Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Picnic, 1996
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Picnic is a 1996 Japanese film directed by Shunji Iwai (who is a god).
The film was shot in 1994, but not released until 1996.
Coco, Tsumuji and Satoru, three mental asylum patients want to see the world, being not allowed behind the border of the asylum. Therefore they start to explore the world by walking on the wall, soon finding themselves in the outside ambience. But they still believe its right what they are doing because they are staying on the wall. When Coco and Tsumuji walk near a church, they meet a priest who gives them a bible, to help them believe in god. Misinterpretating a part, they think that the end of the world is near. Excited to watch this armageddon, they head for another trip into the outside world, finding a place to have a picnic and watch the final event.
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- Love Letter, 1995
- April Story, 1998
- All About Lily Chou Chou, 2001
- Hana and Alice, 2004 (with Aoi Yu in it who is the goddess of beauty)
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
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Why do I even have a blog sort of thing when my thoughts are rarely ever organised enough to appear coherent in the form of carefully arranged alphabets?
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Percy & Polly

I really need a shelf for them.
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My mother and I got into a big fight over them because she is 1) unreasonable 2) menopausal and 3) a mother. It wasn't exactly uncalled for, since I had brought them home without her knowledge (honestly though, I just couldn't remember if I'd informed her / didn't think it was such a big deal). Her over reaction, however, was unjustified.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
On surfing Tumblr with 婆婆
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Saturday, June 18, 2011
My life needs a cat.

Images like these make me miss Knight so much I want to cry. He was always so soft and fluffy; always warm and snuggly. He's do cute shit like miao at me while at my door to announce his arrival before entering my room, then shamelessly leaping onto my lap for some good pettins. He'd climb into my bed while I was sleeping to snuggle next to me. His fur would get into my nose and I'd sneeze but still hug him anyway. I'd sneakily trim his nails while he was asleep and then he'd wake from the sound of his nails being clipped, dazed and confused, before realising what was going on and then struggle to run. Those were good times.
I really want a cat. A Knight kind of cat. My life is not complete without one.
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