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Vocals: Miku and Gakupo

romaji lyrics:

aikakete tooku kuchizuke o kawasou

aikakete tooku mitsu asobi hajimeyou

aikakete tooku kimi no oto kikasete

ame ga ima mo yamanai

anata ga okuru no o ima demo machi tsuzukete

tsukuri ageta kako no REPLICA

ima doko ni iru no HYSTERIC na koe ni hirogaru kabe no ana miken no yakei ni hikareteku

namida (namida) nagasu (nagasu) kokoro (kokoro) yureru (yureru)

gomen (gomen) kiku wa (kiku yo) kimi no (kimi no) koe o (oto o)

aikakete tooku kuchizuke o kawasou

aikakete tooku mitsu asobi hajimeyou

aikakete tooku kimi no oto kikasete

ame ga ima mo yamanai


Please inform me if there any mistakes! If you’d like to view the lyrics color-coded according to whether Miku or Gakupo is singing, click here.

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It’s a pretty famous musical, and I have a video tape of the film version; I watched when I was very young, but I don’t remember what it was about. The only thing I do remember is two of the songs: My Favorite Things and Do-Re-Mi.

I’ve only got the basic tunes in my head, I don’t know the lyrics by heart. But it’s easy to find them on the Internet. If you weren’t sure which songs I’m referring to, maybe seeing the lyrics would help…

My Favorite Things

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things

When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad

Do-Re-Mi (this is just part of the song)

Doe, a deer, a female deer
Ray, a drop of golden sun
Me, a name I call myself
Far, a long, long way to run
Sew, a needle pulling thread
La, a note to follow Sew
Tea, a drink with jam and bread

But anyways, I don’t intend to be talking about the musical for this entire post. I’ve been wondering lately about how exactly a person would judge a song. Is it the lyrics or the sound that determines how “good” it is?

In one of my classes, Writing for Publication (it’s basically a class preparing you for journalism), we listened to some songs by the singer Adele, because we were practicing writing reviews. The first song we listened to was Crazy For You. Both the song and lyrics are pretty clichéd. I don’t mean to single out Adele, since there are many songs and many singers who don’t have creative lyrics, but it still irks me if the lyrics are unoriginal.

I suppose that could be part of the reason why I listen to mostly Japanese music. If I don’t understand what they’re saying, I’m not able to insult the lyrics, so I’ll only concentrate on the sound. That doesn’t really work anymore, though, since I do understand some words here and there, and eventually I might be able to understand what they’re saying…

Maybe sometimes it’s best that I don’t know. I recently listened to Spice!, which is a song for Len Kagamine (a Vocaloid; don’t want to make this post too long, so look it up if you want to know what Vocaloids are). I thought it was a pretty good song, and today I was searching it up on Youtube. I clicked on a video and it said that it was flagged as being inappropriate for some users. It really surprised me. I hadn’t noticed anything inappropriate about it.

I did a bit of poking around, looked at the English translation of the lyrics, and saw some other videos of the song, and was pretty creeped out. I don’t think I’ll ever see Len the same way again (he’s promiscuous! Ugh!). And talk about a weird coincidence, because in French class, we just listened to a song about a guy who was cheating on his wife. I had quite enough of songs about polygamy.

Sorry for going on so long, but I just want to mention that there is one thing about Len Kagamine that I’m looking forward to, and that is the Append. I’ve heard that Len is getting an append (it’s like an update/addition to the voice…I’m not good at describing it), called Append Cold. Click here for a sample. (Amazing had 8,000 views already after only one day…) Even though I don’t have any Vocaloid software, I do want to hear more of Len’s Append.

Anyways, here’s a fanart of Len’s song, Spice!. (It’s not drawn by me. XD)

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I came up with the title of this post based on the lyrics of one of the songs in the anime ROD the TV (ROD stands for Read or Die). Although the song is in Japanese, I believe part of the lyrics mean “nostalgic wind”.

On one particular day, I was on the second floor of one of the various buildings we have on my high school campus. If there’s one good thing about this campus, it’s probably having a second floor. Sure, it’s a hassle to get to a classroom on the second floor (and even worse if you happen to have a locker up there – unless you have classes near to the locker), but it does provide a nice view. It’s a good place to people-watch. No one suspects that they are actually being observed from the top. (And I noticed for the first time that there are just a few flowers in the square area around a tree. I never really saw it before because I’ve usually been thinking about something else, or someone has been sitting there, blocking my view of the flowers.)

