A Momentary Ache >.<

So at this hour, I am flooded by vivid memories… (Please click to continue reading this post.)

Green Tea Chocolate, Calm Version

Friday afternoon, I went to buy some ingredients for some green tea chocolate. It was the birthday of Denise last Thursday and she liked the first batch of green tea chocolate I made, so for her birthday, I decided to make her some again. I made it differently this time, though, and used different portions of the ingredients. As I finished making it, I tasted it and I think it tasted fine, though I know more of the matcha bitterness will come out later on. I wasn’t able to taste it by then, though, since I have placed everything in a tub for giving to Denise after kendo. It was so nice to make it (^^,) I hope she likes it though it isn’t much. 

I also realized it was so much fun to make green tea chocolate without The Anxiety XD And bringing it to the dojo did not involve hyperventilation as it did the last time I brough homemade green tea chocolate XD

O_O

This time last year, I went to hell. (Of course, it was involuntary.)

No need to spill gory details ^.^

I was going to write this last night, at the exact same time around which a major shift in my life took place. However, my internet provider has not been very cooperative lately so… anyway, I just thought I’d mention about going to hell. 

But the point is, I am here now. And though I went through some kind of phase last Monday (which I forgot to write about then), which is totally unrelated to my Involuntary Hell Trip, things have been more manageable than I thought. 

So yeah, I just thought I’d mention it. 

I am quite relieved that my death wish then didn’t come true. Pano na lang si サイバさん XD 

Loko lang. 

Well seriously, so far, so good. 

I will just try not to read so much into chance meetings and seemingly perfect timings so that I can finally break The Pattern. That also means letting サイバさん sleep inside my head for as long as he can. I have been tired and I will not lift a finger anymore (”.) 

My sister said it had seemed like it was SOOOOO Long Ago. Probably because so much had taken place too and the energies were so heavy that they seemed to have been dragging on for ages. 

So anyway. 

さようなら、先生。

さようなら、いっかくちゃん。

さようなら、all the false hopes. 

かれの名前

The other day, I was finally able to say his name to myself >.< (I know, it’s strange.)

It has been odd, being unable to say it, and I find myself automatically stopping once I start with the sound of the first letter. 

It was a struggle, but I was able to say it. I think I had to, because keeping it all locked up inside makes my head hurt XD

Then today, I am able to “mention” his name once in a while in my thoughts, or when I make WISHES. 

*wishes* >.< 

>.< He’s so adorable. Super >.< 

(Sometimes I get sudden flashbacks of how adorable he looks with his hair combed a certain way >.< I don’t even think he is fully aware it looks like that >.< かわいい！！！！！)

(There are also other random flashbacks of moments when he just Suddenly Looked Different >.<)

たいへんですね！

Felt

Last night, internet connection became VERY wonky, so I wasn’t able to write a particular entry anymore >.< As I listened to some music and heard a song by Peaches again after a loooong time, I realize it elicits certain…. things:

intense emotions

maddening desire

delirious anxiety

a game of tug-of-war, my self pulling back my self, my self reaching out to obtain, cling.

Steal.

The Town

We went to the older part of Pasig during the Election Day to vote - it’s the older part of town where I grew up. Most of its historical spots were still there, including the really old gift shops and school supplies stores and bakeries that I remember from early childhood. The streets are more crowded now, though, with more fast food chains lining the streets. 

So anyway on our way to the public school where we were supposed to vote, we drove by the old library and museum (though now it is just called a museum):

Back then when I was a kid, this building wasn’t that yellow. It was the Pasig Library and Museum. Before it even became a public libary, it was HOME to an actor or actress, I just forgot the name. It was a mansion in the middle of the town, and at some point there was a railroad somewhere there. Anyway I only heard that story when I was kid, because I was so amazed at how huge the inside of the library was, and I couldn’t remember my way around when I was inside. I remember visiting this place with my sister, and we would borrow plenty of books, and sometimes we would hang out in there and just go through the huge hardbound books that we either cannot take out, or do not want to bring all the way to the house because they were too heavy.

