In this thread: Read short doodles that I may have from time to time.
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K & J: Good day!
K: I am K, Singaporean.
J: I am J, random weeaboo.
K: So we're into the boomz and shingz these days in Singapore.
J: Quite. But why are they even popular? I hear a lotta it from here.
K: Easy to put a point across I guess?
J: I beg to differ. When I think of boomz I think Hiroshima and Nagasaki; shingz and I think about the bling bling.
K: Well... in a way they're almost quite similar. ^_^;
J: Who frickin' invented these words anyway?
K: Some abandoned beauty queen.
J: So it's another airhead.
K: Quite so.
J: Why is it that airheads always get their way in pop media?
K: Sex appeal?
J: That's only going to take you so far.
K: Apparently the societies of today take shallowness far more seriously than we think.
J: Quite. We can't even delight ourselves with tooth fairies and fantasy anymore. Except for, of course, enlightened people like me.
K: "Enlightened"? You don't happen to mean...
J: Yes, those you call "weeaboos". I like to use it more in the good sense than the bad sense.
K: Uhh... okay... otaku weirdness any other day mate.
J: Otaku are a mistaken bunch. You'd be surprised to learn how talented some otaku are. The media always likes to exaggerate and bring the bad points out. Hell, you know, in Japan otaku's a derogatory word in itself.
K: Well, I don't know. I'd do a double take at anyone who boasts 10 detailed Gundam figurines...
J: *ahem*
K: ...or anyone who's got every copy of Shakugan no Shana, Bleach, Naruto, One Piece comic or light novel.
J: *AHEM* Excuse me!
K: ...or anyone who's got a dutch wife.
J: I draw the line at that. That's a bit too depraved.
K: AMAZING! *shock*
J: WAS THAT AIMED AT ME FROM THE START?!

HAHAHA that made me giggle.

When me an' my bro talk about a otaku we go stereo typical
They'll have:
x fanny pouch
x hiker's backpack
x combat trousers
x bandana
x DSLR camera (mega lens)

Then again, we know that media brings out the worse of the worse from the culture.

hmm, haven't built a Gundam in ages ^^;

And, how do you pronounce "Weeaboo"? how did that even come about ^^;

...I remember that.

It was kind of a guilty pleasure. Just like back in the day everyone watched Sailor Moon, but you didn't actually admit it to anyone else.

The whole time I was watching that I was thinking "a damsel in distress situation... doesn't really work well without a damsel." I disliked that role reversal. The guy should always be the one to save the girl.

It's not sexist. It's just how things are.

This one is a one-off short story involving another creation of mine, Konpaku Yuuji, also known as "another shameless Author Surrogate".

***
This is for the record.

It was the third month of the two hundredth and eightieth year since the Hakurei Border's inception.

I'm here since that fateful day when my life was turned upside down in what I knew was the nation of Japan. Today, however, that nation is no longer the nation I knew of when I first saw it.

Essentially speaking, it's now an abandoned country of radioactive waste the last time I crossed the Hakurei Border.

Climates shift and things change; that I'm aware was the fate of the outside world where I spent my first twenty years. I wasn't actually expecting change so much that it makes me uncomfortable, even though I should be disconnected from it by now, one hundred years after.

My hair's completely no sign of color now except white. I liked it better, though, since people do recognise me as one of the Konpaku if I ever get lost - white hair runs in the family. I used to sport black hair, but that too changed several decades ago.

I don't really like the fact that I'm part of a family subservient to a ghost princess, but then again, I'm making this increasingly mind-numbing entry because we were, in a way, "birthed" by her existence. It's all so strange, really.

So I thought I had seen the world and predicted that it would end up in a barren waste. That much was partially true - like I said, it's the reason why Japan, among other Asian and European nations, is radioactive-barren now and no longer a nation, in spite of all that the government once advocated for - but it kind of saddens me to see that only people within the Hakurei Border's seen beyond the meaningless warfare.

And quite a number of these people were former refugees of the Global Thermonuclear War.

Why should I be feeling sad for a people that didn't ever knew how to take care of themselves, I asked myself while sweeping leaves off the ginormous backyard of the White Jade Tower.

It was then that I heard a soft moaning in the area that was quite distinct from the other moans - being this is the only method that non-Konpaku ghosts can communicate in - and being curious, I went to investigate.

The moaning apparently came from a confused outsider who wasn't aware that he was in the zone. It was quite problematic since, although I could tell moans and distinguish by the outside world's regions, a language I don't know just sounds completely off even when the person speaking it is in fact ethereal. All I could do is to cut the ghost's shape a little with my Reincarnation Dagger, and hoped for the best as he was almost immediately swooped up by some of the Death Cats from the former Blazing Hell.

"Thanks bud! Check you later!" Greeted one of the cats before the pack scooted off the garden with their Ethereal Transportation Barrow.
"Yea, I'll see you around." I'm friends with those guys by now. It's hard not to make friends with people from a Hell when one of the weapons you possess is in essence (and by accident) a beacon to Hell's denizens.

"Hmm? I see you're not really hard at work on the garden, Yuuji."

I could recognise that voice any time. It was the Ghost Princess right behind me, sneaky as usual.

"Princess, I'm not quite done yet. Give me another one hundred years and I'll be done," I remarked in monotone.

"Youmu could've finished all these dustin' in a day. I just can't count on you to be fast, can I?" She sighed out loudly, afraid that I could not comprehend her disappointment.
"Of course not. I'm not Youmu. I don't quite give a damn if you care or not, but since you aren't coming around to these parts of the backyard all too often, I didn't see the need to rush."

The princess took her seat on a nearby bench. "I think Youmu's returning the day after tomorrow."

I pretended to frown at her, though I was quite happy to hear that my half-sis is coming back. "When?"

"Umm... today's the third day of the third month of the two hundredth and eightieth year of the Hakurei Border's closure. She's scheduled to return on the fifth day."

I allowed myself a little smile. My half-sister is finally returning home.
"But that means I wouldn't be seeing you any more after this. I remembered saying I'll leave to return to the outside world, and possibly guide them into here."

The princess pouted her lips a bit. "You sure you want to do this? Why would you want to do it? Are the outsiders really worth saving? Wouldn't it be a better option to stay on and lounge here?"

I paused for a bit. For once, the Princess made sense - it didn't really make too much sense to save people whom I've just deemed not worth saving. Then I remembered what the rebel youkai Gintaro told me a long time ago - that sometimes an act is committed by a person for no apparent reason, actions that may be completely bewildering considering that person's known nature and society's norms, but which is only comprehensible by the other person, and in the absence of language that sufficiently defines the reasons for action.

Then again, I've got a perfect excuse to do this without going through so much rhetoric.

"Well?"
"Because, my Princess, I have to do it. In a way, it'll be bad if Rinnosuke goes out of business, no?"

Touhou huh?

I like Nitori, because she's an engineer. Like me (soon to be excommunicated in a couple of months when finals roll around).

And she's also lonely.

Like me.

With a few hints of Modern Warfare 2, actually. Notice I mentioned "Global Thermonuclear War". XD