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& Marginal Prince

No, I'm posting after just one week from the previous post! I will wear the pads.

Here is the new Madhouse anime based on a novel (or series of novels, I believe) of Natsuhiko Kyogoku and the character designs of CLAMP. I could lose it? Oh, no! I will write
two lines of the plot just an introduction, but ... for now is that I get a girlfriend.
XD This is what I learned after watching the first two episodes:

In 27th year of Showa, in an unknown place, lives a girl named Yoriko that has a good relationship with the mother (and father do not know anything). This girl befriends a classmate, Kanako, a very beautiful girl, intelligent and mysterious love walking in the moonlight. The two are always together and Kanako is convinced of the fact that one is the reincarnation of the other and that this will always be together, until One day, while the two are at the station, an accident occurs and Kanako ends in a train (it's not clear how). Detective Kiba is randomly on the train and tries to shed light on the matter.

This is down to earth what happens in the first episode, which among other things is a flash back. The whole story is shrouded in un'inquietantissima dreamlike atmosphere, which makes it ambiguous. Almost more than understand what's happening you have to perceive, at least in these two episodes. Sources tell me that then the story evolves into an investigation into the death of some girls smashed to pieces and the disappearance of the girl ended up under the train, if I'm not mistaken. However, everything is made loooong well, the animation are good and the abbreviations are also nice (by Nightmare). Will I still be happy to see it, if I do not pull stupid first course.

Honestly I feel ashamed a bit 'to go around telling that I see this stuff, but I have a long record of horrible stuff that I have in all handjob sti year so long that now I can not even feel ashamed.

Yuuto began attending a school named St. Alfonso of an unknown island frequented only by Bishonen extremely gay and hair color of a crazy, but is likely to be thrown out immediately. Will the little boy stuopido to become friends with all sti guys? And why in every episode each of them has to sing a horrible song?


This is the exciting plot of this anime made with two pounds and dall'incipit identical to that of Gakuen Heaven (but even more ridiculous: the guy with green hair it picks up on the back of the entry a white horse). The animations are chilling, the characters are corny e. .. oh God is so terrible that I have no words to fully make the idea XD Every minute that passes I think: "But at least sti poor dubbing the song could save money, by ....".
after two episodes are already a big fan, huh?
But then, cabbages, it is clear that in the context that is framed every two seconds, there are all of them and that the protagonist and the princess dress (?) Kneeling in front of the green, how sad.
Despite everything, I say that this anime watch it much more willingly than a Vampire Kight that keeps the Palm product animated worst of the last 10 years

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... The philosophy of the locomotive

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I still do not give up after months and months here I am again composting on the LJ.
Finally now I have a computer and a line that goes more or less holds, then, although respecting my lazy mood, I will try to post a bit 'more. I know I should give a tone a bit 'more international all the writing in English, but I do not have the mental strength ...
So I will continue with the beloved Italian, who as usual is unlikely with new words and mangled syntax existent.

After decades I've changed graphics and pic and I feel very relieved, I'd had enough of Vampire Knight.
For a while, 'Enough Vampire Knight in full, cause me an ulcer piercing that I would like to avoid (any reference to hysterical fans of this manga that I have sfracassato the soul is purely coincidental ).
This bunny is so much more pricey, look at that expression in his eyes, which sexuosità! * _ *
Obviously, I was kindly offered by yuukosan when I need an avatar never know which way to turn. I'm glad it's something original that can at least stand out a bit in those four that I post on LJ, thanks dear \u0026lt;/ lj>

Last night, after returning from Mestre, I have given to the savage scaricaggio manga different from my LJ as usual.
nice things that are usually two minutes after I finished reading I have already removed from the mind, but this time I came across "Gerard and Jacques " by Fumi Yoshinaga .

During the period just preceding the French Revolution, Gerard, a rich bourgeois, loves to go to brothels to spend good times with beautiful children. One day, in one of these places, she meets Jacques, a noble boy sold to a brothel to pay off their debts gaming contracts from his father. Jacques Gerard diprezza for his "rude plebeian pastime" and the first Purple Gerard then buy freedom. Shortly after a new attendant is hired at the villa of Gerard: none other than Jacques who becomes a perfect secretary, and a great worker, but still keep some distance from the impure habits of his new master. Jacques will be able to fit perfectly into this lifestyle? What hides the past of Gerard and his scar in his left eye? What will bring to their lives, the rise of the Jacobins?