I remember going to the children’s section, but only enjoyed looking at the pictures in the books, but I would prefer to go to where the “grown-up” books are, meaning the romantic novels, dramatic stories, or suspense thrillers. One time I looked at the pictures of a huge book of medical studies and diseases, but I was so disturbed by what I saw, and I felt awfully sick. I think we went to buy some burgers and snow cones after so I’d feel better >.<

So anyway, when I was a kid, my sister and I would spend a lot of our summer days visiting this public library, which is now just a museum. I have no idea what’s inside it now, and what it looks like. I remember visiting the museum part of this when I was a kid, though I cannot remember what were on display.

Beside this library was the town plaza, as in your traditional plaza across the church, where there are lamp posts and benches and plants and flowers, though I am not sure if I remember correctly that there is a fountain in the middle of it. I wasn’t able to take a photo, though, because we had to turn left towards the side of the really old Pasig church, on our way to the public school.

This means I wasn’t able to take a photo of the church too, except for one part of the bell tower.

The church I grew up with, until I just stopped going. (Aaargh, SUDDEN INFLUX of memories about certain…. people. I think I was in high school. Or grade school. Or early high school. Argh. Anyway. Looking back… >.< I can’t say it >.< Certain church boys. Or twins.) ANYWAY, this is a really old church, and it is so beautiful from the outside. Inside, it still looks nice, but I think a greater part of the altar and the niches have been redesigned, and most of it has been gilded, taking away the old, traditional, homey, wooden, simple look. Personally I think it was more beautiful how it looked before - when everything was either in stone or in wood - rather than having everything gilded or encased in whatever ornament. 

(residues from the influx >.<)

So anyway, we got to the public school, lined up for almost four hours, and voted.  

A Memory of Ache and Mist

“Recently I have been spending time on skype, communicating with a loved one both present and absent. There are times when words, letters, and pictures need to be replaced by a haptic space of darkness and touch.”

Not that I have been spending time on Skype like the writer of these lines, but my mind just remembered a time when someone was always present, yet absent. Always present, that I seem to have him in my pocket, then I pull him out of it, and speak of nightmares, of things I remembered him by. Always present, I work, he is there, I kill time, he is there. I open inboxes and he is there. I close my eyes and he is there. But always absent, because he was never here. Never. Ever. On the few occasions we would be physically in the same place, we had to live and act in the way this particular universe is supposed to be lived. And not according to the other universe he has created, or we have created, but the bigger part of which was lovingly created by him, and I only came to sit on my princess chair. In that universe, no one else was present. In this universe, there are many people. So many people. 

And then I would go through many moments, so many that I lost count, when the sweetest, sprinkled words need to be realized. Especially when there are physical gaps that emanated with hope and longing.

*shift*

Well anyway, as the title says, it’s just a memory. It just struck me when I read the quoted lines. *sighs and moves on*

Interrupted

So yesterday, I was, uhm, interrupted. 

At first I was doing totally okay, but towards the evening, I was disoriented and my resolve was somewhat, trampled. I am quite annoyed - with myself. But then again, this is just a phase and I will be doing just fine again after a short while. I just need to remember what made me decide to drop the whole thing. The Morning Sad. Regardless of everything else before it. 

Hay. These halts are troublesome. 

Cozy Home

Just got home from… home XD

I mean I just got home to our current ohme with my dad. We drove my mom to the other house. I also brought some of my stuff already and measured where I will place my bed. I also chose a curtain for my room and decided where to place the TV and other stuff. 

I also discovered a black cat (Black Cat!) at the corner of the street. He was calling out like my friend Cosi, and I think he also glared at me. I have yet to be sure though XD

The other house feels cozy already (^^,) Perhaps it’s also because it’s the first time I went there at night, plus the wind outside was cold, so everything felt pleasantly summery (^^,) 

Tomorrow morning, the moving-truck will take everything already except my computer and everything connected to my internet connection. So tomorrow after class, I will probably go home to the other house, then come here to work, then go home to the other house to sleep. Tuesday morning, the cable and internet lines will be transferred. So, everything else that’s left here will be taken there early Tuesday morning. 

Tomorrow evening I will say my farewell to the house, and to the backyard trees T.T Huling sleep ko na pala dito tonight *_* The room that housed all my personalities for the past nine years. *sigh* Hehe biglang nag-emote XD Sana the other house will witness better relationships and better people ^.^ 

To Be Continued

So, hindi na nasundan yung first batch of things that I packed XD Bukas ulit. I’m tired na. I’ve taken out already my biggest traveling bag (with flower wheels) and will pack na my Wii, my books, Mihara-san and all his faces and props, Reina-san and all her stuff, various decorative items, my bogu, swimwear, craft materials, games, among other things. 