It was a pleasant day. The sky was blue, even if there weren’t any impressive clouds around (I remember last year I was always staring up at the clouds when I ran during PE. A part of me got angry because I didn’t have my camera around and would miss good photo opportunities, but another part of me was just glad to see something beautiful). There had been a breeze blowing. I stood by the railing and looked out at the elementary school that is next to my high school. Even if that wasn’t the elementary school I attended, it still brought back a wave of longing for the old days. It’s hard to remember what it was like to play on the playground every day and still feel like it wasn’t enough time; and I try to remember what it was like to actually have SSR, Silent Sustained Reading, every day.

And pen pals, that was something we only had in elementary school… Just the other day, I read the story “Correspondence”, about a girl named Henrietta “Henky” Evans who writes letters to a boy in South America. (He never responds, though.) I was thinking that it would be nice to have a pen pal. My mom doesn’t understand what’s so great about writing snail mail. She thinks it’s a waste of time and money (for stamps) to write to people who live nearby. But even that’s kind of nice. It’s exciting getting a letter in the mail from a friend.

I wonder why we never spent a really long time in school sending letters to our pen pals. We would maybe send a letter, get a reply, and maybe send one more, maybe not. It seems like we never really kept up the correspondence for long. (And since I was young and ignorant at the time, as well as not knowing where my pen pals lived, I had to rely on the school to get my letter to my pen pal.) I really think there ought to be a program of sending letters to a pen pal for older students, like what there was in “Correspondence”, not just the occasional time where you have to do it in elementary school. It would give me a little something to look forward to. And I might meet a wonderful friend.

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That’s actually part of some song lyrics. That’s only because I really couldn’t think of a title today. While I was at school I had plenty of ideas for what to write in my blog post but once I went home, the ideas just flew right out of my head. I don’t know, maybe it’s just change of atmosphere or short term memory, like Dory from Finding Nemo, if you’ve seen that animated movie.

I should talk about something from the post title, so I will. We used to read a book called Weighty Words in language arts class. (We haven’t gotten to read it for a very long time, though; only just today did my teacher resume) Each letter of the alphabet has an interesting word. A story is written about it and is not obvious until the end of the story. I find this is a good way to teach people instead of memorizing vocabulary lists, which tends to make the students’ minds degenerate. Or something. (My father used to teach, many, many, years ago. It was math, but I think he might still get what I’m saying.)

Much earlier in the year, we read a story about the letter E. An ant used to be famous for his speed. He ran a lot to get food. But later he discovered a more convenient food source, so he got lazy and stopped running around all the time. They called him an ex-speedy ant (like ex-husband, if you have been divorced), which led to the word, expedient. There’s even a website called expedia.com, I think. Anyhow, expedient doesn’t necessarily mean you are lazy, it just means if you have a harder way and an easy way, you’d take the easy way. So I’d like you all to call me expedient instead of lazy. XD

On to actual news. I have received my school yearbook for this year. They are not cheap, so I hope it is worth it this year. I’m glad the cover looks better. Some people thought the fake stain type things looked disgusting but I would say it’s a big improvement from last year. The cover then was just blank white with some words. Not exactly something you want to look at, like the Mona Lisa by Leonardo da Vinci. Oh yeah, have you heard this rumor? I heard that if you stare at the Mona Lisa long enough, it seems like she blinks, winks, smiles, or looks at you. I heard this effect was achieved by da Vinci himself painting many layers on top of each other with oil paint, causing it to look like the painting can move when it really can’t. That’s really cool. I wonder if I could try it sometime. Maybe this summer…

…Since this summer I am signing up for summer classes, as always. My mom believes summer must be occupied with something since she doesn’t believe in resting on your laurels. Oh, I should explain what that phrase means. In the past, laurels were an honor since you got them for an achievement, Roman senators used to wear crowns of laurels. Someone who is resting on their laurels is satisfied with what they have achieved. Which is kind of true for me, I suppose. I think I’ve come a long way personally. Nowadays someone who rests on their laurels is considered lazy. (I’d call myself expedient, but it’s not suitable for this occasion.)

This year I have signed up for Japanese class and painting studio. I have decided not to take any real academic classes, since I think the purpose of summer vacation is to be what the name is – a vacation from the stress of homework and tests, and social mores of school. (Sometimes I confuse myself.) I really like artsy things, though I have to say I don’t like how art teachers are so picky and critique every little thing. But I guess that’s their job, so I should zip my mouth closed. Japanese is just a language that I find pretty to say. I would learn something else but they only offer so many languages there… I wanted some of my friends to come too, but they have different circumstances. Some of them are going somewhere (well, I am going to Australia, but one of my friends is going to Taiwan and Europe) and others have family matters (I believe there is resent about the Japanese invasion of Korea in the past century) and yet others don’t even take classes during the summer. I have heard it is boring to stay at home during the summer but I seriously want to try it for once! I haven’t done that since I was younger, I always was shuffled off to day camps and academic daycares/summer school like a toy nobody wanted.

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