The Spirit of Ibuki

taxidermy has got to be the most fun thing EVER.

Mon, 01 Dec 2008 21:30:11 GMT

But I will admit, it's very hard for me to eat meat of any kind after taxidermizing (sic) creatures. Today I worked on a mouse, and right after I was finished, Rocco took me to McDonald's. I'm afraid to say that my Chicken Selects were less than appetizing.

happy hawlidays!

Tue, 25 Nov 2008 22:20:35 GMT

Classes are over for break, and I'm off to drive with the family to Poughkeepsie, Pittsburgh, and DC. Have a lovely Thanksgiving, dear readers, and here's hoping you don't have to do as much traveling over the next 5 days as I do! :)

YOU THERE!

Mon, 24 Nov 2008 00:15:30 GMT

Come see my butoh performance! And some other people doing music and stuff!
Montserrat College of Art, room 202, December 4th, 7:30pm!
Free admission!
Also free food!

If you don't know what butoh is, look it up on youtube. It's amazing. Greg, you'd especially like it...I don't know if you know about it already.

"Still Waters" --Jim White

Mon, 17 Nov 2008 21:01:56 GMT

Well I was shacked up down in Mobile with a girl from New York City.
She woke me up one night to tell me that we weren't alone:
She said she saw the ghost of a woman staring at me.
I told her not to worry, but in the morning when I woke up, she was gone.

So I headed down to Florida, where I tangled with some sailors,
And as I lay bloody on the wharf, I cursed the ship they sailed on.
Wouldn't you know, twenty-four hours later that ship sank into the ocean,
Disappearing like an unwanted memory beneath the waves...

I was woken up just before dawn by an old man crying in the rain.
He was drunk and he was lonely, and as he passed by, he sang a hymn.
And as I lay there listening, I almost joined him in that song,
But instead, I just held my peace and waited 'til that old man moved along.

Later on that day, about a quarter-mile out of town,
I found his body hanging in a grove of pines, swaying in the wind.
And as he swung, that rope sang another hymn to Jesus...
This time, though I don't know why, I felt inclined to sing along.

There are projects for the dead, and there are projects for the living...
Though I must confess, sometimes I get confused by that distinction.
I just throw myself into the arms of that which would betray me,
I guess to see how far Providence will stoop down just to save me.

And it's all because still waters run 'round deep in me.
I've got this crazy way...crazy way I'm swimming in still waters...

...

It's a very haunting ballad. Creepy wind sounds and everything. I've had it playing in my head for a few months now.

It's a nice and relaxing song to listen to right now. It's crunch time before Thanksgiving break, so all of my teachers are piling on the work. I spent 14 hours this weekend working on an illustration.

Ooh! Speaking of which, maybe I'll post it. Hmm...

Step 1: pencil sketch

Step 2: start adding values

Step 3: continue adding values all the way around the body

Step 4: finish values on girl and djinni

Step 5: pencil in background (very simple in this illustration; no perspective or anything)

Step 6: add flat base tone to background

Step 7: pick out darkest darks in background

Step 8: render all of the books

Step 9: a few final touches, and it's finished!

Perhaps sometime I'll get around to scanning it in so you can see all of the painstakingly-placed details!

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I hope you are all having a lovely day!

loa bless us, we've got some blasphemers around these parts.

Wed, 12 Nov 2008 15:05:14 GMT

Look at this.

Disney is FINALLY making an African-American princess. RACIAL EQUALITY HUZZAH!

And it's set in New Orleans during the 1920s. JAZZ MUSIC HUZZAH!

And it's based on "The Frog Prince." AMPHIBIAN FAIRY TALES HUZZAH!

And the bad guy is a Voodoo practitioner. VOODOO HU--wait, wait! That's not cool.

I love that Disney is making this film, but I wish people could stop portraying voodoo as an "evil" religion. Yes, it was used as a scare tactic by the slaves. Yes, it was exaggerated to get the slave-owners nervous (and creeped out of their minds). But that was a long time ago. People keep on propelling the notion that voodoo has all of these inextricable connections to evil and the Devil. But it's not. It's a religion based on music, for crying out loud. And its music heavily influenced the sound of New Orleans jazz and swing. If Disney tries to make voodoo a purely evil tradition, they will have forever lost a good deal of my respect.

