Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Bleach Gallery
1. How did you start out with the Bleach anime series?
It was actually introduced by that mofo who goes by the name asukal. He told me of it and ever since I watched a few episodes, I got hooked. Wonder if he still remembers me asking him to give me the next episodes. Actually, the above bleach pictures were from those early episodes which I kep watching straight in one night.
2. Didn't you have homework to do during this time?
ugh ... next question please
3. Who is your favorite bleach character?
I actually hate these kind of questions because I really don't have one for most anime series. But, if I really must choose ... I would go with Nel. She is sooo cute and that scene where she was glaring at Rukia ... hehe. Wonder if there's a place to find bleach avatars ... I would so go for nel.
4. Do you follow the manga?
Nope. I do it for Naruto, but you run into the trouble of ruining the suspense when you're watching the anime which I really miss from Naruto. It makes me more into the show not knowing what will happen.
What about you guys? How did you get introduced to Bleach?
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Monday, June 02, 2008
It's May 30th, a Friday afternoon around 6pm, and sitting in front of the computer for hours straight is a no no. *cough* yeah right*cough* Not only that but it's time to take my leave. Said the usual goodbye to Pash, took the infamous elevator down and quickly walked to the subway station near Battery Park. You must understand, I had to deposit some check and had no desire to wait on line. It's one of those things you want to be in and out. No fuss. No muss. And it's Friday! There, leave me alone.
But as I neared the station, masses of people were getting off. There was no way to even squeeze in those stairs. Heck, I couldn't even enter either so I stood there with my black and blue book bag waiting for my chance.
Strangers always touch from behind
It was then that I felt a finger tap sensation on my shoulder; I am always caught off guard if you haven't noticed. Anyhow, there was no way it could be a person I would recognize. It's like one in a million You gotta love probability; Not me though. So my head did the 360 with my upper torso not to far behind. It was some girl I didn't recognize right away but she had these facial features that brought me back. It couldn't be.
Just as my brain was warming up, this girl spoke, "Do you remember me? We went to college together
"
I am sure I had that dumbfounded look but before my brain got the chance to recall the past, she said, "It's me Sherry
"
Back together in the educational system
"Oh ..." I said. Then it came to me. Hey, it's THAT girl who was in my team back in the 308 class. We worked on a semester project together, along with three other guys, which ended with a presentation in front of the whole class. I still remember throwing cereal boxes to appease the crowd for a good rating.
A boy's eyes
I remember this other instance where we were in the apartment and she offered me some Chinese fruit/snack. But what stands out most was when I was caught staring at her; Not by her though. It's what Costanza would explain as the circumstance when an object enters one's field of vision. Either way, it's a funny story, to me at least, whose details others I'm sure could care less of.
Time doesn't wait for get togethers
So, we did the chit chat and exchanged what we each been up to. Sherry, it seems, is working in NJ and just came over for a visit She commented how since graduation, Java has not been touched at all. That is so true! Years of Java in class and now nowhere to be found. So many wasted nights. She added also that perhaps she should switch companies since she has been at her current job for quite a while now.
Our conversation was short lived because she had to catch her PATH train back to NJ. We departed with smiles and went our separate ways. Do notice how I forgot all about my rush back uptown. On the train ride, I couldn't help but smile even while reading my book. Heck, the girl on my right staring at me was probably wondering how a book could bring such happiness. I didn't wait long in the bank actually, which is always good, but what got me was the crane collapse in the upper east side. Some bus routes were thrown out of whack but somehow that didn't matter.
The thoughts of rational young men
There's one thing that bothers me inside after that encounter: why all the trouble to meet me? I am certain my bookbag gave me away and she wanted to say hi and all but she seemed so happy to see me. It's not an expression I expect; A smile yes but her expression was something else. From what I recall, she has that serious but warm thing going on. We weren't even close back then but she is cute though. But it doesn't matter in the end as we won't be seeing each other again. It's one of those one in a million things I tell you. One in a million ...
