Sometimes I think about things I want to journal about, and I make a list of them in my mind - of course, then I want to write about new things and part of me goes "oh no! You can't write about that! You have so many other things to talk about first!" and I end up writing nothing at all.

There are so many stories I want to tell you all, about the creepy man I met on the train (even creepier than the last) or the girl I saved who had been hit by the train - train mirror, at least. (I spend a lot of my time on the train, can you tell?)

Today I was waffling between writing about First Love☆ (a topic I have been thinking about lately) and DMC (Krauser-san has been raperaperaping his entire way from Hell into my heart.)

I think DMC wins, by sheer power of fuckitude. --"Awesome" and "epic" are too generic words these days, overused and abused. Therefore we need to reinvent the lexicon in order to have words of appropriate meaning - crude portmanteaus to convey the true levels of badassery. For example, DMC is so full of fuckyeahness that I cannot believe I have not talked about it with you guys yet!

For those of you who don't know what DMC is, it stands for Detroit Metal City - a manga about a terribly dorky sweet country boy who came to Tokyo with dreams of being a fashionable pop singer...and instead ends up as as the frontman of a increasingly popular death metal band. His terrifying alter ego, Johannes Krauser II, is a demon straight from hell. Hilarity ensues.



Negishi Souichi hates everything he does as and is ashamed of it, but the thing is - he's terrible at what he loves and amazing at what he hates. Innocent little Sou-kun is GOOD as Krauser - scarily good. Krauser-san is so fucksome that not even Tokyo Tower is safe from his violent acts of spurting demon seed! See example below.



In one chapter Krauser even manages to rape the fresh air (as Negishi's way of preserving his chastity from horny groupies). Take that, you slutty fresh air, I BET YOU EVEN LIKE IT, YOU WHORE.

What truly makes this manga work is the sweet, naive character of Negishi and how he truly wants to help people and to do the right thing - and the undeniable fucklegend that is KRAUSER-SAN. I mean, FUCKINTOSH!!! That demon is truly from hell, and a real metal god. Another enjoyable point is the various references to other genres and music as DMC battles other bands - it shows that the author actually knows and listens to a wide variety of music (even Morning Musume gets a reference). Plus, it's hilarious.

And speaking of hilarious, you just have to see the movie. Read the manga first to fully appreciate the movie, but the boy-thing has never read the manga and we both laughed ourselves silly were stupid witless sacrifices to the onslaught of Krauser-san's fuckintoshingness brought into a 3-D space.

The point is mostly driven home by Matsuken's performance (some of you may be more familiar with him as L)





He is the PERFECT cute and pathetic Souichi, as well as the most fearsome rock god that is Krauser-san. His dorky expressions are priceless, and all the supporting characters are just perfect in their roles. Aesthetically, this movie is DICK-AMAZING in translating some of the most hilarious images from the manga into real life. I don't want to ruin it for you by describing the comedic setups - just SEE IT.

I don't think anybody knows this, but Krauser-san is my dream costume. If only I weren't so short and chubby and tittiful! It's days like this I wish I weren't a girl so that I, too, could dress up and be a terrorist from Hell, raping random objects, both animate and in-.

I recommend this manga (and the movie) to people who love metal, people who hate metal, people who like music, people who hate music, people who love a good comedy, and your mom. And people who are not your mom. Dour sad bitches who hate to laugh should stay far, far away. I've only watched a couple of episodes of the anime, but the manga is better. And the movie is perfect. Why aren't you reading it yet, you witless fuckpig?! Go see it and then we can all get together and rape your mom and fuck your dad! Fuck yeah!! GO TO DMC!! GO TO DMC!! GO TO DMC!!!! GO TO DMC!!!!!!!!!

MANGA LINK: http://scum-scans.com/projects/detroit-metal-city/


Note: Please honor and respect your parents and help out with the housework. Michichu says!

I LIIIIIIIVE.

And to prove it, here is some camwhoring I never got around to posting. Of course, these pictures could also be from the Australian kidnappers who have taken me, posted here as proof that I am still alive and that you must now pay my ransom. I may look pretty happy in the most recent ones, but don't be fooled - I am forced to pose that way as I am being tortured every day. The reason why you can't see my lower body is that it's slowly being dismembered, piece by piece, and harvested for soup. HELP

Or not.

Many of you may have already seen some of these. I guarantee that none of you have seen all of them!

Anyway, these are the various looks I've had over the past couple of months. WARNING: Very Image Intensive. Low k, stay away!

