christmas eveyou put down the phone and mentally pat yourself on the backfor not breaking downand you close your eyes tight and try not to cry(still you see his face, oh so vividly)in your mind you see him boarding that wretched silver bird that willtake him away from youforever (forever is such a long time)to a place with no rain nor snowand the only storms are those made of sandand you see him plain as daylooking down the black ocean filled with regrets and bitternessof spending so much time with each other(still, it is never enough)and minute after minute he flies farther awayand second after second he slowly forgets your voice thatcalmed him many a sleepless nightsand he sees the horizonand dreams of men and womenin long, flowing robesand you let the first tear fallthe minute he steps on foreign soil(still, you know he is not coming back)
Friday, November 26, 2010
christmas eve (a not-really-a-christmas poem)
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
barkada emo moments part iv - joyce
Ako, I don't believe in happy endings, kasi endings are always sad. I know the saying "every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end," but that just makes it worse. I mean, granted, beginnings can be something to look forward to. Beginnings are scary, but can be worth it. But endings...they just make me sad. There's nothing happy about separation, whether by death, or a third party, or physical migration, or just the fading of love/intimacy/friendship.I'd rather live the story than anticipate the end. I'd rather be happy while living my story, than wait for the inevitable "happy" ending that will never come.I used to believe in happy endings, when I was still "idealistic," if that's even the correct word for it. But yes, I'm jaded, calloused, broken now. I have so many ragged edges and I don't know how in the world I'll be able to smooth them out again. But I think it's better this way--that I'm realistic, logical, level-headed.Sorry rin, pero it's a defense mechanism. It's human nature to want to preserve yourself. I'm being human. And don't tell me I'm being unfair. I've given so much before, and it almost destroyed me.I'm not saying I don't want to love anymore. Hell, I miss being in a relationship. I just want to make sure I do things correctly this time. I get sad, sometimes I get impatient, I get restless. But I'm not giving up, not yet. I may not believe in happy endings, but I sure as hell believe in stories lived happily.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
bibliophiles, unite! (lit out loud: a literary festival)
Thursday, November 18, 2010
barkada emo moments part iii - gel
Sorry.I believe in happy endings. :)I don't see the point of struggling with living if at the end, I won't be able to say I'm happy. Hmm... Di lang isang moment sa buhay natin ang happy ending (rough trans: Our life doesn't have only one moment for its happy ending). It's a collection of all of our experiences. If marriage is already a happy ending, then wag na lang ako magpakasal (trans: I'd rather not marry). Kasi what comes after that? I like to think that marriage is just one path to having a happy ending.Being in a relationship might lead you to your happy ending, and then it might not. Not being in a relationship might also lead you to your happy ending, and then again it might not. So what if it doesn't? Then don't let things end for you there. Stand up. And try again. :DNabasted na ako so many times (trans: I've been rejected so many times), I don't even want to count. Had my heart broken in so many ways by people I've been in a relationship with. But it doesn't stop me from trying to find my happy ending. So keep on struggling. Life is hard. Life is unfair. If life had a face, I would punch it. I would punch life in the face and say screw you! :PWe make our own happy endings.
barkada emo moments part ii - ivan
Nabusted ako so many times bago ako natuto manligaw. (trans: I've been rejected so many times before I learned how to properly court a girl.)In High School, I averaged courting 2 girls per year...
I graduated single - never been kissed - :)
(nagka gf naman ako pero sa chat lang) trans: I had a girlfriend, but only via chat.
OY! ToTOO un ah... we truly loved each other back then... di nga lang kame nagkita :) (trans: It's true! We truly loved each other back then... we just haven't met face-to-face.)
During Ateneo College, may niligawan ako sa Miriam... (trans: During Ateneo college, I courted someone from Miriam)
M.U. na kame nun (trans: We became M.U. [Mutual Understanding or Mag-Un?])
pero disaster din un... (trans: But it ended in disaster)
naikwento ko ata sa inyo un e... (trans: I think I've told you about this already)
During La Salle College...
natuto nako :) (trans: I learned)
niligawan ko ung pinaka maganda nung school (trans: I courted the prettiest girl in school)
nakuha ko cya in 3 weeks (trans: I got her in 3 weeks' time)
(at di nya ako type nung una) trans: And she didn't even like to at first.