It would be about as blasphemous as them making a movie calling a devout Christian an evil person. Nobody would stand for that. Granted, they got away with it a little bit in "The Hunchback of Notre Dame." But still...

Watch yo' back, Disney! Lest us eeeeevil neo-hoodoo lovers put chicken feet under your collective bed. :P

(I know most of my readers are Christian/Catholic; please don't be offended by my defense of Voodoo. It's a nice little religion.)

it has been a long long day. i didn't even get to see any taxidermy.

Sun, 09 Nov 2008 00:55:05 GMT

Today I went to BOSTON!

Which meant driving the car to the station, taking the blue line to the red line to the silver line, going to the ICA, being AMAZED (look up sculptor Tara Donovan to see what I mean), arguing with Rocco, taking the silver line to the red line, arguing with Rocco some more, crying, startling pigeons, getting lost somewhere around the Government Center, making up with Rocco, eating huge salads, finding our way again, taking the red line to the green line, going to the MFA, spending hours looking for Impressionist art, finding it, spending too much time at the bookstore, walking far longer than necessary to get to the Isabella Stewart Gardner museum, finding it closed, apologizing profusely for being mean to each other, taking the green line to the red line to the blue line, getting in the familiar car, making an emergency trip to the pet store to snuggle with bunnies, eventually getting home, and THEN...

...then...

...doing homework.

It's been an eventful day! Rocco and I have discovered that we are both the sort of people who get uptight when they travel. It's truly horrendous. But salads make everything better...salads and bunny snuggles.

Why oh why am I taking so many classes? I'd love to go straight to bed after a long day of adventuring. But no, I always have to squeeze in an extra class. It's not going to be any better next semester, with allllll of those classes. I suppose I like being overloaded with work...it makes me work all the harder. But it's a bittersweet love. It's very hard to take a break when you need it. <:(

But on the bright side--there are no Tuesday classes! Thanks, veterans! :)

i am a CRAZY person looking for CRAZY bones.

Sat, 08 Nov 2008 02:21:21 GMT

I am a CRAZY person.

Why did I decide to do a reductive woodblock print with roughly twelve layers of colour?

Because I am a CRAZY person, that's why.

Oh and I'm looking for bones of any sort, if you happen to have any. If you want to get rid of them, I'll keep them, otherwise I'll make casts of them and give them back to you. Whaddya say? You have any bones?

I WOKE UP AT FIVE-THIRTY THIS MORNING TO GET REGISTERED.

Mon, 03 Nov 2008 14:01:12 GMT

PRELIMINARY COURSE SCHEDULE, MS. IBUKI NO KAMI, SPRING 2009:

Art History II. Augenbraum, 3 credits.
Illustration II. Hoffman, 3 credits.
Sculpture II. Uchida, 3 credits.
Kinetics, Robotics, and the Interactive Environment. Hazen, 3 credits.
Fabrication Methods in Wood. Durrett, 1 credit.
Fabrication Methods in Metal. Durrett, 1 credit.
WAIT LISTED: Comics and Sequential Art. Quinones, 3 credits.
WAIT LISTED: Self and Society. Arnold, 3 credits.

At least, 14 credits. At most, twenty. Probably, seventeen. Perfect.

SO PSYCHED for next semester! Look at all of that sculpture and illustration. And I was NOT expecting to get into Robotics. It's going to be fantastic. :)

I love Montserrat.

and now for a quote.

Sat, 01 Nov 2008 01:49:16 GMT

"The religion of the future will be a cosmic religion. It should transcend personal God and avoid dogma and theology. Covering both the natural and the spiritual, it should be based on a religious sense arising from the experience of all things natural and spiritual as a meaningful unity. Buddhism answers this description. If there is any religion that could cope with modern scientific needs it would be Buddhism."
-Albert Einstein

Thanks for your elocution, Albert. This is precisely how I think.

happy halloween!

Sat, 01 Nov 2008 00:52:36 GMT

Apparently, back home in Nashua, my father has been opening the door and exclaiming things like "Merry Christmas!" and "Happy 4th of July!" to the neighborhood youngsters. It's making my mom laugh. :) To quote her email:

"The kids were like...waahhh????"

So cute. Not many trick-or-treaters in Rocco's neighborhood...it's very quiet here. But I can hear them now and then. :)

...

