http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:Kozue-kun&section=today deviantART RSS for by:Kozue-kun en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Wed, 09 Dec 2009 08:53:31 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://Kozue-kun.deviantart.com/journal/23966060/ http://Kozue-kun.deviantart.com/journal/23966060/ Mon, 30 Mar 2009 10:28:22 PDT [link], if any of the people on here I used to chat to are about, but otherwise, this site is all too adolescent to keep a hold of. That's not to say I don't think there's loads of wonderful things being made here... Just that here's not where I'll be looking to share the things I find wonder inside of.

Peace dudes.

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I don't know if there was a reason for this, or whether the reason will make itself apparent as this keeps happening.

I repeatedly find myself needing to scream at people how wonderful their first impressions on my effusive little world are, and that I am quite happy to gaze in awe at they encompass, but it all seems so horrifically conceited - like pointing out to a stranger that he or she is beautiful in the vain alterior motive of acquiring them - a practice which sickens me to the core. Admittedly it feels a little tragic that anyone of any obvious beauty, internal or external, will have heard these words trodden about their person too many times for their worth to be acknowleged. In fact, so much has been said about so many people that I am left speechless in the very obvious absence of a person who has received no words.

Opinions are unwelcome, but thoughts are far more valid, and if you should find an avian flock of paper has migrated to a town near you, then the location of my university housing is terribly apparent.

All the care, Sleep soundly,

kk.

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Enough.

To the Hot ginger girl who applied for a job, you are indeed hot, and only serious injuries and subsequent drastic surgery will change that.

To Gino, purveyor of all things lost puppyish, you are neither the alpha nor the omega, but there is a certain warm fluffy feeling I have around you.

To Mel, You just failed your driving test and I am trying my best not to take pleasure in your general discomfort.

To the big african american next to me, stop humming and boppin' away, or I don't know what I'll do to myself.


More than enough.

Ok, back to the monologue. I have a phoptography exam on thursday, and I need to take some wonderfully moving and original shots by then. In fact I have three five hour exams to whinge about, but more importantly, The Twins have a house party with Which I can amuse myself................... HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOUSE PAARTTTEEEEEEEE.

Ok, this isn't going well. Have a nice life, Maybe things'll work out better tomorrow.x

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Working on portfolios for Foundation entry, although the guy I met at the cash machine this morning was fairly adamant that the place I wanted to go was inclined to let anyone in. Tosser. it's number four in the country for what I want to do...

Glomps.x

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[Skip if attention span is waning

[link].lougboro. I mean there's a definite feeling of belonging from the off. Anyway, I get really sick of people living to compare their UCAS details, So I'll digress.
David Mitchell is a god as far as I'm concerned... I mean probably anyone who can cram Sei Shonagon and a prolifically literary goat in the same sentence as the missing link and the idea that yes, hiding at home from the yakuza, Eiji Miyake, employee of a lost property office at Ueno station, has been reported as missing by the waitress with the perfect neck whose name escapes me, but whose afterimage is burnt serrupticiously onto the back of my retina. Although it starts slowly, everyone needs to read number9dream.

because This is where I wax Lyrical about literature... ]

In other news, the general moosh of Starbucks Barristadom is ok, but the tendency to insert random words of neither meaning, consequence or relevance into conversation there is gradually increasing, along with the urge to squeeze poor david until his eyeballs bulge uncontrollably. Usually, one would have to wait to have something to say before adding a journal entry (and I must confess, I'm adjunct to deleting those without interesting titles - Too many lives, too little life to brush against them with), but in this case I'll make an exception, in that surely my presence is highlighted by its absence, and more surely, the epitaph of an ending should be obscured finally by a new message, although in this fairly winding stream of too much consciousness and too little narrative, I think that there's little chance of spewing hope and reconciliation to the veritable masses who encounter it...