Ang moral ay... (trans: Moral of the story is)
Magbasa ka ng Tagalog Romance at Sexy Komiks... (trains: Read Tagalog Romance and Sexy Comics)
Bwahahahaha
Stand up Joyce and move on
kung kinakailangan... (trans: If needed)
Aakayin ka namin patayo - That's What are Friends are for - (theme song playing) (trans: We'll help you stand up)
Madaming lalaki dyan... wag ka lang mapili (trans: There are a lot of guys out there...don't be choosy)
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
barkada emo moments part i - gia
Emo mode :'(My (ex)crush is living a cliche fairy tale, and I'm still afraid to open my door to other people.Damn you ex(boyfriend) for ruining my concept of a happy ending.:'(
joshene.happy endings are BS.the fact that you don't believe in it is a blessing not a curse. believing in happy endings is the curse. because that unlucky person would dream of having a perfect life after marriage (we all know...that is impossible) ... and realize too late that relationships aren't like that at all. (by that time.. that person will be caught in a messy relationship)fairy tales end in weddings because thats how far happy endings will last.don't fret.i always believe that everyone and everything has its own time and cycle.when you are ready to love again, you will feel it. (hopefully asap)that guy was stupid... and is such a weakling.. he doesn't deserve the distinction of being the reason you stopped believing in having a future with someone special.maawa ka sakin. i plan to marry after you... pag di ka mag-asawa, lagot magiging matandang dalaga ako. (trans: have pity on me. i plan to marry after you... if you don't get married, i'll end up as an old maid.)gia
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
a missing piece's story
Music: Pilgrim's Theme by Bukas Palad
The Missing Piece Meets to Big OBy Shel SilversteinThe missing piece sat alone...waiting for someoneto come alongand take it somewhere.Some fit...but could not roll.Others could rollbut did not fit.One didn't know a thing about fitting.And another didn't know a thing about anything.One was too delicate.Pop!One put it on a pedestal...and left it there.Some had too many pieces missing.Some had too many pieces, period.It learned to hide from the hungry ones.More came.Some looked too closely.Others rolled right by without noticing.Hi?It tried to make itselfmore attractive...it didn't help.It tried being flashy...but that just frightened awaythe shy ones.At last, one came alongthat fit just right.(roll...)But all of a sudden...the missing piece began to grow!And grow!"I didn't knowyou were goingto grow.""I didn't know either,"said the missing piece."I'm lookin' formy missin' piece,one that won'tincrease..."Ciao...Oh...And then one day...one came along who looked different."What do you want of me?"asked the missing piece."Nothing.""What do you need from me?""Nothing.""Who are you?"asked the missing piece."I'm the Big O,"said the Big O."I think you are the oneI have been waiting for,"said the missing piece."Maybe I am your missing piece.""But I am not missing a piece,"said the Big O."There is no place you would fit.""That is too bad," said the missing piece."I was hoping that perhapsI could roll with you...""You cannot roll with me,"said the Big O,"but perhaps you can roll by yourself.""By myself?A missing piece cannotroll by itself.""Have you even tried?"asked the Big O."But I have sharp corners,"said the missing piece."I am not shaped for rolling.""Corners wear off,"said the Big O,"and shapes change.Anyhow, I must say goodbye.Perhaps we will meet again..."And away it rolled.The missing piece was alone again.For a long timeit just sat there.Then...slowly...it lifted itself up on one end...Plop!Then lift...pull...flop...and flopped over.It began to move forward...And soon its edges began to wear off...Liftpullflopliftpullflop...And its shape began to change...And then it was bumping instead of flopping...And then it was bouncing instead of bumping...And then it was rolling instead of bouncing...And it didn't know whereand it didn't care.It was rolling!(roll...)
of closing cycles and shutting doors
Closing Cyclesby Paolo CoelhoOne always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through.
Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters.
Whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave the past the moments of life that have finished. Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents' house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden?
You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. You can tell yourself you won't take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that.
But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister. Everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.
None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. What has passed will not return: we cannot forever be children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or rancor towards our parents, lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back.
Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away. That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home. Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to taketheir place.
Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated,your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.
Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the ideal moment. Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person. Nothing is irreplaceable. A habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.
Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust. Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
'tis the season to be generous...so gimme some books!
please remove #4 from the list ... for obvious (bday) reasons :))
Thursday, November 11, 2010
walkers or zombies or whatchamacallit
24 hours to live
I discovered Ikigami by accident. Now that I think about it, it’s all Takashi Tsukamoto’s fault (you’ll remember him as the computer-savvy Shinji Mimura in the film Battle Royale, the only rival of Hiroki Sugimura in my heart from that show) [I re-blogged about him a few days ago. And well, Shogo Kawada lives forever in my heart now as well, but he can never match up to the love I feel for Hiroki and Shinji]. I was looking at his biography in Wikipedia and going over the movies he had been in, and when I randomly clicked on a movie title, I discovered that Ikigami not only casted TakaC (Takashi’s nickname), but Liar Game’s Shota Matsuda as well. Throw in an interesting story concept to the mix, and it was a done deal. I wouldn’t have been able to resist even if I wanted to. Next thing I know, I was searching for the movie via the Internet, and then streaming it from a site that hosted Bloody Monday and Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge as well (which I will write about sooner or later) [I haven’t written about either series, but yeah, who knows?].
Translated as “Death Paper” in English, Ikigami gives a feeling of George Orwell’s 1984, Tom Rob Smith’s Child 44 and the movie Equilibrium (starring Christian Bale), but whose characters ended up with a more depressing fate. The concept is interesting enough, and here I copy/paste the plot synopsis from Wikipedia because I’m too lazy to use my own words:
A place, somewhere, that bears a strong resemblance in history and environment to Japan. Its return to prosperity after defeat in war is due to a certain law, a pillar of the state. This is the Special Law for the Maintenance of National Prosperity. 24 hours before this capsule is to bring about death, an official of the Ministry of Health and Welfare brings a letter announcing impending death, an ikigami. Those who receive this ikigami letter have 24 hours of absolute freedom to do anything and everything they want. Kengo Fujimoto has made his way through university and taken a job with the Ministry. His work now is delivering these ikigami letters.
Shota manages to pull off a decent Kengo Fujimoto, although it was hard for me not to think of him as the genius Shinichi Akiyama from Liar Game. His transition from being a confused Ikigami delivery guy to a person who clearly disagrees with the law but cannot voice out his opinion freely in fear of being accused of committing a thought crime is pretty believable. The performances of other characters was more or less okay, some better than the others. I think I was too smitten by TakaC’s hotness to pay too much attention to his acting, but I think he portrayed Hidekazu Morio’s character pretty well. One that probably stands out is Riko Narumi’s portrayal of the blind Sakura Izuka, whose brother Satoshi was given the Ikigami that allowed her the cornea transplant that she needed to see again.
My biggest problem with the movie is that it barely leaves any hope for the viewer at the end of two hours. Of course there were hints of a rebellion igniting sometime soon, but it wasn’t given much attention, other than the snippets of flashbacks from the second story and the mysterious mention of “until that time comes” by Fujimoto’s mentor.
Then there was the issue of over-cheesiness in some parts, particularly the second part, which I liked the least. TakaC’s story was more or less melodramatic too, but it was saved by his sheer hotness (bah, I’m biased, bite me) and Yuta Kanai’s beautiful rendition of “Signpost.” Still, the thought of TakaC crying himself to pieces while he watches his best friend die on National TV was depressing (and a little disturbing), to say the least. The third part, “Satoshi and Sakura’s story,“ was less subtle in its drama, and probably the best of the three arcs.
Still, Ikigami was, overall, an interesting film that will make the viewer realize quite a number of things. A friend of mine said that reading Ikigami made him value life even more. To quote his own words, “For someone who would rather throw his life away –Ikigami beats the sense of life back into me.” The movie is depressing as hell, so depressing that I had to watch Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge afterwards just to avoid getting nightmares, but the sense of helplessness it delivers comes with the nagging question about how a person should value a life, whether his own or someone else’s.