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Sunday, September 09, 2007
Her fake crying
After her quick and abrupt comment, there was a short silence. In fact, I don't remember responding nor acknowledging her comment. The girl on the Mac was still listening in on us; I can tell. Trust me. And this made the situation more uncomfortable than it should've been. That is one thing I hate; people don't mind their own business. Once I am aware of a single person observing, even if from a distance, I become self conscious and begin to watch what I say as though everyone has their eyes and ears fixed on me. It's one of the reasons I don't own a phone. People love to spy on phone conversations. It's very entertaining listening in because it gives you a glimpse into someone else's lives. I know so because that's what I would do if I have nothing better to do.
Interacting with her for the past two semesters, we both had grown comfortable around each other. Well, can't speak for her but it sure seemed like it. I mean, you'd have to be to mess with each other with wasabi. I wasn't even looking at her face during this short time. Good thing my bum was on that chair and we weren't eye to eye. The conversation eventually moved on thankfully as the subject changed. However, the moment I looked at her, this girl appeared fresh. Not the best descriptive word but that's all I can come up with right now. You know when people finish taking a shower. Yeah .... something like that.
Waiting for nothing?
That playful side again
So after the initial talks she went right back to the front desk to speak with her coworkers being that she's the manager of this computer lab or something like that. So my eyes turned back to the online music videos. Of course every now and then I would turn in her direction but she would just be sitting down on top of a table like always. After a few more minutes, she came back this time in front of my Mac monitor to tape some paper on it which had the words: Out of order. It even contained this cute drawing she seems to like. Ay ay ay ... boy does this girl sure make me laugh inside. The thing is now I don't know what to do afterwards. This is what entered my head:
No matter how I see it, I don't believe I'll be able to get away so easily without a hug. That's what I feel will occur. Well whatever happens happens. It seems though she only came to this computer lab to see me one last time and she knew where to find me because of that facebook status message I left. At least that's the theory. Unlike last time though, I am not well prepared and am unsure what will occur.
In fact, I don't know why I was still there as there are no more exams for the day. I was just killing time on this stupid computer just making her wait. Yes, I think she was waiting for me. Why do you say that? Cuz she asked if I was leaving (or was it when) Uh oh. Sutiben doesn't like that kind of pressure.
The other computer technician comes in
However during the wait Jose came by. I first met him during the
2006 NSBE national conference at Pittsburgh where my group made the Flying Brook plane. Boy that takes me back. Although he didn't come with us again for the next conference, I saw this guy many times around campus. Recently bumped into him in the computer science building. It happens we had the same professor but a different graphics course. I still remember seeking help with Carrara but since his class didn't utilize that software, I was on my own.
The escape
Anyhow back to the story. I noticed the crazy girl going to Jose's side. I really don't know how long I sat facing that stupid computer before I decided to make my move. It was about time and that was when I got up. I looked her way and said goodbye from a distance. What? That's right. You read correctly; I was getting the hell out of there before anything came out of it. But that was when she began to approach me. Of course, I forgot to mention that I had crumbled a piece of paper and had it reserved in one hand for this very moment. My hand released it at her as I quickly ran out of the SINC site. I assume she was following and that was where I almost fell because my foot sort of came out of my shoe. How embarrassing. Well I was caught. This was when she raised both arms. I was stumped as to what to make of it, whether she wanted to hug, a handshake, or what. But I couldn't go through with it. So we said our goodbyes. Yeah I know. How cowardly
Is that the final ending?
I left soon afterwards but while walking a few steps out of the building, I started to regret the way things had ended. I should've hugged her and I knew that if I didn't go back inside to change things, my conscience wouldn't leave me alone in the future. I stopped on my tracks and sort of ran back inside. Before I went inside the computer lab, I actually hesitated. Did I really want to see this through? However, I just went in and purged any thoughts. Thinking got me in this position anyway. Stupid brain ... over complicating things. I was hoping to see her quickly but she was nowhere to be found. Oh no! Don't tell me she left already. I was in panick mode already. I asked this computer lab assistant if he had seen her. Then I realized, hey I know this guy. He used to be in my geology class from our GEO field trip where I almost hit him with this rock I was throwing into the pond. Anyhoo, he said he didn't know her whereabouts but that she'd probably be back soon.
