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I, ah...wrote something for a character I love and posted it over at my wordpress blog. Haven't checked yet if there's a Mizushiro Setona group up in here, but if anyone's looking for good, possibly heavy summer reading, The Cornered Mouse Dreams of Cheese and its sequel The Carp on the Chopping Block Jumps Twice is probably one of the most lovely, compelling meditations on adult love I have ever encountered.

Here is my love letter to Imagase Wataru from the series.
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Yes. It wasn't easy. I took the seldom tread way, over Greenland, the ever arctic sun, flirted with Siberia, Mongolia, and a vertical cut of the PRC before landing in pirate island, aka, Hong Kong!

Vague memories of some blockbuster and lackluster in-flight entertainment (why "in"?) -- as well as a rather joyous moment when they served us Haagen-Daaz -- fade as I embrace the land of cha shao (or charshiu?), of family restaurant cafes (茶餐廳), of USB gadgets that are born from pure need of gadgetry, and of...Cantonese. 

In HK for the 2012-2013 school year...

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I wrote this in a fraught moment and wasn't really planning on ever posting it to a community, but figured I'd post it in my journal. So here it is. Basically, I had lines from Donne's "Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" running through my head for weeks and couldn't stop thinking about a parting scene starring PruAus, so this is the result.

I have no idea why Prussia or Austria would be familiar with British metaphysical poetry (it's one of my favorite...and I was feeling sad, okay?) and have no historical knowledge regarding the period in question. I am tinkering with the idea of building on this possibly after I've scrounged through some history, but that might just as likely take me in other, as it stands, a ficlet.

Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing(s): PruAus, implied Russia
Warnings: affected sadness
Obligatory disclaimer: neither Hetalia nor Donne are mine

(link to Ao3


za_lee: (consumption)
161. Absolute Boyfriend, vol.1 (Watase Yuu, Viz: Shojo Beat)
162. Absolute Boyfriend, vol.2 (Watase Yuu, Viz: Shojo Beat)
163. Absolute Boyfriend, vol.3 (Watase Yuu, Viz: Shojo Beat)
164. Absolute Boyfriend, vol.4 (Watase Yuu, Viz: Shojo Beat)
165. Absolute Boyfriend, vol.5 (Watase Yuu, Viz: Shojo Beat)
166. Absolute Boyfriend, vol.6 (Watase Yuu, Viz: Shojo Beat)

Is this what shojo is usually like? I like the crackiness and the fun-meta commentary, but the main character really tries my patience more than once. Maybe this is a sign I'm getting to old for this, but I prefer when heroines gain rather than are distracted (by beautiful boys) from self-awareness. I still teared up though (I'm a sucker...and have been trained by K-dramas to cry)...

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152. Hana Yori Dango [Boys Over Flowers], vol.1 (Yoko Kamio, Viz) 
153. Hana Yori Dango [Boys Over Flowers], vol.2 (Yoko Kamio, Viz) 
154. Hana Yori Dango [Boys Over Flowers], vol.3 (Yoko Kamio, Viz) 
155. Hana Yori Dango [Boys Over Flowers], vol.4 (Yoko Kamio, Viz) 
156. Hana Yori Dango [Boys Over Flowers], vol.5 (Yoko Kamio, Viz) 
157. Hana Yori Dango [Boys Over Flowers], vol.6 (Yoko Kamio, Viz) 
158. Hana Yori Dango [Boys Over Flowers], vol.7 (Yoko Kamio, Viz) 
159. Hana Yori Dango [Boys Over Flowers], vol.8 (Yoko Kamio, Viz) 
160. Hana Yori Dango [Boys Over Flowers], vol.9 (Yoko Kamio, Viz) 

I'm still waiting to feel empowered, but I guess high school is more about misguided toughness and being overwhelmed with change. Fickleness ensues...

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I gave in one afternoon when I was sick in bed...thanks to [ profile] jedishampoo for urging me (with her fic) to give this another try. Tamaki damn near breaks my heart with the sheer way he is of it.

