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  <title>{ . m e r m a i d . b o y s . }</title>
  <subtitle>.we change this epoch, stronger and more beautiful than this rose.</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>h i k a . h i k a &lt;3</name>
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  <updated>2008-07-19T09:29:06Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sute_hikahika:13234</id>
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    <title>More randomness.</title>
    <published>2008-07-19T09:29:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-19T09:29:06Z</updated>
    <category term="j-music"/>
    <category term="kaya"/>
    <category term="hika&amp;apos;s awesome life"/>
    <content type="html">I FEEL NEGLECTED. Everyone around me is like, DEEEEAAAAD. *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I must buy some dvds soon, or this computer will die on me before the month ends: I can't use iTunes without it restarting itself on its own, most of the time I can't even access msn, and a lot of other things which are really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to console myself with Kaya's revamped!Glitter. &lt;strike&gt;Even though the thought of him only makes me suffer more, 'cause why, just WHY is he going to the US and NOT in Europe too???! KAYAAAAAAAAAA! ;_________;&lt;/strike&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sute_hikahika:12819</id>
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    <title>Hika is melting.</title>
    <published>2008-07-03T10:01:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-03T10:43:29Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I feel like I've been breathing in and out the same air since I got up. Mmmh. It's so hot here and my family is so, so fucked up~ &amp;lt;3 Lalalala~ Hika really wants to run away~ And, adults are the worst. &amp;lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs &amp; replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Tag 8 people to do this quiz &amp; those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by &amp; cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. How has LJ changed your life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed? Ah, not really~ My life still goes on the same, boring way it used to. But it's good that I could get to know so many sweet and talented people *nods*, also &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sonadow_yuffie' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sonadow-yuffie.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://sonadow-yuffie.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sonadow_yuffie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I are even going to cosplay together~!! &amp;lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. What do you do before bedtime?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the timespan between 3 and 7am still counts as 'bedtime', I mostly read fanfictions and listen to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I don't believe in God, b) I don't believe in that kind of bonds/relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. What is the city of your dreams and why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naples is already 'the city of my dreams' in many ways, and although I haven't been there yet, I'm pretty sure Tokyo would get to share the title--&lt;i&gt;a city where people enjoy themselves even as they walk to their own destruction&lt;/i&gt;, was it? Well, I think Neapolitans are all at least a bit like that, *nods* &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; am like that--that's the spirit of this city where I was born and grew up, so, living this way has become necessary to me like breathing. &lt;small&gt;Ah, my teacher always used to say that even through the centuries, we Neapolitans have never forgotten our Greek origins, preferring an Epicurean life style to the strict Roman standards till nowadays~ *nerdy moment/end*&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, mh, I need places where the past is still around me--old buildings, monuments, statues, etc--and yet there must be also chaos and noises and a urban culture/way of living which belongs to that place only, if that makes sense. :O I'd love to consider Naples and Tokyo both as 'home' one day, though I really want to travel incessantly, never staying in the same place for too long--that's probably one of the main aims of my life~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Are you an introvert or extrovert?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely an introvert (and often, that's the reason friends fight with me, because they think I'm too 'distant'), although I don't really act like one~ The point is, I can talk for hours, and manage to say nothing at all about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. What is one sexual experience you wish you could have/or wish you had?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes~!! *enthusiastic tone* You know, I really want to do xxx and then xyz - and don't forget about making some wxy too! in a *insert random public place here*~ &amp;lt;333 *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Do you trust easily?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever trusted someone completely, except once, a long time ago. And no, I'm not paranoid, I just don't feel that close to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on loving that person and do my best to support them and become their closest friend--I'd just want to be important for that person, maybe more than anyone else, and that doesn't mean I have necessarily to be their girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;My way of loving is very selfish: I'm not jealous, and even if I were loved back I'd still allow that person to have other relationships--I don't really care about that, as long as I know I am the one they feel they can rely on, or, most importantly, as long as they &lt;i&gt;let me&lt;/i&gt; love them. I can't stand it when people try to meddle with my own feelings. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adults? &lt;strike&gt;Like always.&lt;/strike&gt; D: Mmmh~ jokes aside, Hika can be a bit upset or angry or disappointed and a lot of other things, but I don't think I've actually felt any sadness in a long while. But, that doesn't necessarily mean I'm happy instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. What is your best quality?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't really know--I'm stubborn and never, ever surrender to anyone or anything? &lt;small&gt;Hika likes to do only what she feels like doing~&lt;/small&gt; But I don't really know if others would see it as my 'best quality'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Is being tagged fun?