Tuesday, December 26, 2006

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Monday, December 25, 2006

Saint Beast
princess princess
kaiken phase
sukisho
Cluster Edge
Saiunkoku Monogatari
Secret Union Dairaon
innocent venus
Mutsu Enmei Ryuu Gaiden: Shura No Toki
s-CRY-ed
Sotsugyou M
Night Head Genesis
Natsu e no Tobira
Jyu Oh Sai
Air Gear
Eight Clouds Rising
D.Gray Man
Death Note
Mamotte! Lollipop
.Hack series
Requiem From The Darkness
Air Gear
Beyblade
Card Captor Sakura
D.N.Angel
Black Blood Brothers
Earthian
Gankutsuou
Otogizoushi
Haruka Naru Toki No Naka De ~Hachiyoushou~
Hikaru no Go
Kasho no Tsuki
Kimera
Kusatta Kyoushi no Houteishiki
Last Exile
Lesson XX
Maria-sama ga Miteru
Maze
Meine Liebe
Meine Liebe Wieder
Mirage of Blaze
Natsu He No Tobira
Neon Genesis Evangelion
Nightwalker
Ouran Host Club
Please Save My Earth
Prince of Tennis
Saint Seiya
Saiunkoku Monogatari
Soukyuu no Fafner
Soushi no Aquarion
Tenshi ni Narumon
Tokyo Revelation
Tactics
Sukisyo
Tokyo Babylon
Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Uta Kata
X
Saiunkoku Monogatari
Weiss Kreuz
xxxHolic
fruits basket
gungrave
weiss kreuz
gravitation *
Yami no Matsuei *
Saiyuki / pretty
Sukisho / pretty
Kino's Journey
wolf's rain / pretty
samurai champloo *
Final Fantasy
Kingdom Hearts
Yu Yu Hakusho
R.O.D. - Read or Die / pretty
loveless *
kenshin *
outlaw star
full metal / pretty
rahxephonb / pretty
paranoia agent / pretty
get backers
fullmetal / pretty
cowboy bebop
Orphen
sakura diaries
the last exile / pretty
Neon Genesis Evangelion -
Escaflowne
fruits basket
Figure 17
Key the Metal Idol
Kiddy Grade - The Peacekeeper
peacemaker kurogane / pretty
Gungrave
s-CRY-ed
The Big O
Gantz
chobits / pretty
sakura diaries
Hikaru no Go
Kyo Kara Maoh
slayers
Haibane Renmei
Full Metal Panic!
FLCL
Pretear
Ai Yori Aoshi - Faithfully Yours
Tenjou Tenge
Mutsu Enmei Ryuu Gaiden: Shura No Toki
Erementar Gerad
Fate/Stay Night
Fancy Lala
Tenchi Muyo
fake
prince of tennis
trigun
witch hunter robin -
bleach -
ayashi no ceres / pretty
DN Angel
.hack//SIGN
twelve kingdoms / pretty
The Last Exile / pretty
king of fighters / pretty

Labels: anime list, me

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Winnie Khaw

My Life in Four Stages

I am a silly little twit. I thought that was important to let you, dear reader, know before commencing to peruse this equally banal paper. The works matches well with the writer. As I have, prior to this essay, written a piece on a similar topic, namely, myself, I have taken the liberty of, dare I acknowledge it, a deviation for which I sincerely hope I will not be penalized. Should that unfortunate discipline occur, I will of course straightaway pen a solemn autobiography worth of the staunchest American forefather.

I am the second offspring of a surprising number of parents—two. The pitiful result of being the younger is myself, Winnie Khaw, a small chubby Asian girl, pampered when not criticized. A pivotal point in my life was the discovery that I could not speak English properly. This revelation was imparted to me by my Kindergarten teacher. I was, needless to say, appalled. I, the epitome of perfection and the darling of the world—according to my aunt, with whom I lived, was deficient in some area, not including all other subjects? Therefore I set upon a road much traveled by—I read. And I wrote. And I read and I wrote, to the detriment of other academic studies, until my brain drained out of my ears and nose—the obvious consequence being Independent Study. I jest, of course. As I have mentioned, tiresomely, before, and as I will, tiresomely, continue to state, the extremely frustrating illness of depression perpetually plagues me. When the mood strikes, I am rendered incapable of productive action and am reduced to lump of yellow dough mixed with sour vinegar—scintillating company, as one can imagine. I then proceed to rail at life and its Creator, further endearing myself to friends.

Unwittingly, from an early age, I had appointed Perfection to the status of God. To my limited understanding, school was the altar on which I was placed to praise Him. A more foolish and agonizing religion I could hardly have chosen, excluding one which involves the swallowing of adders and the like. When I was praised, I leapt high into the clouds but, censured, plummeted to the lowest depths of hell. I systematically and methodically destroyed myself, and, as entertaining as the pastime was, I could have done without the subject being myself. Apparently, as I am beginning to realize, Perfection cannot be reached without a Savior. I always wondered what the missing connection was, and when I could not fulfill the lack with my own ever-so-divine self, ensued a mental bashing of my head against my unforgiving idol. Perfection, needless to say, felt nothing, while I progressed to the state of bleeding, sobbing bewilderment, bewailing my admittedly fantastic beliefs. To change my experiences would be to unearth the deepest faith I have ever known. However, I would gladly surrender that intolerant God for a merciful one. Returning to the topic, I will attempt with all my spirit to find a true faith, and my educational experiences will doubtless improve. But I ramble in my confusion. Or do I? I am perplexed on this matter. Besides school, which occupied the entirety of my time, I had no other responsibilities, I am ashamed to admit. In the future, that deficiency will change, for the better.

I must complete my education because I want to become an actor and a writer. Failing that, I will be a teacher, although, certainly, that means a long fall from my aspiring hopes. Having had a wonderful physics instructor, I now feel mere indifference toward subjects of logic, reason, science, and mathematics, an improvement from the mutual dire hatred we harbored for each other. I enjoy philosophy, history, English, theatre, and the like. As a welcome change from last year, I plan to have a successful future, and so I have decided to act upon that wish. To define success, I want to entertain and make people happy with my performance. If I am not wealthy, so be it. If I do not win an Oscar, very well. If I am not famous—I will be infamous!

Labels: me, writing

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