Oh! * Gasp heart *
I have not read much Fumi Yoshinaga , but what happened to me in my hands I've always liked a lot, and this work is no exception. The author is not carried away from the usual four clicks of yaoi and, while not becoming miss the opportunity to include some healthy sex scenes that are never wrong, can give life to a story well structured and very enjoyable. During the story
Jacques not only grows physically, while maintaining the innocence and purity that characterizes extreme (its continuous explosions when Jacques comes up to him to more than one meter are amazing XD), and the same true Gerard that with the advance of history can more and more to leave behind a past that gripped (and ladies and gentlemen, a woman got to do ! Noooo!).
So, to put it down to earth, I liked a lot, even if for a moment I feared the final tragedy (but then I realized that I was not reading a manga Mizushiro Setona ). If I had money I would try to order it from America, but at the moment is not really possible ... * shudders to think only the exact amount that totaled his savings *

Shower Before After Waxing

As long as you long for the whole
You can not get a part of at all How proud
Would the buildings of Rome
Look without a single stone

When announced a strike of train and subway takes you deep considerations to make about your whole life, it means you're promising a psychoanalyst or that you have nothing to do.
There is also a third possibility: you just put the glaze, and waiting to dry, you can not grip a pen properly. In my case, this is just the latest.

In any case, the link-analysis trains of my life is not entirely without sense. Of course not. Because, never in the last two years, my life has been tied to these long trains rattling.
Stop for a second to reflect, as I see it has become extremely dependent from one means of transport, as my mood changes depending on the direction in which trains run.
not only for practical daily (experimenting, for the second year, the - little - nice life of commuting, it's quite normal, I think: relief for a train at the exact time horizon it should be in that position, incazzatura Chronic for the countless delays, frustration maximum when, after a race suicide, see the bottom side of the infamous half away from the station), but for many other aspects of life: irrational emotion - anxiety or happiness or desire - that feeling grow inside waiting for a train coming, the tears paid (because, yes, I hate deep separations, even if short-lived) looking at one that goes . Restlessness waiting to fly to a destination that always seems too slow.

And still two years from now, the focus of all my comings and goings became railway Milan. the very center of my life is slowly (but not too) moving to this city.
I can only be glad, really. After all, I have always had a soft spot for big cities, and now I am learning to know, to turn it with a certain awareness, to recognize the geography and roads, to discover corners extremely interesting and relate views for a memorable experience - the Parco Sempione, for example, is a place that is incredibly to me heart. Lodi Avenue as well as public gardens or - I'm falling more and more.
I do not doubt that it can be that kind of attraction "rural", typical of those who, moreover, the great city has always seen only piecemeal, as the place to go shopping and then go home loser in his corner in the mountains, but it is always attractive.
Unquestionably, a large part of that attraction, regardless of architectural beauty and bustle, but very much tied to views of unforgettable moments, is powered by people who, almost daily, sharing with me his life in Milan. That, almost daily, share my life. It is enough.
People who, I notice, are slowly changing, as a forest of shadows cast by the light of a moon hour clear, now hidden by the clouds. One thing is certain, though: how, surely, they are not to be different, but that is the way I see it, a bit 'as a release of a noumenon itself felt through a different cognitive apparatus. It is paralyzing the thought of who they were before and who they are now. Who would like to become and remain - oh, even though it is all perfectly natural, since that new knowledge .
I think I came to the nth shock of my life . I hope with all my heart, really, it's a aftershocks. I found that the balance - regardless of the collapse of which I spoke a little 'time ago - may last longer than it has ever lasted a balance that I've ever met.
The most amazing thing, watching it all with the benefit of hindsight, have the chance and naturalness with which the bricks of this new base will be neatly arranged in complete autonomy. The randomness
especially has certainly been the trigger of the relationship and whether created last year, wanting to heaven, you are strengthening more and more (with appropriate exceptions, of course. But, after all, comes the time of selection naturally, the moment when the shock of adjustment makes the leaves fall from the branches of the tree implants). You turn around, look at your past, and notice how people must be put in place along the journey of your life with a surprising lightness, and how many things that have happened when you were not able to grasp fully , now show their perfect contours and defined, beautifully trimmed and ready to get stuck into each others with precision.
And, just for the casual ease with which all the pieces are joined, are strongly inclined to disturb words like destiny or ka . And, undeniably, we are a ka-tet deliciously textured, spiced with a touch of sweet idiocy that, sooner or later we will set a finger in the corridors, or where, after the overtaking racer us We left behind the elegant exit from the freeway, and then find ourselves strolling over an hour in the desolate countryside. Or that "Satan is a train behind 'to me as sadistic.