He was giving off this smirk. It was, how best to put it, a smile that he knew something. It really bothered me but there was no time for him. I thought that I'll wait a while in the hopes she might reappear. Where could she have gone? Then I saw Jose nearby and thought might as well make conversation with him in the meantime. Of course, I asked him as well but he too didn't know. We talked about my graphics project and how the professor like my origami based video. Unfortunately, I didn't have it with me. After some meaningless chatter, I called it quits and left disillusioned. I tried contacting her on line but it was too late by then. That's how the cookie crumbles I suppose. It's not too bad though. I take solice that at least i went back and would've gone through with it
Labels: friends, girls, goodbye, hug, personal, school, shy
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Friday, August 10, 2007
Meeting the crazy girl by surprise
Going back to the last days of the spring semester once more, I had just given Amy her farewell card but with the expectation in mind that we wouldn't see each other again. Ever. I mean that was already embarrassing enough for me. Although I suppose down deep I still wanted to see her, not just her though but everyone I knew, one more time. For some reason the night before on May 14, 2007 I had altered my away message in Facebook so that it said I would be at the computer lab all day. You see it was a week all about final exams and being a commuter, I had to chill out somewhere for hours on end. But deep down I was kind of hoping to see a familiar face because if you put yourself out there, you're bound to bump into someone, right?
So around 2:40pm my face was already in front of this Mac computer screen watching some Youtube music videos. When all of a sudden my ears felt a hand attempting to remove my headphones. I couldn't believe I didn't sense this stranger approaching me. Imagine if this was some killer. But it was worse than that, it was her! On one hand I didn't want to turn around and face her because of my away message which made it seem like I was calling her out since she works there but I suppose it was for the best. Why did I announce where I was going to be? It's so out of my style. I am a low down kind of person especially when it comes to my whereabouts. And yes, the moment I was touched I knew who it was. Before she could even fully remove my headphones my hands went onto my ears as I finished the job taking it off the rest of the way. We struck up a small conversation. She had apparently finished her exam. Didn't she tell me she had like three finals this day some time ago? She said only two for today. I don't know ... I didn't believe but I didn't care either. I will note that before she came the girl next to me was watching me from the corner of her eyes and may have become jealous when she saw the crazy girl talking to me. At least that's what I sensed.
Dealing with the final exam before meeting her
Although I was in the computer lab for a little while now, before that I was taking the final exam on Database Transaction Processing Systems. I really learned a lot in that course and the professor was one of the best I've had but dang that final was one of the hardest of all my classes. I came out of that room with a burned out worried face. Doubts ran rampantly around my head of failing and to make things a bit worse I had to carry these class surveys for him to the CS office since I was the last one. We had a small chit chat along the way until I dropped off the papers. He said goodbye and that was when I decided to tell him regardless of what grade I was to receive. Throughout the semester he made my life a living hell because he would call on me all the time and wouldn't leave me until I gave him an answer with some thought. I really couldn't escape it because there were few students, around ten max, and I sat up front only a few feet away from him. You know, because of my eyesight problem and no, wearing glasses is not an option.
The first time a teacher was furious with me
That's not true actually. He got really mad one day around Leche's visit because he was explaining a problem I had trouble the previous class and when he found out I wasn't paying attention ... well let's just say I had to sit right up close to him since that day. That was the first time a teacher was mad at me. I've always been the good student more or less and it was awful that day. It really was. I am sure others are used to it but not I. Moving on, I told him that even though I went through all of this I was really glad he pushed me so hard. In most classes the professor usually could care less and rarely try to teach you the material like they did back in high school. If he hadn't pushed me I would not have come close to even understanding what he was talking about. I don't proclaim to fully understand everything but what I do understand it was because I suffered. After saying all that I left happy because I always wanted to tell him that.
