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Beck | Mongolian Chop Squad Revisited

October 13th 2009 in Feeling Emo

Because I had diarrhea the magnitude of which approximates Ondoy’s proportions, I did not go to the office yesterday. I am still fit to take a cab and go to the business district but there are few advantages to staying home and riding the storm out. The toilet is closer for one, and I don’t have to wear anything from the waist below which significantly lessens the preparation time when I had to do number 2 again.

Because I had to stay very still so as not to shake up the fragility of my innards, I figured I might as well sit still in front of the computer. I was doing a lot of internet FM surfing when I remembered the anime Beck and how it really left a lasting impression on me. Having rekindled my love affair with manga, I checked if the anime version of MCS is the same as its manga version. What can I say, I’m bored and sitting very still.

I let out a little yell when I noted that the manga version of MCS has a continuation from where the anime version ended. I was looking at 72 chapters of unread material. I was in diarrhea heaven.

Although the written or drawn version is so much more blander than the moving version, I was still overjoyed at the thought of finding out how the MCS story unravels. Never mind that I couldnt here them singing, never mind that I couldn’t see them move around, the manga is still a compelling read. It was as if I only watched the anime a few days back. All the memories, pleasant and otherwise, came flooding back in. I got carried away by the band’s passion and their belief in their art. Something that I think we all could learn from.

I finished the whole 72 chapters in 15 hours and suddenly after the last page has been read, I felt as if a piece of my heart died knowing that Beck has finally ended and the guys that I admire will no longer have any more adventures or gigs or romances.

Everything stopped in Chapter 102 and blast it I really hoped there would be more. Perhaps an encore or something.


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