( Princess Chu )

( The Return of GOTHICHU )


( Vintage Miss Chu )



AND THE MOST RECENT MICHICHU IS.....



BLONDEYCHU.


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I miss you all! How is everyone? Anything going on in your lives that I should be alerted to?

So of course the first time someone wants to use my photo for a book, it's a picture of...well. Just click the picture and see if you can guess which one is me.



Australia is lovely, I am currently seeking employment, eating too much sushi, and being stared at on the train. I am happy, whole, have all my body parts, and I am not soup.

The day I arrived, a hobo with long blond hair came up to me and said, "That's a lotta condoms!" about my luggage. Then he said, "Smelly cat wee!" and wandered off. An old man then turned to me and told me that Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett were dead. He spend the next hour telling me about an old-style theatre in town, built in the 1930's, that now plays arthouse films and has a theatre cat that will come and sit on your lap. And that was where I was when I found out that Michael Jackson died.

Yesterday, a man in a long coat stared at me on the train for a long time. He followed me off the train, came right up close to me, and then bent down to whisper, in a rough, lust-filled, creepy rapist voice, "God, you're perfect." Then he walked away.

As a result I am not allowed to leave the house today. But I will anyway, seeing as how it is Market Day and everything at Prahran Market (which has fresh breads and produce!) is 1/2 off. I am going to score me some avocados, fuck yeah.

(...I suppose Australia can technically be considered a desert island, in the eyes of many - esp. family and friends.)

I am attempting to pack for Australia - Redux. Trying to fit my life into two suitcases. It's not easy.

I'm not leaving home without some literature, of course - I've been a huge nerd ever since I was little, and books have always been my best friends. Now they'll be my travel companions.

I've got some short stories by Jeanette Winterson - "the World and other places." It's appropriate. Denis Johnson's "Jesus' Son" - I feel I owe it to this book after I spilled a can of coke on it and let some mold grow. I love Chuck Palahniuk but I don't think any of his books will actually benefit me spiritually this trip. Although just writing this now makes me want to throw Fight Club and Invisible Monsters in my bag for old time's sake.

The Eloquent Short Story may be a good collection. Maybe David Sedaris' "Me Talk Pretty One Day." It was always one of my favorites.

The Complete Works of Amy Hempel is too heavy, and hardcover at that. Makes me want to cry.

I've been meaning to read Nabokov's Lolita for ages, but do I really want to bring a stranger with me all the way across the world?

So what about all of you? What are your books for a desert island? Remember, you have limited packing space. Not to mention the weight limit on luggage these days; don't want to break some poor thrower's back.


On the family front, my mother is genuinely concerned that I will be chopped up and sold as soup. (My grandmother thinks the same.) Strangely enough, I feel like my mother and I are closer now than we've ever been. But that's another story for another time.

So, the truth. And what a beautiful, deadly, horrible creature truth is. Like a four-legged thing with wings and spikes. People say we owe people the truth, that people deserve truth, and that it is a great disservice to people you care about, to not tell them the truth.

But when you tell them it hurts them, it makes them crumple in like paper and then explode out like a hot glass.

[Just spit it out!]

I went to Australia for someone.

I am returning to Australia for the same.

I got a work visa. I will be back in November.

My tickets are booked for the 24th. Of June.

And so the other night I told my parents the truth. Because I owed it to them. Because I loved them, because I was denying them an important part of my life.

My mother was is beautiful in her anger, glorious in her fury.

When I told my mother I loved her, she said not to say that because it was a lie. Told me she didn't even want to look at me. Some horrible things were said, all on her part, none on mine.

My father just told me that if I leave, I can forget about coming back.




Question: if you died tomorrow, how would you feel about your life?

Since I have returned from Australia (did I mention that I have returned from Australia? Hello, everybody. I have returned from Australia. Ta-dah!) I have noticed something of a strange trend amongst friends and family.

Everybody seems to have gotten smaller.

They haven't shrunk in the wash. Nor has being in a country full of Things That Try to Kill You made me bigger; everybody's losing weight like it's going out of style.

(BFFL Mika says that this is because I am a fat enabler. Which may not be too far from the truth. After all, I love food. MAN DO I LOVE FOOD. DOOF. FOOD. I love food like a fat kid loves cake. And I love sharing things I love with people. And making other people eat lots and lots of food makes me feel less guilty about eating lots and lots of food. )

My small mother has gotten even smaller. My partner Kodi has lost nearly ten pounds. In fact, everybody at work is obsessed with weight lately. One very large co-worker has gotten a gastric band placed and the pounds are suddenly dropping off. Just last night Marc was telling me how he put on "baby weight" and a double chin when his wife got pregnant, and only recently has he started to slough the stuff. Steve and Jay and Mike often discuss working out, losing weight, getting fit.