Sana mabigay ko na That Particular Bag of Stuff >.< It’s really stressing me out. I am stressed by the idea of having to deal with some emotional turmoil again after the incident. Sobrang natrauma ako talaga last year when I felt like an invisible tie has been severed as I rode away. I bled until I got home, until the following day, until days after that. 

So anyway, (biglang nagkwento) I believe it will be another huge step, a clearing of the path. 

>.<

The Tree That I Always Pull At

I will miss this tree T.T Usually when I’m out at the front yard and I am waiting for someone, I hang on to these big leaves and pull and hang on or I will fall. Afterwards my hands would pleasantly smell of leaves. 

Our Home Goes with Kabukiza

So, I just read today that the really old kabuki theatre in Tokyo will be taken down, and that everyone is so sad about it. I felt sad about it too somehow. And then later on my sister and I were discussing about how sad it is that the trees in our backyard will be cut down, to make way for the new homes that will be built (We are currently occupying space big enough for two or three homes.), which means no more backyard. It was sad to think that the birds will no longer have a peaceful hangout T.T Bye bye nature T.T So afterwards, it just occurred to me that this house will be torn down around the same time as the kabuki theatre T.T

Anyway, I have resolved to say my proper goodbyes to the trees and to this house, which has witnessed SO MUCH. So many relationships, friends, beginning, and endings. >.<

So, today, my parents were out most of the time, taking care of the new house, while I worked the day away (naghahabol ng oras dahil sa absent >.<). Tomorrow, the living room and dining sets will be taken out. So, halos wala nang laman ang bahay. Pero yung kwarto ko, punong puno pa >.< (As usual. The last one to pack.) 

Looking Back

You were

purely intense and amazing.

>.<

Lines, 1

Based on the previous entry, here are the first of the favorite lines I came across as I browsed. I don’t remember when I highlighted/underlined these lines, though. Different markers were used for different parts, so I guess I always highlighted something new whenever I reread the book (^^,) They were probably marked and highlighted for various reasons with various people in mind >.< This time, though, these lines may have conjured up a different face in my mind. >.< (It’s not really this intense, but the face came to mind nevertheless.)

I am the swallower of sins.

The lust goddess without guilt.

The delicious debauchery. You bring out

the primordial exquisiteness in me.

The nasty obsession in me.

The corporal and venial sin in me.

The original transgression in me. 

Sprinkles in My Dream

I woke up knowing I had a vivid dream but I couldn’t remember it because I kind of panicked about the time and got confused what day it is. Then as I was going through some images, I came across an image of a small mountain of sprinkles - a combination of rainbow and chocolate sprinkles. Suddenly, my heart started to race (I am not sure why) and I leaned back on my seat. Fragments of my dream came back to me.

I was in an outdoor ice cream place, and I was so excited because it was supposed to be really good ice cream and it was so popular one in my dream. I know there were loads of ice cream flavors and colors, but I decided to just choose a simple one, and get a small serving, so that I can try other flavors if I still wanted more ice cream. There were many people but when it was my turn, there was suddenly no line and I was able to order right away. At this time, I can vaguely remember having someone with me - it’s either my daughter or a talking cat. I remember guiding a child by the hand, though, but I also remember talking to a cat beside me about the ice cream flavors, and they were never around at the same time. 

So, when I got to the counter, the lady asked me what size I wanted, and I remember seeing four different ones - there was small, medium, large, and a jumbo cup. All the paper cups were in blue, with cartoony designs which reminded my of the Sanrio Shinkansen. I chose the smallest one, but ordered two cups. I wanted two scoops but wanted them in different flavors. I then realized though, that there were also LOADS of toppings to choose from, and I almost hyperventilated with excitement. So, I ordered plain vanilla, for both orders. I moved on to the toppings section, and I always want sprinkles on my ice cream, so I pointed at the rainbow sprinkles. However, I saw the chocolate sprinkles and said I wanted those too. The lady said I can only choose one topping per ice cream, so she asked if she should put rainbow sprinkles on one ice cream, and chocolate sprinkles on the other. Quickly, I decided yes, and thought that I can just always order more ice cream lateron if I still wanted them, plus I can come back to the store some other day to try out the other flavors.

