tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50533332011-08-05T10:27:16.232-04:00non-sensu(unromanized for your inconvenience)Jeffnoreply@blogger.comBlogger511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-83388766789208696602008-03-09T23:10:00.006-04:002008-03-10T23:21:39.984-04:00Me vs. the Sandman (viii) Some nights you'd just rather stare at the ceiling and wait. Wait and watch as the shadows creep along, staving off the Sandman as he comes unrequited throughout the night. It's hard to hear yourself these days, even harder still in a city that never sleeps. Where the dark is never quite dark, nor the silence ever too quiet. No better time than the dead of the Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-84660158623245655822008-01-21T13:38:00.000-05:002008-01-21T14:15:22.241-05:00biting the bullet figures I wait five years for my language skills to stagnate before finally working up the nerve to make this trip.. but come April it'll be my two weeks to see if that little island lives up to its hype.. from drawing breath at smokey pachinko parlors to incense-burning shrines.. oogling at the fetish maid-cafes of new tokyo to harassing kyoto geisha for photos.. Jeffnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-195840953587664322008-01-21T13:26:00.001-05:002008-01-21T13:32:32.576-05:00 it's odd how I keep returning to this character.. happened to be the first when I started the さん series.. and still one I think about every now and then.. know there's a story to be told here.. though how long it'll take me to finish.. dunno.. enjoy the latest iteration.. guess this is one of those stories that'll write itself as I get older.. (though at this rate, it'll Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-1162843868757512092006-11-06T15:10:00.000-05:002008-01-21T12:54:37.880-05:00Plan B (vi) It’s the big red button encased in protective glass labeled “BREAK IN CASE OF EMERGENCY.” Well metaphorically speaking at least, it’s all in the head after all. For some, the fact that such a button exists is unnerving enough in itself. Whilst for others it can be oddly reassuring knowing that it’s always there should Plan A fail (assuming of course there even was a Plan A toJeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-1162166843949795592006-10-29T19:07:00.000-05:002008-01-21T13:03:27.424-05:00 If such were the criteria for being normal and acting her age, then Blue was at least halfway there. She was prettier than most, of that there was no question amongst her peers. Had things panned out differently Blue probably could have lived a comfortable life of modeling. It was however a sad beauty, one tinged with bittersweet. The eyes of course gave it away, windows to the Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-1162078347584246042006-10-28T19:32:00.000-04:002008-01-21T13:03:27.424-05:00 Today was just another day. Nothing was going to happen, and nothing ever did. Least that was how Blue saw most of her days come and go, and it was a fact she was keenly aware of. Twenty odd years old, green out of college and already brooding over her own mortality, Blue was miserable and had no answers. But what was a girl to do? Look pretty and worry less, or so seemed to be Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-1161552886416363412006-10-22T17:34:00.000-04:002008-01-21T13:03:27.424-05:00 Blue stared down at the street below, watching as people droned about their daily rituals of life. She felt like a God from high up here, checking upon and admiring her own handiwork. Who said that God couldn’t be vain? With head cradled in folded arms and an unnerving look of determination in her eyes, she focused intently on the sidewalk beneath her balcony. Could she do it thisJeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-1160881869140735892006-10-14T23:11:00.000-04:002008-01-21T13:03:27.424-05:00(c) This is a tale of the proverbial search for one's soul. Why some feel compelled, even the need to seek purpose in justification of existence whilst others do not is a question to which I have no answer. Perhaps it is quite simply a God-given character flaw that some are condemned to lament over matters as such. Of which there are those who have found what they’re looking for, those Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-1160874009416722732006-10-14T21:00:00.000-04:002008-01-21T13:03:27.425-05:00 (b) A sad blue doll idled away unrealized. Imagine but for a moment the world had men like Einstein and Picasso never realized those passions in life that history would well remember them for. That had they never tapped into that naturally unrivaled potential for those very same passions, then what would life have been for men as such if not tragic exercise in the