Honjo Ren

I haven't seen a manga that better captures the complete deterioration of a character than Nana.

Ren has been one of my favourite characters from the start (it helps that he's easy on the eyes) and his story is just too sad. He loves Oosaki Nana so much. I cried so hard when I got to the chapter above; he's just gone from being this confident, kind person to someone so broken and lonely. There's another image I have of him sitting slumped against the locked bathroom door as Reira tries to coax him out, and that made me cry too.

Unfortunately, Nana's on hiatus because Yazawa Ai is sick and can't write until sometime next year. I'm sure there are thousands of people worldwide praying for her recovery; I'm one of them. :)

Kadoorie? KADOORIE FARM!

I spent my previous week nurturing the next generation at Kadoorie Farm and hot damn, do I feel old.

Which brings me to my next point.

Who the hell is teaching these kids about sex?

They're just ten years old and I was asked more then four times by the boys if I would give them a blowjob for twenty dollars. (I was quite offended, I'm sure I'm worth much more than that.) And, when rejected, they ran over to each other and started dry humping each other. ~I said what what, in the butt-

I did get attached to them though, as much as you can get attached over a period of five days anyway. There were a couple of uncomfortable incidents though:

1) We all split into subgroups of about 10 kids and I was assigned with the noisiest and naughtiest one. The headmaster also decided to tag along with us- he left when the boy started shrieking about the reptile house.

2) JT called my roommate Di-an-a a lesbian and some of the kids believed him, which led to lots of awkward questions about what we do at night.

One of the sweetest moments I had with a boy called Matthew went along the lines of:

Matthew: I want Frosties. Can I have some Frosties?
Me: No, you can't have them. They're for breakfast.
Matthew: Come on, please! I'll let you give me a blowjob!
Me: ...no, Matthew.
Matthew: I'll sleep with you!
Me: Matthew, I said no.
[Matthew throws himself at me and hugs me]
Matthew: Please, please, please, please, please-
Raphael: Just give him some Frosties, you stupid prefect!
Matthew: HEY! MEGAN'S AWESOME, FUCK OFF RAPHAEL.

=)

I did end up giving him the Frosties. How could you not? He was so cute!

Ethically wrong.

I'm a volunteer helper at Sunday school and I look after a bunch of eight year old kids, who are bored to death by the classes. They know I understand their plight (having been a student myself for eight years) and so we've got a mutual respect for each other going on.

During mass, I secretly perv on one of the other hot teachers, who, according to Bakhita (one of my students and trusted confidante):

- is divorced
- has two kids
- has angel's wings tattooed on his back

Bakhita knows I think he's smoking hot and when he sat down in the pew in front of us this morning, the both of us started giggling. I had a minor heart attack when he turned around to shake my hand, and then proceeded to smile stunningly at me with those pearly whites and hazel brown eyes.

I really shouldn't be allowed to teach Sunday School.