As she scooped some sprinkles though, I noticed that my two scoops of ice cream were not in separate cups, but were placed in a square plastic container. She neatly placed the ice cream though, so that they hardly touched each other. Then she sprinkled one with chocolate sprinkles, and the other with rainbow sprinkles. At the back of my head though, I was like, they’d all get mixed up when the ice cream melts. Finally, I took my weirdo ice cream and walked back to a table where my other companions were already having ice cream, and my daughter was so excited to share it with me.

All this I remembered when I saw the image showing a mixture of rainbow and chocolate sprinkles. >.<

Onegaishimasu

Your hand, so hot, burns a hole in my hand.

Dream Bits

It was amazing that on a Sunday, I was able to sleep around midnight (^^,) 

I slept through the whole night, and only woke up a few minutes before my alarm went off. 

I don’t remember much of my dream, but I know that the saiai was always present. I am not sure what our situation is, but everything is in the context of post-honmei-choco

This morning I took a powernap and he was also in my dream. Again, though, I cannot remember what happened. It’s probably all residual thoughts because I fell asleep with vivid thoughts about Saturday, plus some other thoughts of things I wish to happen (^^,)

This Morning

I woke up, remembered yesterday, and smiled (^^,) The surprise on his face and how the giving smoothly went made me all fuzzy and warm inside (^^,)

Staying Behind Somebody Else’s Home / Ironic Morning

After days and nights of dressing corporate, I stepped out of the automatic glass doors in a t-shirt and yoga pants, wearing a pair of slippers and carrying a big bottle of water. I just woke up and have just washed my face and the September (or was it October?) morning weather was perfect.

I was staying behind his homeland, and he was flying away from it, for another business trip. I didn’t need to go home until after another week. 

And that morning, awe was all over his face, probably because of how different I looked. His eyes shined at me that I almost heard a “ting!” like in cartoons, and he looked so refreshed all of a sudden, smiling that familiar smile when an idea pops into his mind. For a while, the people with us were not there, and it was just A Morning of Nicely Dressed Fresh-looking People, composed of the clean nice-to-see-every-morning-as-you-wake-up lady in yoga pants and the hardworking man in a nice jacket and nice jeans (and I think nice shoes). 

Finally, we all bowed our goodbyes and they drove off, and I crossed the street to go to the convenience store to get something sweet, then went back up my apartment. The moment lingered for a while, dissipated, and then I saw the candy on a stick which he insisted on buying a couple of nights before. Moment lingers back again, with a hint of the Cerulean Challenge, and then was gone again.

Of course back then, I never really dwelled on anything like that, because I was no different from an adoring, good-girl newlywed, and there was never any question of anything else. 

So anyway I just remembered it because I realized that everytime I listened to Aisha Duo I would remember taking my long walks in that place I love and taking in the cold morning air out in my balcony as I listened to the crows, and how everything in that trip seemed so surreal, and, I was listening to their music earlier today.

In hindsight, of course, it was a very good thing that nothing ever came out of it, even a year before that September, which was when I first met him, because no matter how nice the story would have looked, he was still a form of headache. And of course no one really needs a headache, except perhaps if you are to use it as a reason to get away from long boring agitating meetings. Anyway, it wasn’t really anything, I just remembered the Ironic Morning of People Nicely Dressed when I heard the music for the nth time, and this time I thought I’d write about it.  

Would You Like Some Onigiri?

One of my “onigiri memories” was when I ate a HUGE piece with my hands, as Koji-san taught me (^^,) It was the nth dish served that night and I sat across Koji-san, and a lot of them couldn’t eat any more. It was one of the funnest and happiest nights I had in Tokyo (^^,) I will always feel grateful to Koji-san for that (^^,) How about you? What are your associations with onigiri?

Tapa King and Kulit Queens

I found a sheet of paper from way back in college - it has notes passed among Lora, Emyr, and myself during one of our classes (I forgot which one). Lora and I sat next to each other, and Emyr was somewhere at the back. The note went like this:

I wrote to Emyr: Emyr dear, would like to have lunch with me and Lors at KFC?

Lora added: Hi Emyr!

Emyr wrote: I don’t like KFC. Tapa King na lang. 

Lora wrote: Okay with me. Ikaw Pits?

I wrote: It’s okay!

