Kyo Kara Maoh!

Recently, a friend introduced me to this manga series, Kyo Kara Maoh.

It was about a boy who was flushed down a toilet into another world, where he was their king. There’s a lot more here, but I would refrain from continuing.

It was originally a light novel, it would appear, and I would like to read that. Unfortunately, Japanese was not my third language, and the english translations for that was splotchy. I can understand what’s going on, but it does not catch my eyes. With the exception of some chapters, translated by different users online, they are generally quite hard to read. I’m still really glad there are some chapters online that I could read, though – at least this way, I could read a few chapters beyond the manga already translated.

Honestly, my main frustration was only with finding an english translation which is complete (that I have given up on, as everything was only three quarter finished) that is not the anime. There’s nothing much against the anime, except for the fact that I find the voice of the characters kind of shrill, and the art is not as brilliant as that of the manga, and the occasional illustration in the novel.

My favourite scene would forever and always be when Yuuri (the boy who was flushed down the toilet) slap Wolfram (bratty third prince of the previous Maoh). Go read it, you’d understand why it’s funny then.

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Cry On My Shoulder

Actually, I’m not too sure who is the singer. According to some sources, it’s from Deutschland sucht den Superstar(DSDS), though from some videos, it’s said to be sung by Westlife.

It’s a touching song, personally, and it’s the sort of timeless classic that you can always listen to.


Cry On My Shoulder

If the hero never comes to you
If you need someone you’re feeling blue
If you wait for love and you’re alone
If you call your friends nobody’s home

You can run away but you can’t hide
Through a storm and through a lonely night
Then I’ll show you there’s a destiny
The best things in life they are free

But if you wanna cry
Cry on my shoulder
If you need someone
Who cares for you
If you’re feeling sad
Your heart gets colder
Yes I show you what real love can do

If your sky is grey oh, let me know
There’s a place in heaven where we’ll go
If heaven is a million years away
Oh, just call me and I’ll make your day

When the nights are gettin’ cold and blue
When the days are gettin’ hard for you
I will always stay here by your side
I promise you I’ll never hide

But if you wanna cry
Cry on my shoulder
If you need someone
Who cares for you
If you’re feeling sad
Your heart gets colder
Yes I show you what real love can do

But if you wanna cry
Cry on my shoulder
If you need someone
Who cares for you
If you’re feeling sad
Your heart gets colder
Yes I show you what real love can do

What real love can do
What real love can do
What love can do
What love can do
Love can do

Long Live

This is a song I’ve just dug up from my old collection from long, long ago – Long Live by Taylor Swift.

Here goes!


Long Live
By: Taylor Swift

I said remember this moment in the back of my mind
The time we stood with our shaking hands
The crowds in stands went wild
We were the Kings and the Queens
And they read off our names
The night you danced like you knew our lives
Would never be the same
You held your head like a hero
On a history book page
It was the end of a decade
But the start of an age

Long live
The walls we crashed through
How the kingdom lights shined
Just for me and you
I was screaming long live
All the magic we made
And bring on all the pretenders
One day,
We will be remembered

I said remember this feeling
I pass the pictures around
Of all the years that we stood there
On the side-lines wishing for right now

We are the Kings and the Queens
You traded your baseball cap for a crown
When they gave us our trophies
And we held them up for our town

And the cynics were outraged
Screaming, “This is absurd!”
Cause for a moment a band of thieves
In ripped up jeans got to rule the world

Long live
The walls we crashed through
How the kingdom lights shined
Just for me and you
I was screaming long live
All the magic we made
And bring on all the pretenders
I’m not afraid
Long live
All the mountains we moved
I had the time of my life
Fighting dragons with you
I was screaming long live
That look on your face
And bring on all the pretenders
One day,
We will be remembered

Hold on to spinning around
Confetti falls to the ground
May these memories break our fall

Will you take a moment,
Promise me this
That you’ll stand by me forever
But if God forbid fate should step in

And force us into a goodbye
If you have children some day
When they point to the pictures
Please tell them my name

Tell them how the crowds went wild
Tell them how I hope they shine

Long live
The walls we crashed through
I had the time of my life
With you

Long, long live
The walls we crashed through
How the kingdom lights shined
Just for me and you
And I was screaming long live
All the magic we made
And bring on all the pretenders
I’m not afraid
Singing, long live
All the mountains we moved
I had the time of my life
Fighting dragons with you
And long, long live
The look on your face
And bring on all the pretenders
One day
We will be remembered

Let the world go by

Sometimes, Rovina would lean against his headstone and watch the world go by.

Sure, she’s trying to let go, and she’s succeeding. Somewhat.

It’s just… hard, sometimes.

Her blood brother, her father, they were easy. They were gone too early, too fast for her to feel anything but regret and a ‘what if’, every now and then. That was inevitable. It was also easy to ignore.

Cladis, though.