I'm still busy meeting one person a day, whether fleetingly or otherwise, and putting an entry down for each in an empty diary... high up on my list was Umbrella Girl, who happened to be carrying a beautiful hand-woven parasol, despite the lack of any weather to speak of. When asked whether she knew something I didn't, the flat reply was to the effect of what it depends what you know, but that it's got to rain sometime. Previous to this was clinton's card girl who received one of the prolific number of origami cranes I give out with stuff written in them - some lady was screaming in the street in a most distressing manner, but no-one in the queue even turned their heads. I questioned quite loudly whther it was wrong to be concerned by this sort of thing, at which point the girl ahead of me burst into raucous laughter, from which only conversation or embarrased silence could be birthed.

Also added to the not insignificant list of phone numbers I'm unsure as to how I came to receive, are those of;

"The girl known only as Millie," whose repeated passing of a friend and I in the street prompted an eventual exchange of biscuits for pieces of a person - by which I mean things about a person, rather than anything that one would expect to find in small sealed jars in the fridge of a serial killer.

"The second Honorable schoolboy," who should probably be the real honorable schoolboy, If I hadn't already applied that moniker to public school educated, tall, cricket captain-chinned Will at work. Actually I rescued This guy from the critical attentions of an aging uber-feminist that was busy haranguing him on the bus. We talked about nuclear physics on the journey for a little while, much to the consternation of the guy behind us...

There's Loads of others, but anyone who has been inclined to read this far probably deserves a medal or something similarly oblique. all the Care, B.

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As of Friday the 13th (oh what irony) I've been without the girlfriend, and dealing with it. Getting out there and meeting people is probably the redeeming feature of being single, but having to explain to every single human being on the face of the earth who feels probative enough to ask, that YES, I AM OK is wearing thin. It hurts, and both wept, but that's life (right?) - I've cried my piece now, and I'll whine no more.

As a kind of proviso I've been giving people I talk to cards reading something akin to "Don't date me I'm on the rebound, but ambiguous company is always welcome." Being the innocent little soul I am, comfort eating and distractions have taken all new heights, but as a whole, this year is treating me pretty well. It's probably been one of those better ideas to stay on another year and take new subjects - namely Graphics, Fine art and Photography, but the workload is charmingly prohibitive - Basically this year boils down to a bohemian lifetstyle of painting, playing guitar (although Not in a loser-bedroom guitarist Stylee (ps no offence intended) (pps. actually, maybe a little bit...)) and going to work in the slave sector.

I wandered for a bit in the field this bonfire night, hoping that my inability to see my hands a few centimeters in front of my face as I traipsed through dark woods towards distant fires, might connect me with whatever I was looking for. I don't think that the bunch of farmers and their kids setting fireworks off at four in the morning was it. Needless to say I sat with them on the haystacks and shared in some cheap food.

It's kind of scary to look for company in a world of people you don't know how to trust - I'm worried I'm becoming a terrible flirt ti fill the hole, but Dark nights still feel the same.... Oh well. maybe next time I'll be less self-absorbed, but if you know where I'm coming from, then maybe it's a cliche, but a charming girl telling me there's plenty of other fish in the sea, and that becoming friends, just friends, isn't the end of the world that I thought it would be.

If we are granted but one great love in our lives, all the better to have found them, loved them, and had to bear being near them after such things have passed, Surely the memory and truth of such a thing is not to be so easily wished away.

Good Luck with Whoever your eyes fall to Melanie. x

And sorry for the drivel I've put anyone else with the patience to read this through. DA'll probably see a lot more of me for a while...

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I haven't filled this space for a while, and at the moment I guess it's with a slightly paler shade of me that I paint this set of bricks, but I haven't really drawn anything for a long time, so it's something of a secret joy to come back to it and feel remotely comfortable studying things again. I'm probably going to do a year of graphics and photography whilst retaking modules I failed last year... and I need to find another job. and maybe another place to stay. Despite this, I think I'm going to shoot for the moon and try and be perky today, even if it takes another caffeine overdose (This *actually* happened - I was twitching and shaking for a few hours after filling a very big mug up with nothing but espresso) to reach this state of what in my current eyes constitutes euphoria...