And then there's Chris, who is probably the troublemaker that started it all. Chris has, in the past two months, lost 30 lbs - and kept it off. A miracle of modern dietary myth. Chris, whom some of my co-workers *cough*etrinao*cough* used to call an obese chipmunk. Chris who has always insisted that he was in shape in the way that round or rotund is a shape.

Chris, who now has a flat stomach and is one skinny bitch.

On Monday my partner Joe, an avid supporter of McDonald's for lunch, turned to me and said, "I'm going to be good today. I brought mostly celery sticks."

Later on I learned that Steve had told Joe that he was getting fat ever since his girlfriend left him. Ouch.
"Yeah," Steve said. "...only I didn't say it so nicely..."

"...then Joe was like, 'yeah, I think I've gained like 10 pounds.' I said, 'Try more like twenty-five.' and then he just got really quiet and sad and I felt bad but I didn't know what to say!"

(esotericfrench thinks that this awkward and insensible exchange is the reason why men should be kept in zoos and watched but not allowed to interact with us.)

I think what's also interesting here is the male interest in weight loss. It's rare to see men actively care about their physical appearance; a man isn't made to feel he's worthless, after all, if he's overweight, or even FAT. I am fully in support of this. A man can care about his looks without losing his masculinity - and why shouldn't a man want to be fit? If I have to watch myself, godammit, then so should they. [Just ask dr_teng about his own Battle Against the Bulge]

All this, of course, makes me think about my own history with fat, my love & hate but mostly love relationship with food, what it means to be a chubby Asian chick, and how sometimes I have a problem but mostly I think I'm just normal.

I think.

You tell me.

( Confessions of a Chubby Mind... )

[edit]and what about you guys? What are your thoughts, personal experiences? I'd love to hear them.

Does anyone else think that people who don't get April Fool's Jokes just don't have a sense of humor?

When people can't spot a deliberate troll, or don't get jokes, I tend to think a little less of them.

[edit]LOL AGAIN
ppl maek me sad sumtiemz :'(

*People keep calling my phone and asking for "Richard Hitler." Just who are you, Richard Hitler? And just why are you giving out my phone number?


*Going to Australia tomorrow and I am terrible at packing!! Michichu method of packing involves throwing everything I think is pretty into a suitcase, but the kitty keeps on climbing into the suitcase and this is not helpful.


*Owlblot drama? Really? Lulz. Butthurt mods are kind of hilarious. 8D o ok


*dr_teng:
you know what sex perverts I'm not a fan of
those dumbass guys that cum on pictures and then post them online often with shots of their penis and often on image sharing sites with names that make you think they're normal images
stupid exhibitionist jerks
michichu2:
do you mean to say that you hate...getting dickrolled?

By the time I post again, I will be in another country. See you all on the flip side.


omg I am going to see the penguins and I will toooouch them


also i will be on the beach omg omg

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Tell your friends, tell your family, tell your crazy uncle Bob! Yes, the one who always smells like beer and pastrami. He's okay, for a weird guy.


In other news, I am going to Australia in a week and I cannot wait for THESE:


(yo dawg i heard you like baby wallabies so I put a baby wallaby in your baby wallaby so you can awwwww while you d'aaaaaaawww)

...or else my faith in the good of humanity is deeply shaken.


Title: "Kovacs"
Rating: R?
Pairing: Rorschach/Dr. Malcolm's daughter
Summary: Love in strange places...
Warnings: My first post (livejournal AND of fan fiction generally)..came up with the story, had to share with someone!  Is it wrong that I have a tinnyyy crush on Rorschach..come on, don't lie! so do you!!!! Can't tell Watchmen-fan friends, too embarrassed! lol..enjoy : D

Original character...check. Usage of "lol" check. Emoticon, check. (needs moar ^_^ ^_^ though.) Excessive exclamation points, check, check, checkarooni.


what.

( look upon this fic, ye mighty, and despair... )

Rapist asks for death, fears rape in prison

A Seattle man who'd admitted to raping two women at Myrtle Edwards Park was sentenced to 20 years in prison Friday.

Earlier this year, Angel Galvan-Hernandez pleaded guilty to two counts of first-degree rape in the separate August 2007 attacks at the waterfront park.

In both attacks, Galvan-Hernandez, 26, was accused of beating and choking his victims as he forced himself on them.

