my arse is hurting from sitting here for so long.
written: 3:10 p.m. on Sunday, Dec. 26, 2004

I would just like to say a few things about yaoi fics.

First, I like yaoi. Yaoi is nice because I like to see hot guys making out with each other. It's a fetish of mine that is shared by many girls like me, so I don't think it's anything to be ashamed of. But, I totally draw the line at yaoi though. I don't read/write anything more explicit than "they got naked under the covers", full-stop. That's why porn/gay porn/whatever don't really do anything for me; makes me quite disgusted, if truth be told.

(By the way, yaoi is defined as 'male/male relationship', from what little I know. I still can't make out what the hell a 'seme' is, let alone a 'uke'. Yeah.)

Second, I love pairing up Mitsui with Rukawa. I think it has got a lot to do with the fact that Mitsui is my soulmate and Rukawa is my second-favourite Slam Dunk character, and both of them are drop-dead gorgeous, and nobody really got on the bandwagon when I first started liking this pairing. Everyone's all "Rukawa and Sakuragi!" but that's just so wrong and impossible, if you want my honest opinion. And Mitsui and Kogure? Are you fucking kidding me? Excuse me while I puke! I also like Rukawa all submissive and "oh sempai I love you"-like and the only person he can do that to is, logically, Mitsui. Does Akagi the Gorilla fit the bill? Yes, but only if you're absolutely insane and have a thing for bestiality (haha, just kidding). Kogure? Ugh, yuck! That's just so like Mitsui/Kogure; totally incompatible.

But my real point is actually this: I kinda like the fic that I wrote. It's super long, clocking a grand total of 6000+plus words, and it's also super pointless and redundant. In fact, the first three pages were badly written and shitty; but what I really like are these few bits in particular. For one, I ripped off Julian Barnes and the 'A Brief History of Sexuality' thing, but instead of 'in the case of Martha Cochrane', I changed it to 'in the case of Mitsui Hisashi'. Of course, the day that I write anything remotely like Mr. Barnes is the day that this world ends for good, so my version was painfully poseur-ish and short, boasting a severe lack of details that was further compounded by my limited ability. Still, if we were to consider the quality of Slam Dunk yaoi fanfics, we'd certainly come to the conclusion that 'abysmal' is a word that can sum it up pretty holistically; as a result, my ripping off Mr. Barnes was actually pretty original, in a strange, twisted, unoriginal way.

More importantly, I think the following is a fucking stroke of genius, especially the part in bold:

Mitsui Hisashi, aged 15, going on 16. His first girlfriend: a university student, five years older. He thought it was love. She thought it was just a fling. And in the end, she was right.

�And then?�

�And then, nothing.�

�Nothing?�

�Yeah. Nothing. Just sex; nothing more. My first time, completely wasted. How tragic.�

�It�s okay, Sempai.�

�What do you mean, it�s okay? I�m never getting it back, you know.�

�You can have mine.�

Utterly unrealistic, fantastical, and wholly shamelessly self-indulgent and pathetic, but as I read that over and over, I just couldn't believe that I thought of it. It just makes me love them even more. "You can have my virginity" (although Rukawa as a virgin is a bit of a stretch but whatever). Like, how sweet is that, you know? It's this dedication to Mitsui on Rukawa's part that makes this pairing the pairing to end all pairings. Seriously.

Okay, I bet most people have no idea what I'm talking about, but it's okay. I don't really care. I'm just really pleased that I finished something, and that I'm on my way to finishing even more.

Still, it bugs me that I have ceased to know how to write things that resemble poetry that wouldn't make me puke. Ugh. I hate it. Maybe I...

I don't know.

My nice (sort of) MitRuMit/MitRu/RuMit/whatever for I can never get it right is located here, by the way.

One more thing before I move on: The first person narration gave me some problems. It's odd, because I used to love writing in the first person and I would only read novels written in the first person. But then again, that was a few years ago and I guess things have already changed.

Well, duh. What a profound rumination; not. Uh, yes.

