Book 60: Dragon Ball by Akira Toriyama

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I’m going to devote this entry to the entire series. You see, for about two weeks now I have been rereading and rereading the manga that I am becoming so obsessed with it and so attached to the characters that I must write something. This must be how those die-hard Harry Potter fans feel.

First of all, you kids who think DBZ is stupid: Dragon Ball is the Naruto/Inuyasha/One Piece of my generation. So if you like one of those series (or maybe all of them), take that. Dragon Ball also has influenced many of the popular shonen manga today – indirectly or otherwise. I did think for a while that the anime was stupid (because the manga always rocks), but lately I’ve been wanting to see some of the filler episodes. It drives me crazy not knowing what officially happens during the several periods of years that the manga never covers.

Rereading Dragon Ball brings back so many memories. It sort of feels like listening to the music you used to listen as a child. In fact, since I never really listened to music until I was in high school, so comic books are like the substitute for childhood music for me. It started in third grade when my oldest brother finally bought the first ten volumes of Dragon Ball despite my mother’s threat to disown him if he dared wasting money on comic books (really?). The series ended two years later. I remember losing interest because I thought the artwork and the translation were getting sloppy. (Now that I’ve read the U.S. version, I definitely know that the translation was REALLY bad.) Regardless, I spent the next few years rereading every single volume until I memorized literally every line. I was surprised two weeks ago when I found out I actually still remember a good chunk of the dialogues.

As a kid I couldn’t really put things in perspective though. Dragon Ball to me was just another fighting manga. The good guys fight, the villains either die or become good, and everyone lives happily ever after. All I knew was the Z fighters super strong and even if you put all of today’s superheroes together they still couldn’t win against Goku, Gohan, and Vegeta. These days, I’m taking a different approach toward the characters.

Let’s see. It all started with 12-year-old Goku meeting 16-year-old Bulma. Kamesennin, Ulon, Yamcha, Puar, Chichi, and Kuririn also came to the scene in the first four volumes. The series started out as a gag manga, but somewhere along the way it evolved into a more serious manga. The characters that were created merely to entertain were abandoned as the fighters became more developed. Eventually even Yamcha and Chaoz slided down the ladder.

In the beginning, Goku was a kid. Then he grew up and got married sometime between volume 16 and volume 17 at the age of 19. He had Gohan when he was 20. Gohan was 4 years old during the Vegeta saga, almost 5 during the Freeza saga, and 9 during the Cell Saga. I guess it felt like he was supposed to be older because it used to take so long before the bookstore released the newest volume. Hard to believe that events in Dragon Ball often happen within a short time frame – as in a few days.

But in spite of that, all the characters still grew up so fast. I couldn’t make sense of it when Gohan suddenly transformed from someone younger than me to someone older than me. It felt even worse toward the end of the manga when everyone was 10 years older. Gohan is now 26, which makes Goku 46, which makes Bulma 50. In actuality they shouldn’t look the old, but that’s besides the point. Not that there’s any point to all this rambling.

In any case, it feels weird watching someone turns from a child to a grown man. Is this how parents feel? One moment Gohan is just a good-hearted little kid, and the next moment he’s a dorky teenager who wants to look cool (and fails miserably – much to my embarrassment). Haha, he might be the epitome of Asian nerds today actually.

It still feels unreal. So long ago yet it feels just like yesterday. Time is relative indeed.

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Book 58: How Life Begins by Christopher Vaughn (1996)

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After The Face, this book is only appropriate. It almost reads like a sequel even though it was written by a different author. Let’s just say what I didn’t learn by reading The Face, I learned by reading How Life Begins. The little groove thingy between your mouth and your nose, for example (i.e., part of your face). I now know it is called philtrum and it has absolutely no use whatsoever. It was formed so you could have a mouth and a nose, but other than that, useless.

