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Twinkle Star

Published January 24, 2014 by sophiachandler

When I was younger I abused my worn-out copy or Kira-Kira by Cynthia Kadohata.

I read it so many times, especially when I was about ten and was literally obsessed with everything remotely Japanese. I loved Katie and Lyn and their relationship and Silly and Sammy and I hated Amber with a passion so ardent that the name still gives me bad vibes and I refuse to like it.

I haven’t touched that book in a long while now, but it was one of the reasons why I have liked Japan and its culture ever since.

and then today I listened to this Innocently Angelic song by Kana Hanagawa:

It’s. Shiori. It’s Shiori from TWGOK ohmygosh this lady just sang a song from my favorite manga and anime and it was beautiful, period. How could I not resist falling in love with it? How could I not? Plus Shiori is one of my favorite targets in the series (second only to Ayumi/Tenri).

you have to listen to it.

PLEASE.

That matter aside, I just want to say something about a certain friend (ahem ahem Kia *cough* cough*) that I’ve been talking to a lot reaaaaaally recently. Talking to as in spamming. Gommenasai Kia-chan~ but really thanks so much for putting up with my stuff and pretending to be interested even though you weren’t really though or maybe you were I couldn’t tell. And supporting me throughout whatever I did. And forcing me to stay true to my task and pissing off Alex (I gave up on that fanfic in the end, guys. .-.). And telling me I was brave for defending someone (really, I wasn’t, maybe it was a little brave, but it was estupido).

So thanks.

And I love you. Not in the romantic way.

~Sophia

P.S. that was the most awkward confession ik

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Teensy Update

Published January 17, 2014 by sophiachandler

I have to stop fangirling over Ao Haru Ride and get back to my work.

(It’s a sweet-but-cliche manga that had me almost in tears. Which means that it’s Beautiful~)

A teeny update: YAY STARTING WORK ON THE FANFIC. And we (Kia and I) might set up a little WordPress blog catering to our Cheezinn-fangirling needs 😀 WDYT?

On a side note, I realise I haven’t been crushing on any new names for quite a while, but I discovered Persephone and I adore it. I love the nicknames Perry, Saffy and Effie (as in Effie Trinket THG anyone?). WDYT?

~Sophia

Juniper

Published January 15, 2014 by sophiachandler

I’m finally able to squeeze in a short update in between all my business and shaz…

I’m not gonna lie. School’s fun to an extent.

Mainly because of Juniper who’s sitting a seat away from me. SHE’S AWESOME because she actually reads shojo manga instead of Naruto -.- (I don’t have anything against Naruto, it’s just that all the anime/manga people in our class, which is 75% are Naruto lovers and Naruto lovers only except for Juniper, her three friends and me) AND TWGOK AND Nisekoi AND Watashi Nii xx Shinasai AND wanted to try Ao Haru Ride as well. AND she listens to Vocaloid. AND because she also ships Alex with her childhood friend “because it was just like a typical shojo plot”.

Can you tell how much I adore her?

About Alex and her childhood friend: I’m calling him Declan because who cares he seems like one. Alex and Declan are really good together, that’s probably why their non-existent relationship is shipped by so many awesome people~ including Juniper and me of course! And it doesn’t exactly hurt that Alex’s best friend likes Declan too~ it thickens the plot.

so this post was a short one but have no fear I’ll be BACK on the weekends with an update on my Japanese class~

~Sophia

Dreams

Published December 20, 2013 by sophiachandler

I was reading a Tips and Tricks on Wattpad book (I try to read every single one I come across nowadays) when I noticed that one of the tips was to keep a journal/notebook close by so that you could write down all your ideas that would pop up randomly when you least expected it. Especially, the narrator went on to explain, by your bedside, so that you could scribble down something just when an idea struck you before bed and you didn’t want to try and remember in the morning. Or you could use it to record down your dreams too, before you forgot them.

And that got me thinking about my dreams. I have weird dreams. Doesn’t everyone? There’s always this recurring dream that I have of some guy that looks suspiciously like Tarzan wearing nothing but a thong, freefalling with his arms reaching out towards the light at the end of the long rock tunnel he’s falling through. Like Alice In Wonderland. I used to keep having that when I was about six, and it freaked me out.

There’s also another dream that I’ve had recently.

The dream is really. Freaky. I think I must be reading too many Battle Royale wiki pages already. My mind is being possessed by some bloodthirsty spirit.