mundane. An Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-1160871514703816792006-10-14T20:18:00.000-04:002008-01-21T13:03:27.425-05:00(a) intro And with this stroke I hammer down the first line. As mind burns bright and wracked body consumed faster still, Lies kindled a forge of dark fancies yet unrealized. Aglow with fever of creative trepidation does it beckon. For tonight I draw forth the stuff of sleepless nights, Of lonesome walks in the rain and numbing frost that ever lasts. Hold steadfast Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-1158540648285847752006-09-17T20:50:00.000-04:002008-01-21T12:55:40.066-05:00Down the Rabbit Hole (v) It was during my third year that I failed and found myself broken at long last, both academically and in spirit. Perhaps it was foolish of me having despaired over a plight not my own, but what friend is a friend who turns the blind eye during one’s hour of need. What followed and came to be, was and still is my greatest personal failure. From the fog of Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-1158466134662704402006-09-17T00:08:00.000-04:002008-01-21T12:56:13.439-05:00An Affair to Remember (iv) I loved him for who he is, and I hate him for what I’ve become. To recognize a stranger you’ve never met before, to care for someone you know absolutely nothing yet everything about, it is a relation that defies all reason. Few will ever know what it means to be kindred, and if my life till this point had semblance of purpose or essence then know this to be suchJeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-1158450480288371722006-09-16T19:47:00.000-04:002008-01-21T12:56:13.439-05:00Welcome to Titanic (iii) Can’t break what’s already broken. Such is the creed of my tortured lot, those self-condemned to perpetuate a cycle of thought that, by vile design, be both our liberating triumph over the world without, and steadfast anchor whose weight draws us further deep towards abyss within. We spin our own webs that bind us; each new thread compounding a model of self that Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-1157944629630725812006-09-10T23:16:00.000-04:002008-01-21T12:56:13.439-05:00Introspect (ii) But a humble cog in the machine, I have no claim of genius; yet the irony that these thoughts be in vain unless I make such a claim, lies for me a conundrum... So my muted audience, forgive me this once. If genius were a gun, then God gave me a loaded gun with nothing to shoot at. I have shot myself for the sake of shooting something, and so begins this Jeffnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-1157683673898147682006-09-07T22:47:00.000-04:002008-01-21T12:56:13.440-05:00Kindled (i) Road to nowhere.. like drifting clouds in frenzied sky of still winds.. don’t know where I’m going, what I’m doing, or how today was any different from the day before, or will be from tomorrow; still waiting for something to happen.. anything in fact.. if only for sake of jarring me astir.. There’ll be hell to pay once I’m awake. Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-1157240758156511862006-09-02T19:45:00.000-04:002006-09-10T23:20:50.066-04:00scratchpad: session ii sad blue doll wakes up day after day after day to work for corporate america helping rich people get richer while everyday on her way to work she sees the poor homeless needy people getting no better and repetition leads to the awareness of futility and banality and mediocrity of life that makes no sense to her until one day she starts to ponder how she will ever discover Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-1157237876060576702006-09-02T18:44:00.000-04:002006-09-10T23:19:06.653-04:00scratchpad: session i ambient grey undertones, main sad blue doll, lost on discovering purpose and meaning through NDE, end with the act wincing in pain - opening eyes fade to white, realization and awakening of futility / banality leads to the act..just an experiment in seeing if I can write fiction, don't expect anyone to understand my note scratchings too much, just a reminder and groundworkJeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-1157226572201521642006-09-02T15:49:00.000-04:002006-09-10T23:19:41.076-04:00interlude i so figured people might be curious what’s been going on in my life (actually can’t think of more than two to three people that’d actually read this blog) and here it is in a nutshell.. been offered a position in the securities department working on master file and pricing.. it’s a step up for me, get to learn all about the fancy world of stocks, bonds, and what not.. Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-1156688174271662362006-08-27T10:16:00.000-04:002008-01-21T12:56:13.440-05:00 Man vs. Dog Sometimes I can’t help but wonder why God decided to give me a brain. It’s as much a gift as it is a curse in the giant scheme of things. Man can appreciate a fine meal or companion even more so than dog, yet is offset by how often we find ourselves focusing on the obscenely mundane. From the invention of the great seedless watermelon to kids killing kids for their iPods, Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-1156626688717810052006-08-26T17:11:00.000-04:002008-01-21T12:56:13.440-05:00 Mind the Mind “I’m thinking too much again” thought J-san to himself. Although he could never recall the precursory thought that led to the statement, it was if anything, the thought to end all thoughts. Or so J-san would have himself believe. This is the tale of a man withdrawn, idle and passive to a fault. Skirting the fine line of mu in daily forays within himself, J-san was Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-1156609048777702652006-08-26T12:11:00.000-04:002008-01-21T14:19:25.899-05:00Through the Looking Glass..R.I.P.Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-1156087778110781562006-08-20T11:18:00.000-04:002008-01-21T13:04:42.118-05:00almost been a year since my last post and still surprised they haven't just gotten rid of my blog by now.. freewriting, thought I'd give it a shot this one time.. I am so confused now.. about myself, what I've been doing and how I've been doing these past couple of years.. times it seems like I wasted a good portion of my life moping and dwelling on issues that while they do concern me in theJeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-1123103702570938332005-08-03T16:50:00.000-04:002008-01-21T13:04:42.118-05:00so guess it's that time of the year again for my now annual post.. no I'm not dead but pretty sure my blog's been forgotten by now so probably safe to start posting again.. where to start.. well for one thing gone are the days of staying home, brooding, thinking, regretting, contemplating, blah blah blah ___ ing.. albeit some would argue that doing nothing and becoming one with your mu is theJeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-1081055936386586712004-04-04T00:18:00.000-05:002008-01-21T13:04:42.119-05:00So it's been almost a year since I graduated (that and my last serious post) and I still haven't figured out what I want to do with my life, yes yes, I'm sure we all had high expectations for me and I'm sorry to have disappointed you all, but oh well.. always been thinking, thinking, more thinking (yes, my brain must be quite the wrinkled lump of gray matter by now).. get tired of thinking, tryJeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-953897972003-06-06T19:35:00.000-04:002008-01-21T13:01:04.979-05:00#6"What a strange, demented feeling it gives me when I realize I have spent whole days before this computer, with nothing better to do, jotting down at random whatever nonsensical thoughts have entered my head."F-san, Essays in Idleness: the Twenty-Six Faces of Eng (2003)Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-946734442003-05-21T02:37:00.000-04:002008-01-21T12:57:55.958-05:00----Thinking about how to stop one's self from thinking too much..
E-san contemplated the irony of her dilemma.
--------Wonder if thinking about nothing counts as thinking..
E-san gave it some more thought.
------------Thinking too much again..
E-san couldn't help it.
----------------Try not to think so much..
E-san pondered how she would go about doing so.
--------------------deja vuJeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-941546342003-05-11T12:55:00.000-04:002008-01-21T12:57:55.959-05:00D-san was neither proud nor ashamed of what he was about to do. His visits were rather routine by now and so he never bothered to give the matter any second thoughts. He could care less what others thought of him, D-san certainly wasn't the only hormone-driven youth who regularly frequented the secluded 2nd-floor of his school's library. Walking past the foreboding banks of darkened televisionJeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-931885482003-04-24T13:33:00.000-04:002008-01-21T12:57:55.959-05:00Ordinarily people went to the library to read the books, but not C-san. Rather, the sole purpose of his daily visits to the open stacks was to satisfy an eccentric fetish of his. C-san was a 'book-sniffer'. Entrenching himself in the cramped narrow spaces between shelves full of rotting texts, C-san relished the faint musky aroma that its withering yellowed pages gave off. Glues, white-outs, Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-931550002003-04-23T23:35:00.000-04:002008-01-21T12:57:43.090-05:00B-san cast a nervous glance at the stranger relieving himself in the stall beside his. His line of sight was starting to wander downwards as he reluctantly gave in to a sense of primal curiosity when the man suddenly seemed to take notice of him. Their eyes having almost met, B-san immediately turned away and stared back at his own urinal in shame, trying to pretend nothing had happened. Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-931292292003-04-23T15:12:00.000-04:002008-01-21T13:05:04.050-05:00Leaning against the 9th-floor balcony railing with her head cradled between two folded arms, A-san smiled quietly to herself as she stared down at the distant black and white checkered floor of the library. With an unnerving look of determination in her eyes, she focused intently on the single white square that was directly beneath her. Everything else slowly faded into a blurry sea of blacks Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-924525062003-04-11T17:42:00.000-04:002003-04-12T02:34:44.000-04:00great.. just great.. see what you've made me do now? now I've lost an hour or two when I could've been working on my testament.. I hope you're happy.. don't give me that sad good for nothing sorry looking face you bitch.. yeah, that's right.. damn I have problems.. no, I'm not losing it mind you.. now where were we.. what's left.. hrm.. on motivations.. on ego & humility.. hrm.. Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-924488752003-04-11T16:30:00.000-04:002003-04-11T16:30:44.670-04:00aww.. poor poor blog, how I've neglected you so.. you've missed me right? no? oh well, guess it doesn't really matter.. yes, I've been busy.. no, not with schoolwork.. just some erm.. other stuff, right.. no need to be jealous.. that thing over there? dunno, just call it a testament of sorts.. now now, don't get all worked up about nothing, just need to finish it before the term lets Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-904099272003-03-09T13:37:00.000-05:002003-03-09T13:41:09.000-05:00dream 030903: in the middle of six-laned street (including two for parking) under a gray cloudy sky.. and it's a face off between Richard Dean Anderson (you know the guy from MacGyver and Stargate SG-1, wearing a regular pair of denim jeans and a neon green shirt with his name printed in bold on it) and some black dude (wearing a neon pink shirt, forget what his name is but it's printed there Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-903695262003-03-08T16:15:00.000-05:002003-03-08T20:50:41.000-05:00so a lot of things have been happening in the small closed world around me, and it's got me thinking myself too.. dunno.. just been running out of that emotional fuel to write anything good with lately.. but I can feel something stirring deep in that twisted heart of mine.. nostalgia, pathos, anxiety, that's basically the real me in a nutshell I guess.. dunno, maybe love could play a role inJeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-902591902003-03-06T16:10:00.000-05:002003-03-07T21:26:40.000-05:00on pigeons ::
�@�@if there's anything worse than a squirrel in this city it's a pigeon.. having lived in this shithole of a city for all my life I've developed a keen sense of wariness and paranoia each time I walk under the local elevated train tracks, scaffolding, overhangs on buildings and what not.. there's always that remote possibility that one of them evil birds is perched up there, Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-900121162003-03-02T15:56:00.000-05:002003-03-02T16:06:40.000-05:00�Ì‚©‚ç�@�@�@�@�@�@�@�@�@mukashi kara
�Á‚¦‚È‚¢‚Ü‚Ü‚Å�@�@�@�@�@kienai mama de
–ß‚Á‚Ä‚¢‚é�@�@�@�@�@�@�@modotte iru
•—‚̈¤•�‚Æ�@�@�@�@�@�@�@kaze no aibu to
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�΂¢‚»‚¤‚É�@�@�@�@�@�@�@waraisou ni
�°‚ꂽ‹ó‚Ì•û‚Ö�@�@�@�@�@hareta sora no hou he
’‚ß‚é‚Æ�@�@�@�@�@�@�@�@nagameru to
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‰Âˆ¤‚»‚¤‚ȉ_‚à�@�@�@�@�@kawaisou na kumo moJeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-900104212003-03-02T15:14:00.000-05:002003-03-02T15:16:55.000-05:00so I finally caved late last night and on impulse went ahead and bought another $50 worth of asian literature books from amazon.. just several anthologies of short stories by Yukio Mishima, Naoya Shiga, Yasunari Kawabata, and Osamu Dazai.. whether or not I'll ever get around to reading them is another matter altogether, but for now they'll do fine in filling up all the empty spaces of my life, Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-900021632003-03-02T11:31:00.000-05:002003-03-02T11:36:55.000-05:00dream 030203: idling away in a correctional rehabilitation facility for the deaf and mute people, for what crime I remember not.. also managed to reinvent the ordinary television remote into some sort of zap gun in the prison workshop.. with which I use to kill my way through to the prison infirmary until I finally manage to confront the evil prison dentist for what reason I do not know..Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-898007982003-02-26T18:07:00.000-05:002003-03-01T23:50:34.000-05:00you can tell it's been a long week when you fall asleep going home on the train and wake up thinking you're on your way to class, unsure just exactly which direction the train is heading in cause you're in a tunnel, and you try to blink away the sleepiness with that puzzled look on your face staring off blankly at the space in front of you while the guy sitting opposite you on the other side of Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-896563892003-02-24T13:26:00.000-05:002003-02-24T13:29:40.000-05:00dream 022403: david hasselhoff dances and sings, throwing white and red rose petals about.. as kitt (you know, the talking car from knight rider) drives itself off a cliff into the ocean.. don't ask.Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-894045252003-02-19T21:24:00.000-05:002003-02-20T20:37:59.000-05:00damn.. think I'm churning this stuff out bit too fast.. but here's a nice one I like to consecrate this little blog of mine and all that I've written so far and what not.. this one actually passes the actual 'japanese' syllabery requirement for haiku, too bad it lacks that nature content though, but oh well.. and now "on nonsense"
ƒmƒ“ƒZƒ“ƒX�@�@�@�@�@�@nonsensu
–³ˆÓ–¡‚ÈŒ¾—t�@�@�@�@�@muimi naJeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-893992982003-02-19T19:47:00.000-05:002003-02-19T19:51:39.000-05:00so thanks to google I've finally figured out what genre of poetry my scribblings belong to.. apparently there's a more specialized terming called the jisei (Ž«�¢) for poems that share themes common to mine, literally meaning ones of resignation / farewell.. and as to how popular they are in japan, no idea.. but you won't be finding any books on them in Bobst anytime soon for sure.. but then Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-893959812003-02-19T18:44:00.000-05:002003-02-19T22:03:33.000-05:00latest piece of subway inspiration:
‰Ê–³‚¢‚¶‚ñ‚¹‚¢�@�@�@�@�@�@�@hakanai jinsei
‚¢‚Á‚½‚ñ’a�¶‚·‚ê‚Î�@�@�@�@�@ittan tanjou sureba
Ž€‚Ì“¹‚Å�@�@�@�@�@�@�@�@�@�@shi no michi de
˜Ô‚È‚ç‚Ê•—‚É�@�@�@�@�@�@�@�@mamanaranu huu ni
ˆø‚©‚ê•à‚¢‚Ä‚é�@�@�@�@�@�@�@hikare aruiteruJeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-893684852003-02-19T08:37:00.000-05:002003-02-24T23:21:52.000-05:00dream 021903: just your ordinary, everyday hitman for hire at the local CVS (got my own booth right next to the photo developers).. and of course someone's come to place a hit on some poor old sap, who bears a remarkable semblance to.. yup, you guessed it, me.Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-893506462003-02-18T23:03:00.000-05:002003-03-09T13:25:38.000-05:00so I missed my train stop today jotting down ideas for my next pseudo-tanka/haiku, but no matter, the idea was worth it.. spent my six-hour gap between classes today flipping through books of japanese poetry at Bobst library.. nothing beats that old book smell hanging out in between stacks of 50 year old books or whatever.. was kinda disappointed however in finding what I wrote probably Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-892464912003-02-17T11:43:00.000-05:002003-02-17T11:51:14.000-05:00dream 021703: it's a bright sunny day and there I am in the middle of a vast field, watering the grass around my own grave as three cute yellow baby chicks roll around playfully..Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-892207252003-02-16T23:31:00.000-05:002003-02-19T22:04:40.000-05:00here's one for all you alcoholics out there (you know who you are)..
Žð‚ð”ð‚¯�@�@�@�@�@�@�@�@�@sake wo sake
‚à‚¤ˆê”t‚³‚¦‚¾‚ß�@�@�@�@�@mou ippai sae dame
•s–ž‚¾‚炯�@�@�@�@�@�@�@�@fuman darakeJeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-892048152003-02-16T17:29:00.000-05:002003-02-16T17:59:56.000-05:00and so goes by another wasted weekend which I'm sure I'm going to end up regretting come tuesday once classes start since tomorrow's an off day being President's day and all which no one really celebrates or gives a shit about anymore but since it's a day off I'm not going to complain about it so long as I get to waste another day tomorrow doing absolutely nothing and push my work even further Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-891756372003-02-16T01:09:00.000-05:002003-02-19T21:50:02.000-05:00�I‚í‚è‚Ü‚µ‚傤�@�@�@�@�@�@owarimashou
‚à‚¤‚·‚®ŽžŠÔ‚¾‚ª�@�@�@�@�@mou sugu jikan daga
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hmm.. poetic masterpiece or cry for psychiatric help, you be the judge.. (I'd place my bets on the latter btw..)Jeffnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333.post-891675382003-02-15T21:25:00.000-05:002003-02-20T15:24:11.000-05:00‚«‚ê‚¢‚È�á�@�@�@�@�@�@�@�@kirei na yuki
‚»‚Ì�ƒ‚È”’‚³�@�@�@�@�@�@�@sono jun na shirosa
‰“—¶‚¹‚¸‚É�@�@�@�@�@�@�@�@enryo sezu ni
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