Changes.

Mister,

Mistress,

My what distress.

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First for the macross fun!



I squealed in delight at the sight of the Febuary issue of Newtype. Adrenaline usage had gotten an overflow in my system that I thought I was going to faint from the sight of these two on the front cover. What's more...is that...There's going to be a macross frontier motion picture!!!

And guess who else is singing?

Captain Klan Klan!

I give into a smooth whistle...

*Something special to add: May'n has a new original mini album and Megumi, a new original maxi single. Oooo, I just can't wait to get my hands on them.

Three cheers!!

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Second for the Mai-Hime fun!

'And I was the conceirge' will have a great start and a wonderful long and draggy interface and a terribly romantic interlude and a sweet and super complicated ending. That's the emotional ride for this one-shot of mine that has gone, expectedly, off the 23,000+ word marker.

Wonderful.

How ironic in comparison to 'Phantasm Finality'.

'Innocent starters' is to my calling of a relaxing and calming story for me to enjoy writing. It doesn't require so much of me using my fingers than I do when I illustrate.

I'm verbally pleased.

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There once was a man that crouched on side of the pavement and I caught sight when I was walking down to the other side. His face was unshaven and his clothes dirty to the grey. However, what made me stop was the gleam in eyes and the small quirk tugging at his lips. The street was quiet with a sight of a person or two, so I took the time to stop in front of him. I lowered myself to look at him in the face and adjusted the bag I carried in my arms.

He looked at me for quite some time before I took the bold step forward, who in the first place will speak to such a person? Thus we had a conversation that went like that,

'How are you?'

He kept quiet but I pushed on,

'You're not injured anywhere, are you?'

His eyes flickered down to the ground like before and I pushed myself up from my squat. I digged into my pocket and I placed a ply of tissue onto the ground before him,

'You can use this.'

I turned away and headed down the street. Then did I hear an odd smooth voice that said,

'Fool.'

That was how it ended.

Maybe the blind can really see and the deaf, really hear. Maybe, fools weren't meant to be fools but people that said,

'Why do I even care?'

Than again, who really are the fools?

Maybe you and me?

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Then again,

Cheers!