A grand total of TWO students showed up for Printmaking class this morning, so I got much more time on the printing press than I'd expected. The result: I'm sleepy. But my reductive woodblock prints are looking GREAT.

Rocco just came down to the photo lab to deliver a flower he picked for me.

Mon, 27 Oct 2008 21:53:24 GMT

It's a white daisy. :) Awwwwww...

it's mostly pictures of projects i've been doing, really.

Sun, 26 Oct 2008 23:52:58 GMT

I should probably do a HUGE update pretty soon with photos of recent happenings.

Such as art.

And...er, more art.

(Too bad I don't have a life outside of that right now, or else I'd give you all lots of interesting things to read.)

And now I suppose I should get back to the research paper on Taro Okamoto that I'm doing for my sculpture class.

to quote lolcats all over the world: "WANT WANT WANT"

Fri, 24 Oct 2008 02:19:13 GMT

For my birthday/Christmas, all I want is books, art supplies, maybe some Amazon gift cards, and TICKETS TO SEE PHILIP GLASS. AT DARTMOUTH COLLEGE. SATURDAY APRIL 18TH AT 8 O'CLOCK PM. FOR THIRTY-FIVE DOLLARS.

Some college students like tickets for popular artists' concerts as their holiday presents. Lil Jon, Rihanna, Brittany Spears, the Backstreet Boys, and whoever the hell else kids listen to these days (are the Backstreet Boys outdated yet?).

Me? I just want to listen to my music idol playing chamber music at a college right in my home state.

Click for info about the show. Just please, PLEASE don't buy all the tickets so I can't get any.

I think I would probably frame the program and put it on my wall. This is how important Philip Glass is to me.

...

EDIT: Make that two tickets. Rocco wants to go, too. Glass is known, to us, as "Phil-Wizard." It has to happen.

...

EDIT: Seventy-something dollars later, it is happening. May I faint with excitement now? :)

my illustration teacher asked me who my influences are.

Wed, 08 Oct 2008 16:31:10 GMT

For the moment, I'm somewhere between Alphonse Mucha, Elizabeth McGrath, Taro Okamoto, Chelsea Sams, and Cai Guo-Xiang, sculpture-wise. My illustrations take after those of McGrath, Sams, and Edward Gorey.

Might I mention that Chelsea Sams is an incredibly talented illustrator/sculptor/fine artist who recently graduated from Montserrat. I'm all sorts of proud to know her. She's got a crazy work ethic, and an impeccable sense of subtlety. I look up to her. I highly recommend you go to chelsea-sams.com and look at her work. And buy it. Seriously, I would be her patron if I had money to spare right now.

And she's making me a special customized notebook. I know it's going to be amazing.

Oh and when you're done drooling over Sams, go to elizabethmcgrath.com for the kind of stuff that I aspire to master. I was quite surprised to stumble upon her work, which is startlingly similar to the pieces I've been working on recently. Of course, mine aren't nearly as stylized and polished, and I don't have such a vast quantity of work (she has a veritable army of sculptures alone). But McGrath incorporates illustration, painting, and taxidermy into her sculptures, three things I've been doing since since spring. I'm 1% disappointed that someone else has been doing it better and for longer than me, and 99% inspired to kick my ass into gear.

why you should read wondermark.

Thu, 02 Oct 2008 22:02:36 GMT

Thanks, Wondermark, for providing us with wonderful new memes. Click here for the original comic.

For those of you who don't read Wondermark, do it. Do it now. Read them all. It'll put you in a tizzy of witty banter.

Wondermark. An Illustrated Jocularity.

Tue, 30 Sep 2008 23:48:15 GMT

It's been a while! I sort of forgot about livejournal over the summer, I suppose. School has been keeping me wildly busy.

But I have LOTS of photos from the summer to post. Plus ridiculous amounts of photos of recent art pieces and current works-in-progress. :)

and now for a poem.

