Haine, Haine, Haine. Exclusive to BoBA.

I bought Volume 2 of Shinshi Doumei Cross (The Gentlemen Alliance) from Kinokuniya, one of my favorite bookstores, in Little Tokyo, a place where I usually like to shop if I have a little money on me. See, here's how I plan my trip there: I rack up at least 11 bucks, take the Blue Line to the Red Line to Civic Center, and then bike down to Little Tokyo. I saw this sign that showed that both volumes are available, and it shows a swinging picture of Haine Otomiya, a former yankee (delinquent) who became girlfriend of Shizumasa Touguu, a guy she knew as a child. Her story is quite sad. Her first family had to sell her because she was becoming a financial burden to their business. Now the family she is with is trying to make ends meet. Because of this, she went into an emotional tailspin, and became a yankee, before reuniting with Shizumasa (of which Haine adds a -sama to his name).

I heard some reviews about SDC (or Shinkuro for short) being a ripoff of a CLAMP storyline, and that there isn't a good rap regarding the story. This was the first story that Arina Tanemura wrote that had no magical powers whatsoever, purely a teenage real-life drama. (I wouldn't sell my children if I had at least one. No way.)

This being said, I think SDC is an interesting change of pace from the regular Arina tales, that involve magical powers of some sort. One must begin to wonder if the staying power of Shinkuro will hold. By the way, Arina is concocting plans for a new mahou-shoujo manga drama later on. Can't wait to see how that develops.

Ohohohohohohooooh Shandong!

I can't get that Chinese word out of my head. When I think of the word "Shandong" I think the world of China. Shandong is a resort province, home of Qingdao's famous beer "Tsingtao." I've never tasted it, but I heard it has fair drinkability. But it's an infectious word, Shandong. I cannot get it out of my head. It's attacking my brain like cancer! >_<"

Anyway, today I went back to the Beach to see if I can find some work. Went to the bookstore, they told me to apply (I already got that taken care of). Went over to Beach Patrol, they said they had one position open, that was Graphic Designer. Not my forte (yet), so I went to the Pyramid. Their paperwork had already been used up, so I have to wait till next week. But meeting them and getting used to what they do gives me confidence that I can fall in with any of these folks. But I gotta balance this with class.

I've got a lotta time to kill till the first week of August comes about. And I need my daily dose of coffee to stay on it. Heh, I just drank another Starbucks bottle an hour ago. I'm feeling the effects. I just hope I don't crash anid burn after a sugar spike from feeling it.

I like crisp light brown colors.

With a new university to go to comes a change...in color preference! Now I'm in love with crisp, light brown, chocolate/caramel colors. No, it's not because of dessert or anything sweet. I like it for a few reasons:
It's earthy and smooth, like a shake.It allows you to reflect and release.It matches your skin well.It gets you prepared to live an adult relationship, whether or not it happens.It's more mature-looking.It's sheen.It's melty, like chocolate ice cream.It's silky.It gives you feeling of euphoria, without feeling high.It's not like I will feel red all over again.I'm tired of feeling red.I'm no longer a JUCO student.I'm tired of thinking about Long Beach City College (though I might consider joining the ranks of the alumni association).And this is just my opinions about light, crisp, brown colors.
Seems I'm looking forward to the future, aren't I? But the bottom line is, I've had a change in color preference.
I also have a new blog: Love and Liberty. This is on Seiyausagi.net, as you can see, I have an emotional attachment to Sailor Moon, only because it started my addiction to anime. I've watched the last few episodes, and though they are losing their punch on me, I will never forget how giddy I was about that stuff in the late nineties. I won't post at that blog as often as posting BoBA or this blog, now officially renamed BoMB!: Bedlam on MySpace Boulevard, but the posts there now and then will be occasional, or whenver I want to take a shot of nostalgia.
Outie.

A resolution: I will use this blog again!

Long time since I posted. Okay, I have made a landmark decision. Pretend you're hearing cheesy fanfare music. Okay, done? good.
I did not want to leave my blog on MySpace without an update, so I decided, okay, I will post on this blog again. I like this blog to pieces, so not only will I post on this blog here, but I will also post this on Bedlam, too. This way, you will get double informed on the latest scoop covering yours truly!
Course, this will mean placing two windows open for a few minutes, but it's all worth it, cause I am actually looking forward to the new semester at CSULB. A chance to stock up on points for Beach gear! And knowledge, too.
Would you believe it, as I post this blog, it's less than nine days till I turn 21! Once I turn this age, I got nothing to look forward, too...actually, now I can focus on getting the Bachelor's out of the way. I'm still waiting from LBCC Records if they have the diploma for my dual degrees prepared and stuff, as well as my Law grade. I'm betting 100 invisible dollars that I got at least a C in that class.
Till next time...outie.

Walking on a windmill

Ughhhh, got another leg cramp. My mind is in due need of going somewhere, like going out on a trip.

Lance will get his 7th Tour, if he keeps at the pace he is. I know it, and perhaps those who know him well know it, barring catastrophe.