138. Ouran High School Host Club, vol. 2 (Hatori Bisco, Shojo Beat)
139. Ouran High School Host Club, vol. 3 (Hatori Bisco, Shojo Beat)
140. Ouran High School Host Club, vol. 4 (Hatori Bisco, Shojo Beat)
141. Ouran High School Host Club, vol. 5 (Hatori Bisco, Shojo Beat)
142. Ouran High School Host Club, vol. 6 (Hatori Bisco, Shojo Beat)
143. Ouran High School Host Club, vol. 7 (Hatori Bisco, Shojo Beat)
144. Ouran High School Host Club, vol. 8 (Hatori Bisco, Shojo Beat)
145. Ouran High School Host Club, vol. 9 (Hatori Bisco, Shojo Beat)
146. Ouran High School Host Club, vol. 10 (Hatori Bisco, Shojo Beat)
147. Ouran High School Host Club, vol. 11 (Hatori Bisco, Shojo Beat)
148. Ouran High School Host Club, vol. 12 (Hatori Bisco, Shojo Beat)
149. Ouran High School Host Club, vol. 13 (Hatori Bisco, Shojo Beat)
150. Ouran High School Host Club, vol. 14 (Hatori Bisco, Shojo Beat)
151. Ouran High School Host Club, vol. 15 (Hatori Bisco, Shojo Beat)
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Who ever said the only sure things in life are death and taxes totally forgot about bugs and loneliness. And I know it might be uber-humanist-squeamish-silly of me to feel this way, but I hate them bugs. Pests, we call them when they intrude on our homes, but I prefer to shelve that distinction to a) preserve the truth of my massacre of them as part of my personal issues rather than any territorial whatever (I don't like them in nature either, which is why I don't do camping) and b) pretend they care about the sincerity with which I approach their extermination.

I'm mad I can get felled by this kind of thing (very unawesome, would say Gil), but the same can be said of greater beings (what's that lion from madagascar?). It was near midnight and I was finally hitting a human bed time for once in forever, when, before my eyes, sailing gently on the breeze of my rotating fan, was a tiny grey spider, like a ghastly kite on an invisible string. 

Had I had a moment longer to be awestruck, I wouldn't have caught the little beast (they all grow up to be fierce, leggy bastards) before it effectively crawled into bed with me. But it didn't take many moments longer for all these things about today to click...the suspicion of fuzz balls floating before my eyes, the distinct feel of a pinch with no usual suspects in sight...yes, where there is one tiny spider, there is bound to be a whole bunch of them spreading from some hatching point.

Luckily, the nest quickly presented itself...and I was able to make a concentrated effort at attack.

*cruelty towards other living beings censored*

After doing a quick sweep of all ceilings, vacuuming the floor, and lightly spraying down possible cracks and openings, I decided a shower was in order (could they be CORPSING IN MY HAIR????). As I wait for my hair to dry, I suddenly recall how Boondocks creator Aaron McGruder once said that Huey, Riley, and G-pa Freeman are all different parts of him. Didn't Philip Pullman also divulge that the gimmick of daemons in his famous trilogy was meant to facilitate narration of interiority?

Well, right about now, the story of my life is showing a personification of a younger me (a childhood friend perhaps, or a rodent) shaking their head at the current me and saying, "You didn't use to be like this."

And this is followed by a flashback montage of the two years I spent on my own in Wisconsin battling spiders that only come in degrees of furry, featuring one scene where an infestation was so sudden, I was smashing them into my rug with my bare hands. Argghhhhhhh! All be damned if I let such trivialities mess with my well-laid plans. 

Man, my childhood friend/rodent sighs, you were such a badass then. And then like Tsukushi from Hana Yori Dango, I gradually work up that old mojo towards unexpected alliances and new experiences!!!!!

If only the toil against such an insignificant certainty could be life altering.

In reality, I'm just shot with adrenaline, so now I'm going sit here twitchily while I try to catch up on some entries. 

For that, I apologize in advance.
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3. Margaret Atwood, Dancing Girls and Other Stories 

I read it for "Rape Fantasies" which is interesting for the 70s...a whole lot of angst for that one story, guys. 


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