Sun, 30 Mar 2008 16:52:58 GMT

Railroad Bill, A Conjure Man A Hoodoo Suite
by Ishmael Reed

Railroad Bill, a conjure man
Could change hisself to a tree
He could change hisself to a
Lake, a ram, he could be
What he wanted to be

When a man-hunt came he became
An old slave shoutng boss
He went thataway. A toothless
Old slave standing next to a
Hog that laughed as they
Galloped away.
Would laugh as they galloped
Away

Railroad Bill was a conjure man
He could change hisself to a bird
He could change hisself to a brook
A hill he could be what he wanted
To be

One time old Bill changed hisself
To a dog and led a pack on his
Trail. He led the hounds around
And around. And laughed a-wagging
His tail. And laughed
A-wagging his tail

Morris Slater was from Escambia
County, he went to town a-toting
A rifle. When he left that
Day he was bounty.
Morris Slater was Railroad Bill
Morris Slater was Railroad Bill

Railroad Bill was an electrical
Man he could change hisself into
Watts. He could up his voltage
Whenever he pleased
He could, you bet he could
He could, you bet he could

Now look here boy hand over that
Gun, hand over it now not later
I needs my gun said Morris Slater
The man who was Railroad Bill
I'll shoot you dead you SOB
let me be whatever I please
The policemen persisted he just
Wouldn't listen and was buried the
Following eve. Was buried the
Following eve. Many dignitaries
Lots of speech-making.

Railroad Bill was a hunting man
Never had no trouble fetching game
He hid in the forest for those
Few years and lived like a natural
King. Whenever old Bill would
Need a new coat he'd send out his
Friend the Panther. When Bill got
Tired of living off plants the
Farmers would give him some hens.
In swine-killing time the leavings of
Slaughter. They'd give Bill the
Leavings of slaughter. When he
needed love their fine Corinas
They'd lend old Bill their daughters

Railroad Bill was a conjure man he
Could change hisself to a song. He
Could change hisself to some blues
Some reds he could be what he wanted
To be

E. S. McMillan said he'd get old
Bill or turn in his silver car
Bill told the Sheriff you best
Leave me be he said the outlaw from
Tombigbee. Leave me be warned
Bill in 1893

Down in Yellowhammer land
By the humming Chattahoochee
Where the cajun banjo pickers
Strum. In Keego, Volina, and
Astoreth they sing the song of
How come

Bill killed McMillan but wasn't
Willin rather reason than shoot
A villain. Rather reason than
Shoot McMillan

"Railroad Bill was the worst old coon
Killed McMillan by the light of the
Moon
Was looking for Railroad Bill
Was looking for Railroad Bill"

Railroad Bill was a gris-gris man
He could change hisself to a mask
A Ziba, a Zulu
A Zambia mask. A Zaramo
Doll as well
One with a necklace on it
A Zaramo doll made of wood

I'm bad, I'm bad said Leonard
McGowin. He'll be in Hell and dead he
Said in 1896
Shot old Bill at Tidmore's store
This was near Atmore that Bill was
Killed in 1896.
He was buying candy for some children
Procuring sweets for the farmers' kids

Leonard McGowin and R. C. John as
Cowardly as they come. Sneaked up
On Bill while he wasn't lookin.
Ambushed old Railroad Bill
Ambushed the conjure man. Shot him
In the back. Blew his head off.

Well, lawmen came from miles around
All smiles the lawmen came
They'd finally got rid of
Railroad Bill who could be what
He wanted to be

Wasn't so the old folks claimed
From their shacks in the Wawbeek
Wood. That aint our Bill in that
old coffin, that aint our man
You killed. Our Bill is in the
Dogwood flower and in the grain
We eat
See that livestock grazing there
That Bull is Railroad Bill
The mean one over there near the
Fence, that one is Railroad Bill

Now Hollywood they's doing old
Bill they hired a teacher from
Yale. To treat and script and
Strip old Bill, this classics
Professor from Yale.
He'll take old Bill the conjure
Man and give him a-na-ly-sis. He'll
Put old Bill on a leather couch
And find out why he did it.
Why he stole the caboose and
Avoided nooses why Bill raised so
Much sand.

He'll say Bill had a complex
He'll say it was all due to Bill's
Mother. He'll be playing the
Dozens on Bill, this
Professor from Yale

They'll make old Bill a neurotic
Case these tycoons of the silver
Screen. They'll take their cue
From the teacher of Yale they
Gave the pile of green
A bicycle-riding dude from Yale
Who set Bill for the screen
Who set Bill for the screen

They'll shoot Bill zoom Bill and
Pan old Bill until he looks plain
Sick. Just like they did old Nat
The fox and tried to do Malik
Just like they did Jack Johnson
Just like they did Jack Johnson

But it won't work what these hacks
Will do, these manicured hacks from
Malibu cause the people will see
That aint our Bill but a haint of
The silver screen. A disembodied
Wish of a Yalie's dream

Our Bill is where the camellia
Grows and by the waterfalls. He's
Sleeping in a hundred trees and in
A hundred skies. That cumulus
That just went by that's Bill's
Old smiling face. He's having a joke
On Hollywood
He's on the varmint's case.