This book is divided into nine chapters – one chapter for each month of pregnancy. The author also attaches pictures to give us some idea how big a fetus is at that point. It’s exciting. For the most part I already knew everything that’s in the book, but something struck me like it never did:

If the sexuality of a baby is affected by the hormones of the mother in the womb, then it isn’t so much as “God created some people gay” as it is “You’re gay because your mother messed up during her pregnancy.” Not that I’m into the whole God or homosexuality discussion. At all.

This book does nothing to change my other belief regarding abortion. My Catholic upbringing must have influenced me to an extent, but even after I gave up on Jesus I still believe – pardon, I meant I still KNOW – that a fetus is a human at the earliest stage of life. I will draw a line right at the implantation stage. Before that occurs, you’re not killing anyone. After that, yes you are. Not that I’m against abortion personally. No offense, but if you get pregnant out of stupidity I really don’t want to have your offspring running around in addition to you yourself.

Book 57: The Face by Daniel McNeill

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I picked up this book because I wanted to learn everything about face I hadn’t picked up myself in the many, many years I’ve seen faces. As it turns out, it covers a lot more than just faces. There’s history, psychology, and even philosophy, and I couldn’t stop reading this book once I started. I’ll definitely pick up some more books by the same author.

Book 56: Shadowmancer by G. P. Taylor (2003)

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Ah, this is the kind of fantasy books I’d want to read again sometime in the future. I could care less about the religious aspect and whatnot – a good fantasy book is a good fantasy book. People need to shut up and stop criticizing fantasy books because they promote Christianity or atheism (as in the case with Philip Pullman’s Dark Trilogy) already. Don’t want your kids to be brainwashed? Don’t let them read anything.

I guess those British people must have an advantage when it comes to fantasy writing. The U.S. just makes a terrible setting for a fantasy story. Must be why I’m rarely impressed with a fantasy book written by an American writer (e.g., Rick Riordan).

Book 41: Core Concepts in Health 10th ed by Paul M. Insel and Walton T. Roth (2006)

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I like textbooks. I remember reading the textbook we used for my health class in high school and thinking, “I’m going to read this whole thing when I have the time.” Though I did have a lot of spare time (with a diet consisting of three anime episodes per day), I just wasn’t that dedicated. I ended up reading only the chapters I had to know for quizzes and homework and stuff like that. I got a solid A in that class, by the way.

This textbook reminds me of the days before I tried cigarettes, alcohol, and drugs. I used to think, “OMG, what are we learning this for? Of course we’ll never do it; it’s just stupid.” I agree now that it’s stupid, but I also understand now why people do stupid things. Mainly because they’re stupid. Sometimes younger kids do have more common sense than young adults who are supposedly more mature and educated.

Haha, good times.

Book 39: A Short History of Christianity by Stephen Tomkins (2005)

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This is the best history book I’ve ever read. It covers literally (almost) everything about Christianity – in a considerably thin book. I have of course read countless times about Martin Luther and the Reformation, but most of those writers are a bit sketchy on everything else. Either that or I kept being an inattentive reader during the exact same periods. This book, though, made me aware of who did what when how in Christianity. My life is complete now.

Oh, and a random fact: Hitler was inspired by none other than Nietzsche. Take that, you vegetarians.

Will definitely read this book again in the future. I’m reserving other thoughts for my other (private) blog.

Book 35: The Book of General Ignorance by John Lloyd and John Mitchinson (2006)

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 Hello, people. I’m back.

We will start today with one of the best books I have ever read. It is as informative as it is well written. It corrects several myths that have persisted and informs us on facts that we would never have bothered to look up on our own. Among other things, I learned that that we have at least nine senses, there are at least fourteen states of matter (as opposed to just solid, liquid, and gas), and Alexander Fleming wasn’t the one who discovered penicillin. A particularly memorable phrase is the authors’ description of the Oompa Loompa as “multicolored futuristic punks with Mohawks hairdos.” I’ll certainly remember that for a long, long time.

All in all, a very nice book. A quick read and I was sorry I finished it so fast.