5.30.2001
 
Re-watching all my j-pop videos.

Let me first express my utter love for Utada Hikaru. My god, what a voice... Powerfully projected, yet her afflictions are constaintly oscillating from soft to hard, belting to a whisper, a scream to a caress... I've fallen in love with her voice.

Which really fits my personality. Whenever I become smitten with someone, I first manage to obsess and fixate something about them; eyes, hands, voice, personality, etc. All I see is that one glimmering trait, and I am able to ignore all the flaws. Thing is, when I do I completely forget the fact that we're more or less incompatible. It's happened before, and at incredible potency at that.

I hate being a romantic in this age of cynicism; we have to constantly dodge sledgehammers wanting to break a tender heart.

... I need to stop becoming so immersed in the gay culture. I'm losing my perspective on other things in life... and I am affeared that I might disillusion myself. Self-management is a bitch.

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