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-Maybe...? O_ò&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. How do you see yourself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. I am someone I can cope and live with. XD; And, also, my own worst enemy--I'm not competitive at all, you see, in fact, I don't care in the slightest about what others do, and if I strive for better results when it comes to things/activities I love, it's only because I want to improve myself. Yeah, I like challenging myself &lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt;, and I'm never afraid to lose because I believe even then I'd still have a lesson to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I, er, have been tagged by three people, I think we can skip this question...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Would you rather be single &amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'd rather finish university, get a job I like and that has me meet many different people. As long as there are people around me that, for a reason or another, I like I don't care about being single; as for the money, I just want enough to travel from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. How many children do you want to have, if any?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least two. &amp;lt;3 And, it would be cool if they were twins~ just because, you know, my grandma had twins, and my mother didn't, and so, apparently, &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; could have them. :D And I wouldn't really mind having children in a few years~~ &lt;small&gt;And stop looking at me like that! I'm good with children! Everyone says that! *utter silence* ...I swear!!&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. What's better to give or to receive?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give. &amp;lt;3 Because I don't like the idea of myself/my happiness depending somehow on others and, yes, I'm one of those people who thinks that even when you do something for a loved one it's just to please yourself in the end--don't you feel all warm and, glad?, when you see someone smile because of &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already very-very difficult for Hika to get attached to someone, so I don't really think that could happen to me, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Would you have 100% safe sex with a stranger for $10,000,000?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If said stranger is good-looking, yes, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20: What were your parents going to name you if you'd been born the opposite gender?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name I use (I have four *gets shot*) would have stayed, only in its masculine form--actually, my mother had promised this doctor she'd give his name to her &lt;i&gt;son&lt;/i&gt;, but then she evidently decided to use it regardless of the fact I wasn't a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, uhm, as for the tagging-thing, I believe almost everyone in my f-list did this already? But I really want &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='deepseer' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://deepseer.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://deepseer.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;deepseer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sonadow_yuffie' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sonadow-yuffie.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://sonadow-yuffie.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sonadow_yuffie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do this. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT.&lt;/b&gt; Just adding another meme, because I can? &lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/chinese/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The High Priestess&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Science, Wisdom, Knowledge, Education.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The High Priestess is the card of knowledge, instinctual, supernatural, secret knowledge. She holds scrolls of arcane information that she might, or might not reveal to you. The moon crown on her head as well as the crescent by her foot indicates her willingness to illuminate what you otherwise might not see, reveal the secrets you need to know. The High Priestess is also associated with the moon however and can also indicate change or fluxuation, particularily when it comes to your moods.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Hika at work. &amp;lt;3</title>
    <published>2008-07-02T00:43:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-02T01:17:12Z</updated>
    <category term="tokyo babylon"/>
    <category term="x/1999"/>
    <category term="fanart"/>
    <category term="seishirouxsubaru"/>
    <content type="html">Lalalala~ (for a change) I was bored and I had nothing to do, so I glanced at my sketchbook, and after five minutes of crappy pencil &lt;i&gt;plus&lt;/i&gt; crappy skills at work, this came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a138/Hikarihime/?action=view&amp;amp;current=seisubsketch2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a138/Hikarihime/seisubsketch2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I made it for a fanart meme. Maybe I'll finish it tomorrow and get it posted. Maybe. *sighs* &lt;strike&gt;AND NOTICE THE CRAPPINESS OF IT ALL! THE PENCIL, THE PENCIL! HOW I HATE THAT PENCIL!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if you're brave enough, there's a bonus for you. I made this last winter, after reading an interesting drabble by &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='a_white_rain' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://a-white-rain.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://a-white-rain.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;a_white_rain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but never got around to ink it. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a138/Hikarihime/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SIH_SKETCH-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a138/Hikarihime/SIH_SKETCH-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, ah, I've meant to say this for a while, but I think I found the ultimate SeixSub song. XD Just check out Within Temptation's &lt;i&gt;What have you done&lt;/i&gt;--it's PERFECT. *___*;</content>
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    <title>It's raining ficlets~~</title>
    <published>2008-06-29T18:56:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-29T18:56:23Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfics"/>
    <category term="tokyo babylon"/>
    <category term="x/1999"/>