Railroad Bill was a wizard. And
His final trick was tame. Wasn't
Nothing to become some celluloid
And do in all the frames.

And how did he manage technology
And how did Bill get so modern?
He changed hisself to a production
Assistant and went to work with
The scissors.
While nobody looked he scissored
Old Bill he used the scissors.

Railroad Bill was a conjure man
He could change hisself to the end.
He could outwit the chase and throw
Off the scent he didn't care what
They sent. He didn't give a damn what
They sent.
Railroad Bill was a conjure man
Railroad Bill was a star he could change
Hisself to the sun, the moon
Railroad Bill was free
Railroad Bill was free

a message to everyone who has ever had their heart broken: you're not alone.

Mon, 24 Mar 2008 04:44:07 GMT

I've been waiting for ibuki to come upon me, and I think it might come soon. I felt a hint of it when I visited my grandmother (Ama) in Washington DC a few days ago.

Which was lovely, by the way! I got to see Andrew sing on his Cantata tour, I hung out with my incredible aunt Caroline and her boyfriend Richard, I got to see Ama AND Grandma and Grandpa (a rare occurrence, these three meeting!), and of course I spent lots of time in Ama's bamboo garden.

Since my last post, I've had art in three exhibits: three pieces in the Mini Opus show at the Bear Gallery, five pieces in the Best Drawings of the Freshman Class show in the Hardie building, and one piece--my wire gecko--in the Sculpture Across Currents show at the 301 Gallery. It's incredibly satisfying to see my hard work received well. I'll post photos of the exhibits soon!

I've been completely immersed in my art ever since the term got into full swing. I love this.

Another recent event: I performed with the First Class Zaps at the Mighty Throwdown on the 14th. We didn't win, but it was a lot of fun. I hope to do more singing soon--I've found that I enjoy singing in front of an audience! Who knew?

On Friday I got a call from Corey. His family was decorating Easter eggs like they do every year, and he wanted me to come along. I agreed, and he picked me up at my apartment within the hour. It was my first time seeing him since November.

Now, for those of you who don't know, Corey and I were engaged from July to November of this past year. We ended on a bad note.

But we didn't really talk about it. Well, we decorated eggs, I hung out at his house for a bit, met his friend Patrick, chilled with Leah, did acro in the living room, pretty much same as I always had done. A little bit later, the three of us (Corey, Patrick, and I) drove to Boston to eat at Fire and Ice with a bunch of Syracuse friends. It was quite awkward at first, since I didn't know anyone, but Corey was good about introducing me to people. By the end, I was getting along with people quite well. But it was too late to take the train back to Beverly, and that's a long drive when you're tired, so I just stayed with Corey.

We talked until (drum roll please) 6 o'clock in the morning. We had a lot to get off our chests. There was a lot of crying involved and a marginal amount of hugging. It was a good talk, but man:

I SOMETIMES THINK I HAVE GOOD LUCK WITH BOYFRIENDS, BUT IN RETROSPECT, I REALLY DON'T.

Out of my five years being an active member of the dating scene, I have been cheated on by two guys and physically/mentally abused by two others. I have no problem saying that on the internet. These things happen to far too many women (and far too many men, I suppose). The world is full of needy, greedy, seedy people, and girls like me get stomped on all too easily. It's not like I haven't broken a few hearts myself...I regret to say that I have rejected some great guys. But really, I'm so frustrated with my ability to get myself romantically involved with the wrong people. I'm not saying that all of the men I've dated have been awful. Far from it, in fact. It's just that things tend to go bad, and I wish I could prevent that. Maybe I just wish I were a better girlfriend, so they wouldn't feel the need to cheat on or abuse me. Or become gay (even if it was coming all along, it just makes me feel awful). And it makes me wish that I didn't still care about them so much after the fact.

Well, I can't just look over the good times. I've had some pretty wonderful adventures with boyfriends. I could write a book on Tim alone, and he was just the beginning.

