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I probably like Girl U Need. No, I'm not saying that I love them like Ded Chaplin or other bands on a "similar level"(tho I think Ded Chaplin weren't meant to sink like that D:). Anyway I like (really REALLY like) 5 out of 11 songs. Yeah Make you Groove only makes me IRRITATED x°D, like with Get up... the other songs leave me about cold. I still consider the whole thing a bit... I don't know. Claimless? Maybe it was thought of as a claimless solo thing, I don't know. The thing that pisses me off the most is that is SOOOO NOTICEABLE x°°°°°°°D.


This is just because I can't stop listening to Down to the mirror and I can't explain why.

Look at...

... this page, and tell me if it doesn't seem some kind of dejavoux.

Kiiiiiiiidding. I just found funny that the font is almost the same as the... old one.


Wooooooh I've just spotted the myspace link! *going add sacchan to her frrrrrrrrriends*

Girly? Well I should be like that more. It's sooooo funny.

(read: "I'm so pissed off and this feeling is so piling up inside and outside that I've almost became cheerful, by lapping it")

Playlist: as...as...as...as...as...as...as...as...as...as...as...as...as...

... and guess what?

As.

Four years. Repeatedly. On loop. Luckily, files don't get scratches like records/cds.

NO, I can't possibly write just that. Come on.

Uhm, report from tokyo. Yes, I know. But my mood is like your ball falling down a hill close to you and YET you can't catch it. And then, a river/stream/ravine ends the game.

Really, I shouldn't take these things too seriously, I know that much. But geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez my life sucks. Sucks used socks. And that's a bad habit. Mostly for socks that, even if used, surely want to keep their dignity like every other pair of wearable things around your house.

So THINK! before sucking your socks.

You're probably infringing the Geneva Convention.

"to infringe" is the cool verb of the week.

Speechless.

This is just a blow below the belt.

You're kidding.

170 bucks? HA! I'm not that crazy.

Even with free shipping.

Actually they're about 130 euros, seeing the current change.

And there's a pretty pretty "best offer" button below the "buy now" one.

I'm shivering. I'm shacking. I'm slightly hyper. But mostly, I'll be a returning officer in two elections, this year.

I think I've found my birthday present.

I so hope no one else will find it. So hoping for that.

Good grief.

Aw, I forgot.

Charts!

You know you want them. Or, better: You still don't know you want them, but you feel unexpectedly attracted to them. Anyway, FEEL NO GUILT! FREE YOU MIND!("...and your ass will follow", catch the quote)








So...opposite results, I see...like, rentrer from one side and Beehive from the other...uhmm...

DA visual shock.

Usually I don't rant about my anime obsession, my translations or such things (YES! I translate! Shocking ne?), but SEBASTIAN POUNDING A NUN deserves a post here.

SEBASTIAN
POUNDING
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NUN.

I still haven't decided if this is a win or a fail, but sure it's EPIC.

Yes, Kuroshitsuji is almost old already, but I'm so interested in the RANDOMEST series ever that I prefer to follow ep by ep as I translate it. I mean, this is a light-speed DROP.

And it's annoying, since most of the gags are pretty hilarious, and the plot is intriguing, IF ONLY CERTAIN WRITERS WOULD KNOW HOW TO WRITE, or at least how to keep a decent balance in this shonen/yaoi/romance/decadent/comical/whatever MESS.

Enjoy your moment of fanservice, now:

Gross, lame, both and in loop.

... Exactly, why am I here now?

No, no subtle existential crap, no no.

Like. It's half past midnight, and I'm stuck listening to Beehive's Rockin' All Night, (let's say it) a mildly crappy song.

Uhm, so, why am I listening to it so darn persistently(ah bugs bless TEH online dict inventor u_u)?

Because 02:32~02:58 IZ LUV.

That's all. Dismissed. Good night. Well, you go to bed, I stay here for some others 26 seconds more.

And it's so darn frustating since I'm probably the only human being fussing about this x°°°°D Frustating and hilarious.

"Shameless Fangirlism" is brought to you by the following sponsors:..

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So, since my precious report is not that much precious anyway and I'm already depressed enough from everyday "living", let's introduce the "Last.fm Weekly Charts"! Surprised? Amused? Interested? Me neither.

(blue lagoon) No matter...

... how much I'm raising the volume, it just sounds too much far.(yeah baby this IS fangirlism!!!)

Tour has ended about five hours ago ^^/ おめでとうございます!!!

Yes, just this.

Currently doings:

- staring at that fucking shitty adsl router that SHOULD get me connected safely and fast but that's actually blinking like a Christmas Tree. AND IT'S NOT EVEN JUNE!