Okay... now for job-hunting and noodles... see ya

...and to That person, There are some things to be said... So I'll find you and say them...x ]]> ~Kozue-kun http://Kozue-kun.deviantart.com/journal/7191236/ http://Kozue-kun.deviantart.com/journal/7191236/ Thu, 01 Dec 2005 03:32:11 PST
It constantly defies belief that people tend to feel the need to find some kind of redeeming quality in everything, regardless of its reality... A good example of this is the strange but endearing little notes we receive at starbucks which are labeled "to all who work here," and which usually consist of brief poetry on knapkins, and although I'm beginning to suspect multiple culprits, No-one has yet to witness who leaves these cheer-up messages (although I'm unsure whether I should resent the implication that the people at Starbucks aren't cheery after three shots of espresso every hour - maybe an intravenous drip is in order...), but I have definitely ruled out Grande extra-shot Latte...

This is the Resident name for a certain civilian who exhibits some of the most compelling symptoms of obsessive compulsive disorder, along with a propensity to stare at the mainly female staff serving him. This wouldn't be unnatural if it weren't for the manner he does this in, which almost leaves you expecting him to lick his lips (ewwwwwwwwwww...Wrong on so, so many levels...)

Anyway, enough about skerverts (scary perverts), and more about dead things and shiny things, like my shiny new guitar (many hours have been sucked into it's post-intellectual plane - a place cognizant thought and distraction fade into obscurity until He is one with the sound - YAY, Go Zen), or the crowd of neighbours I'd like to leave in my wake (censored for public consumption, although I'd like to think that this is more a home for public exemption rather then anything else) - Yes, I am a very peculiar person, for which i whole-heartedly rufuse to apologize. ]]> ~Kozue-kun http://Kozue-kun.deviantart.com/journal/6638970/ http://Kozue-kun.deviantart.com/journal/6638970/ Fri, 30 Sep 2005 00:40:32 PDT
a) I am eight (nearly seven) years younger than the aforementioned age. I have never ever been asked for ID anywhere in my entire life. (In the UK the cap-off for everything is 18, not 21)

b) Anyone who runs into the back squealing (and I quote) "Happy happy Joy Joy," (Insert high pitched girly voice of choice) is not over the age of twenty.

c) I mean come on...

Anyway, in other news, my manga collection hit 150 volumes not long ago, AND Just in, my favourite animator (Hayao Miyazaki - natch) is collaborating with my very favourite author (Ursula K. Leguin) to make an anime version of the earthsea quartet. See Nausicaa.net for more on that.

Chased the delivery man up the road this week after first ignoring the repetitive knocking sound, and then understanding that it was not in fact the local Jehovah's witness (many apologies if this is where you are, but around here, the person responsible is far more obnoxious than you can empathise with). He smiled, shook hands and left me with yet another big box of amazon goodies.

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Going to a friend's gig in two weeks (bought tickets last week). I am obliged to go after spending literally months insulting their guitarist, despite the fact that they've decided to play in chav-central: Loughborough.

(CHAV - a derogatory term for a degenerate element of the british population which swears repeatedly, has cultured its own region-specific speech impediment, and listens to crap music, whilst vandalising or menacing everything and everyone in sight - usually seen in large packs in dark streets, no discrimination as to race - although they all seem to wish they were born african american - The abbreviation stands for "council-housed and violent, " but implies more (see above).