Her fake crying
Going back to the crazy girl, I told her I did terrible in the final and I really didn't want to return next semester. At this, the crazy girl began to cry thinking I meant I didn't want to see her. Fake cry that is with her hand rubbing on her beady little eyes. Awww so cute. Yeah that's how we play. Well she made my heart happy. Truly ... even though I didn't show it. I have a difficult time demonstrating my true inner thoughts and feelings. That is how I am and that's why I had to express myself through that card. Funny that she brought that up saying, What you wrote was nice
. It was simple and probably for the best that she didn't push the issue further otherwise I would've felt ... how do you say it ... a bit bad and embarrassed. You know how it is. She did have this expression when she mentioned it but could just be me.
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Saturday, July 28, 2007
Having finished reading the Naruto manga chapter 364, I was reminded to finally post some images of Sasuke. I guess watching the final battle between Sasuke and Deidara encouraged me. I will say though that I was a bit confused as to who’s the real Akatsuki leader. Perhaps I need to read it again since I tend to miss the obvious often. But I, for one, am glad Tobi is not dead and with his revelation, he just made the whole storyline that more interesting. Although my favorite Akatsuki member is still Sasori. Anyway, enjoy the gallery even though a few of them are repeated from my last naruto pictures. This time around I linked them to the biggest resolution. Lastly the majority of these Sasuke images are not up date in terms of the anime but I am sure they're enough to satisfy the Sasuke freaks fans, right?
Sasuke Uchiha Pictures
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bleach picturesLabels: anime, naruto, photos, pictures of sasuke
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Saturday, July 21, 2007
Going back to campus?
May 22, 2007
With the semester done you'd think there be no reason to be on campus but you be mistaken. The Japanese internship that officially ended in the fall was actually ongoing throughout the spring semester and even after classes were officially over. Now I am not complaining mind you. As I've said before, working for Sato sensei is a joy. Besides the work is nothing too hard like creating a photo gallery for the awards ceremony. But of course that's not the sole reason for commuting back to campus; I wanted to see my Chinese professor Wong because I hadn't thanked her properly for all the help she gave me. Last I saw of her was when she administered the final oral exam and when the video Tun and I made was presented. So that Tuesday I took the morning LIRR train back to my school campus. Yup the three hours commute, how I don't miss it. But because the semester was over, it wasn't that bad. I could take it easy since nothing was in the back of my head like being late to class.
There I was sitting on the train reading the AM/PM newspaper I picked up earlier (it was free you know) when who is it I meet? None other than Marc!: The guy who beat me to the treasurer position in the Japanese club. Don't worry Sutiben bears no ill will against him. From what I could tell, he seemed like a good person. It just felt a bit awkward because we didn't interact much during the semester and not sure if we had much to talk about. Anyway, he sat down next to me and we had a chit chat going on. It was nothing more than small talk really. An interesting point he mentioned was that Japanese music was what got him started. For a slight second I thought he was going to say anime. It was refreshing to hear something different. I, of course, explained to him that it was from the language perspective that I got immersed into Japanese culture. It wasn't long before we got to Hicksville where we had to transfer onto the next train. As we moved, he went near the doorway seats but I didn't want to sit there. I told him and went up one level where somehow I got into a talk with this Hispanic woman. I don't remember but I believe she said she was from Ecuador. Luckily for me my Spanish skills came to use. We didn't speak much however when we finished and I turned around, Marc was right there. I thought he was left behind in the other part of the train but guess he must've snucked up while I was distracted.