So, yesterday, again. Had lunch at my grandma's; a Christmas/cousins' birthday kinda thing. Was okay. I wore my Jielun souvenir basketball jersery, the one I bought on the day of his concert. It's great. I totally totally totally love it. I still think Jielun and I should get married but I think it's not exactly a secret anymore.

I watched Pay It Forward last night and I gotta say that the stupid ending was the stupid ending to end all stupid endings. So The Sixth Sense kid dies. Okay, who the hell dies from a single stab wound to the stomach? And what was with the silly, brainless, fluffy melodrama? And I totally predicted that bit when Helen Hunt finds Jim Caviezel in her house, confronts The Sixth Sense kid about it, learns that it's part of a school assignment, then storms to school and gives Kevin Spacey a good trashing. I mean, how else would they meet and predictably fall in love, right?

The few good things about the movie is...wait, the two good things about the movie are Kevin Spacey and his character's tragic story. That's it. Even Helen Hunt appeared to over-act on a few occasions and thus got on my nerves. And the Sixth Sense Kid? His voice itself pissed me off. Jay Mohr isn't as cute as I remember him to be, and Jim Caviezel, a total hot guy, had too few scenes, and that scene with the suicidal woman only induced laughter in me.

Hollywood, you have lost your touch. Quit recycling screenplays and give real actors like Kevin Spacey real movies with which to display their profound talent. He was really amazing, you know. The scene in which he revealed the story behind his scars was just...wow. The emotions were so measured and nuanced and it was so real. I like my movies/films to resemble reality, thank you very much. Hence, the whole stupid pay it forward "movement" only made me roll my eyes.

Yeah okay, I'm a too-cynical 18-going-on-81...cynic but anyone with a brain would think that the movie was crap, for it was.

And don't complain about the spoiler. You would've guessed it anyway.

I meant to write my resume thingy this afternoon but after an hour and forty-five minutes in front of the laptop, I still haven't googled 'how to write a resume', let alone got started on it.

Why do I even need one, right, since I've had zero past working experiences?

Because MOE is made up of irritating pedantic people and they want me to email me my non-existent resume before they'd tell me if they'd give me a job, that's why.

But since Jan 3 is only a week away, I'm thinking of saying 'screw you' to MOE and just go down to Borders and get my job there on Jan 3, since they're only hiring after this year. Sounds good, right? And I only realised last night that I've been wanting to work there ever since I saw a notice posted outside Wheelock Place that called for post-A Level students to apply; I think it was December last year.

Me and Borders are meant to be. I could go to Towers but I prefer books to CDs. I could go to Kino but I hate the uniform; it looks so dodgy and Japanese-like. Ew.

So...Borders it is!

I think.

We shall see.

In other news, there are no other news, and I still have one more part of my Taiwan Diaries thing before it's finished for good, but I kind of forgot about it and I only feel like writing more yaoi fics now so it might be a while before that's done.

Hmm, I should get it done as soon as possible though. I thought of a lot of things to write in the final bit but because I'm a lazy person, I didn't write them down on paper and hence 50% of it have already been cast into the fiery pits of Forgotten Oblivion. Or something.

Yay, Blast from the Past is on tonight. I've seen it before but what the hell; it's entertaining so I'll watch it again.

You know, if a movie doesn't pretend to have a deeper, profound, oh-so-significant life meaning, I'd prefer it to one that is actually pure trash under its pretentious "I have such a meaningful message to impart to the world" make-up. Hollywood movies are pretty much divided into those two camps nowadays. Pay It Forward belongs to the latter while Blast from the Past, the former. And I fucking prefer the former to the latter. It's good, non-pretentious entertainment that knows that it's pure entertainment, nothing more. I hate it when a stupid movie pretends to be more intelligent than me. Don't be even stupider than you already are, for crying out loud.

That's why mainstream Hollywood is pretty much crap. Support indie/arthouse films. Those are the real good stuff. Trust me, I'd know.

before sunrise // before sunset

Previously:
- - Tuesday, Aug. 29, 2017
I'm moving. - Sunday, Jul. 11, 2010
In all honesty - Tuesday, Jul. 06, 2010
What I want for my birthday... - Sunday, Jul. 04, 2010
On Roger's behalf. - Friday, Jul. 02, 2010