☆ Kuroshitsuji | 黒執事 | Black Butler (mangaka's blog)

Angst ridden bishounens, Victorian era, aristocrats and lace clothings, demons and the supernatural, gothic inspired buildings. Just what more can I ask for? I just read the first book, and I love love love it to death. Sebastian Michelis is damn gorgeous and a demon to boot. And Ciel is just so... omg, quietly vulnerable like my dear Ritsuka of Loveless fame. And the storyline is pretty cool, a little mysterious, highly quirky and full of funny snippets here and there. I can't wait to get my hands on the next books.

☆ No More Heroes

Hmm, a game where I get to slaughter people as an assassin? Too cool for words. Though sadly, the main character, Travis Touchdown has... a lame-ass name and a bad dub actor. The killing part? Way fun though very unrealistic when you see the whole fountain of blood just spurting out...

☆ My new Laptop
Because finally I can get all the j-rock music that I want without pissing my brother off when I download everything and eats at his space. And that I can use it 24/7 without caring when he's at home or not. Yeah, means that I need not be so sneaky and erase all my internet history.

☆ poetry
I have started a poetry journal where I note down a poem everyday. This... habit is thanks to LJ user, exceptindreams, who inspired me to start my own version.

“Warning!”

Jenny Joseph

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me,
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.