The Chinese or Japanese question
Once we settled back down, he showed me his Japanese textbooks. It seems this lucky bastard will be going over to Japan during the summer. How I envy him. Not so much for the study abroad but being able to continue taking Japanese. Anyhow, I just took the book from him and started skimming over it while he kept reading some novel I think. I recognized many of the Kanji characters which back then I didn't know when I took Japanese. I had no idea how you'd pronounce them but because of my Chinese class I knew what they meant. I was so happy. Maybe it's still not too late for me to pick up where I left. Of course, I wanted to make sure the Chinese meanings were the same as the Japanese ones so I kept pointing to characters and asking Marc for their meanings. I was impressed he knew so many Kanji characters. I even suggested he take Chinese because I am sure he would love it like me. There was one thing that stumped me and that was when he asked which language I loved better. I really didn't know then and what made it worse was the Chinese girl up front listening in on our conversation. We were both heading to the Humanities building so, of course, we continued our talk as we got off our stop. Somehow Emi's name came up in the conversation to which I told him my story about her. This guy knew all the Japanese kids. I guess being a Japanese major will do that. We eventually went our way but it left me wondering what could've been if we had been interacted more. He's a pretty cool and nice person.
Labels: campus, chinese, commuting, japanese, language, meet, people, personal, school, teachers, train
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Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Over the year, actually my entire life, I have met many wonderful people who have affected me but I never get to the point of just thanking them outright. This semester I wanted to make sure it was going to be different and I began during the final Japanese club meeting and even trying to set up a time to meet with someone to do so. I know I started doing this late as there were only a few days left before classes ended and people were busy with their finals but I was determined. So on Wednesday May 2nd 2007, the day started with me on the LIRR train. During the end of the semester chances were high that I was sleeping for the majority of the commute yet somehow I managed to wake up right before my stop. Could be the body's internal clock. What do I know.
I rapidly got off the train and marched myself towards the library. I knew I only had a limited time because my Chinese class starts at 10:40am. At the moment I only needed a place to sit so I entered the music library. There are hardly any people here and even less so this early in the morning. I sat and began to write what I didn't finish in the train because I doze off. It took longer to put my thoughts to paper than my initial assumption but it was completed just in time. I quickly got up and walked towards the computer lab and there she was: my rival Amy. 
Standing right near the entrance, she just looked at me with those eyes. The look she was giving me just made me smile. I quickly greeted her and went past her towards an available computer. However, on my way there I heard her tell her fellow worker that I was the one who soaked her with water the night before. Of course, I denied it. To this she gave me a punch in the back near my shoulder blade. Such violence! I didn't do anything though and just sat in front of mini Mac computer since all the PCs were occupied. The thing is I needed to work on my Chinese script play but I didn't know how to input Chinese characters on a Mac. So I had to go back to to the front to face her and ask for help and who better than the manager herself. But Amy said no so I asked her companion but in the end it was Amy who came to assist. The phrase "No que no" comes to mind.
After some tinkering around, it seemed she didn't know either so I went to call her companion but she eventually figured it out. I stayed there working on my Chinese script until a few minutes before class was to start. Then I was planning to leave but thought I may not see her again given that this was the last week of class. I asked her if she was coming to the Japanese festival on Saturday but she said no. What a shame. Actually I didn't even attend myself because I overslept that Saturday. I guess staying up late everyday that week working on my graphics project really killed me. And I really wanted to see Shirley that day but what can I do. No time for regrets. Anyway Amy was sitting on top of a desk and I just walked closer to the exit but stopped going any further. I was rather a bit nervous because it's not my style to say thank you or say goodbye. Heck, it's not my style to even say anything which is why I tend to be quiet. At least I finished the card beforehand. I informed her "This is probably the last time I'll see you" and then I quickly gave her the card. The one that would do all the talking for me. There was another girl near her who seemed very curious in our interaction. Even more so when I handed her the card which for me made things worse. Pero ella extendio su mano como si queria darme un abrazo. Ay! Eso no pude hacerlo. No mas le gare los dedos un poco. Se veia mas como un handshake. Then I exited the stage left. Yup, that's me. Classic Sutiben style.
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Anime photo gallery
If you're looking for the naruto pictures, it's no longer on the front page. I just moved sasuke pictures. The bleach pics are included as well. Sorry about that.
A sticky post ya'll