Went ice skating with friends to celebrate birthday - apparently it's something that comes quite naturally to me. On the way however, had something of an out of an experience - The six of us got of the train a mile away from the ice rink only to look out into the heaviest rain storm I think I may have witnessed in a long time if ever - like a perfect storm heavy - anyway you get the picture. With one ear filled with System of a Down, and the other with the pouring rain, we stepped out and ran the full mile screaming and whooping all the way. It was like some kind of bizarre out of bady experience but with the hackles on the back of my neck sticking up in low visibility as we pegged it accross multi-lane roads. WE GOT SEVERELY SOAKED.

Plus my dad decided he would buy me the guitar I wanted for my birthday (I Love you man) after I celebrated my 11 year anniversary of meet ing my guitar teacher (Michael Grimm - he deserves a mention - he's a direct descendant of the brothers grimm!)

Anyway that's HOW for NOW.... - (only the british would understand this, sorry. ]]> ~Kozue-kun http://Kozue-kun.deviantart.com/journal/6543613/ http://Kozue-kun.deviantart.com/journal/6543613/ Mon, 19 Sep 2005 07:19:55 PDT ~Kozue-kun http://Kozue-kun.deviantart.com/journal/6491819/ http://Kozue-kun.deviantart.com/journal/6491819/ Tue, 13 Sep 2005 06:03:41 PDT
Saw she who would be the one. Had no courage to ask her to spend life with a skinny guitarist. watched empty as she smiled at me on the way out.

Anyway, that confessed, I can take my heart back off my sleeve- no you can't borrow it again you cruel square world.

And I'll be taking my CD's back thank you so much... ]]> ~Kozue-kun http://Kozue-kun.deviantart.com/journal/6419817/ http://Kozue-kun.deviantart.com/journal/6419817/ Mon, 05 Sep 2005 05:01:40 PDT
Aaaaaaannnyyyway, I'm back at school, which means that between lessons I'm practically living next to a scanner.

At the moment I'm working to retake the grades I messed up on whilst carrying on with the same courses AT THE SAME TIME...

I could use this little-read space to bitch about my life in corporate hell or the elitist school system over here, but no, I think today I'll focus my sights on whichever idiot is responsible for the sheer number of different editions of the neon genesis manga... you know who you are. I know where you live.

This morning while washing up I listened to Dire Straits - Telegraph road for like the millionth time, (so so so so so so good - listen to the whole thing. Please.) that's all. This paragraph didn't have any other purpose beyond that. Sorry.

Before I leave you to your comparatively starbucks-free lives, I just thought I'd tell you that I met someone who's registered to DA. I mean physically met them in the real world... He too knows who I mean.

Apologies for any confusion. If it bothers you, get used to cats, you're gonna be spending a lot of time with them. ]]> ~Kozue-kun http://Kozue-kun.deviantart.com/journal/6384536/ http://Kozue-kun.deviantart.com/journal/6384536/ Thu, 01 Sep 2005 04:18:45 PDT
There is no doubt about it, this is a dead end job.

I've visited the US countless times, and it's here that I can see the difference; In England, the clientelle are the soulless boring drones, whilst in America, its usually the speckled, underpaid, lesser spotted youngster (technically I am too... buuuuuuuut that's just a technicality for now) that intones in a dead voice; "What? you wannna cofffeee? Hey Dwaine, how do you make a coffee? is it one of those extra light espresso things?"

Enough said.

This year I'm re-sitting the previous years and this years modules at the same time in two separate subjects (don't ask; my parents weren't too impressed...) and I just wind up playing guitar on my windowsill for countless hours at night feeling so very alone.

Noticed this morning that some vast portion of America is underwater:- could this signify the end?

Anyway, until next time, (that is if anyone's actually reading this.) ]]> ~Kozue-kun http://Kozue-kun.deviantart.com/journal/6375582/ http://Kozue-kun.deviantart.com/journal/6375582/ Wed, 31 Aug 2005 06:16:18 PDT ~Kozue-kun http://Kozue-kun.deviantart.com/journal/6375575/ http://Kozue-kun.deviantart.com/journal/6375575/ Wed, 31 Aug 2005 06:14:45 PDT
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