Viitorul suna pisi

Primul meu pisoi se va numi Picadilly, pentru a putea fi alintat Pika, desigur.


Pisoiul nr. 2 se va numi Suspendare.


That is all, my minions. Back to work, now, please. Chop-chop!



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Listening to: KuroFai AMV soundtrack (Caleb Kane - Once)

Demo, Shiro-chan, doshite?!

Mmmmyeah.


This is my last exam session, and I'm sitting in the side-lines watching the lemming gloriously screw up. Argh... I knew all those trips I took in April and May would cost me. Even as I was traipsing across Europe I bloody knew there would be a price to pay for that. But to pay through this is a bit too much.

Fuck fuck fuck fuckiddy fuck. If only I'd started working on my thesis earlier, like I'd originally planned. Damn procrastination, stupid anime, and downright moronic lemming.

*goes off to drown herself in the tub*


Oh yeah - panacea: Gothika - Fata Morgana Android and Angel's Trumpet.

Bleach Talkshow part 2

Din ciclul: TP at work with time on his hands.

Boo: why don't the arrancar just kill titieshime so she won't bloody HEAL and REVIVE everyone
lmg: =))
Boo: slike, mkay, so we'll destroy half the city while throwing our heroes (*snigger*) around and then bouncy-titties comes along and casts rank 10 greater heal on the party and whoosh! They're all back
lmg: ummm.. you do realize how important boobhime is to the plot, right? /:)
Boo: mda.....she's the person they paid so that the anime has more episodes....cuz otherwise jumate din ei mureau in sereitei si la cealalta jumate le dadea grimjaw o flegma si mureau
lmg: i mean, if she didn't have this sort of motherfucking ability which blows your mind with potency (and bouncy titties) you would have had /no/ heroes for the last 100-something chapters!
lmg: :)) there you have it

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Boo: slike
Boo: the mangaka and his aides
Boo: all smoking pot in a lounge....and titi kubo ala goes like
Boo: check this shit out! ok ok so we'll have this chick, who is not a shinigami but has a bankai that allows her tits to defy gravity.....aaaaaaand.....she can heal stuff......
*other fellow* but titi, our heroes die....
*titi* ok, so she can.....erm.....REVIVE the pricks! yeah that's it....
*other fellow 2* what, she casts the spell?
*titi* nononono! *takes a smoke* slike, she has these FAERIES!!!!!! yes, like the ones I'm seeing now......FAERIEIS with gay names and fucked out costumes
Boo: and THEY revive the shit

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[on the Espada assembly when Ichigo-tachi penetrate Hueco Mundo]:
Boo: ENEMIES AT TEH GATEZ0RS!!!!!!! But first, tea!

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Boo: yep, the gang has split up in las nochas.....*all the spanish, I can already see ricky martin or whatever his name is singing in the background*

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[on ishida's fight with the female numero that TP aptly named "Miss Butterfly with PMS"]

Boo: just by looking at you I could tell that the reiatsu in your feathers vibrates at 1100,000-1130,000 times per minutes
Boo: hai sa moara ma-ta!



Boo: vai
Boo: deci nu pot sa exprim cat de lame a fost bataia asta
Boo: aia se rupe in figuri acolo cu blades, furry wings, flying, looking hot
Boo: si vine quincy
Boo: isi aranjeaza ochelarii
Boo: scrie o teza de doctorat in reiatsu si vibratiile ei
Boo: si trage o sageata (dupa 10 pagini de explicatii inutile cum ca el de fapt are o sabie care nu numai blocheaza reiatsu dar si suge reiatsu si de fapt, stii tu, sabia aia e o sageata si acu o sa folosesc un lame remark) si wtfpwn
Boo: slike that ITEM is teh imba relic of da lost quincies
Boo: and urahara just happened to have it

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[on Chad’s second arm:]

Boo: I can already see it
Boo: *tite cubo brings more pot, cuz he used it all up when designing orihime*
Lmg: :))
Boo: T: mkay, so.....damn this shit is good......ok, so we'll make these bastards who existed since before aizan, but then aizen made them too, and they're like imba
Boo: Crew: *looks disbelieving* mhm
Boo: T: mkay, so they're so imba, they beat up flower-power toushirou and generally mop up everyone in gotei13
Boo: Crew:mhm
Boo: Crew: erm, but then the bad guy will win
Boo: T: oh.....right....hey who else have we got in this anime?
Lmg: :))
Boo: Crew: well we got these humans who beat up everything so far anyway
Boo: T: mhm....right....well these guys are imba anyway....so let's see.....we'll make DaVinci be imba with numbers and wtfpwn everyone with his maths skill and then we'll sell him to AXN to star in NYPD: Criminal Minds
Boo: T: and then we have the ugly guy who looks african but in fact he's japanese who's gotta have these imba arms with corny names like EL Diablo, El Mariachi and whatnot