I could use a new video game for my PS2. I just had it out a few days ago, but it doesn't have any video games yet. It's in due need of a new memory card, as well as Action Replay, and some of that darn EA Sports stuff I have been hankering for so long. I tested the 2k Sports games at the Pyramid, and while they looked appetizing at first glance, I noticed later that the ratings for these ESPN games were not up to par with demands. With EA being the Alpha/Omega/whatever in college football videogaming, I have to stick with what I know the best, as Lee Corso put it succinctly.

I had a dream about me going to Wonderland, as a different person. I don't think it's gonna happen in real life. I still hate those people for what they did to me, so they can still kiss my ass.

I've already completed Law class, but now I am assuming that the Summer session must end before the grades can be revealed. Okay. Looks like I will wait till later in July.

I am reminiscing on my early days as a patron of anime, and it now puts my appreciation for everything from the Far East in perspective. The way everything has changed since the resurgence of shoujo in the early 90's means that a revolution of how anime is done today was born, and it keeps going. The ball keeps rolling, and the young people of the free world use anime as a part of their daily life. It's incredible. The song by Kae Hanazawa, "A More Beautiful Morning Will Come," is perhaps the last great song that reminds me of Sailor Moon. I'm not a Moonie anymore today. I'm an Arinaholic.

I think shoujo patrons should know that Arina Tanemura's stories of romance, relationships and girls is original. Everyone has their own style. Naoko Takeuchi had her style that resulted in one classic tale that persisted to be a basic microcosm of shoujo. Arina, however, pulled in not one, but two stories that appealed to the masses, "Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne" and "Full Moon." Other mangaka, like Wataru Yoshizumi, have their own formula that churns memorable stories, in her case, "Marmalade Boy," "Mint na Bokura," and "Ultra Maniac."

There is a new wave of manga and anime in the heartland of the world today. I suggest to all of you who read this to get out there and buy a book or DVD or two. No better remedy that that.

It's scary, but I'm less than 20 days away from celebrating the big 21. Wouldn't you believe that?

No new posts until August...

I won't be making any new posts to this blog until August, since I have to pay the price for ruining the screen of a TV I broke in frustration. Hopefully, I will be able to post again before that, but it won't be likely. Until then, see you guys later, and enjoy the rest this blog has to offer.

H.J.

London calling...

My support for the London 2012 Olympics a few years ago paid off. London defeated Paris 54-50 on the fourth vote for the 2012 Olympic bid. New York City, Madrid and Moscow were already eliminated beforehand. The Tour de France has a pall cast after the announcement was made, while the next day, 33 people were killed in train and bus explosions in London. Ouch. Talk about "What goes around comes around."

I think Lance Armstrong is an unselfish cyclist. He wanted to not were the yellow jersey yesterday, but he had to, out of respect for the previous bearer, Dave Zabriskie. I think the cruelty of sport is akin to the cruelty of life. But Lance in unselfish. That's why he is one of the greatest cyclists of the history of the sport.

Till next time...

Happy first and fourth of July!

Canada has celebrated their birthday, and soon the USA will follow. I am stoked. This week is the last week of those Law classes, and I am excited to get this out of the way. This Saturday, I will get to watch some NBA players strut their stuff in the Summer Pro League. Hopefully the Lakers will take care of Dallas in that game they have that day. The Angels are off on another tear again, and the Saskatchewan Roughriders are on a two-game win streak this season, although the win against Hamilton wasn't easy. At least they won. I'm awaiting the outcome between Vancouver Whitecaps women and the Seattle Sounders ladies because if the Caps win, they are off to the playoffs.

The Long Beach Armada are off to a tear of their own, winning five straight, and sweeping the Surprise Fightin' Falcons in the Armada's home series. The San Diego Surf Dogs are off on a tear of their own, and the Armada is still six games behind the Surf Dogs for tops in the GBL California Division. Damn that Rickey Henderson. He has regained his stealing touch.

I was surprised that there were teams from Edmonton and Calgary in the Northern League. What's even more interesting is that the former PCL tenants in their respective stadiums moved south. (Edmonton previously won a PCL title as the Trappers, before continuing their success as the Sacramento RiverCats.) Now there are the Edmonton Cracker-Cats (a scoff at the ex-Trappers moved south?) and the Calgary Vipers, who are within striking distance of Fargo-Moorhead (the undisputed Yankees of the Northern League) in the Northern League Northern Division. Better get hot, before those darn RedHawks keep pace and take the first half crown...

I shall soak in the rest of this fourth of July, maybe even draw some more, before sweating out the final days of classes.

O.U.C.H.

Earlier today, I acquired my bicycle seat post. Later today, as my mom took me back to the bike shot to have the saddle attached to the post, we saw this horrific accident: four cars were driving at 100 mph, and a chain reaction occured. One car spun around seven times, while another car saw its sole passenger die at the scene. It was a chase scene in which the cars were being chased by police that happened three or four hours after I left it, taking the bus home. Apparently, the drivers were intoxicated. That meant only one thing: do not ride your bike on a trip the rest of the day. It was, for me, an omen. A few news vans were also at the scene, too. My sister saw it on the news just a few minutes ago.