙ : ＢＵＣＫ・#124;ＴＩＣＫ (Buck-Tick? Holy crap, they haven't had a song out in quite the while that I'm aware of, they're old, yo. However, I'm also fond of them, and so a review will ensue. Slightly weird title though, it sounds...unclean. YES.)
18. ＬＯＶＥｆｉｌｉａ : ＰａｎｉＣｒｅｗ (A resounding "Who/what the hell?" goes out for this, for obvious reasons.)
19. ＹＯＵ : コブクロ (YOU, by Gobuguro. Huh? Gobuguro? What the crap is THAT? Oh well, nandemo.)
20. 交差点 : 藤岡正明 (I can read 3 kanji out of all these, and the only one I'm vaguely certain about pronounciation-wise is the third one in the song title, so have fun kiddies. More later.)
Enthralling as usual, isn't it? Sure, it'd be about 30x more interesting if I'd actually heard like, any of the songs, but at least all 2 of you who care about the Japanese music charts have had your weekly fix, desho? OH YES!
So, anyways, how was everyone's day of American Thanksgiving and gluttony? Mine went actually well for once. Drove over to ye olde uni in the morn to pick up Satoko, which was momentarily a terribly confusing situation when our rendezvous point was sort of locked, but we eventually found each other and drove home, arriving slightly late (someone had been hitting the bottle a little too much the night before ^^;) in the nice rainy weather. Don't get me wrong, I love rain dearly, I just don't like driving in it so much. Oh, speaking of driving, I got to use our very new freeway entrance, which of course meant I was rather confused and not paying attention to anything save for that, hence I ran a red light. Still, it's better than the first time I cruised (okay, maybe "cruise" isn't the word we're looking for here, "driving around in an extremely lost/confused fashion for obscene amounts of time while horrifying my passenger" is slightly more accurate) downtown, which led to 3-4 redlights and the happily running over a cone in front of the people who put it up. Yes, I'm a Damn Teenage Driver™, I'm afraid to say. No, not reckless or anything, but basically what you'd expect from someone who got her licence because she was effectively bribed-crappy, clueless, and inept, and proof that the Dept. of Licensing is REALLY not doing their job if they'd legally allow one such as I to wreak terror on the roads. Anyways, brought Satoko home and am pleased to say that I think she and all parties involved at my house had a wonderful time. I always fret when I have folk over that I'm a magnificently boring/crappy hostess, but I think she enjoyed it, particularly turkey. Yes, we later took a nap on my futon (well, she did, I was on the floor) with Aisrael, her from tryptophane consumption. Indeed, Sho does not consume parts of bird carcasses directly off said carcass; my dinner included 2 different kinds of stuffing (my mom's utterly kickass cornbread dressing, and someone else's very excellent bread/cornbread dressing), candied yams, smashing home-made bread rolls, cranberry sauce, candied peanuts (fattening as hell, but seeing as the only other time I partake of peanuts is when I receive them in small demonic packages on airplanes, I felt entitled), and the smallest sliver of pumpkin pie known to mankind. I've never been fond of turkey, plus I find the practice of eating it off the bird abhorrent. Oddly, it doesn't bother me when it's OFF the bird, but there's something intrisically disturbing about ripping things off a carcass and proceeding to gnaw (I'm not even going to talk about giblets, I doubt they need any comments, seeing as they seem to speak for themselves sufficiently).