Then we sent back to note to Emyr, but after I wrote again: Emyr, okay lang sa yo Tapa King? 

Emyr replied: Pwede Tapa King na lang?

I wrote: Okay lang? Ikaw?

Lora added: Ako ok din. Si Emyr kaya?

I wrote: Ewan. Tanungin natin. Emyr, okay lang ba sa yo ang Tapa King?

Then we passed it back to Emyr.

Emyr wrote: I have decided: Tapa King! Wala nang kokontra!

I wrote: Okay lang naman sa amin ang Tapa King e. Ikaw lang ang makulit.

Lora added: Onga. Ikaw lang ang kumokontra. Hay naku!

Then we sent it back to Emyr. Exasperated, he just replied: Basta. Tapa King tayo!

:D

Written in My Mind

Before the year ended I did a lot of clutter clearing. I came across the book “Written on The Body” by Jeanetter Winterson. My copy is really old, and back then (this was around 2000-2001 if I remember correctly - about 10 years ago!) I read it several times and highlighted some favorite lines. So as I was cleaning, I found the book, browsed through the highlighted portions, and got struck by some of them. Sharing those lines here.

“I fear you have a door I cannot see and that any minute now the door will open and you’ll be gone. Then what?”

“She said, very sad, not reproachful, but sad, ‘I wondered where you were. It’s nearly midnight. I wondered where you were.’”

“It’s odd being in someone else’s room when they’re not there. Especially when you love them. Every object carries a different significance.Why did she buy that? What does she especially like? Why did she sit in this chair and not in that one? The room becomes a code that you have only a few minutes to break.”

“The world will come and go in the tide of a day but here is her hand with my future in its palm.”

“When I turn in the night the bed is continent-broad. There is endless white space where you won’t be. I travel it inch by inch but you’re not there. It’s not a game, you’re not going to leap out and surprise me. The bed is empty. I’m in it but the bed is empty.”

“Your smell soothes me to sleep.”

“I wish I could hear your voice again.”

“This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?”

“I fell into dead sleeps and woke unrested. When my heart hurt I could no longer cry.”

Ruined Ruins Plan :T

I just suddenly remembered the old plans to go to Cafe by The Ruins, and well basically those plans were ruined

So yeah, I want to go back there again and wonders if… (^^,) Well in any case… (^^,)

Haha sorry ang labo.

Last night I fell asleep with a slight giggle because I remember the two めんがぬ incidents (lmao)

Another Clutter-free Cabinet

So, I’m taking a short break from practicing in writing the first Kanji of the days of the week. You know, like what kids do

Earlier, I cleaned up one of my closed cabinets. Previously, that’s where I kept my box of “ingredients”, containers of miscellaneous stuff, purchased gift wrappers, a small tub of hand bags and pouches, a small tub of bikinis and beach outfits, a small tub of gift card materials, a jar of money. 

Now it just has:

• A huge empty box for later use; have yet to figure it out
• Rolls of gorgeous gift wrappers in beautiful material
• Rolls of gift card paper
• The tub of gift card materials
• The tub of swimwear
• The tub of hand bags and pouches
• A jar of candles
• A set of containers, each containing miscellaneous stuff and money for Something Foundation

I took out/away:

• My four-element and compass kit (I threw away the old feather because it has been eaten by bugs, then, suddenly, I found a new one, still whole and unused, so I was able to immediately replace the one I threw away.) 
• A small container of foreign coins from various places
• A small container of gemstones (will cleanse them and put them to use)
• A travel spell chest (I only kept the candle, and the travel talisman, and the tiny world map, but got rid of everything else. It was only passed on to me and never used, so the bugs and dust got to it first.)
• The Red Chest of something I can’t describe here - perhaps I can use certain pieces. Maybe it’s because it has never been actually imbued with anything so maybe it’s about time. Haha.
• A bottle of rose water. I’ve put it in the bathroom. Before I took a bath tonight I had it energized.
  
• A container of tea lights, which I also kept in the bathroom for the oil burner. 
• A set of swimwear (tossed it for the garage sale)
• Cotton pouch for keeping small pieces of clothing during travel, which is as old as my Bangkok trip (tossed for the garage sale)
• A couple of US paper bills (I was so surprised I had that money kept hehe)
• My leftover Japanese coins from my Japan trip (makes me think of the Meiji drink)
• My eye pillow
• My runes are already taken out anyway.

