Ahahaha~

Pub to Go

Yousei-san, yousei-san, Ahahaha~! Oh Iggy <3
I think the laugh should be my ringtone, just to scare people.

orange

orange

One of my favourite Axis Power Hetalia MADs. There are many reasons as to why this MAD has gained such a high place in many fans hearts. For one thing, animation is solid for something fan made. Song choice was also excellent. Although I am not too familiar with who is the artist, I have to say that it is a very nice song that definitely reflects the feelings when one parts way with a significant other(s). I guess that’s sort of how I feel about graduation. Back to the MAD. I guess another reason why its one of my favourite is because Arthur is in it! It is really interesting how the artist interpreted the American Revolution, and the relationship between England and America. It was less, Americans were unhappy and just decided to spite England but more it was time for them to leave the nest, like how many other nations felt at the time where nationalism was very important. Lets just say, the relationship seems more mutual than how the textbook or any teacher would explain it to be.

Anyway, I purposely found a video with English translations because the lyrics and the animations go hand in hand ish.

アイシテル

【PV】MONKEY MAJIK アイシテル

Sweet PV, very comical with the whole rag doll falling animation.

Monkey Majik is a band composed of two Canadian brothers who know Japanese. (Wooo go Canada!) Their music is on the light side, maybe even country. At least the English used makes sense.

I’m not a big fan of them, partially because all their songs sound like exact copies of each other. The only difference with Aishiteru is that there is a piano and it doesn’t sound like country music. This fact is one of the reason why I enjoy the song compared to their previous songs. Oh and the fact that they have better vocals than any American Star on MTV any day.

Smashing…live!

Smashing…Live! Super Smash Bros. Melee – Original Medley

Oh snap! The songs of Super Smash Bros. Melee, played by the New Japan Philharmonics is epic piece of gold! The orchestration of all the songs are spot on it is INSANE! Ok, my new goal in my life is to make it into the New Japan Philharmonic so I can get the opportunity to play all the epic music.

You can find the rest of the playlist here: here.

HIMEKA

Asu e no Kizuna

I’ve been waiting forever to hear a full version of this song! This is the Valkyrie Chronicles opening sung by HIMEKA. For those of you, HIMEKA is the stage name for Catherine St. Onge, who is also French Canadian. This French Canadian won an Anime Idol contest in Japan. Similarly to how American Idol works, the winner gets to record a song for an anime. When HIMEKA first started, she was posting fandubs on Youtube and online forum communities. Eventually she went to Japan to pursue her dream of becoming a singer. Having seen some of her videos in the past, I am very excited for the release of her single “Asu e no Kizuna” and hope to be karaoking to it soon XD

Falling Down

Falling Down

Because I don’t listen to Western pop music, I actually have no idea who Oasis are. Seriously, I don’t, but that doesn’t matter because what I’m more interested is the really spiffy animation used in the Eden of the East opening. The whole typography style of animation is very sleek and intriguing cause it’s different. Plus there’s more messages hidden in it than your average anime opening sequence. The lyrics of the song are very nice, one because its in English so I understand it, and two because its got a lot of imagery in it.

Anyway, I suggest watching this in HQ cause it is really nice. Oh, and WATCH EDEN OF THE EAST!

wind

Wind

It’s a fairly old song. This was the first ending of Naruto, and it reminded me how Naruto used to be when it was decent. The song lyrics are a clear representation of Naruto, and his headstrong attitude to life, which is a plus in my books even though it is Engrish. I remember when I first started watching the series, it had a deep impact on me. I mean who cares if others think I’m irrational and an idiot, and who cares if I fall down a lot? I obviously don’t care because one day you will all be kissing my feet, or wishing you had but was too busy laughing at me instead of with me. Plus, I already know I’m a dimwit so calling me stupid is redundant.

