Actually, screw the wangst. 

THERE IS NO NEED FOR IT WHEN YOU'VE GOT TORCHWOOD, HETALIA, KUROSHITSUJI, TWO & A HALF MEN, HOUSE, HAGAREN, HALF A BILLION SCANLATED DOUJINS, SEVERAL TOTALLY RIDICULOUS KOREAN DRAMAS AND BUMP OF CHICKEN CHICKEN CHICKEN CHICKEN..

JOHN BARROWMAN, HOW IS IT POSSIBLE FOR ME TO LOVE AN AMERICAN LIKE THIS. THIS IS WRONG.

YONEZOU NEKOTA, MATSUMOTO TEMARI, MIYAMOTO AKI, KAZUKI YONE: MAKING MY HEART BEAT INDECENTLY FAST AND SALIVA POOL BY THE BUCKETS. 

IDEA FACTORY, YOU MAKE NON-GAMER ME WANT TO PLAY GAMES IN A LANGUAGE I CAN'T READ. EVEN THOUGH THE GAMES MAY WELL BE CRAP, YOU'RE DOING FABULOUS IN THE ART DEPT.

SWEET POOL, DEAR GOD, SWEET POOL, NEVER HAS GORE BEEN SO GORGEOUS AND LUSH. NITRO+CHIRAL WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME.

LIBERATION AND BISHIES I HAS THEM.

My slave days are over.
Saturday was my last day at Taka. 
The pay was hardly great and the hours were miserable but I've been fortunate all the same. 
I really will miss the Aunties quite a bit. They were what made the job bearable and even fun despite the psycho customers and the tedium. 
And hey, if it wasn't for this job, Hong Kong would never have happened. 

That same Saturday night I dashed over to Rox's place for a HK reunion. 
Most of the things said and done were insane but that's only to be expected. 
It was good getting together again and, inevitably, gambling a little. 
And for the first time in my life, I slept over at a friend's place. Le Gasp.

Sunday saw me dragging arse out of bed and homeward.
Hariz and Shun Qi came over for some Wii-ing and so we could actually meet for a first time in Donkeys of Days.

It's now Monday and the feeling of blisful liberation is finally setting in.
I can do whatever the Hell I want whenever I want to. 
No worries about studying, commitments, money, work or stress of any kind. 
It's a feeling I haven't had in a long, long time amigos.
And I like it.

Grubby and tired and half-walking half-dragging myself home, composing a list of the World's Most Horrible People helps while away some of the time spent travelling. 

It's only Day 4 of work and I've already got a long and rather racist list which is growing like Jack's beanstalk. 
I'll save it for another day. Although despite all the nasty in a day and the rich variety of retards, it will take a few very very large and dertermined arseholes to make me put the Japanese on the Tard-List. Same goes for the Koreans and let's just say the list is thus far heavily populated by many many many types of locals and Other Asians in the Region. There is a distinct absence of arseholic Caucasians. Which says a lot about the different communities or at least the population of fruit fans. Statistics anyone? Cackley cackle. 

I finally served a pretty Japanese boy.
He was very cute. And nice. 
Silly thing which makes such a difference. 
I am overwhelmed by the need to cuddle the Japanese people as a race, which will be challenging even with the low birth rate. 

Dear Lord I want Big Bang shoes. 
The Korean branch of FILA has a smex factor of 9394836455027487 Googleplex right now. Oh yeah. 

And why is it that everyone on LJ on angsting these days. It makes for tiresome reading. 

Oh yes, I have a Wii as of yesterday. Cooking Mama shall now be my daily exercise. 

Have I mentioned that my dream of seeing X Japan play live is pretty damned close to reality. The concert tickets have been booked. At 250 bucks each, witnessing Godliness is obviously not cheap but oh so worth it. As long as they don't try doing Art of Life again. 30 minute tracks are not the easiest to do live and Yoshiki might collapse again. Exciting as that sounds, that'll mean less of a concert and Great Heartache. 

One last thing, I finally got a copy of An Arsonist's Guide to Writers' Homes in New England. VICTORIOUS I AM OVER THE SNEAKY AND CONSPIRING BOOKSTORES AND PUBLISHERS.

 Right. I was going to be Thrilled Out of My Mind. But no.
Then I was going to be Pissed Beyond Belief. 
And that stuck for a while.
But no. 
Then I was empowered by Google.
And felt pretty damn triumphant. 
And that is sticking so HERE'S THE VICTORIOUS POST.
Instead of the angry one. 

I claim the right to be happy. 
Not to mention the right to idle and prance about in a storm; the right to really read books again; the right to enjoy living; the right to enjoy the brilliant moments that heads in notes always miss; the right to burn all this nonsense and dance about the bonfire; the right to do ridiculous things that I wouldn't usually do; the right to independance; the right to be brain-dead silly; the right to sew like there's no tomorrow; the right to write, whatever and whenever; the right to finally sit down and watch all those wonderful things Britain has produced; the right to immerse myself in House; the right to fangirl night and day; the right to bake things, edible and not; the right to SPAM SPAM SPAM LJ; the right to indulge in countless activities, places, people and things. 

I claim them all. 
For once, thank you Mr Huxley