viernes, 31 de marzo de 2017

Kuzu no Honkai: El final




Estuve demasiado abrumada con todos los capítulos del anime como para escribir más reviews. Muchos fueron tragos amargos que incluso me llevaron a las lágrimas. Sin embargo, la trama fue espectacular. Me he enamorado por completo de este shoujo. Y es que mostró ese amor loco, desesperado y sucio del que muchas veces escribí en mis fanfics. Tocó temas muy profundos del desamor y la dignidad que a veces perdemos al creer que no podremos seguir sin aquella persona. También me dio otra perspectiva de que tan lascivas y egoístas pueden llegar a ser las personas por un puñado de atención. Existen personas muy malas disfrazadas de inocentes en este mundo; eso asusta y enoja pero debemos aprender a vivir con ellos. Amé ese agridulce del final, ese vacío en el pecho que solo una despedida deja. Si algo me enseñó este anime fue que el amor duele, mucho, pero a veces uno debe aprender a decirle adiós a ese amor: a veces nos aferramos a la idea de que no podremos seguir respirando sin ese tóxico aroma a romance, cuando en realidad es lo que nos está matando. Duele, pero la vida sigue. Y nada, absolutamente nada, supera a ese alivio que uno siente cuando ya pasó la tormenta.


Fue una gran anime, cien por ciento recomendado. 
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viernes, 20 de enero de 2017

Kuzu no honkai – Ep.1 & Ep.2 Review

Kuzu no honkai or Scum’s wish is a psychological, romantic and dramatic manga written by Mengo Yokoyari and published at Big Gangan magazine that has been adapted to animation this season. This anime series was directed by Shogo Miyaki and Shunsuke Shinada and aired at Fuji Tv since this January. Only with two episodes, it has gained some recognition in the otaku community. The story introduces us to Hanabi, a high schooler girl who’s in love with her older childhood friend and homeroom teacher Narumi Kanai. Not long after, Hanabi realizes that her ‘onii-chan’ is head over heels with the new music teacher, Akane Minagawa. That same day she meets Mugi Awaya and right after seeing him, she notices he is in the same situation than her. Hana and Mugi start spending a lot of time together because there is no one else who can understand better their feelings. One thing leads to another and they become a couple, a couple with a secret behind their lovey-dovey image.

I have to admit that I was shocked with the story and the deep feelings / phrases from the start. The pain in some of them gave me chills to the point I stopped eating my oatmeal to only focus in the anime. Especially with the first episode, the scenario is so painful and dense that I barely looked away –And I’m a person who gets distracted very easily. As soon as I heard Hanabi saying ‘We are dating but we both are the replacement of someone else.’ I felt so into the story that nothing distracted me until I finished the first two episodes. I find the story so interesting that I completely forget the fact that this anime’s character design is a bit too similar to other animation I’ve seen. Did anyone else noticed the resemblance between Hanabi and Misaki Mei from Another? What about instantly recalling Shigatsu ha kimi no uso when seeing Minagawa-sensei and Kanai-sensei in the music classroom? I might be wrong, but I do really find this similar character design. Another thing that didn’t really impressed me was the music, besides the beautiful voiceless soundtrack, I didn’t really get into the opening or ending song. Maybe it’s a matter of time. Maybe I was so into the story I didn’t notice anything else.    


I know I’m no one to recommend an anime but if you feel like giving it a try, I kindly invite you to check this story. At least the episodes already aired are very interesting. And if you already watch it, do you agree with me? Let me know and hit the button down there heh
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miércoles, 18 de enero de 2017

A brief bite of my ‘Lieblich’ Germany

Have you ever think what’s the flavor of loveliness? I do. –I positively nod silently while taking another bite of my new drug: Snack Brezel. Like a week ago or so I got this amazing Christmas/Birthday present from Deutschland –Where my boyfriend is currently living. I say currently because one of these days I’ll kidnap him and fly to the moon right away.

His smile was huge when I open the box with all kind of snacks and treats. My surprise was his satisfaction and his satisfaction was my boots of energy. I carefully read all the names, I might say I pronounced them the best I could but still failed at some of them. I smelled each package trying to guess any kind of hint of its flavors. The colorful box offered me a nicely handpicked variety of senses. My boyfriend was so excited, I could notice he wanted me to try all of them and give to him my opinions –I must say I’m the pickiest person ever when it’s about food, so I understand his curiosity.

