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PC98 Alice with PC98 Yuuka. I started this pic, and half way through, it was getting pretty late, so I tried to finish it up quick since drawr doesn't have a save function. Click it for a bigger image and a direct link to drawr.
We have a new president today, America!
I'm not sure why, but lately I've been thinking about the stuff that's happened before. Today, while I was driving to work, I was just thinking to myself how different my life is now compared to before, even during university, with Haruka... it really does feel like a time of my life that didn't really exist, or only existed in a dream. When things get that surreal I wonder if that's a good or a bad thing?
I was in the Peninsula some number of weeks ago, and I wonder to myself what or how she's doing, even though I don't want to have any contact with her. I was at a plaza that she used to take me to, and all I could remember is us yelling at each other and having everyone stare at us. I tried really hard to not fight with her and she kept saying everyone was staring at me, because only I was yelling, even though I was pretty sure I wasn't. Of course, the memory is so fuzzy now that I don't even know what happened on that day, except for there was an employee from the Mexican restaurant smoking his cigarette while watching us walk back and forth from toward our car and toward the direction of the place we were going to have lunch at.
When I pass by places I haven't been to in a while, I think of those things. The bad seem so much easier to think of than the good, but I don't feel like I hate her or anything, or even dislike her. We're all humans just trying to be happy, at least that's what I really think. Sometimes I wondered what my life would be like if things didn't get that bad and I was still in that time frame. 7 years is... is a long time. Just a single thought allows all the other ones to come streaming out, and then I remember, it really was my life then. Even though I'd like to take a daily nap while I'm at work and can't... life is all right, life is pretty good, I'd say.
I forgot to say... this weekend, I guess I did a stupid thing and forget to check the pockets of my sweatshirt I took with me to CES. I wear it a lot, since it's of a nice size and it's pretty warm. When I took it out of the washer, it had a ton of little napkin pieces stuck everywhere... thankfully, since I turned it inside out, it didn't get all over the washer and into my other clothes. I tried to wash off the bigger pieces, but it seemed like a lot of the fibers were stuck in.
Now, that sounds pretty silly so far, but the thing is, while I was asking my mother and father for help, my mother knew I liked this sweatshirt, so she said she'd take care of it and my father mentioned that my grandmother often leaves tissue in her pockets and my mother always takes care of it. I mean, I've done this sort of thing before, but it wasn't... so much, since I had packed like three, four napkins into the center pocket.
She said to leave it in a container near the washer, so I did. My mother usually speaks Chinese, it's the language she's most comfortable with.
I sort of had a "man, this sucks" sort of walking, and while I was going up the stairs to go back to my room, she was like, "Wait!" I came back down with the same kind of walking, and she is like, "Mom's gonna fix it for you, I know how much you love that sweatshirt. Now give mom a hug!" And I sort of perked up a little and hugged her. She said something in Chinese, like, I'm the one that made a mistake, but I get the consolation, it's a little hard to translate, and my dad sort of laughed at it. Later that night, she gave it to me, and it looked pretty good, but, it still had a little bit of the fibers attached. "It took me a whole hour!" my mom beamed, she was really proud she got so much of it off. Maybe she was just trying to be cheerful because she knew how much it meant to me. I'm sure the rest of them will fall off eventually, but it really made my day yesterday. When I went to work today, I put it on.