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Boo: now I'm trying to find something funny to say about San Armadillo fellow who's fighting sado
Boo: I'll just wait until he loses, because it doesn't matter that he was an ESPADA, mr it-is-a-good-day-to-cross-the-river-kun will probably mop up the floor with him because he has his ABUELO'S COCK imprinted on his shield and that absorbs everything and his other arm is the devil's own right hand which pwns stuff (do they even have the devil in this anime?)
lmg: ))))))))) nope
Boo: yep, it's going there
lmg: my, baby, you're being clarvoyant
Boo: Sado has just used the legendary mythical attack of the ancient gods : LA MUERTE!!!!!!! (subtely called death)
Boo: look here! see, even tities caught on
lmg: )))))))))
Boo: it says overpowered right there!


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Boo: amagad
lmg: wha?
Boo: noitra appeared
Boo: you can see the endless amount of mockery that's going to ensue just by looking at this
Boo: http://www.onemanga.com/Bleach/261/16/

The horse

Of course, this is the first year when I can finally go to Artmania. Of course, I had the highest of high hopes when rumours of Leaves' Eyes started circulating. Of course, I really was willing to give Tiamat a chance. Of course, nothing will budge me from my convictional ramparts, that Lacrimosa suck cock ever so languidly, but I was willing to put up with even that. Of bloody bloody course that this year's line-up leaves (*snigger* did you get it? tihii, I crack myself up! *epicly epic fail*) me completely un-interested.

But bloody of course. Hello, horsey!




Final ARTMANIA line-up:

Friday 18 July, 2008

Frozen Dusk (RO)
Sincarnate (RO)
Bucium (RO)
Agua de Annique (NL)
Tiamat (SWE)
Lacrimosa(GER)

Saturday 19 July, 2008

Nexus (RO)
Avatar (RO)
Negura Bunget (RO)
Leaves’ Eyes (NOR)
Atrocity (GER)
Gamma Ray(GER)

TP talkshow: About Bleach

Note: this conversation took place on Yim while I was futilely trying to study for my French exam (can't be buggered) and TP was reading the Bleach manga online (first half of the Arrancar Arc). Therefore, for all of you who have not gotten there, but desire to, one day, the following copy-pasted conversation may contain spoilers.

Boo: ilforte grantz!?!?!!?! what, did the manga team fall into the pool of lameness when they named the arrancar?

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Boo: grimjaw jagajaga :))

(for those who do not know / did not get it, go here)

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lmg: ce-mi place de tine cu bliciul
lmg: fangirls cry
lmg: emo fans of emo-spada-sama se taie cu lama
lmg: fanboys urmaresc luptele cu sufletelul la gurita
lmg: tu te razi ca pugalu, no matter what is happening to the heroes
Boo: I'm sorry
lmg: why?!
Boo: but the heroes are fighting people named jagajaga, il fortoso, grande poola etc. and they are having the floors/roofs/side buildings/sideways mopped with them
Boo: you can't NOT laugh

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Boo: I shall now release my zampaktouhdodufgh! Skewer them Red Bull! Il fortoso turns into a tauren warrior and proceeds to snort at them whilst looking like a huge white pinata!
lmg: =))
Boo: his opponents gawp at him! Amagad, huge pinata! Just feel that reiatsu coming from him! .....oh, it's the candy inside, not reiatsu

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Boo: Tzomping shawlong goes like, I shall now call upon my emoness and turn into Edward-scissor hands!
Boo: Trim their Haircuts, Titirez-named-zanpaktuoh!

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Boo: can't really make fun of grimjaw!
Boo: he's pwning ichigo
Boo: gotta love that

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Lemming note [again]: shall be updated if and when my lovely boyfriend ever feels like making fun of my currently favourite fandom

Plock plock Argh!

Argharghargharghargh oshitoshitoshit I'm going to die!!!!!!







....... and that, kids, is what having a thesis paper looming over one's head with a 3-day deadline and a crapload of other stuff to do as well does to small furry lemmings.

*resumes hyperventilation*

The good, the bad and the hideous

Yesterday was "joy and pride and happiness", and heart-bursting oompf. As a surprisingly wise woman said, yesterday was the crystalization of a year's worth of fascination. I have realized that this fascination has consumed me like a fever, but I have no reproaches for it or its effects whatsoever.

The "gig" started in the wee hours of the morning (11 o'clock O.o), but since senpai and I are ladies of great import and self-respect, we joyfully headed for a juicery first. Green slashes of something were floating around, and sparkling electricity-like and there was expectation, and lo, it was waning.... ummm... hmmmm... I wonder wonder wonder why.