And now here comes the question one might want to ponder on after watching the movie or reading the manga: If you knew you only had one day to live, how would you spend your last 24 hours on earth? Would you spend it with the people you love? Would you use that time to get back at the people who made your life miserable? Or would you do that thing you love to do the most, knowing that you’ll never be able to do it again?
Ikigami: The Ultimate Limit shows three answers to this question. Hopefully, you can find your own answer too.
Monday, November 8, 2010
could you kill your best friend?
From the back cover:
Koushun Takami's notorious high-octane thriller is based on an irresistible premise: a class of junior high school students is taken to a deserted island where, as part of a ruthless authoritarian program, they are provided with weapons and forced to kill one another until only one survivor is left standing.
Criticized as violent exploitation when first published in Japan, where it then proceeded to become a runaway bestseller, Battle Royale is Lord of the Flies for the 21st century, a potent allegory of what it means to be young and (barely) alive in a dog-eat-dog world.
From mangafox.com:
In the future, random Jr. High School classes are chosen to compete in a game called Battle Royale. The rules: only one student can survive after 3 days on an island or else they all perish. Weapons are handed out and each student is sent out into the field alone and unprepared for the horror that awaits them. The classmates turn upon themselves in a battle for survival, treaties are made and broken, and former friends become foes as the relentless countdown continues. Amid the betrayals and rising body count, two classmates confess their love for each other and swear to survive this deadly game together.
(A note: Shuya did not confess her love for Noriko during the game, at least not explicitly. To be fair, I'm certain that he did not harbor any feelings for her prior to the game either, and if he had any sort of romantic inclination for anyone in the class, it would be with Yukie Utsumi [refer to quote at the bottom of the page]).
Basically, it's the ancestor of international bestseller The Hunger Games trilogy. Yey. (Speaking of Hunger Games, anyone read the trilogy and thought that Mockingjay disappoints REALLY bad? I did. Heck, I still do.)
Warning: spoiler alert for those who have not seen or read Battle Royale yet. (And if you haven't, then what the heck are you waiting for?)
For some weird reason, I've been obsessed over Battle Royale for close to six months now (more like a year now, actually). I've seen the movie in YouTube a few years back and immediately recognized Chiaki Kuriyama (Go Go Yubari in Kill Bill) in the cast. She played Takako Chigusa, the track sprinter who killed her classmate by stabbing him in the nuts (oh the horrible mental images) after he threatened to rape her (and accidentally wounded her pretty face). Then I found out that she was one of two girls Hiroki Sugimura were looking for, and I fell in love with their characters there and then (I still think the scene where Hiroki found the dying Takako is one of the best and most heart-wrenching scenes in the movie). Of course, it helped that I found the actor playing Hiroki (Sousuke Takaoka) uber hot (in every sense of the word). (My obsession for Sousuke has not ended, not in the least. I searched high and low for the series Rookies [and the movie, afterwards] because of him. He is also the main reason why I spent hours downloading Blue Spring, and streamed Crows Zero.)
And then two years ago, I tried searching for an online copy of the manga version, and lo and behold, found one in mangafox.com. I was hooked; I finished ten volumes in roughly a week's time (I know, I scare myself sometimes). For weeks after that all I could think of was how kick-ass Takako was, and how sweet and tragic her relationship with Hiroki was (yeah yeah, Hiroki didn't like her that way, he liked Kayoko instead, but it is my strong belief that if their pretty asses weren't dragged off to that island, he would have eventually seen the light of day, or at least, Takako would have made sure he did).
And then I accidentally found a copy of the novel during last year's Manila International Book Fair in SMEX. I almost squealed out loud (or I think I did, but I hope no one heard me) when I saw the book. Not even thinking twice, I purchased the copy (along with four other books, making me bankrupt for the rest of September), excited to finally read the original version and maybe understand better my weird fascination for the gore and kinky that is Battle Royale.
Oh, was I hooked.
