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２月２３日（土）Sw. Polikarpa, Bkp., Mecz.
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Music o' The Entry: "Kokoro", Xenosaga
Yes, again. And no, I certainly did NOT finish writing what I was doing the other day, dinner arrived at my home and hence I will now talk about "Kokoro"-you should know better, of course you're not getting off THAT easy. Anyways, on to "Kokoro"; overall, I think I can safely say that I may like it better than "Small Two of Pieces", which some of you know I adore, and the reason is mostly musical. I haven't quite determined which song is more powerful yet, but "Kokoro" gets a screamingly heavy bias in its favour due to that it's quite sad and depressing; bloody hell, if this is indicative of the plot of Xenosaga, then I am going to have one seriously smashing glorious angst-fest on my hands. As is Mr. Mitsuda's habit, it's all Celticy and whatnot, complete with all that Uilleann pipe goodness (if I'm not mistaken, more than likely courtesy one Davy Spillane)...my only beef here is lyrics, which struck me as cheesy at first but are now kind of growing on me, particularly upon closer examination. Basically, it starts out sounding rather melodramatic and reeking of cheese, some chick talking about how she can't tell this guy she loves him, until in the middle of the song you figure out that she's singing in the past tense; for some reason, she can not, can never, now. Yes, the Soba vibes are leaking in, mostly due to that I associate the words "never" and "forever", together, with him, which isn't precisely a good thing. For your viewing pleasure, here are the lyrics, sung in English by Joanne Hogg (the same vocalist from Xenogears and IONA, whose voice I happen to dig mightily):
I've been watching you awhile
Since you walked into my life
Monday morning, when first I heard you speak to me
I was too shy to let you know
Much too scared to let my feelings show
But you shielded me and that was the beginning
Now at last we can talk in another way
And though I try, "I love you" is just so hard to say
If I only could be strong, and say the words I feel
My beating heart begins to race
When I turn to see your face
I remember that sweet dream which you told to me
I wanted just to be with you
So we could make the dream come true
And you smiled at me and that was the beginning
(repeat)
Tell me what you're thinking of
Tell me if you love me now
I had so much I longed to ask you
But now the chance has gone
While your picture fades each day
In my heart the memory stays
Glowing bright, you're always smiling
And I will hold it close.
Melodramatic? Probably. Sad? Oh yeah. So yes, not only do I like this song, but I'm forming a bizarre emotional attachment to it, thank you Yasunori Mitsuda and Monolith. If I've piqued your curiousity, feel free to tromp down over to Gaming Force and listen to it for yourself.
And that was the brief discussion of the song that is currently owning me (however, the orchestral version of "Suteki da ne" is still owning me as well, it's one of those that just won't quit). In other news, I now have...a car. Stop looking at me like that, I don't get it either. It's not really mine, but I'm the primary user anyway. The situation is that my family has two vehicles, a Durango and the highly ghettolicious 1986 white Chevy Truck from Hell, both of which get craptacular gas mileage; given how far college is when I drive and that for some peculiar reason my family insists on driving to a church about 30 minutes away, this categorizes as that which is Not Good. So, they'd been entertaining buying something with actual mileage for once, and on Monday we brought home a shiny 2001 Neon, fawnish in colour, which I've promptly dubbed the Turd, due to its colour. Not that it actually LOOKS like the colour of feces (at least none that I've ever encountered, thank heavens), it just seems highly appropriate for a brown vehicle. I'm...dealing with it. I was quite apathetic about the entire vehicle-purchasing process, mostly because I had already accepted that I wouldn't be getting my dream vehicle, the uglist 1960 VW van that I can find, and also because I didn't really care about how it drove; blimey, I refused to test-drive it. It simply didn't matter to me because I doubt many other automobiles in this world handle worse than the Truck of Extreme Ghettosity (which I made a lot more ghetto on Monday by backing out too close to the garage wall and kind of scraping off it's name label on the side. Uh, oops? Yeah, that was no good.), and I was not disappointed. My main issues thus far are getting used to driving something short (I learned to drive in a monster full-size van, it rocked) and something small; lane travel still strikes me as very strange, given the relative narrowness of the vehicle. Ah well. So yes, I now have the Turd. The other vehicle we were considering purchasing was a Kia Rio, which I would've preferred for the sole fact that it's Korean and we have never owned any vehicle that is other than American in origin (I never said I was deep, don't be too shocked). The coolest things I can identify about Kia's right now is that one of the models is called the Optima; I want one of those just so I can call it "Mrs. Prime", that'd be splendid. Ah well. So yes, my car and I, how strange.
In other news, a fierce attack of randomness struck me between the eyes the other day and I had a delightful notion-I think I'm going to double minor in Japanese and...Russian. No, I'm not kidding, stop looking at me like that, it's going to be spectacular. Well, maybe not quite to that degree, but it'll be pretty darn spiffy nonetheless. So why Russian? Well, the only other choices I have other than Japanese are French, Spanish, German and Russian. Russian interests me the most because a) I haven't studied anything like it ever b) it's the closest I can get to studying any Slavic languages at this time. Oh yeah, plus Cyrillic is cool. My family thinks I'm nuts, going by the whole theory of one going to school to obtain practical skills in which to make money, heaven forbid one goes to school to learn because they LIKE learning stuff. Oy. They question how I'll use it; excuse me? If we're going to discuss practibility, then I think they should look at my Japanese, and it's not the most useful language ever taught, as only one little isolated nation speaks it. Heck, if we're going for sheer usability, I should've studied Spanish. But I didn't, because it doesn't interest me. Besides, Russian does relate to Japan in some ways, I can go up and party down in the Kurile and Sakhalin Islands (the ones that Japan and Russia are nigh constantly arguing over) and at least SOMEONE will be able to understand me, ne? I'll have to start taking it next year, but I look greatly forward to this...the only problem is I can't liberally pepper my entries here with Russian, and I don't know of any of my readers that actually study or know jack about Russian. 'Course, I could be wrong, as I so frequently am, but still...ah well, more on that as it comes.
Last week Matt and I learned a couple of important things: don't go wandering randomly around beautiful cathedrals, chances are you'll end up crashing a funeral; and while you're at it, visiting the temples of quasi-occultic organizations for no reason other than its unlocked will likely result in your being evicted from the premises and probably killed by the members of such organizations. Ah yes, all in a night's work for us.
Actually, speaking of Matt, I was talking to him the other day, telling him something I read off of Lauren's diary, when he wanted to know where I got it (for the record, it's the Colonel's goofy "I need scissors! 61!" thing from MGS2, which I need to play. Heck, I need to play MGS1.)...I realized I couldn't tell him because I really don't want him to stumble across this blog. At all. First of all, he'd think the idea of an online blog is just plain retarded, which wouldn't surprise me at all as he's a very private person when it comes to emotional matters. But my main concern is the content. Some entries, as most of you know, can be quite emotional and some are fine examples of my freaking out. Basically, I don't want him reading the Japan Edition entries. Because of Soba. Well, sort of; Matt is acutely aware of everything relating to Soba, and my feelings regarding him in the past and present. It's simply I don't think I'm ready for him to be able to literally look into my head during that time period; it's a little too raw. It strikes me as strange, because I trust Matt implicitly and feel so comfortable with him it's quite unreal, yet I won't let him read it...but it's okay, because he doesn't know that this blog exists, and likely won't for quite the while. Still...ah well, I'd like to write more, but the typos are beginning to occur en masse, a sure sign of lots of sleepiness, so I'd best go. More soon, hopefully...お休みなさい。
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