Long time no see.

The fact is that my life sucks. Pretty bad. And I don't know how to make it a little less crappy. A job will do half the work, tho.

Oh yeah I'm still obsessed with Japan and such (don't know why but I had to point out this xD).

See you.

I so want to run away.

Things I'm currently doing:

- complaining;
- pretending to be studying grammar;
- complaining;
- struggle for memorize some useless kanji for exams that I'll never take(read: "complaining");
- blame the world recession for not allow me to fleeeeee to Japan again any sooner than never.

I'm really on the edge. Not that I'm going to kill my parents or such, I don't know, "change of season" things, but I've had really enough. And thinking that this situation can go on and on and on for WHO KNOWS how many years more... well, it's not that easy.

That, and my parents doing their dirty job a.k.a. PISSING ME OFF with their incredible delicacy, like: "As you get your last salary, give it to me so that if we'll use it if it's needed."

What?

I've worked from 1 to 3/22, my last "month", I had to be paid for 9 hours more coming from the previous month(those faggots REALLY don't know how to count! Amazing!), plus the severance payment made me plan something, as usually people do.

But I've got 561 euros.

I was so speechless. And then, How am I supposed to give all the money to my parents? Am I that crazy? It's not a matter of "help the family" or such bullshits. I'm 25 years old, I'm unemployed, I've got to pay for the phone bills and the sat-tv(a thing that I cannot remove because my mother MUST watch some stupid OLD OLD OLD tv series, but I'm the one to blame here, really), I've just get 561 euros that have already halved because of the bills, and I have to give the change to my parents? And me? I worked for that money, not them. Don't they realize that with them being less FOOL, in the past, maybe I would be graduated by now, away from home, WORKING? Do I have REALLY to remind them that they fucked up my life pretty badly since its beginning? Do I have to make them aware of the pedophile they make me live with for years, without noticing a fucking thing? Do I really have to go that far?

So, I've put on my real self. I'm tired of being the happy fool of the court just to entertain them. I'm sick of this. It's already 17 years of this shit. I didn't beg my mother to have me. I didn't force her in getting together with that idiot of my father, Christ. She knew he was just an idiot, so why? Pity? Oh, thanks, pitiful mother. Look at what you've done.

I'm so tired, I want to go back to Japan but mostly I want to get away from here. I want a job, that would allow me to live and maybe save something, any sum, even the littlest one, just for me. Not for pay for my parents mistakes. And not a job (like the current one) for which I'm not even paid. "Because, in a family, you help each other". Sure. Cool.

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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!!!

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(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!!!

long time no see...

actually not.

But I'm taking advantage of a calm, relaxed, not too much fixed on the thought "I SHOULDN'T BE HERE!!!" moment, to announce that I will maybe MAYBE post something more readable (like that's something I can accomplish this easily...) about my journey in the Nipponland. With pics too! Quite a difficult task. Especially because I can't help weeping around every time I think for more than one minutes about it.

Notice that the calmness of this moment is brought to you by Girl U Need - Without You.

Randomity: this song is REALLY Chacha-like. HUGELY. 'Night.

Yamanote dreaming...

It's not like the 1053 pics I've taken in Tokyo are ALL useful or cute or anything, but I love this one.

I was in Ueno Park, on that sort of terrace on the right side of the entrance stairs, where you can see both Yodobashi and the trains coming out from the station.

Ah, Yamanote...

Anyway, all those announces were slightly ANNOYING. Usually I didn't use Ipod-chan outside the hostel, as I wanted to HEAR all I could hear. Anything, from salarymen chatting at the smoking points, to the freeters on the street corners promoting whatever, to childs crying and laughing (ME listening HAPPILY to a child's cry... a paradox u_u), to LAME officeladies on the phone...

But metro and trains were an exception.

Breaking news: GHOST sucks X°D

Ah, I knew it.

The cm was too much explicative(if this is even a word) already.

There was this ENORMOUS wall in front of me, while I was listening. ENORMOUS, can you figure it? A big big wall.

A big one.

Ah, so sad. Nevertheless, Jesus is way way way much a better song "comparing" the two. Yeah I know this is useless, but COME ON! What the hell is that? Is it for this...? That we've waited this much?

I'm PRAYING that nothing but Jesus will be on the new album, PRAYING.

Anyway, it's not that I really care this much. It's just that listening to Over the rain makes me way too much EMOTIONAL.

*ohsopissedoff*

Deal with it.

Taking advantage of the recent peak of fangirlism, I would like to begin this post with a very very very appropriate musical quote:

"It can't be true,
it can't be true,
it can't be true,
it can't be true.
It can't be true,
it can't be true,
it can't be true,
it can't be true..."

And so on. Got the subtle message?

IT CAN'T BE TRUE!

Kuroshitsuji has turned into a 26 eps series. I strongly hope it's a typo. Or a time-space distortion. Armageddon. A Visitors plane to destroy Earth and humanity. BUT NOT 23 MORE EPS TO TRANSLATE!!!!

A 80s compilation...

... without Huey Lewis and The News.

Unbelievable.

I mean, it's a four cds set!

+headache+

...so, it's crossover prog, uh?

Oh, as you wish.