The point is, the song is cool for being so Engrish, and I’m stupid ^____^

嘘

嘘

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood ending performed live by シド at Music Station. I think they did a really good job with the live, and the song itself is pretty good. I really like the lyrics cause it’s not just unrelated babble talk. I mean why make a title, if the rest of the song has NO relation to it except in the chorus? When I first heard the song, it TOTALLY reminded me of the songs used in Rurouni Kenshin, just in general. I don’t know why though, so maybe I’ll get back on that later…

On the side note: NEWS is also in the video XD

re: Awakening [again]

The latest chappy I posted had a lot of musical inspiration embedded within. Which I’m going to explain in this post.
Awakening

The inspiration of the title, and most of the plot work. The song lyrics emphasized dreams, and the feeling of comfort when you’re by the side of a loved one. Which were kind of key themes in the story I guess because Kino kept wanting to return to the dream, but she couldn’t cause it was technically a nightmare. Oh and at the end were the two of them were finally together…although not really. I made an AMV with this song, and I posted it on my blog sometime ago, so that’s one of the reasons why I have the “again” bit there.

again

Is a song by YUI and is the first opening of the new FMA series, FullMetal Alchemist: Brotherhood. The title itself is like a key idea in the story. Although you will not know this because I haven’t posted or finished writting that section of the story, Kino has a bad habit of digging her nails into her arm due to anxiety, so that’s why Yuki says “You even started hurting yourself again!” Originally, I wasn’t going to make her emo, but then I had to find a way to get Yuki to yell at her, cause I don’t understand men and their idiotic pridal logic (female logic is also retarded too…) I tried to make her even more emo than previously. I mean digging your nails into your arm…yeah hurts, but the marks will disappear eventually. But doing it several times for a month is definitely not good for you. And yes I will admit I have tried doing this in the past…not telling how far that past is though ^____^
The fact that I posted a post with the same title is another thing.
Oh and running away, Kino tends to run away from things a lot which I find is really annoying, but what can you do? Also, I tried to add some parallelism to the first chapter I posted called Aruarian Dance so if this was a book, you should have that “haven’t I read this before?” If not, my bad.
The lyrics kind of worked well with the story too.
For example
Shiroi nooto ni tsuzutta you ni
Motto sunao ni hakidashitai yo
Nani kara nogaretain da
Genjitsu tte yatsu
As if having written it in a white notebook
I want to divulge myself more honestly
What do I want to flee from?
…Something known as reality?
The overall general solution to Kino’s problems is to be more honest, and to let people try and understand her. But often times she doesn’t cause she’s too scared that they’ll see the ugliness of her, so she runs away before she’s hurt.
Which is why it annoys me to run away because it hurts either way. You stay with someone, but you’ll end up feeling crushed whenever your around them, and when you try and leave the relationship behind, you feel even worst. It’s a stupid endless cycle of hurt.

Chopin Waltz in E minor Op. Posthumus

I’m actually playing this waltz right now. This performance was done by the great Rubinstein. He is THE master of piano, I really like his version of this waltz. His tone makes if feel like I’m on the clouds, under the clear starry night. I actually cried the first time listening to it cause it was just so pretty. I hope to be able to play like that in the near future >___<
This is the waltz Kino and that other girl were talking about. When I was filling in the gaps and pieces of the story, I had the song on repeat, so the music has a strong influence on the writing. I tried to have it so that she was telling her story through the music in that section. The whole ups and down of not being noticed. It then occured to me after a while that the waltz was called E minor for EMO! Hahaha.
For those of you who don’t know, Steinway and Petrof are brands of pianos. Although their name changes, its the one thing people can steal from you…probably. Like me, I refer to my musical instruments as people sometimes so Kino’s babble about Petrof was just for kicks…even though I hate Petrof.