If someone would ask me what my favorite version is, I'd answer "the novel" in two seconds flat. Oh, the movie was okay (lots of eye candy, i.e., Chiaki Kuriyama, Takashi Tsukamoto [girlnumber13, a co-BR fangirl, claimed ownership over him already, so...]) but because of time constraints, it wasn't able to really flesh out the students' characteristics and personalities (maybe except for Shuya, Noriko and Shogo, and I don't even like the first two, okay, so maybe I like Shuya a tinsy, winsy bit, but Noriko just about destroyed him for me [Shuya is growing on me recently, but it's mostly Jenipunch's, another co-BR fangirl, fault). The manga was better, and the drawings helped a lot in depicting the emotions and thoughts going on in each student's head. But then there's that annoying volume focusing on Hiroki and Kayoko, and I wanted to throw the laptop against the wall when I read it (bite me, I hate that pair). That, and I've proven that Noriko is the most annoying female character a seinen manga could ever produce (not that I read a lot of those anyway).
So it's only understandable why I love the novel the most. The narrative style usually works best for me anyway. And Koushun Takami (yes, he's the author) succeeded in writing the story in a not-so-melodramatic way, well, compared to the manga. He was able to describe most of the characters (save for two or three who died too early in the game) just enough for the readers to get an idea who they were prior to the game, and maybe let them understand a little bit their reasons for playing or not playing.
Now I want to say a little something about my top 3 favorite characters in Battle Royale, which are as follows:
1. Takako Chigusa. Oh, I already knew she kicked ass ever since I saw her chase Kazushi Niida with her weapon. Then she totally did a whacked job out of him in the manga. The novel version was something else though (words fail me right now, so you will just have to read the chapter for yourself). But more than her fight scene with Kazushi (and her death scene with Hiroki), I think I loved her pre-death interaction with Mitsuko Souma the most. I could retell the whole scene, but I think quoting from the book would be better.
"Say," Mitsuko said. "You never went out of your way to impress me."
Still unable to tell what Mitsuko's intentions were, Takako stared at her. (The two most beautiful girls in Shiroiwa Junior High were staring at each other. Nice jewelry and a boy's corpse. Oh, you're so pretty.) <--- This will always be one of my most favorite lines in the novel's entirety
*jumps a few paragraphs about Takako's flashback about her crush in school (no, not Hiroki)*
"I was always a little envious," Mitsuko continued. "You were so pretty, and you were a better girl than me."
Takako listened quietly. She immediately realized there was something wrong. Why was Mitsuko referring to her in the past tense?
"But," Mitsuko's eyes twinkled playfully. Now she was back to the present tense. "I really like girls like you. Maybe I'm a bit of a dyke. So it's..."
*jumps a few more paragraphs about Mitsuko shooting and Takako running a respectable sprint for the track star that she was, despite the injuries in her right leg*
Mitsuko put down the gun and said, "It's too bad."
This has got to be one of my favorite parts in the entire novel. Two pretty girls pitted against each other in a game of survival, with only one of them emerging victorious. Unfortunately, Mitsuko, with her automatic pistol, won the round. Still, I admire Takako for not giving up until the last second, even when Mitsuko showered her back with bullets. She endured for another half an hour, just to be able to see Hiroki one last time.
And now I am going to quote my all-time favorite part in the novel (and the manga, and the movie too):
She felt like she could say one more thing.
"You have to survive, Hiroki."
Dear God, can I have one more word?
Takako looked into Hiroki's eyes and grinned.
"You've become quite a stud."
Hiroki said, "And you're the most stylin' girl in the world."
Takako smiled faintly. She wanted to thank him, but she was out of breath. She just stared at Hiroki's eyes. She was grateful. At least she wasn't going to die alone. The last person to stay with her ended up being Hiroki. And she was grateful. She really was.
Kahoru, thanks, I heard you.
Takako Chigusa remained in this position as she died approximately two minutes later. Her eyes remained open. Hiroki Sugimura held her limp, lifeless body and wept.
Even after all this time, this scene, whether it be from the novel, the manga or the movie, never fails to tug otherwise unused strings in my heart.
2. Hiroki Sugimura. Yes, yes. He doesn't love Takako that way. Who cares? I still love him, and I most likely will for years to come. And not just because of Takako, but she sure as hell plays a big enough role in it. It's his shy, boyish nature that made him endearing, in a way. He is so open about his concern about his other classmates, especially about the two girls he cared for deeply. And yes, he cared for them equally. It says so in the novel. So die haters, die.
