In short.

After FIVE (5) years of: "Come with me to Japan!" "Why don't come with me to Japan?"

SHE DOESN'T WANT TO COME, this time.

Now, that I've finally some bucks to waste in a proper way, now that I can FINALLY take an airplane and go THERE.

NOW. Right now.

I cannot believe this shit.

For the time being: WTF?!

This is all I have to say now.

tsuzuku.

(I just don't have any will to open a word processor and change my system language, a little mercy please...)

You shouldn't love Maths.

Because otherwise you wouldn't be gladly shocked as I was last night watching "Hakase no aishita sushiki" (The professor and his beloved equation).

Well, maybe that shocking reaction was more caused by the bottle of warm darjeeling tea that I've drunk the whole day long, ending up being TOTALLY AWAKEN at 2.45 am.

This movie is perfect. Terao-san is perfect. That moeish kawaiiiiiiiiii actress, despite my true hate towards that kind of actresses, was perfect, and mostly Equation-sama XD was astonishing.

So sad, not too much moving, funny, well acted and directed. I'm in love.

Yes, I must admit that as I saw that Koike Teppei's cosplayer playing as the grown-up Root, well, I was about to switch off.

BUT I've endured. I'm glad I've done it.

Next: the real thing. Koike Teppei. Well, I've always hated him just seeing that stupid chibikko look on his 10 years old face. AND I WASN'T TOTALLY WRONG! Yes, Shibatora isn't the perfect dorama, not at all... Still, most of the gags are hilarious X°D and Miki-san is always Miki-san u_u. Plus, Suzuka-chan in her teens!!!

Pervert, me? Nai.

Today's issue:

Cute Toriyama-sensei's rounded mountains.

And that's all.

Oh, no wait: a thermos full of darjeeling.


Goodbye.

Gothic/M/Industrial...

...ALF.

Gorgeous mask. But THAT'S ALF THE ALIEN!!!

Jfashionist.

I'm becoming aware that my last cdjapan order (four gackt's album VS five sexpot tshirts XD) was made only because...

... I WANT THAT SNAKE PATTERNED SHOPPING BAG. YES, I DO.

Well, it was a bargain anyway, five shirts for 60 bucks.

How many people can cry reading a blog?

One, and that's me.

And no, I'm not moved. I'm just angry. Totally angry and sad and I'll never go to Japan once in my whole fucked life.

Cheers.