Other things I have to say…
Throughout this chapter, it should be apparent that she didn’t refer to Yuki by his name but as some person.
There was no sense of time until Yuki came, so time flows in dreams…Earlier in this post I mentioned that a month passed through this chapter so yeah there really is no sense of time at all. The next chapter based on my notes is supposed to be a recap but in Yuki’s perspective. So what he did during that month cause he did a lot of things.
I find it interesting how Fiona’s name actually rhymes with the names of people I actually dislike, hahaha. So if your name rhymes with Fiona, you might want to reevaluate yourself…just maybe.
The random blurb at the top is a warning from me. Seriously if you plan on being a writer, do not write love stories for you will kill your brain with the cheese, cause I did.
Anyway, I learned a lot of things while writing this story, hope some of you people learned something to (other than the fact that I can’t write XD)

Awakening [again]

Edit: Did a clean up. Still not decent, but whatever.
This was posted upon request from Mommy~

Only those who encountered these unrequited feeling, should be given the right to describe. For the world knows nothing, and will stay ignorant until they realize that happy endings don’t exist.

“Hello, my name is Kino Pavane.”
That’s my name. I bowed to my new classmates politely, my hand holding onto my other arm tightly. I looked around scanning them, yet avoiding eye contact. Everyone had the same colour hair, black like mine. In Grandia, because everyone came from different places of the world you would see blondes, brunettes, red heads, and even the odd brightly pink dyed hair. Some girls were plain looking, and some painted their faces ready for the treacherous battle of love. The guys looked as carefree as men always are. That hasn’t changed. Everything was the same; the classroom had four walls, two lined with glass windows; a chalkboard at the front; and rows of desks. Not much has changed, except the people. Yet, this feeling of anxiety and agitation inside couldn’t be erased as my nails dug into skin ever so slightly. They must have thought I was an excited new transfer student from a rich school.

One of the boys “kindly” gave me a tour. I say kindly because he probably had ulterior motives, like everyone does. It was a simple public school. The standard gym, track field outside, and classrooms. One thing I noticed is that the school was no where as huge as Grandia. They definitely picked the right name for that school, Grandia for grand egos, and grand sums of money. A school where little old me wouldn’t, couldn’t possible fit in. As we passed by a small practice room with an upright piano, I looked through the window and was disgusted at how I murderously made ears bleed. Sure I played, but if nobody could listened to me then there wasn’t a point trying to understand what Mozart, Beethoven, Chopin were trying to say, let alone myself. There was a reason why I never was able to move the audience, because I’m a terrible person at heart, a monster.

“Can I take a picture of you?” They asked as if I’m some kind of tourist attraction. Maybe they were cam whores and just like showing of their new or fancy camera. The girl told me to smile to the camera and I tried to remember how. More muscles are used to frown compared to the number used to smile. And even though it isn’t hard, for some reason it was excruciating. Like slitting your wrist, it’s not hard but it just hurts so normally people (who are sane) wouldn’t be doing that.
I smiled.

I stood up and tucked my chair in before leaving behind another day. A woman who blended in with the students, despite her out of uniform outfit, and grey hair, came up to me and gave me a few encouraging words. I smiled to her weakly and left.
“If you need anything don’t hesitate to ask,” the teacher called out to me with a matured smile. When has this happened before? I faintly remember. It was déjà vu, and I was anticipating something to happen if I rushed out to the raw cold. There was a sea of chattering students disrupting the calm sound of winter’s snowfall. I’ve always loved the snow. So, I watched it fall gently into place as the burning sensation returned to eat me away. My mouth trembled, wanting to say his name, but I forced myself not to as I bit my chapped lips. The snow burned my skin cold as some happy couple pushed me into a snow bank unknowingly. I stood back up and my plain expression amplified the non-caring atmosphere shielding each individual, including myself. I noticed a girl in my class was lassoing her arms around another guy, while telling another one to shut up. I looked away. I hate those kinds of people, the kind that wears the smile of a last Duchess. Not to mention the fact that she reminded me of Fiona because the only word in her vocabulary was “shut up.” But I have no right to say such things because I’m the same as her, unpleasant. Such hypocrisy disgusts me to the bone.