Ashton to her, because that lying little critter never gave her his real name while he was alive. In the end, even the name she thought was his was just a pseudonym.

All Rise

This week, it shall be All Rise, because I’m really feeling it. Except, instead of the other person, I’m thinking of putting all my results onto trail, you know? I’ve been getting everything back and I’ve done so badly for all of the subjects that I’m holding a court session in my head and putting all of them on the stand. Even though it really feels like I’m the one on the stand, with my back against the wall, with all the results accusing me of lying and faking.

Here you go:


All Rise
By: Blue

Your honour please
Gotta believe what I say
What I will tell
Happened just the other day
I must confess
‘Cause had about enough
I need your help
Got to make this here thing stop

Baby I swear I tell the truth
(Uhuh)
About all the things you used to do
(Come on)
And if you thought you had me fooled
I’m tellin’ you now objection overruled
Here we go
(Oh baby)

One for the money and the free rides,
It’s two for the lie that you denied.
All rise
(All rise)
All rise
(All rise, all rise)
Three for the calls you’ve been making
It’s four for the times you’ve been faking
All rise
(I’m gonna tell it to your face)
All rise
(I rest my case)

You’re on the stand
With your back against the wall
Nowhere to run
And nobody you can call
Oh no
I just can’t wait
Now the case is open wide
You’ll try to pray
But the jury will decide

Baby I swear I tell the truth
(Uhuh)
About all the things you used to do
And if you thought you had me fooled
(Come on)
I’m tellin’ you now objection overruled
Oh baby

One for the money and the free rides
It’s two for the lie that you denied
All rise
(All rise)
All rise
(All rise, all rise)
Three for the calls you’ve been making
It’s four for the times you’ve been faking
All rise
(I’m gonna tell it to your face)
All rise
(I rest my case)

So step back ’cause
You don’t know this cat
I know deep down that
You don’t want me to react
I lay low
Leaving all my options open
The decision of the jury
Has not been spoken
Step in my house
You find that your stuff has gone
(Gone)
But in reality to whom
Does the stuff belong?
I bring you into court
To preach my order
And you know that
You overstep the border,
(Uhuh)

One for the money and the free rides
It’s two for the lie that you denied
(Ooh)
All rise
(All rise)
All rise
(All rise, all rise)
Three for the calls you’ve been making
(Yeah)
It’s four for the times you’ve been faking
All rise
(All rise, all rise)
All rise
(All rise, all rise)

One for the money and the free rides
(What you say)
It’s two for the lie that you denied
(Can’t you pay)
All rise
(What you’ve done)
All rise
Three for the calls you’ve been making
(What you say)
It’s four for the times you’ve been faking
(Can’t you pay)
All rise
(What you’ve done)
All rise
(Where you’ve gone)

One for the money and the free rides
It’s two for the lie that you denied
(Oh)
All rise
(Oh)
All rise
(Uhuh uhuh)
Three for the calls you’ve been making
It’s four for the times you’ve been faking
I said all rise
I’m gonna tell it
To your face
All rise, I rest my case
(Uhuh uhuh)

Say Goodbye

Learn to say goodbye.

It’s hard, but it’s inevitable. Someday, you’d have to say goodbye to everything you hold dear. Don’t let that catch you off guard. You cannot refuse to let go, either, son, because it isn’t always up to you.

That’s the first thing his father taught him.

It’s a lesson he never forgot, but it didn’t prepare him for the day he had to say goodbye to them. He wasn’t ready to be responsible for Mira, he wasn’t ready to say goodbye, to let go, but the doors closed and the tube retreated and –

They were gone.

Hide-and-Seek

He knew he can’t win.

After all, the game tested your competency at handling a phaser and those things absolutely despised him.

But he can’t lose.

It’s his sister’s future at stake. Winning this won’t change anything for him – he’d still be the Council’s property, but if he made it, then, at sixteen, he can get her out of Redirection. She’d have a proper life as an Elite.

Thinking it through for a moment, he realised that it wasn’t just about shooting your target – it was also about hiding from your hunter.

And he’s always been the best at hide-and-seek.

Mercy Williams

It used to be just a game.

In fact, it was one that her husband supported. He would pour over newspapers or ask around, helping her find a wedding, before going with her to pick out the dresses and driving her to the venues.

(On their wedding night, he had given her a piece of polished obsidian: small, black and slightly translucent if held to light. Don’t break it, he warned. What you’d be left with would have edges sharper than razors. She kept it with her, always. In her pocket, and in her handbag when there were no pockets for her to slot it into.)

The game began the moment she steps into the venue, the first time she catches the groom’s eye. Depending on how well they do on the initial test, it could be over as soon as it began.

Or it could last until their last night together.

It was always just a game, though. Playing with their hearts and their lives, before cutting the thread and ending it.