But not only others to be different (at least in my personal perspective). As I think is obvious, I'm the first to change the plan and, probably, not just in a different phenomenological vision.
I'm really changing, or rather, I'm settling down. We could say that I'm slowly, reaching the mental and personality that has always been my development predetermined. I'm getting myself more than I ever was.

Oh, this night is too long. Have no
strength to go on.
No more pain, I'm floating away.
Through the mist see the face
Of An Angel, who calls my name.
I remember you're the reason I have to stay.

We are doing new projects.
Maybe, for once, will be projects that will have their actual fulfillment. If we want to make an argument in rates in recent years the programs that have achieved the results hoped for - despite the numerous difficulties during the preparation, which more than once dragged to the brink of sending everything to the devil - boldly approach a sinuous 90%.
So, giving confidence to the figures, I could finally find to celebrate my first decent night of Halloween since I was born - an excuse to unleash the grim goth clothing, obviously XD.
Clearly, the scope of projects ranges from the silly to the commitment that could signal life. But, finally, are safer than ever in my wanting to risk everything.
I'm getting caught up in ' euphoria of the moment - not only for the projects, but also everyday life - and, as yesterday has passed a time when I thought seriously about having to give a scaled I understand well as at the moment, there is no one who deserves my indulging in a calm that would be simple suffocation of my individuality.

However, there are sides of my character that will never disappear. First and foremost, of course, the misanthropy.
At the moment, is pouring into two specific categories encountered at the university's economists and types of letters.
Obviously, my intention is not to generalize too (or yes?) since Faun the same part of the first group and I am an avid Fans of the individual personality . My argument, let's say, is based on personal example detected and analyzed.
Regarding the first group , to make me nauseous (and not just a saying, I swear) is their utter inability to show respect towards other human beings o rather, the tendency not to consider such as other forms of life around them. For as much as I can be egocentric and histrionic, respect for people is the basis of something that I consider essential. They are the first to dislike the long conversations with strangers - or at least not all - but, equally, I think a greeting can not deprive me of my lifeblood , or that I will have to share days and nights with the individual I waved.
Warning: I am not saying to expect hugs and kisses from everyone I crossings. God forbid. Simply put, when someone greets the person you're talking (to which you have placed an arm around her shoulders and, in turn, you're around her waist with her - conduct which, in a system of interpersonal boy / girl indicates a clear emotional involvement ) you aspects least a nod. What, exactly, never comes.
But I think the most annoying thing is that this behavior is not acceptable if at least suspected males in their twenties dressed like idiots, it can also be found in some professors . Because if the thing that I felt again with more insistence, when I attend the university, is that they are no longer a child, which are now an adult and as such should I do, such as pretend to be treated. In this case, of course, my experience was not directly (no economics professor, in fact, has never had reason to speak to me), but rudeness, though addressed to others, it irritates me anyway. Basically, because it is unsightly but also because, after all, are less bitchy than I do not think the same.
As for the second , however, the problem is much more delicate. Why I can not speak ill of those letters without considering that, after all, one of my greatest aspirations is to one day return to their home with a degree in classics ; or without considering my esondante passion for culture and the tendency at times to show off my knowledge (a phenomenon which, in fact, there has been much reduced. Lately, I tend to show particularly pedantic only in the case of literary criticism , leaving aside the spin doctors. Even so, I'm aware, you never stop learning and it is incredibly fun).
However, if there is one thing that really can not stand is the production of culture in error, that invariably makes you look like an idiot . Will instinct of self-preservation, but if there is a skill that I developed is to be silent if I am not absolutely certain of my speech (or, anyway, when an attempt may appear as what it actually is: a sign of participation and involvement). The interventions pseudo-intellectual random are one of the things that m'indispongono ever, because denote lack of common sense. And, unfortunately, in the course of human cases (as defined by the Faun, which once There he found himself in the middle by mistake XD) is full of people involved without a logical foundation on which to base their words (the prof's reaction, usually, is an eyebrow is raised in a vague gesture of compassion. And you can not even imagine how much I enjoy that look.) It is unutterably boring attend boarding of certain characters in arguments so clear outside of their scope, I would understand if the intervention was intended to seek clarification or confirmation of the accuracy of their own thinking. But when the only reason why these individuals are prone to waste their breath is to show their scientia without having the actual ability, which he laughs is the least we can expect (and is not a contradiction with the respect you mentioned earlier, because In this case, they are the first to be disrespectful to themselves) . Especially since the same individual, who a minute earlier, unrolled a speech peppered with big words and technical terms, a minute later he finds himself seriously believe that, as a thickener for ink, at one time used the tail fish ...