Then I return to my household, and was interrogated by a woman with a disturbingly pleasant smile. Sometimes I would wonder why she tries so hard to pretend to be my mother when both my parents died long ago. If there was anyone I wanted to drag across the city, it would be this obnoxious child for logic did not apply to the both of us.
“What were you doing?”
“I picked up the groceries.”
“You don’t need to do that.”
“I was walking along the way, I might as well.”
“You should have called and I would have picked you up.”
“We shouldn’t be wasting gas,” or else we’d have to bomb places to solve this childish problem called “climate change.”
“Why should a child like you worry about that?” why should a child be asking another child an adults question? The sound all became like mush as I shut myself in and ignored her babble. I heard something like don’t disrespect and screaming, but why should I care? No use respecting someone who doesn’t act like an elder.

I eventually found myself returning to what I look down as society. A society where nobody cared, where nothing matters, and where time stands unchanged. I woke up, went to class, got satisfactory marks, and everything else I lost when I went to the dream world, I retrieved. I wish I could go back to sleep, but I reminded myself that happiness could never last, and that even if I returned, I would just end up being the annoying third wheel, the annoying little kid. It was nothing more than a fairytale, a dream, a figment of my imagination. He never existed, was never there. As long as I continue to deny and avoid the subject of existence, I will be ok. I think…
The day ends with nothing happening, with nothing changing, with nothing out of the ordinary. As if he never existed in the first place.

I heard a melody being played during break. It was familiar, and it was tragically left unfinished. So there I sat infront of the black piano, made by a lesser known maker, hoping I could finish it. As I recalled how that oh so sweet melody went, little by little, it began to fade, one note, one rest, one bar at a time. Each time, I felt my skin burn.
Why did I play music? Why did I even start to learn to play on this large instrument? Why am I so hopeless without it?

“Umm, you’re Kino right?”
“Yes.”
The girl’s face lit up, and was full of cheerfulness. Something I wish she would share.
“I’ve seen your recitals at Grandia, and I’m actually a big fan of yours. I’m studying piano at a small studio in the city, and I’m having trouble with my Chopin waltz.”
“Sorry, I don’t play anymore,” responded coldly in contrast with her excited fangirl eyes.
“Oh but please! Here, I’ll lend you my score; you don’t even have to play through the whole thing, just a little bit,” why was this girl so desperate for help? It’s not like she’s going to make it big anyway, so why try so hard? She’s probably going to give it up anyway, but that would be too sad. Why be like me?
“I’m sorry, I’m asking for too much. But just, after seeing you play the waltz, I was left totally speechless. It was amazing, and it really inspired me, and—“
“I’ll help you,” the words just suddenly came out of my mouth, and now I’ve put myself under the spotlight.
A waltz…it’s a type of ballroom dancing in ¾ time. I’ve played many waltzes in the past and I’ve never danced a waltz before, or have I?
It was messy, but that was fine. She probably only started a month ago cause the pace of learning for outsiders was dramatically slower.
“Facilment,” I commented assuming she understood french.
“What’s that mean?”
“It’s French for easily, as in you should play with ease. Chopin wrote, played, and taught in that style. So when you’re playing your arms shouldn’t be ridged, but fluid.”
“I still don’t get it.”
I took her place, I looked at the black and white keys, I put my foot down on the pedal, and tried to remember.
“Like this,” The first arpeggio was played, and the sound rang in my ears, the second and third arpeggio was played, and the sound resonated in my fingertips, the minor third in the high register was played, and the sound rippled in a pool of memories. This sadness came from the Earth like oil shooting out. The opening of the first theme followed, and I couldn’t help but remember that touch when our hands met, and when our feet floated on cloud 9.
“In order to achieve the right amount of tension in the opening arpeggiated passage, fluidity in the arms is crucial. Applying force will only make it choppy, and that’s not what Chopin wants.”
“Ok. So maybe it’s like, you can’t dance the waltz with stiff body’s kind of idea?”
“Precisely. But you just have to remember that Chopin never intended to have his music be accompanied by people waltzing around.”
“That explains the faster tempo.”
“Hmmm, I guess you could say that.”
“Could you play the whole thing for me? I’m sorry for being a bother, but I kind of want to here you play this again. If you want you don’t have to play for me now, I know! How about you play at our school festival?”
I didn’t know how to respond to such enthusiasm.