So now my cabinet is quite clean and organized.

Japanese Christmas

I was listening to a Japanese radio station when it played this “Standard Christmas Medley”. It played the Japanese version of Rudolph and I suddenly remembered my Nihongo I class, when Ian-sensei made us listen to it December of last year. I think it was the exact same record because it was the exact same Yachiru-like voice Hehe. Nostalgia. 

Inside the Magic of Cherry Blossoms

I was going through some older blog entries and came across this one about trying to relax and I think the blood rushed to my face and I realized it was written EXACTLY a month ago, and wala lang, exactly a month ago lang As I read back on other entries I realize too that so much time has already passed and it all seemed so quick. Yet it’s amazing to find SO MUCH inside a seemingly short period. So many changes, promises, experiences, all inside it. Sometimes it makes you see how much time you have REALLY given something and you amaze youself with your patience. Anyway, moving forward, I was just wanting to write about the old blog entry I just shared and chose not to dwell so much on all the other stuff. (Gabi na rin at ayoko nang mapagod. Kaya, happy thoughts na lang. There’s Subtle Knife, and my subtle thoughts. So perhaps staying in the magic isn’t so bad after all. Besides, I realized it has helped me a lot all this time. Hence, the comfort that I spoke of recently.) 

Second Wind

Last night, I was planning to sleep early so I can rest well before a long Friday - my last Nihongo lessons and a visit to an eye doctor, then work. However, I ended up chatting with a very silly friend of mine who ended up making fun of me and had stomach pains due to so much laughter :-w

Anyway, we basically talked about old things thrown away, thrown thing possibly found, old conversation topics remembered, and plans to obtain riches and wealth. I ended up sleeping around 1 am :T It was fun, though, after a long deliberation of phone numbers and redundant tarsiers and enjoying doing nothing  

An Old Oath

It’s so funny - I found an old piece of paper on which a college friend and I signed to seal an oath. It was dated July 23, 1998. The oath was called “Oath of English Philosophical Discpline” - if I remember correctly, we named it as such because it had something to do with certain crushes from the English Department and the Philosophy Department. We wrote it because we realize we have spent way too much time sticking around the building waiting for them to go to class or to come back from it

So our oath went:

We, *** and ***, fourth year, AB Psych, vow not to go to Dela Costa unless necessary. Necessary means we have to go there for oral exams or for consultations.

It’s hilarious, I sent her a message about it. Funny memories.

One Nostalgic Morning

So I woke up hungry and had McDonald’s breakfast delivered As I started work early, I was drinking coffee and listening to Nina Cardie (The Cardigans ) I realized how nostalgic this can be. Lol. The taste of McDonald’s coffee, the gloomy weather, and Country Hell

Relax?

Relax? How can I relax when your proximity is making me a little faint It almost makes feel like I’m inside the magic of cherry blossoms. 

The memory of walking back is just as close to my ear as when this presence almost enveloped me.

This Afternoon

I think it’s the way the sun shines. I remember the long afternoon walks. 

Morning Crows

I remember around this time last year I’d wake up and walk out to the balcony and watch the crows and hear them as they fly overhead. I miss those mornings! I miss the sound of the crows.

The Promise of the World

(From the ending theme of Howl’s Moving Castle.)

the smile that waver inside tears

is the promise of the world since the beginning of time

even if now you’re alone, from the yesterday when you were two

glittering today’s arisen

as the day you met for the first time 

you are not inside memories

come as a gentle breeze to graze my cheek 

even after parting in an afternoon, sunshine leaking through leaves

the promise of the world never dies 

now you’re alone, but tomorrow’s limitless

you taught me

the gentleness hidden in the night 

you are not inside memories

you live forever into the melody of a brook, 

in the colour of this sky, in the fragrance of flowers 

Last Year

Around this time last year, I was preparing for my trip to Japan

I remembered one moment, like, a Moment. It was so odd but it was also so nice. I would have killed for that a year before. But back then, right at that moment, I didn’t realize how nice it was. 

In any case, I didn’t budge because I thought what I had back home was real. I’ve no regrets, though. At least I knew I did what was right. I was polite at the store, and I didn’t light a stick at the Cerulean.

いま､ あたらしいにほんじんです｡

Last Day

It’s my last day to report to the office XD

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