We saw documentaries on Japanese pop culture, and they opened my eyes in a different direction. Are these people that put up a facade, then use methods such as pop art to break out, to seek release? Is it simply enjoyable and slightly therapeutic? How much love for simple things can be mimed, and how much of it is real? How can a whole people be soooo beautiful? They are, I have finally understood, aliens. They are a people of aliens that are spectacularly similar to Earthlings, and who have smoothly blended into our world, but the fascination and hypnotism is there, most definitely and painfully there. How, why?

The AMV projections were prod-buttock to the last. Though I had hoped to see Romanian-made AMVs, which have the great potential to be awe-inspiring, we were given winners of various contests. Still, the joy of sharing something which had been so intimate with a room full of people (and I /mean/ full) who were all vibrating on the same wave-length was delicious. It was also frightening. And wall-breaking.



The festival had three separate locations, each with its charm and goodies - the cosplay kicked severe ass, but the merchandise was a painful letdown. Well. The originality is to be praised, while the quality is still to be eyebrow-raised-at. Maybe next year. Maybe somewhere else. Maybe I'm not as fiercely proud as I should be of talented people that I happen to share a city with. Yeah, perhaps so.



I feel how bland the words are, but I cannot do this. I said I'd try, I'd drag it out of myself even if I had to break something in the process, but the emotions won't leave me and go on the page/screen. It's frustrating, but I cherish them all the more posessively the more I try to force them out. Bah.



The intervening trip around the old center was something that will stay with me for a long, long time. I will always be so so grateful, senpai, for wanting to be there, for agreeing to be there together, sharing the sights and the feelings, and thank you :). It would have been meaningless any other way. Because I've realized that, while I can't find my place in this world, and I can't find my roots half the time, what happened yesterday /is/ a world I would like to hide in, with you. For as long as we can.



At 9 we were at the club, waiting for the concert. I was already feeling apologetic for having dragged my two dear people there (I always always always will keep the feeling of "dragging", even if I'm not. But I am :)...) The pre-concert performance was so daring, and so unique, that it left a pleasant taste in my brain. People who are talented, and passionate, and courageous and creative. It's nice to find something to aspire to, even when there's next-to-zero chances you'll get there. Because it's the Road that makes the traveller, not the destination.

And then, with a delay of only 10 minutes, the Thing started. (oh, dear fellow Romanians - and I say it deprecatingly -, dear artists, care to take a hint? Oh beloved musicians such as Kumm, and the R.I.P. Urma, and LA and Travka, and all the other people I used to give my admiration to so hopefully, care to take a bloody hint? I guess not, because neither you nor the public were raised and instilled with that inherent respect towards your fans, towards the people who may have forsaken things, who may have gone to lengths, or may have simply come there to smoke a peaceful joint, in order to be there that particular night, to enjoy your music, to breathe with you, to move with you. We are sheep and you are all-mighty, but other people go through the trouble of being considerate to their public. What novelty, what daring! What a piece of shit.)

Two men, two beautiful men with beautiful costumes and beautiful music. And they /felt/ their music, they put on a show, even when the sonorizare SUCKED COCK, and the Suburbia people weren't all that bothered with it, of course, when the club was half-empty to begin with, and emptied even more after people started showing the performers the finger and started filing out. Rewind: people who have travelled the world, and come to a new public full of hope, with open hearts, come before a public that knows, or at least recognizes, their songs, and dances to them, and applauds to them, and they are shown the finger?! In what other Universe does that happen?!

But the songs and the performance were simply perfect. The kimonos, and the makeup, and the scenical movement, the involvement with the public, the effort to learn phrases in our language, the fact that they knew where they were (i.e: not Budapest, Romania, not Bucharest, Bulgaria, and other other other fuck-ups and permutations), at least /that/ should earn them some respect. Even if it's only circumstancial.

No? Then let's move on: the lyrics, the composition and programming, the smiles, the sweet shyness of 449 when he addressed the audience, the fucking /hot/ moment when Andro put his arm around 449's shoulders and they sang a piece together, their pleasure when they were called back for the first encore, the way they looked like they slightly could not believe it when they were called back for the /second/ encore. The fact that they found energy, after two hours of intense performance, to give a little bit more to a painfully small bunch of people. These are artists.

And I'm just a fan. A new-born fan, at that. With the surprise that they captured me with what they did on stage last night. So as lame as it may sound, thank you, Gothika, for last night's Suburbia performance. Just thank you :).




















The bad: my lungs and throat hurt and are incredibly sore. Intensive care in that department, coming up.

The ugly: E-mail forwarded to me, an e-mail from a person in China. Where there are currently around 29 000 estimated deaths. Twenty-nine thousand people dead. Where people are sleeping in the streets, for fear of more earthquakes. Shit. Fucking fucking shit. We're so helpless and fragile.

The roses are out to get me!