After that we played games and watched the most embarrassing home video in the world featuring yours truly (as well as a Southern accent you would not BELIEVE and horrifying amounts of grace >_< ::winces::)...yeah, it's of Louisiana, which makes me happy yet sad. The video was taken in early October, mere weeks before we moved to Alabama, by mother to remember our home. After that portion, my father took a video a few months later of our house in Alabama...both videos induced oddness in myself. The first one was sadly nostalgic-I think the most painful moment was when I was speaking to the camera and spoke of how we were going to move to Alabama for two years and then move back to Louisiana...gods, how ironic was that one? No, I didn't see Washington and certainly not Japan, no one did, particularly the latter. It was interesting to observe my first personality (I once wrote a paper on how I've had 3 different personalities, 2 of them so radically different I could very easily refer to it as a separate entity) in action, but you could also see vestiges of it shifting into the second angry/bitter/psychotic stage...still, now I could see facets of myself that still exist...the occasional biting sarcasm coming out of nowhere. My father said how he thinks I've reverted back to that personality, but I firmly disagree-too much has happened, there was innocence still there before it was annihilated a scant few months later. No, I wasn't raped, molested, violated, etc (that actually happened in Louisiana when I was 5 and this summer in Japan, but we're not going to talk about that. No, it had nothing to do with my family.), but a different sort of innocence, a sort of faith in humanity and about the intrinsic goodness of human nature that was promptly destroyed in Alabama...no, reversion that first personality is unattainable, I'm me now, in all that I am-the cynism, bitterness, eccentricity, immaturity, stubbornness, distinct lack of any form of intelligence (To whoever says the ability to memorize things makes you "smart", to this I offer you-you're so full of shit it's obscene), insecurity, childish self-consciousness...whether I like it or not. But overall the Louisiana video was pleasant, because I got to revisit my home, something I can't do any longer without busting into someone else's house...whereas the Alabama video was profoundly disturbing. Do you recall who I've frequently said that I repressed much of the events that occurred in Alabama? This was only tinder to fuel that-I honestly did not remember hardly ANYTHING about that house, whereas I remember Louisiana as clear as day...yes, I lived in the house in Louisiana much longer, but keep in mind my ages at those times: Louisiana, 1-10, Alabama, 10-12...one would think that I'd have much clearer memories of those times, but I don't...strangeness, strangeness. The one thing I remember most vividly of Alabama, besides Lina-chan and some other friends, was sitting in a tree in my backyard for hours staring at the moon and consoling myself that at least Louisiana was under the same sky...well, that and sneaking in my neighbor's backyard, but we're not going to discuss that....oy, trips through one's psyche are always fun, aren't they? No, not really....
Speaking of singularly disturbing things, I noticed one yesterday. When I went to pick up Satoko, I was disappointed. Because I didn't get to see Koshi. NO! Dammit, I will NOT get emotionally attached to this child...but no matter how I protest, a seed named "infatuation" is beginning to fester within me, and I fear full-blown infection...because the way I look it, it IS a nearly literal infection, in form, behavior, and effects. And if it becomes to deeply rooted, it becomes gangrene, and the only options are to sever the limb to save the rest of the body...or to rot and die. Heh, I've never thought of it this way before, an infection...and I think I know which option I've chosen with Soba...how very appropriate. I like to think of the romanticism of someone dying for love, the tragedy...it's always appealed to me, that beauty in death, aware. But I can never aspire to it, I can only aspire to a stupid girl who let the years fly past her in her view incapable of seeing anything, anyone else, while the anyone else lives, loves, and finally dies, perhaps happy, and she dies as miserable as when she lived. It's not romantic, it's pathetic. And it's times like these when I sometimes wonder what it's all for, how we judge a life that's "worthwhile", if someone "wasted" their life or not. Isn't that slightly presumptious? Ah well, I should stop thinking, it never results in good things, only a downward spiral that all leads to one singular point, one that's always the same dead impossible point, despite the form or face it may assume. Anyways, to make it short, I don't want to like Koshi, it's the last thing I need while I make a half-hearted sickening attempt to "forget" my muse, a forgetting that would take a dozen lifetimes...but it's okay, because I'm sure Koshi isn't interested in me anyways; he doesn't like American girls, which I most assuredly and obviously am. We're so alike in many ways that it's frightening...heh, a bizarre theme that also occurs with Naoya and Soba, though in different facets...this facet is the entire exchange student mentality and feelings...no. I will not like Koshi. Of course, I could also say I will enter Harvard and have the same result -_-;. Mukatsuku.
Do y'all remember how I spoke of idiots in my Japanese class? Well, they strike again...yes, the ones that persist in asking dumbass questions in nihongo. This time, we were still continuing doing our family presentations and when one guy spoke of his sister, saying quite blatantly how she's a "dancer", and specifically mentioned her place of employment...naturally, one of the stupid people who can't speak Japanese and just likes to hear the sound of their own nauseating voice asked in Japanese, "Is she a hostess?". A hostess? WTF?! But we're not smoking crack here, honest...the guy giving his presentation kinda stumbled around a bit, trying to figure out for one what the crap she was asking, when finally someone in the back yelled out "She's a stripper, jackass!". Yes, I definitely have a love-hate relationship with Japanese 201 and the folks in it...aside from the 2 missionary people I talk to, the only other tolerable and amusing people are those in the mysterious Back of the Room, who for the most part are giant idiots who can't speak Japanese but take the class for inexplicable reasons (save for two exceptions)...at least they don't make me want to beat them for their idiocy though, just snicker and point...gods, a hostess...::shakes head::...
Ah well, I need to go. The plans to call Naoya are still intact, it's just a matter of WHEN I'm going to do it...probably not the same Sunday I'll call Yuri, because by the time I get off the phone with her I'll be subcomatose already, not good when I have to work my poor pathetic nihongo speaking skills to the limit to begin with. Ah well, wish me well. Anyways, gonna by trying to put in a new template here, so look for changes soon-mata ne!
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