Opening the score and tracing my finger over the melody and the writing, before I gripped onto flesh and read it in my head, hearing everything as it all came back to me. The first time I touched the keys of my father’s piano was when that bitch took him and mom away. I hid in that room for days, reaching for books, and tears pounding away before my fingers. Without knowing it, I was infront of that old studio again, key in hand. I opened the door to darkness, and went in expecting to find something.

The name was Petrof this time. But no matter what the name was, nobody can ever steal him away for he was far too big to carry, or even move for that matter. To think I could just leave him, was idiotic of me because together, we make music. People held their breath; what was going to happen next? A sudden short pause before I dragged everyone into the depth of a sad story, about a lonely person who just wanted to be true to her passion, and unchanged to her friends. But she was stalked by a shadow. The sunny skies were filled with stars, and the ground suddenly became clouds carrying everything away into the non-existing moonlight. Just when they thought I would let them off this ride, Petrof pulls everyone back on for the girl’s story was not done yet. When the girl’s heart wavered with feelings of unrequited love she smiled, freezing her tears. Nobody noticed at first, but she called out not once, but twice, only for me and Petrof to notice her shatter into pieces—when I shattered into pieces. Scattered across the audience, I heard the percussive sound of clapping. Before I knew it, I was picking up the pieces bit by bit, trying to piece myself back together, so I could play again. I wanted to play so he could hear me. I wanted him to see me, not the monster, but that was impossible, for there’s nothing left of me as I peeled it off. I looked down at my filthy hands and I regret, regret for leaving the dream, but tragically all dreams were left unfinished.

“That performance, it was good—No, it was beautiful. The sadness was just overwhelming, but at the same time I could feel myself float.”
“Don’t be modest, the piano was out of tuned, and I haven’t played that since last December.”
“Kino, you should keep playing. I know you might not think you’re great, but you are! You really love the piano right? Why should you give up on something like love? That’s kind of silly if you ask me.”
I thought about those words. I wanted to make things right, but there’s no way I could ask him anymore. It seems after digging so far deep, I couldn’t climb back out of my hole.

I stood in a little huddle of girls. How I got here, I can’t remember. Something about how a concert pianist doesn’t belong here and because of my performance, everybody was talking about me. One girl blew a large bubble from her pink bubble gum, two other girls giggled. Another girl inhaled a cigarette’s poison and blew it back into my face, as if hoping I got second hand smoking. They were all “comforting” me because I was apparently kicked out of Grandia. I just threw a twisted smile and the girls all moaned in disappointment.
“It must be because some rich guy at Grandia threatened you.”
“Yeah, rich guys are all jerks, like Yuki Pelletier breaking up with Lily and Mayu just like that.”
Instinctively, I punched the girl. My blood suddenly boiled beneath my skin, and old anger resurrected from inside me. People were still blaming him when it was my fault. I hated it, people like them. I was hit across the face, and a cigarette butt was spat at me burning my white dress shirt, and stained it with nicotine. The other gasped and then soon commenced the torture.
Gum was placed in my hair, which was then soaked in water. Scented chemical fumes were sprayed without consideration as it burned my eyes and I was pulled from left to right by the roots of my hair, and pushed into the wall. I looked at them and they laughed at their trash. It was really funny watching them act as if they were all high and mighty, when this type of bullying wasn’t much. It was no different then when I was in grade school. But then they called their delinquent boyfriends so that I can eat my words. Off course I fought back, but this was a sign, this recognizable feeling of something corroding the walls of my insides.

“Excuse me, you aren’t from this school are you?”
“No I’m not.”
“I’m afraid I can’t let you in.”
“Oh no I’m just picking someone up.”
“You’re name?”