He carefully wrote a letter describing all the snacks, as soon as I started to read it I felt the first flavor: His love taste like sweet hazel milk with hot coffee in a snowy morning. It tastes like that invisible force that makes you function properly some mornings when laziness tries to take over your life. The second bite was Snack Brezel, a salty snack with a smoky flavor –At least for me. He kindly explained it was a variation of a well-known German dish. Even though he told me I could take away the salt if it was too salty, I found it perfect. I really enjoyed the salt on it and its crunchiness. I’d love to eat it while drinking a coffee. My third encounter was probably the one I still remember the most and the one I regret eating too fast as well. Lindt Excellence, Oh lord! I still can feel the chocolate melting in my mouth, like if it was too good to be true. Just by the name itself, you can tell it’s an excellent chocolate.

Like if it wasn’t enough, my next flavor was also involved in sweetness. I’m a sweets’ person. I absolutely love sweet stuff and Werther’s Original transported me ‘sweetland’ -If that exist it is in Germany, maybe the town where my boyfriend comes from. Before tasting these ‘cream bom boms’ I used to think ‘bom boms’ were only chocolates filled with dulce de leche or mazapan. I assume that’s only in Spanish. Maybe only in Peru. If I ever said I don’t like dark chocolate, Gelee Bananen made me take it back. All I can say is that the flavor was very interesting to me. In my whole Peruvian life I’ve never tasted something like that. It was very yummy but different at the same time. The banana gelatin/gummy inside is so unique that is hard to explain.

I was mesmerized the first time I watched a video in Youtube about the Christmas sweets in Germany. I remember seeing Dana from ‘Wanted adventure’ tasting some of them. I recall the thought of wanting to eat all of them. I love to eat, I’m sorry. I was very touched when I found two packages of them in the box. Akora | Edelherb fruchtig gefüllt are heard-shaped cakes filled with cherry and covered in chocolate, one word: heaven. The other was Feinster Spekulatius | Mandel-Spekulatius are a special cookie with almond –the variation I got, the other have cinnamon. I’m an almond lover so I’m pretty biased for this one. I ate it in one afternoon while watching the last episode of Glee. Yes, Glee. All I can say is that if you are into nuts, this is for you. –Ok, that sounds wrong. 

Last but not least: the flavor that gave me mixed feelings, Katzen Pfötchen. I mean… Licorice. I was very very very but very worried about this specific candy. I’ve watched many videos of youtubers trying German snacks and when they reach this point, they get traumatized by its flavor. I’m not trying to be mean or disrespectful because I understand no one likes to be told this kind of stuff about their food, I know, but I’m just trying to share my opinion. As soon as I bite it, I felt confused. The flavor was like nothing I’ve ever taste. I mean, with the Gelee Bananen I previously knew the flavors of chocolate and banana but licorice was absolutely new for me. To me, it tasted like syrup of curry, a bit spicy, maybe? In my country I could say it taste a bit like an alcohol named anís. I’m still confused about its flavor. I didn’t like it, sadly.



I have to confess that I didn’t know anything about Germany before meeting my boyfriend. I had no idea of their language, culture or food. I just remembered some basic acknowledge I learned in one class during high school. After dating my bär for more than eight months: I still can’t pronounce properly the umlauts, I don’t know much of its history, and I haven’t taste all the foods in there but I’m pretty sure that I’m in love with the few things he has taught me. Why? I don’t think he is an isolated result of Germany. I assume that the society where he grew up, the education he received and the love his family give him made him the amazing person he is today.  Obviously nowhere is perfect but I strongly believe that the context of one person makes a huge impact in his/her life.