Din ciclul "Lemmingul are presentimente paranormale" (quote Divertis: "Am presentimentul ca ma mir"), those darned roses that popped up in my room yesterday have a bad energy around them.

"Darned" - not because anyone darned them, as my elder female family members have fun competing about who will darn my socks (oh, teh joy!), but because... ummm... because! Last night I turned off the lights and got into bed to talk to tp. We had been talking since before me turning off said lights. So darkness descends (not in /that/ way) and I feel the negative energy around the room. Not going anywhere (gen, aimed at me, for example), but there and seething. I tried to block it out, and very pointedly fell asleep with my back to them. This morning, as with all mornings after a nightmare, my amulet was hanging the other way round (as in, it had twisted and was now hanging on my back, instead of down my chest).

Bah. Stoopid roses!

*hum*

As always when I finally give in and whine (to someone or to blogland in general) about my problems (I call it venting, btw, okay?! :D), life decides, probably out of perversity, to start solving them one by one.

I usually conduct my business with the motto "every problem has a solution, otherwise they wouldn't exist" in mind. Even the blatantly obvious negative examples of this that have occurred in my life have not managed to dissuade me. And yet, sometimes... you know how it is. You're too tired, and too worried, and too in pain, or just too not-giving-a-fuck, so you're open to all the negative energies around. Bah!

But yesterday was, stubbornly enough, a hugely pleasant day, in which I got to hang out with Senpai (if it can be called hanging out - we were in school, on a goddamned Saturday morning, recuperating classes), but it was fun, and pleasant in a cat-purring-in-your-lap sort of way. And we just sat side-by-side, her reading or writing and me jittering on the edge of my seat because I had to deliver a presentation. And just being in the same room and sitting like that, next to one-another, for several hours, was sooooo nice.

... and we drew this in paint.... *beams with pride*...*dork*



Erm, yes, we are both 22 and in our last year of Business Administration ccollege. I so do /not/ want to hear anything of the sort regarding our masterpiece! :P



As for the main thing that was eating away at me... yes, it has happened before, and I know better than to actually worry about it. It's just that... sometimes, it completely surprises me how little I know myself, or how I think things about my mind-set and way of judging things, and it just ends up coming to bite me in the ass. I used to think (and, stubbornly enough, I still do, even after all the discussions and the soul-searching) that becoming pregnant was not a problem. I'm a strong person (after all, after all the shit comes and goes, I /am/ still standing, even if only out of intertia) and I could easily have an abortion (quick, not-really-painful, not-really-expensive, and definitely not illegal, as in other dumber parts of the world. It'd be easy. I always have an emergency-fund for... obviously, different emergencies, standing by, I have the time, it would not have posed a problem. There are 3 private medical clinics within walking distance of my home, good ones at that, and another specialized cabinet a bit further away. Pfffft.

And yet, I was thinking about it last night, before I went to bed. In that in-between time, when the drowziness choked the wannabe-strong voices in my head, and I was left with the actual honesty. And I realized that I'd be /happy/ to be pregnant. That there are few things I want more in my life. That I still don't know "what I want to be when I grow up", two weeks before finishing school for ever, but I do know how many kids I want, what gender I want them to be, how many years apart, what their names will be, what sports they'll practice while growing up, and all that other crap.

So... question of the day is... am I simply deranged, or am I just hiding my insecurities behind the one sure thing in my life - that I will, at one point in the not-too-distant future, be a mother. And what got it into my head that it /is/ something certain? For all I know, I may have some /condition/, or whatever-you-call-it, that means I will never have kids of my own. Fuck, I can't even think about that. That's like... maaaaaaaaaaaaaan...

And I know I talked to tp before about this, about how such a situation, whatever its outcome, would somewhat irrevokably alter the genki lmgXpgl relationship. But... I don't know... this is soemwhat mine more than ours. The problem, and the solution, and definitely the consequences. Which is not to say I'd do something without talking it through first. It's just that... hah, the winning phrase: it's complicated!

Foaming at the mouth. Again

Yes, I know this happens before each exam session, but fuck it!

- I got a goddamned 9 for a project I worked 3 days for, from 9 in the morning to 1 at night

- I can't find materials for a second fucking project because, what do you know, they're confidential, but that doesn't mean the professor isn't asking for them

- turns out I may not be allowed to present that project, which means lower grade from the start

- I still haven't written my practical part of the thesis paper (some 30 pages) and I've got 2 more weeks of school to do it in, after which the fucking exam session will start, and I haven't studied a thing beforehand... again!

- my coordinating professor is currently not talking to me anymore, for god knows what reason

- my fucking period isn't coming.

*looks longingly out window, calculating if she could succeed in killing herself or if she'll just manage to break all the bones in her body*

*deep breath* back to work, allegedly