I was in the hands of the guillotine as the executioner was about to deliver my punishment. I closed my eyes and heard my name. I laughed at how God was toying with me and the scientific Doppler Effect. Despite the doubt, my heart was racing as if it said otherwise. A warm wind swished past me and I fell back to sleep into dream land. The world started to sparkle, I wasn’t sure if I had a concussion but…
“X marks the spot, time to dig out my buried treasure.”
“What are you? Some kind of pirate?”
“The King did a great job hiding the diamonds. But it was nothing.”
It was nothing, he said. I was still readjusting to one month of lost time.
“Who the hell are you?” inquired the boy as he obviously did not recognize him, but everyone else did and so they crowded around the scene of the crime.
“Nice of you to ask. Hello, my name is Yuki Pelletier, most people know me as the Pelletier’s president, but someone stole that title from me. You can just call me Yuki”
“Girly name.”
He cleared his throat trying not to show his irritations to my snide comment.
“It seems my girlfriend was causing some trouble here. Please forgive her.”
As instinctive as the first punch was, I smacked the side of his arm. There was no mercy. “Hey! Why are you mad?”
“I’m not…” He picked me up, and carried me off unwillingly before I could answer.

…and then we were in the back seat of a car. The still awkward silence did not affect the driver at the front. But anxiety filled the air as I looked one way, and he looked the other. My hand and mouth kept everything a secret. After an hour, I noticed nothing has changed. The tall evergreen trees were covered in snow, and the tall fence blocked outsiders like me from entering their castles. But it seems I’m being returned to my proper place, says the pirate who kidnapped me.

I breathed in the fresh mountain like air as I looked out into the sunset, and felt frustrated for some reason as I walked at a breakneck pace away from him.
“Wait!”
I didn’t want to hear anything, and tried to run away again, but he continued playing this childish game.
“I can’t play with you all day,” I tried to tell him off seriously. I tried to move my feet, but they were rooted to the ground. What on Earth was I doing playing around? My irritation burned.
“Stop for a second will you?” He grabbed my arm with his warm hands, and I flinched for a moment.
“Ow, let go of me!” I said pulling it away, and hiding it behind my back, “sorry…” I apologized with a smile, as I looked at him hoping, just hoping he didn’t notice…
“I can’t believe it, you…” he quickly walked up to me and I couldn’t do anything anymore but make excuses.
“It was an accident, you know? I was in a lot of fights and—, “the sleeve was rolled up, and I closed my eyes. Not because of my own dirtied presence but because of the kind of expression he would have worn when he saw the evidence of the monster inside of me.
“You’re trying to run away from me.”
“I’m not,” I denied his statement wishing he’d stop looking at me.
“Yes you are! You even started hurting yourself again!”
“I told you…” I didn’t want to hear it! I didn’t want to hear his angry voice.
“No this time you shut up and listen to me for god damn once!” I opened my eyes at the coldness of his words and saw something that had me perplexed. Melted snow? No…it was tears.
“Doing these kind of things like leaving Steinway to collect dust, talking to Eric instead of me, not talking to Mayu or Nadako even after you left, and not even fucking saying or listen to a single thing I say…!”
“Shut up! I’m just a third wheel to you. A temporary parent to an obnoxious child. A disgusting monster. So—“
“Get this into your thick head, I can’t read your warped mind. I just claim I do, but you obviously don’t know me better than that,” he said sounding disappointed. My insides started to quiver for that was the last thing I wanted. I didn’t want to hear him say that to me. I didn’t want him to say that.
“I really don’t understand you, and I wish you would cut me some slack. Its ok if you don’t want to be friends, but at least give me a chance and listen to what I have to say before I let you go.” Let me go? That wasn’t what I wanted either. I didn’t want it at all! I bit the bottom of my lip and decided to try and cut myself off before he could.
“I already know it’s my fault, so you don’t have to tell me again.” With one last push I uprooted my legs and began pacing towards nowhere. But I was so easily caught, trapped in his embrace. He hates me, he hates me, Yuki goddamn hates me. Those thoughts ravelled my head, as I stood there numb from constant frustration.
“I LOVE YOU!”

This wasn’t a dream.