Thank you for reading this cheesy review. 
Today's musical mood: Namika - Lieblingsmensc
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lunes, 9 de enero de 2017

My empty canvas

I’ve been chased by the phantom of failure my whole life. I’ve always felt trapped inside the dozens of thoughts that go around my head minute after minute. I’ve been always thinking I never finish what I start or achieve my goals. In some cases was because of lack of passion, in others, I have no idea. I guess something is very wrong in my head. Lately, I’ve been so close to finish something I do enjoy but didn’t. Teaching has become a nightmare month after month. I’ve done my best and I enjoy teaching English. But the last three months have me trapped in this hurricane of negativity. I don’t know to explain it; I just want to hide whenever I have to go. I get any excuse to not enter into the class. I know, I must sound like a stupid spoiled girl afraid to grow up. It’s not that, I promise.

About a year ago, my mom got very sick, she had a diabetic coma and I felt like I was losing her. She was so fragile; I felt frustrated and scared 24/7 during those days. I remember one specific moment when I hold her in my arms and she cried like a small kid because she was in pain. I don’t want to face that ever again, to be honest. I want her to be healthy, however, I know her health became fragile since that day, and I constantly worry about it. Some nights, when I’m at her home, I can’t sleep thinking she might happen to feel sick or something. It terrifies me to lose her. When I’m alone at the apartment, I feel guilty for not being with her in that moment. I know I’m not a doctor, I wish I were. I know I can’t take her pain away, I wish I could. But I feel like I want to be stick to her every day of my life. This, for someone that has been always very independent, is hard to process. I feel tied. And makes me anxious to leave her house most of the time. And worse, makes me postpone some of my activities.


One day, she told me she only wants me to become a full time teacher so she can finally rest in peace. Maybe it sounds very dramatic for all of you, but to me it means a lot. In my head, deep inside, makes me to stop going to the last three months of teaching classes. This makes me feel like a failure. Plus, this makes her get sicker; the constant failure raises her anxious and harms her mental health –which also affects her physical health. So it’s a lose-lose situation. A situation I can’t run away from. A situation I don’t want to tell anyone about it because it makes me feel like a coward and a failure.   
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martes, 27 de diciembre de 2016

Drawing the rest of your life

I used to live scared during my childhood, teen years and early adult days; always feeling non talented -just another unskillful girl in the corner of her room, drawing the glorious days of a life that was denied to her since day one. Constantly, I used to hear that art was only for the talented ones; art was just a risk for dreamers like my grandfather, my uncles, but not for me.

I grew up without techniques, without a constant training in the art areas. I was there, just painting delusions in the back of the hideous math notebooks. I was always feeling frustrated with myself. I was convinced that studying something art related was an impossible task to do. I knew I wouldn’t have the guts to do it.

Took me ten years to stand up in front of my family and tell them how unhappy I was –with suicidal attempts, depression and anxiety issues. It wasn’t easy at all. I wasted part of my early twenties in a career I hate. I didn’t hate it because I was bad at it. Actually I was considered relatively good. I’ve been always good at writing and I actually love it. But journalism isn’t just about being a good writer. It's, as in any career, about passion. I didn’t feel that passion, I got used to it but I was incomplete. I wanted to express myself. I realized I wanted to be a photographer then. –This is another story I’ll write about here. However, after a couple of years after I discovered that I was in love with art. Not only with one field. No, I can’t tell I just do one of those. That’s why I decided to study graphic design because it includes and develops many of the areas I love. I still have no techniques but this time I’m learning. My drawing has improved. I invite you to take a look in my Instagram gallery to see the process. I’m still a beginner, but I, finally, started the life I was too scared to life. I’m so lucky I have the support of a few friends, my boyfriend and my family –the ones I'm still convincing with hard work, day by day. However, I hope they will feel proud of me one day. Proud of who I'm working to become.

My only recommendation in this life is to always listen to your heart. Never believe you aren’t good for something, if you feel passion for it, you will learn and educate your talent. It’s about hard work, passion and talent, don’t be scared, I might not know you, but I support you. Good luck in the rest of your life. Live it the way you want it because it’s yours and no one else’s. 
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lunes, 26 de diciembre de 2016

The beginning

After some months, I've finally decided to open a new blog. -In case you didn't know, I have two other blogs dedicated to other topics.- So this time I want to write about my school life as a graphic design student. I finally found my way in life and I want to share some of the techniques and tips I'll learn. 

So be prepare for the massive spam I'll make during this days while I upload all the works I've done in my first semester. 

Wish me luck in this new adventure. -crossing fingers-
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