- making origami stars with old manga magazines. Yes, SO GIRLISH! Feeling almost accomplished as a XX chromosome representative.

- listening to The Vapors' 2nd EP. So darn boring early 80's British new wave: the absolute best u_u

recently done: changed wallpaper. And so what? Oh, nothing. It's just a scan from a interiors men magazine that shows a recording studio, its owner (in probably the most LOOKING-AWFULLY-OLDER pose ever x°D just a wide wine glass with an inch of PORTO is missing X°°°°D) aaaaaaaaaaand...

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... a guitar. That actually I didn't noticed at the beginning, but which was the ONLY reason why now I've got that picture on my good ole 1024x768 pxs monolith-like monitor.

And that's why I'm feeling so satisfied right now!!! ( n_n)y

z.e.t.s.u.b.o.u. .s.h.i.t.a.

Uhm, I've done a thing that I REALLY shouldn't have done.

Like, I knew perfectly that that thing sucked, even without listening to it, right? But I grabbed it the same (it was floating somewhere, ya no...).

Well, I'm not done. Not at all. Sure, sometimes I think: "But, exactly how did thist thing take to be done?" I mean, he re-sung the "revised" songs. ALL OF THEM. Yes, I'm doubtful about the time of the recording. Sounds older than just some months ago, especially for his voice's conditions.

Yes, too many "Murder, she wrote" episodes.

What was I saying? Oh, yeah, I'm not done at all (this should be clear at this point XD).

But mostly, the thing that's really annoying me like Hell, is the glared-like-sort-of-anyway-annoying drums, on almost every REARRANGED song.

I need a more deep study on the booklet. By the way, I DON'T have that booklet.

I agree, this laps fangirlism. Deal with it.

Ah, April Fools'...

Could this be a prank?

Because, if it's a prank, a chunky skilled singer head will roll (I'm in such a mood, today-?-...).

Anyway I took the survey. Giggling all over the way, of course. I don't know, even if it's a prank, I'm finding this quite amusing x°°°°°°°D

The only thing that pissed me off a LITTLE was that "Gackt and we" that's easily read as "Gackt AND WE" from my twisted point of view.

Anyway, we shall see...

Post #2 of whatever about my Japan trip. Powered by randomness.

Yamanote Line. Ah, Yamanote Line! Always thanks to the wonderful position of that awful place I've stayed in, Yamanote Line was really a relief, since it gets you in all the fancy tourists' places(but basically because its stops are a good way to organize a bit your random wandering without losing priceless brain cells). Anyway, remember: it's a ROUND line. So, unlike me, check carefully your destination AND the direction of the train your stepping in. Otherwise, the mystical experience of being stuck between sweaty salarymen late at night would be totally wasted.




Shinjuku station(or, better: what you'll see stepping out from the west exit...man it was pouring! No time to waste drowning just for get a proper shot xD). Where I fell on my fatty bottom. Ah, my little Nihongo skills wasted on reassuring people around me that, always thanks to my fatty bottom, I wasn't that much hurt(well not literally, ne). Converse's fault. And my total inability to walk on slippery smooth surfaces'.



1. That building (but mostly the kattun live ad) was my savior *_* 2. LAFORET!!! BUGS BLESS LAFORET!!! n_n

Shibuya was a really dangerous place. I don't know how I escaped those little narrows filled-with-marvelous-shops alleys and, at the same time, found SexPotRevenge shop. Really, I don't know. I just remember that I was staaaaaaaring at the Marion Crepes stand pondering about a quick fatty calories fix, and then, I turned my head to the right. I've seen the light. Period. I'm a bit sad, because my lazyness and the shitty weather turned down my crepes ambition. Too bad.


Ah, lucky fellows... ç_ç

I visited SO MANY records shops that's quite shameful I didn't find what I was looking for (or, better, not the whole list ^_^). Yes I have a pretty demanding obscure 80's Japanese "alternative but I don't want to go that far calling it progressive" rock bands oriented musical taste. My bad. Well, it's not really all my fault, since "mainstream" sounds euphemistic, once you've visited ANY of the big shops around the town. And then, on the last days, I discovered that Kanda has THAT MANY used books/cds/dvds shops. Terrific. But I was already out of money. Sadness 1000x combo.


ok it's a pretty little one BUT in the second pic, the sign on the right says "Sex Pot Revenge" ò_ò/ believe me!!!

This deserve a post...

... and a routine break.

You know, I'm usually a bitch. A nasty person. Someone that laughs at other people disgraces.

And this time is no different!

The thing is that Miyavi is now a newlywed together with some retired younger singer that's CASUALLY pregnant.