Thank goodness Shane is so patient with me. I come with a good deal of baggage, but he's been amazing at supporting me and even helping me discard some of that weight. We know how to get along quite smoothly. I know bad things happen on their own, but I hope that we can get through them without any serious trauma.

What a rant. Goodness gracious. Normally I wouldn't publicize feelings like this, but I know many people who need to hear that others experience this kind of pain too.

Speaking of which, an idea for an illustration hit me the other day. It basically sums up my experience with dating boys in a sad but humorous way. Perhaps I shall draw it and post it here sometime.

It's odd how my (very few) relationships with girls ended on good notes. No drama, no nothing. But I'm not particularly attracted to women anymore...been there, done that experimentation, ready to fit society's image of normalcy again.

Go figure.

Anyways, coming up soon: on Friday I have my first runway gig in the "real world" (as opposed to Andover's fashion scene). Props to Harper at SEAMS for her show-stopping pieces! I'll try to get ahold of some photos to post after the show so you all can see.

Also, props to Ze Papap Spuk for bringing me an Easter feast today and helping me cook it! We had a very enjoyable meal, followed by a pleasant walk on the beach, during which we investigated some weird-looking rocks and speculated on the nature of clams.

So I guess I owe you all some pictures soon...I'd best get to it!

Much love,
Ibukinokami

P.S. I hope you had a happy easter!

and now, some fun with words!

Mon, 03 Mar 2008 17:03:10 GMT

shane says that i "have a good grasp of vocabulary."

Mon, 03 Mar 2008 02:52:06 GMT

It's not time to explain ibuki yet...

So recently I got a job modeling for Harper D-P at her shop which, conveniently, is located directly below my apartment. Well, she recommended me to another designer, so now I'm modeling for both of them...goodness, who knows how many designers I'm going to end up modeling for?

Anyways, I'm modeling four or five of her pieces in a show in Boston at the end of the month. Yesterday I she fitted me, so I got to try the clothes on for the first time. All of the dresses are fantastic, and I wish I could keep them all, but there's one that is simply incredible. I call it "The Showstopper." I cannot describe it in words...nothing would do it justice. It is the most amazing thing I've ever had the good fortune to wear. After the show, I'll post some photos. It's just...beautiful.

Also coming up: my band, the First Class Zaps, is performing at the Mighty Throwdown on the 14th. Be there or be an equiangular rhombus.

And now for a poem. I wrote it tonight as part of my homework for English class tomorrow.

Membranes
Rebecca Yankes

a puddle of expired strychnine
we imbibe like amphibians
black beetles linger
eternities pass at the speed of time
and nothing

vertebra by vertebra
we curl into a purposeless spiral
and the wind would agree
if it were still blowing
a ring is dropped

a stag materializes
as if by mistake
the blankets reach out
black to blue to yellow
and solace

dressed in our crispest swaddling clothes
we retreat
the myometrium is beckoning
fingers sift the light
we are home

surrounded by stillness
a breath is liberated
our bodies enveloped in silky fibers
the opulence of our hearts
hush

The assignment was to write a poem in Dada style that conveys a transition of mood. I'll let you decide what the before/after moods are. :)

And now it is time to arrange some sticks in a thoughtful, sculptural manner. Until next time!

a fresh start

Thu, 21 Feb 2008 07:29:48 GMT

I am Ibukinokami, and I am the reincarnate of Ashura11, a name many of you surely recognize. Why did I not just pick up Ashura11's blog where I left off? Because I have had that blog since 2002, my good friends, and that is enough time for one little site.

Since I left Livejournal, I have experimented with other sites...Xanga, Blogspot, even a little bit of Facebook blogging. But it's not the same as Livejournal. There's something about the community here that I couldn't find elsewhere. So I'm back.

Ibuki no Kami means "Spirit of Ibuki." Ibuki is complicated. It's an emotion we don't have a word for in English. Sometime soon I shall tell you what it means.

In the next few days, I'm going to seek out some of the friends I had as Ashura11. I hope Livejournal hasn't changed so much since my disappearance that they've mostly vanished.

This blog will be full of my thoughts, ideas, musings, frustrations, questions, complaints, little joys. I'll be sure to make a point whenever I feel ibuki. I have a feeling it will come quite soon. :)

Let the fun begin!