When I think about it, Hiroki's fate is one of the worst in the manga. He spent his entire time on the island looking for Takako and Kayoko Kotohiki, and he found them both, but he couldn't save either girl. Takako died in his arms because he couldn't get to her fast enough to save her from Mitsuko, and Kayoko, well, depending on which version you saw/read, she either shot him because she thought he was going to kill her, or he watched as Kiriyama shot her in the head while he lay there, helpless to protect her. Two girls he loved equally, and he couldn't protect either. It was probably one of the worst tragedies in the entire story, and I'm not even romantic by nature.
I just have to show one of my favorite panels in the entire manga. Like Takako's death scene, this panel never fails to bring tears to my eyes.
Okay, so Manga Hiroki is not really visually appealing. But he was more endearing there, so it's all good. I will just continue to pretend that Manga Hiroki does not exist physically, and it's the Movie Hiroki that matters the most.
3. Shinji Mimura. The Third Man. A Harry Sue of epic proportions, and probably overrated, but I still love him with all my little heart can take. The smartass hacker, basketball ace and playboy who almost beat the game, had not one kickass Kazuo Kiriyama gunned him to death first. He had a plan to escape the island, and unlike his other classmates who either tried to kill each other off or hide in the bushes in fear of death, he actually did something he thought was worthwhile with his remaining hours.
His humor, wit and charm, not to mention street-smarts, won me over the first time I read the manga. I didn't notice him too much the first time I watched the movie (Takashi Tsukamoto played the part) because I was so busy ogling Sousuke Takaoka, but damn, he is one hot Japanese actor. Ehem, anyway.
Shinji's death was painful for me, so painful that even when the novel closed the Second Part with his demise, I still couldn't take my eyes off the page, and kept reading and rereading the last line over and over again in the vain hope that it will change:
And so the boy known as The Third Man, Shinji Mimura, was now dead.
It was stated so matter-of-factly, as if it was as normal as the changing weather or my sister wearing laundry clips in her hair (inside joke, sorry, couldn't resist). "Shinji Mimura was now dead." And it took me a whole day before I could go back to reading the novel again, because his death just about ended everything for me. Thank God for Hiroki and Shogo Kawada.
Then there were the hints of a one-sided love in the making. It was never mentioned explicitly in the manga or novel, but girlnumber 13 and I firmly believe that Shinji had a crush, or had at least noticed, Takako Chigusa before the game even started. He had considered her pretty, even calling her the prettiest girl in the class, according to his tastes, when most of their other classmates consider Mitsuko as the prettiest. He even went out of his way to call her a Grade-A babe in the manga, just to tease Hiroki about his silly crush on Kayoko. But then again, this is the fangirl in me talking. Mind it not, because I can talk about it for hours.
Other characters I liked were Shogo Kawada (the bad boy aura just about did it for me), Yukie Utsumi, and Hirono Shimizu. And maybe cute, clueless Yuichiro Takiguchi. But really, I'm just spouting names here. You need to read the novel or manga to have an idea who these people are. The movie just glazed over Yuichiro, but gave Yukie and Hirono just enough screen time for you to remember them. And well, Shogo is on a different level. You'll just have to see for yourselves.
A word of caution though. The movie is all about gore, so expect ketchup-based blood spurting everywhere. The manga is R-18, so be prepared to see naked Mitsuko every few chapters. The novel? You will just have to use your imagination on that one.
* Hints of ShuyaxYukie in the novel:
1. ...at the time [Shuya]'d said to Yoshitoki, "Then there's Utsumi, who's on the volleyball team. She's pretty cool. That's my type. You know, real outgoing."
2. He thought, how impressive, Representative. You'll be a wonderful wife someday, no, a wonderful woman. No, you might in fact be a wonderful woman now. I've actually thought that for a while.
3. Did that mean that...she also thought there was something special about them ever since that time at the elementary school gym?
4. She wasn't breathing anymore. "Ahh," Shuya cried. He reached out his uninjured right hand to her peaceful face. He felt tears welling up for the first time ever since the game began. Was it because they'd just talked minutes ago? Or was it because of what she'd said: "I just wouldn't know what to do if you died...Do you understand what I'm saying? Do you?"