Sir Charles writes:
One of the few times that I felt out of hell, falling back in there ...
La Rose Noire writes:
Well, come on, after all, the company is nice, no?
Perhaps it is just a little 'hot ...

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What do you mean "Let's try the apricot?

Davide Van De Sfroos.
More than anything, a tribute to the origins of the Faun, which continues to stress the excellent language ... XD

Sun't el wages of William Tell, which was a large de Omm
but me, geent, if the regòrden gnanca el Nommo
and I think that serious mè, quel fiöö cun la poma in söe la cràpa
e pudèvi mea tremà e pregàvi..."sperèmm che la ciàpa !"
E i geent i me vardàven tücc, i me vardàven giò la finestra
i öcc i me puntàven tücc, ma me vardàvi la balestra...

"Dài papà,dài papà...Proviamo almeno con l'anguria..."
"Non dubitar di me figlio mio, you know I became a fury! "
" Come on dad, come on Dad ... Let's at least with melon ... "
" You can not my son, you know .. . and then the season is not even ... "
" From dad, with grapefruit daipapà ... Let's at least ... "
" Do not worry son, your father is called William! " But the mea

is great ... bit taant Vess el fiöö of William Tell
me because of that time in the sun there Giir cun el
patella and sun for cunteent mè el pa, the national hero
have done since then but if I see an apple start to feel bad .. .

bad but the dad was giò in El fuund, the aim was giò reunites Ciapa
südavi arrows and me because, inter alia, el segütava and follow ; tava a beev giò bira ...
"Desmètela de beev, Dad, if you do not see yourself dùpi ghe"
"Do not worry son, maal ... you going dark!"
Here I feel, I feel it now ... body!
Who is the one who spoke bigoli
would like to say
"Let's try the apricot?"

Why is mea bit taant beautiful ... Vess fiöö ; of William Tell ...

Sun't el fiöö of William Tell who has
mea sbassàaa saludo a hair ...


David Van De Sfroos - The son of William Tell

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Neverland

Today, finally, I saw the place that inspired the name of this blog.
Without it nothing striking success, to external eyes, was one of the most exciting days of my life.
This can only make me stronger and stronger to hold on to that hope that, in recent days, had threatened to pull too much.




ps The Faun version bartender is a show that should be enjoyed fully. And I'm sipping cedar. Tassoni . From bottle.

Free Brazilian Grandma

The Thirteenth Knight

words: hope with all my heart that Vodafone There Was Never Steal

Dialogue between the phone and El Fauno :

'... I can defend myself '
"Yes, because, however, you're a Scorpio. In fact, six rocket: sneaky bastard (*) '
"There is a constellation of Arugula?"
"Apparently, yes. The one with the stars to fuck, spread over the tomatoes as "


Hence, He was born : THE ROCKET ALDO. The Thirteenth

Golden Knight. The most treacherous bastard.
Worst of Scorpio and Cancer combined.
would have destroyed them in a trifle, those five idiots.
If only the Union of Evil had not forced to take the leave.



(*) The axiom Scorpio and treacherous bastard = (= rocket) comes from inspection of some horoscopes, agree that the nature sometimes not too nice of that sign.
Nothing personal against the Scorpions, of course. I would also like to marry one, so ...