I feel so liberated every time chapter is out and frustrations are vented. But then for the rest of the week I feel the "consequences" of following this manga slowly build up inside me. By the time Wednesday rolls in my heart revs up, sweating intensifies, mmy shaky hands boot up the "PC" and my bloodshot eyes focus on finding Keng/a/n on the catalogue. I "enter" and take my position waiting for "the party". And I think to myself
>"We" have "arrived"