Speaking in King County Superior Court, Galvan-Hernandez pleaded with Judge Julie Spector to have him executed rather than send him to prison.

In a turn characterized by Spector, without humor, as "ironic," Galvan-Hernandez begged not to be sent to prison where he believes he will be raped.

"I prefer death a thousand times over being raped," said Galvan-Hernandez.

A tiny man less than 5 feet in height, Galvan-Hernandez told the court he'd been sexually assaulted numerous times as a street youth in Mexico.

"I want to pay for the act of cowardice," he added. "I admit it, but I just don't want to be raped."

According to police, Galvan-Hernandez first attacked a then-homeless woman in the park, beating her with chunks of concrete and biting her during the rape. He escaped only to attack another woman days later.

Moar.



Good.

spent the rest of the night thinking about that goddamned scene.

Thankfully the night was only two hours long.

everything looks better by the light of day.



This is the world we wanted.
All who would have seen us dead
are dead. I hear the witch’s cry
break in the moonlight through a sheet
of sugar: God rewards.
Her tongue shrivels into gas. . . .





Nights I turn to you to hold me
but you are not there.
Am I alone? Spies
hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
we are there still and it is real, real,
that black forest and the fire in earnest.

Saw Watchmen, may not get to sleep tonight. Work in an hour. No rest for the weary. Have some artistic qualms with the movie, but thought they put forth an admirable effort. Rorschach and Nite Owl were spot-on and very lovable, and I think that's what matters to me. Dr. Manhattan was perfect. Veidt and Comedian good too. oh! And also Sally Jupiter. Laurie...eh.
Further information at later time.

Overall, I'd say 6.5/10. Wish I could rate it higher. But I think my love for the source material is actually overwhelming the movie itself. Let's see how I feel upon second viewing. Feel free to ask questions/discuss in comments.



The Blaire Roche scene is still giving me shakes. Thought of little child, abused, frightened. Didn't like it. Personal reasons.

THE THEATRE CLOSEST TO MY HOUSE DOES NOT HAVE ONLINE TICKETING FOR THE MIDNIGHT PREMIERE OF WATCHMEN

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


OH GOD WHY

...i guess i'll just have to go stand in line with all the other nerds in costume.


so, who all is going? MOREOVER, WHO WANTS TO GO WITH ME?



[edit]: I am nervous I might not get in to see it now...>:[ but I don't want to drive to Boston I have work the next day argh!

one day late.

Yesterday I got a root canal, which I think sums up my feelings about V-Day.

BUT I wanted to show you all these Valentines my rocking little sistah n3k0biscuit drew. THEY ROCK!!!!!!! (fav and +watch her devart if you like 'em!)

stupid_drawings I think you might like these! There's a tribute to you after the cut.




Valentine - Darwin by ~manicouch on deviantART



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My photobucket was just deleted and I lost everything. D: D:

to do any proper camwhoring.



New hair/new phone/new computer +new webcam -photoshop/new hat/michi needs a new camera



Goodbye, old hair. It's been a wonderful two years and thou hast served me well.



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HAPPY NEW YEAR

( LET'S SEE THE DAMAGE )

It's kind of sad that my mother said, "Oh, good, I actually WANT to take a family photo of my girls now."

I am now maintainer of watchmenfic

Go join and post your disgusting perversions! Please!



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I am so obsessed with this it is ridiculous.

Also, the other night I went to a theatre showing of Repo! The Genetic Opera. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, please refer below:



I'm going to write a proper review of it later, but overall, it was enjoyable if you like teh Ubergothness and gore and that sort of the thing, and not very enjoyable if you're a stickler for character development/proper storytelling. I'd recommend it to people, but only a certain type of people.

However, seeing as it cost 8.5 million to make and made only 174 THOUSAND...you guys should buy the DVD. Usually I cannot, in good faith, recommend something I am not 100% behind, but I met the director and he was such a sad little man. It's like giving a hobo a handout. And you get a bloody musical in return! How many hobos can say that?

Sadly, I think the reason I like it so much is because of the twisted father/daughter relationship that was borderline Elektra-complex-ish. I know, I have issues. BUT IT HAS SINGING GILES. WHO DOESN'T LOVE IT WHEN GILES SINGS????

OBSERVE:



omg plz be my father figure.

I am a melty puddle of goo. A melty puddle of goo who needs to go run errands. More on my issues at 10! Stay tuned!

[edit] p.s. how ugly was Michelle Obama's dress?



I am an adamant advocate for change. And for her to change her wardrobe.