Largely about my mad love for Mukodono

If there are a lot of better things than waking up after an eight-hour sleep on the plane, munching on almond crush pocky and grape juice, and starting your rewatch of Pride, I have yet to experience them.

I always adore flying: both being on the plane and in the connecting terminals. It's a feeling that normal course of life has been indefinitely suspended and that you are free of any past, future, connections, obligations, or anything. It always puts me into a good mood.

Sadly, I have failed to discover any magazines of sexy Japanese celebrities (though I did discover a poster of Oguri Shun hawking green tea. Only my non-existent Japanese prevented me from being the weirdo who would ask the sales clerk whether I could buy it. It would gave given her something to talk over dinner: the freaky foreigner). Notwithstanding that, Narita remains my favorite airport. Not only did I have omerice for dinner (eeee!), they have a glorious invention known as 'day rooms': $19 for two hours and you get a teeny room with a bed and a shower and a wake-up call. My idea of heaven.

Anyway, am now in Perth, and preparing to spend the day sleeping, working my way through the remaining pockys, and watching Pride.

But most of the post will not be about that. Most of the post will be about my newly-finished darling, Mukodono. I inhaled episodes 5-12 on the flight, alternately laughing a bit too loudly (I tried to muffle it, I truly did) or getting ridiculously sobby. I wish to say it was jetlag or lack of sleep that turned me into such a bipolar mess, but that would be lying.

( Thoughts on eps 5-12. Beware, it's a dissertation )

Phew, was this long or what?

And now I am off to watch Pride and fall in love all over again. There is nothing I don't love about that drama: Aki's first glimpse of Halu (herself a complete alien in the sports-pumped and/or fangirlish crowd), Halu's eyes when he sees Aki in a bar *drowns in them*, and going 'this is bad, she looks like someone from last century', the goalie's sweetness, the guy-bonding, the sheer absurdity of Halu staging to be beaten up just so he could get Aki's email making Aki laugh. Everything.

I know I owe everyone replies!

Largely about my mad love for Mukodono

If there are a lot of better things than waking up after an eight-hour sleep on the plane, munching on almond crush pocky and grape juice, and starting your rewatch of Pride, I have yet to experience them.

I always adore flying: both being on the plane and in the connecting terminals. It's a feeling that normal course of life has been indefinitely suspended and that you are free of any past, future, connections, obligations, or anything. It always puts me into a good mood.

Sadly, I have failed to discover any magazines of sexy Japanese celebrities (though I did discover a poster of Oguri Shun hawking green tea. Only my non-existent Japanese prevented me from being the weirdo who would ask the sales clerk whether I could buy it. It would gave given her something to talk over dinner: the freaky foreigner). Notwithstanding that, Narita remains my favorite airport. Not only did I have omerice for dinner (eeee!), they have a glorious invention known as 'day rooms': $19 for two hours and you get a teeny room with a bed and a shower and a wake-up call. My idea of heaven.

Anyway, am now in Perth, and preparing to spend the day sleeping, working my way through the remaining pockys, and watching Pride.

But most of the post will not be about that. Most of the post will be about my newly-finished darling, Mukodono. I inhaled episodes 5-12 on the flight, alternately laughing a bit too loudly (I tried to muffle it, I truly did) or getting ridiculously sobby. I wish to say it was jetlag or lack of sleep that turned me into such a bipolar mess, but that would be lying.

( Thoughts on eps 5-12. Beware, it's a dissertation )

Phew, was this long or what?

And now I am off to watch Pride and fall in love all over again. There is nothing I don't love about that drama: Aki's first glimpse of Halu (herself a complete alien in the sports-pumped and/or fangirlish crowd), Halu's eyes when he sees Aki in a bar *drowns in them*, and going 'this is bad, she looks like someone from last century', the goalie's sweetness, the guy-bonding, the sheer absurdity of Halu staging to be beaten up just so he could get Aki's email making Aki laugh. Everything.

I know I owe everyone replies!

Largely about my mad love for Mukodono

If there are a lot of better things than waking up after an eight-hour sleep on the plane, munching on almond crush pocky and grape juice, and starting your rewatch of Pride, I have yet to experience them.

I always adore flying: both being on the plane and in the connecting terminals. It's a feeling that normal course of life has been indefinitely suspended and that you are free of any past, future, connections, obligations, or anything. It always puts me into a good mood.

Sadly, I have failed to discover any magazines of sexy Japanese celebrities (though I did discover a poster of Oguri Shun hawking green tea. Only my non-existent Japanese prevented me from being the weirdo who would ask the sales clerk whether I could buy it. It would gave given her something to talk over dinner: the freaky foreigner). Notwithstanding that, Narita remains my favorite airport. Not only did I have omerice for dinner (eeee!), they have a glorious invention known as 'day rooms': $19 for two hours and you get a teeny room with a bed and a shower and a wake-up call. My idea of heaven.

Anyway, am now in Perth, and preparing to spend the day sleeping, working my way through the remaining pockys, and watching Pride.

But most of the post will not be about that. Most of the post will be about my newly-finished darling, Mukodono. I inhaled episodes 5-12 on the flight, alternately laughing a bit too loudly (I tried to muffle it, I truly did) or getting ridiculously sobby. I wish to say it was jetlag or lack of sleep that turned me into such a bipolar mess, but that would be lying.

( Thoughts on eps 5-12. Beware, it's a dissertation )

Phew, was this long or what?

And now I am off to watch Pride and fall in love all over again. There is nothing I don't love about that drama: Aki's first glimpse of Halu (herself a complete alien in the sports-pumped and/or fangirlish crowd), Halu's eyes when he sees Aki in a bar *drowns in them*, and going 'this is bad, she looks like someone from last century', the goalie's sweetness, the guy-bonding, the sheer absurdity of Halu staging to be beaten up just so he could get Aki's email making Aki laugh. Everything.

I know I owe everyone replies!