How? How in this world I cannot symphathize (woah this one was REALLY difficult) with all those nymphoman- fans all over the universe? HOW?

Miyavi fans all over the world, girls, boys, whatever and wherever you are:

GO GET YOUR RAZOR NOW!!!!!

Don't believe me? Go here and cry your heart out.

Post #1 of whatever about my Japan trip. Powered by randomness.

(yes, THIS is the right title!)




Ok, this is not Japan. Alps, actually. From the liiiiittle plane that, on a shitty gray Wednesday morning, took me from Milan to Paris. Funnier thing: me, unable to plug the seatbelt (from now on, the "shittoberuto"), helped from the kind guy next to me. My first flight. No fear at all. Anyway, I was on a mission from God (catch the quote). At a certain point I was REALLY sure we were flying above my neighbourhood, but in that tiiiiiny cute plane it wasn't so easy to take my camera out of the bag.


Ah, Hibiya Line. Probably taken the day after my arrive. I don't think I took any picture of the hostel, by the way; that awful place has only ONE pro: it's near the Hibiya Line. That's it. Anyway I don't think that, in case I'll be back there or near it, I'll make such a large use (well, two tickets a day x°D) of ToMe and such. I mean, I've got two legs, working legs, and Tokyo is not THAT big, and it's always interesting to walk from place to place sticking your nose around, observing people, shooting weird engrish signs for your Flickr's sake...Things that a comfortable, clean, but NOISY train cannot let you experience.
I *love* to loiter in random unknown streets while being staaaaaared at by Japanese people, right?!

inside and outside Minowa Station

Report in progress...sort of.

Well, at least I'm writing something while weeping on those thousand pics. Ah, and I'm listening to flumpool, too (you must know that, after Tokyo, from the cute kirakira not so poppish Japanese sort of rock band that keep me amused, they became the Melancholy Band. Just to let you know.)

Now, for the serious things that nobody will ever read:
- it will be a non-chronological mess of posts. Deal with it.
- every post will most probably have some kind of title that explains why I sum up all those random thoughts in one thing.
- there will be pics too! Aren't you all excited? I AM!!!

Today I'm lurking on...

Well, actually it's like one year(or even more) that almost everyday I check this wonderful japanese blog, where I've just discovered that Ryu-san is still alive, thanks bugs for that, and where, ABOVE ALL, I discovered that my musical taste is due to a weird case of IMPRINTING.

In three days it'll be THE birthday! I was about to forget! But thanks to nono-san, well...let's say I hope to remember and check the staff blog ^^;

Last night I watched the latest appereance of the strange man on Shin Domoto Kyodai.
X°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°D Now I recall why I love that STRANGE SLEEPY man *ROTFL*

After that I was unable to sleep. As usual. Anyway I didn't dream about Tokyo. Yeah, because almost everynight I DREAM ABOUT TOKYO. Corners, shops, trains, metro, me walking, the various parks I visited, temples...

My "remember-every-fucking-thing-since-this-could-be-your-first&last-time-here" thing worked. Maybe too much.

Excuse me, I've got to arrange some old songs to fit pachinko standards.

According to Dears jp news page, also Kagero is on Gladiator Pachinko OST.

Yes, it's already unbelievable that pachinkos have their OWN soundtracks (anyway most of them are actually famous series osts, as you may see on this page), and that they're SOLD AS IT IS A NORMAL THING, but not kagero. Please, NOT KAGERO!

It's frustrating.

Essay: "What did you do during your last holidays?"
Composition: "I've arranged old tunes for Pachinko."

Come on, this LAPS lameness!!!! By two or three times!!!!

So, simply tell...

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I won't own a ticket for the concert. Oh yeah. I knew this like a couple of days ago (frankly, I cannot remember x°D) but I was so MAAAAAAAAAAAAD about this that I couldn't really have the slightest will to write.
T'was a fraud. A total fraud. Fortunately, the lady who bidded for me could have her money back (at least), but I won't attend the concert. I won't laugh while buying the kitakuni keychain. I won't despise with my genetic conceit those fangirls that will buy Gackt's chocolates x°D

I'll probably lay in a corner of the hostel crouched in the dark drawing fictious circles with my index finger.

With three blue vertical lines waving next to my head. Oh yes.

*whispering*Bloody Monday. Errata corrige. Otanoshimini \(ò_ò)/

More music less fangirlism.

A more serious 2009, please.

No, don't misunderstand,  I'm talking to myself.

Yeah, I should write more seriously about things that I get into my ears.

Musical things.

What else, anyway?

I don't know...like...well...reviews.

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I'm sorry. I could not resist.