Anyway, in my dream our entire grade was in a war. And by war I mean soldiers and guns and killing and blood. I saw a lot of blood. I can’t be sure about dead bodies.

I don’t remember the war part, only the post-war stuff. And there was one very vivid part, towards the end of the scene, that I remember really clearly. That part is the freakiest.

So what happened is that towards the end of the war, our side won, and we started collecting bodies and everything, for some reason. The war was taking place in this swampy place, with a river, I think, but there was land on one side and a river and on the other side of the rover, a thick, dense jungle. Bodies that for some reason looked brown and lumpy and human-shaped poop were being fished out of the river and stuff. And then I heard someone call, “Pierre’s (not his real name) dead!”

(Pierre: what I am currently calling the grade genius because of his capability to be amazing in every single freaking subject in class.)

And then we saw him laid out with glasses intact (somehow) and everything. And then we were all shocked, and grieved over his loss for a long time. Then someone cremated his body and made an altar to him.

That’s when I woke up.

At first I went, “Whoa.” And then, because in the morning my brain tends not to work, “why do I hate Pierre so much that I decided to kill him off in my dreams?”

That’s just one small example of how idiotic my brain is during the morning, after an especially mind-numbing class, et cetera. Then there was this other one time after an especially mind-numbing extra lesson (told you!) when I spotted a colleague of my dad, and waved to him. When he didn’t recognize me, I went, “Unh… unh… I’m my father’s… daughter?”

Ahahaha soooo funny.

I sound like Prince Charming in this video clip right here – but I digress.

That aside, my dream would make a very good story. I remember this other ‘group contribution’ story that someone created. But anyways the plot was based on a dream of an alien attack or something, but that was years back. And people had to die, but when we asked the whole grade to contribute no one wanted to offer themselves up for sacrifice. Everyone wanted to write from their perspective. I think I tried to voice the perspective of one of my fashion-obsessed, clean-freak friends, Willow, and mimicked her in the form of a cliche shallow popular teenage girl. And when we were eleven, these two other girls Tori and Harlow (not their real names!) and I wrote a story that was in the form of one of those cliche teen high school novels, with us being the popular clique and the main characters. The novel was basically all about our shallow love lives and partying and teenage awkwardness.

Don’t judge, ‘kay? I mean, we were only eleven and young and naive at the time.

I think now I’ll keep a notebook next to my bed to jot down my story ideas before bed.

~Sophia

P.S. If you want to read a teen fiction novel that will leave you, literally, rolling on the floor in fits of laughter, please check out Not All Blondes Do Backflips by CrayonChomper! I think she’s amazing!

This Isn’t Much Of A Post

Published November 22, 2013 by sophiachandler

Today was the day of reckoning – the day, that is, when we got back our much-dreaded result slips of the latest major exam. The examination is much like the SAT, only, it decides which high school you can enter.

It’s been almost six hours since I’ve queued up in the entrance hall with its stale air and the putrid smell of sweat wafting into my nostrils – but enough of the graphic descriptions! Not that I wasn’t satisfied with my score, it was pretty high, but it wasn’t what I’d expected to get. Some of my friends weren’t satisfied with their scores, others were (they’d even bragged about it with their heads held up high).

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(photo taken from The World’s Best Photos of Elongation)

And then after that my parents and two of my close friends and their parents and one of my close friends’ brother and I went together to IKEA to have lunch and continue their deep conversation about who was the most good-looking guy in our grade, or something. Sometimes I don’t understand why adults talk about awkward stuff.

IKEA’s meatballs are yummy~

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(photo taken from: urbanspoon.com)

I was reading this really sweet manga (Watashi ni XX Shinasai, in case you’re wondering!) and I’m only on chapter thirteen out of the current 51 chapters available, but the boy is so HAWT ❤ sorry but I couldn’t help myself ^^ hehe! There’s still a slightly disturbing idea of Incest, because (spoiler alert!) her cousin has been in love with her for a really long time…

I thought I’d throw in a random quote from the current song I’m listening to now:

“The feelings got lost in my lungs
They’re burning, I’d rather be numb
And there’s no one else to blame
So scared I’ll take off and run
I’m flying too close to the sun
And I’ll burst into flames”

If you’re a Lovatic, you can probably guess which song this is… 😉

~Sophia