"you can make a flower bloom, you can admire it...
...but you can't tell that flower 'I want you to understand me'."

WELCOME... TO MY DOMAIN.

hello! i am gojo... just another anime man on the internet.

✧ this website is my virtual corner, my own little square where i get to share everything that i think about and am passionate for. do view with care.

✦ main interests : virtual reality, 3D modelling and rendering, DJing, music production, literally anything to do with music and creative expression as that is what myself and my friends talk about and involve ourselves in.

✧ if you would like to contact me, please either email me ([email protected]) or leave a note in my guestbook! i will get to you as soon as i can - i promise.

gojo is... feeling empty
...and wishing for it all to end.

hello! i am gojo... just another anime man on the internet.

✧ this website is my virtual corner, my own little square where i get to share everything that i think about and am passionate for. do view with care.

✦ main interests : virtual reality, 3D modelling and rendering, DJing, music production, literally anything to do with music and creative expression as that is what myself and my friends talk about and involve ourselves in.

✧ if you would like to contact me, please either email me ([email protected]) or leave a note in my guestbook! i will get to you as soon as i can - i promise.

gojo is... feeling empty
...and wishing for it all to end.

[ N O T I C E : what's new? ]

✧ ... and then there was silence - and little light, short pieces in 'other writing'

✦ new vrblog post 'enchanting visuals and light experiences' - rambling about some of the events i've been to recently

✧ and a new blog post! 'thinking of the me from before' - reminiscing...

MUTANT EXOTIC! MUTANT EXOTIC! EVERYTHING I DO IS A LITTLE BIT DEMONIC!!!

"what the ---- is an anime man?"
c'mon now, it shouldn't be that hard to figure out.

CAUTION: THIS IS A WEBSITE OF A MASSIVELY GAY GUY.

I miss eating kway teow. I think about my grandmother and the quiet moments we would share in her apartment a lot. When I used to live near her, I would go out to the pier and stare out into the ocean and up into the sky. I'd look at where the ocean and the sky would meet, and I would be there until the sun hid under the curtain of night. I think about my grandfather and I wonder if he would be proud of me. There's times where I'm out and about and I know I'm not wandering alone, that something hangs close to my soul and spirit. I ignore it on the outside. Sometimes I forget to look up. When I look up, it's a great reminder of how small I am compared to everything. Eventually I'll die, everyone that knew me would die too, and everything about me would cease to exist. Except maybe this writing, maybe this this webpage, and maybe everything you can find within its pages. I'll be ready.