Okay, I lied. I don’t really hate all spam. I mean, I looooove spam musubi, so I guess that’s something. I made some today, and I was running out of nori sheets, so when I got to the two last two sheets I stuck two slices of spam into each. They became my fatty spam. Oh, and here’s a screenshot of my current wall. Just got it fresh off of AnimePaper. Hey, I’m bored. *shrugs*

On another note, I learned two whole new terms today. Chubby chaser and rice chaser. A chubby chaser is someone who likes fat people. I’m guessing it runs to the obese. And a rice chaser is a person who’s only into dating or trying to go out with Asian people. I’ve known several rice chasers, and they’re definitely more common than chubby chasers. Or, well, I’ve never met a chubby chaser and figured them out to be one. :P

Amusing stuff, amusing stuff.

Clover. I love Honey & Clover. It has remained one of my favorite series/stories ever since the first time that I watched it until now. If it was first aired in 2005, then that means that I’ve loved this series for five years now. Back then, I was only a high school student, but now, I’m a college student going to my third year. Jikan no tatsu no ga hayai ne? Time sure does fly fast, doesn’t it? I’m sure it’s been five tough years, but I find that the things that were difficult for me are slowly but surely slipping away. I don’t sense the same urgency anymore that I had at each of those times, or at least, things seem to be changing in many different ways, and it’s just not quite all so bad. I still have a lot of things I worry about, and many things I fear, but I also know that I’ve changed a lot. For the better, I know and I hope. At the same time, things just seem to go downhill and I lose a lot of things as well, many for which I still mourn and am I bitter. But that’s life, or so it’s said. Full of contradictions.

I hate them. With a passion. Email spam. Blog spam. Phone spam. All of them.

You see, I just realized that whenever I post something on my blog, I should really look at it as an opportunity to practice my writing. But I feel like it’s not worth it. I mean, it probably is, but what’s the point of trying to make everything sound like poetry? Style needs to develop naturally too, I think, so I don’t really need to make every single post sound like inane ramblings with five adjectives inserted in one sentence each. Hah. I did that, actually, and kure said that it was too much. *sigh* Well, it was fun, I must say.

Oh, and one of my favorite singers would have to be Órla Fallon. Of Celtic Woman fame, although I don’t really care about CW. I love her voice. If I could sing, I think I’d want to be like her. My roommate values being able to belt every single song and to be heard over every other singer, but that’s really not the only type of singing there is out there. I love the beautiful voices that can sing without feeling as if they have to gasp in lungfuls of air, and then sound like they’re shouting it all in order to make every single note they’re trying to hit. I mean, really. That’s nice most of the time, I guess, but there are other ways to singing, and it doesn’t always have to be so slap in your face loud.

Ahh, no time for anything, but I’m not complaining. At least I’ve got stuff to do. I just don’t have time for anything else really, but that’s not so much of a bother for me. I just took an, uhh… three hour nap, then woke up for about an hour, and went back to sleep for another 2 hours or so. Ahaha. It was good though, and I’m definitely not complaining although I have a quiz to study for tomorrow and I haven’t started yet. I guess I might as well post an image along with this new entry, since I haven’t done that in a while.

I’ve been gushing about this oneshot for a while because it’s cute.

This is a oneshot called Koi Suru Fuuko by someone whose other work I’ve already put up. Err, the mangaka’s name is Tsukioka Yasuko, and she does seem to be fond of playing a little with the stories. This oneshot is about two kids, Fuuko (of the title) and Teruki. Teruki saved Fuuko from some boys when they were a few years younger, and ever since then she’s liked Teruki. Or so I think. And so she started making candy (or sweets) to give to him, but she never gets the chance and she eats all of them. She becomes fat, but she’s so cute! This chubby little puff-pastry girl, she’s adorable! But yeah. That’s the gist of the story. Check out the two pages or so preview in the manga link to the right, under the mangaka’s name.