(It was fun, smiling shyly at them, giving them a hint of what they could have, luring them into bed – their bed, always. She loved the irony. It would be their deathbeds, after all. And, the looks on their wives’ faces when they discover their husband’s dead body, stripped bare and covered in hickeys, all the evidences there further incriminating them even without the note she’d leave for them to find… She always stayed the night, just for that, to see them understand, before slipping away, swallowed by the shadows.)

It stayed just a game until she discovered her husband in their bed with another.

(Her heart shattered, and, it made sense for her to shatter it – it was poetic justice.)

He was her third kill.

(She’ll never forget the relief on his face when she pulled him into their bed with her, telling her that she’d erase every trace of the other woman from him before muttering the sweet nothings that truly meant nothing now that she saw.)

For a while, after him, she had fallen into a rut – she had truly loved him, after all. Still did, if she was honest with herself, but.

(The betrayal on his face when she dug the shard in and drew it along the median septum, breaking his heart by splitting it – it made her want to claw that look off his face. To yell and scream at him that he had no right to look like she had betrayed him, not when he was the one who betrayed her. He had no right, he was the one who broker her heart and killed her that night, all those promises and vows, their future, the plans, the games -)

He lied.

(He deserved it.)

That was what eventually spurred her back into action.

(Broken hearts weren’t the crippling things people told you they were, she realised – they were scalpels that cut away weaknesses, leaving behind only who you truly were, shielded by an armor of shards.)

So she got back into the game, searching for weddings and dresses and driving there (alone, alone, alone…), except –

(He’d put a hammer to her heart and left behind only this: scalpel sharp pieces that sliced away the useless emotions he had taught her to feel.)

(For him, she’d tried so hard to act nice, like a lady.)

It stopped being a game.

(It became an obsession.)

She would really test them, she vowed. And if they fail, they’d truly deserve this.

(He taught her that it was good to be crazy.)

Didn’t he?

The games, the plans, the lies.

He’s gone, though – the shards aren’t.

She kept them with her, always.

(A constant reminder that no matter how good this feels, it would never compare, ever, but-)

He lied.

(And he’s gone.)

Blank Space

So I like this song.

It’s by Taylor Swift, for those of you who don’t know, and it’s in her album 1989. I like her songs, and although I did not really like her album, Red, I found the songs in 1989 quite nice.

On top of that, it’s quite fun trying to rewrite the lyrics to reverse the meaning – e.g.: Though I have a blank space, baby, please don’t write your name.

You should try this song, too.


Blank Space
By: Taylor Swift

Nice to meet you,
Where you been
I could show you incredible things.
Magic, madness, heaven, sin,
Saw you there and I thought
Oh my god, look at that face,
You look like my next mistake.
Love’s a game,
Wanna play?

New money, suit and tie,
I can read you like a magazine.
Ain’t it funny, rumours fly,
And I know you’ve heard about me
So hey, let’s be friends,
I’m dying to see how this one ends.
Grab your passport and my hand
I can make the bad guys good for a weekend.

So it’s gonna be forever,
Or it’s gonna go down in flames.
You can tell me when it’s over,
If the high was worth the pain.
Got a long list of ex-lovers,
They’ll tell you I’m insane.
Cause you know I love the players
And you love the game

Cause we’re young and we’re reckless
We’ll take this way too far.
It’ll leave you breathless
Or with a nasty scar.
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They’ll tell you I’m insane.
But I got a blank space, baby.
And I’ll write your name.

Cherry lips,
Crystal skies,
I could show you incredible things.
Stolen kisses,
Pretty lies,
You’re the king baby, I’m your queen
Find out, what you want
Be that girl, for a month
But the worse has yet to come

Oh no,
Screaming, crying, perfect storms,
I can make all the tables turn.
Rose gardens, filled with thorns,
Keep you second guessing like
Oh my god, who is she,
I get drunk, on jealousy,
But you’ll come back, each time you leave,
Cause darling I’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

So it’s gonna be forever,
Or it’s gonna go down in flames.
You can tell me when it’s over,
If the high was worth the pain.
Got a long list of ex-lovers,
They’ll tell you I’m insane.
Cause you know I love the players
And you love the game

Cause we’re young and we’re reckless
We’ll take this way too far.
It’ll leave you breathless
Or with a nasty scar.
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They’ll tell you I’m insane.
But I got a blank space, baby.
And I’ll write your name.

Boys only want love, if it’s torture.
Don’t say I didn’t, say I didn’t warn you.
Boys only want love, if it’s torture.
Don’t say I didn’t, say I didn’t warn you.

So it’s gonna be forever,
Or it’s gonna go down in flames.
You can tell me when it’s over,
If the high was worth the pain.
Got a long list of ex-lovers,
They’ll tell you I’m insane.
Cause you know I love the players
And you love the game

Cause we’re young and we’re reckless
We’ll take this way too far.
It’ll leave you breathless
Or with a nasty scar.
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They’ll tell you I’m insane.
But I got a blank space, baby.
And I’ll write your name.