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    <content type="html">Today Hika found out she couldn't do what she originally meant to do, and so she decided to do some writing exercise. &amp;lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Tokyo Babylon &amp; X/1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Eternal Melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sute_hikahika' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sute-hikahika.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://sute-hikahika.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sute_hikahika&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; SeshirouxSubaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; Nothing a SeishirouxSubaru fan can't handle~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; Seishirou and Subaru aren't mine; neither are the songs I used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Remember the music meme everyone did at the KuroxFay comm? I've wanted to do it with Seishirou and Subaru for ages, so I decided I'd try today, but at some point I got tired (here the weather is so hot I'm going to evaporateee) and I stopped, and so you get less than ten drabbles/ficlets. Maybe there'll be more, I don't know. &lt;small&gt;And yes, I stole the title from something Sailor Moon-related, I think.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;{ . ETERNAL MELODY . }&lt;br /&gt;a SeixSub music meme (…more or less.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saigo no Kajitsu (Maaya Sakamoto) — 4:52&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a strange gentleness to this moment—deep, not quite hidden and yet shielded, protected by layers of lies and mistrust and crumbling self-confidence. It’s a soft feeling that envelops them in their first embrace, and it is so sweet it numbs their senses and leaves a bitter taste in their mouths.&lt;br /&gt;It feels misplaced, almost wrong, but it’s there, with them, and neither can or will do anything about it. They just stand still, savouring it with everything they’ve got: their time is running out, quickly, quickly, quickly, and they’ll never be able to get it back—just like they couldn’t get anything from this feeling before; from this warm aura that has always been there – with them, in them – and that they’re fully accepting only now that perhaps everything is lost—&lt;br /&gt;And passion is always intense and unconquerable, while its fruits are never the same as they change from time to time and from person to person—This embrace is the first and the last that they’ll ever savour, and it tastes just like the forbidden fruit of Eden: both worked hard to obtain it, and through its taste many things have become clear, though now not even truth is enough to promise them a happy life together.&lt;br /&gt;All around them, everything is crumbling away—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eden, instrumental version (L’Arc-en-Ciel) — 4 :13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city is submerged in water and the sky is clear—everything is painted in such a beautiful shade of blue: pale and yet strong, bright and gentle; it is the colour of emptiness and of unforgettable pain and deep hope for those who have been waiting for this. Their new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Subaru walks forward to this landscape and feels lighter, as if he’d left his body somewhere behind, finally free from the very last bonds which keep him still tied to this wounded Earth. Under his feet, a luscious green tapestry of leaves and flowers covers countless ruins of smashed buildings, creating the illusion of an hill coming to life in spring.&lt;br /&gt;A sudden gust of wind makes his eyes burn, but Subaru only raises his gaze higher for he wants to look at this reality and let himself be hurt by its beauty.&lt;br /&gt;There’s ruin everywhere: figments of what was and used to be, proofs that things will be different although they will start anew—the past can’t be erased but it has left its place to the future, and there’s hope in every piece of broken concrete or drop of water or in the pained eyes of those who have survived.&lt;br /&gt;There’s hope, and it’s making everything glow: everything is possible now. Heaven has descended upon Earth and Tokyo is the new Eden.&lt;br /&gt;Subaru closes his eyes and simply breathes—the air is so pure it makes his lungs burn and his head spin, and, really, this world is so beautiful, and the thought would probably make him cry, if he were still able to do so, because the perspective of happiness is so tangible, and yet he’s missing the only true key to it.&lt;br /&gt;Subaru reopens his eyes and stares into the sun until there are white spots obscuring his vision: he shall let go of this opportunity and live for the sake of the past, for it is the only thing that Seishirou has left him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maze (Velvet Eden) — 4 :11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seishirou’s face is a triangle with slightly rounded edges, and although his skin is not as pale as Subaru’s, it almost gleams against the black shadows of the night and his clothes. Greyish and soft volutes of smoke dance around it, half-complimenting, half-hiding his features, and Subaru has to stop himself from reaching out and make them dissolve with a wave of his hand. Probably, that’s why he feels oddly relieved when Seishirou suddenly decides to take off his sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;“To fight for the sake of humanity—”, the man starts, grinning and yet contemplative, “How can any of you believe in that? How can you fight for thousand and thousand of people who don’t even know about you and the risks you’re taking for them?”&lt;br /&gt;Subaru keeps silent, green eyes turning grey at the edges, sparkling and yet cold, fixed intently on Seishirou’s: one gold and the other white. And maybe it’s just the late hour, or the meals he’s skipped or simply his stupid, stupid naiveté that he’s never completely managed to leave behind, but for the briefest moment, Subaru can’t help thinking that Seishirou now looks just &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt;. Like something he can finally reach, touch—when actually nothing had ever been concrete in their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Seishirou is returning is gaze, smiling, and seems to be still expecting an answer. Fighting for the sake of humanity, Subaru thinks, Seishirou-san: you really know nothing of the horrible person I’ve become—But he just replies:&lt;br /&gt;“You would never understand,” and the words would sound poisonous, if only his voice had been firmer. Seishirou, though, is apparently satisfied; his smirk spreads, wider on his thin lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You would never understand&lt;/i&gt;—it’s true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the sky, Japanese version (Grandia II OST) – 3:05&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Subaru walks through the narrow corridor leading to Seishirou’s bed with tenseness rich and strongly embed in his shoulders; he’s sure his clenched knuckles are white, although he can’t see them beneath the shiny, black fabric of the gloves Hokuto-chan has handed him this morning.&lt;br /&gt;	He feels as though as he’s walking on a thin line, trying hard to keep his balance even if he knows he is eventually going to fall and break into pieces. And – he’s never been one prone to gambling, really, so this thought is a bit strange &lt;i&gt;but&lt;/i&gt; – the situation feels just like playing a dangerous game you know you are destined to lose anyhow, because everyone knows it’s the house that always wins, after all.&lt;br /&gt;	So Subaru is confused, and he can’t really, really understand, when Seishirou-san smiles at him, his—his eye shining with a light that is even softer than the usual gentle gleam Subaru already knows well. His mouth is dry as Seishirou takes his gloved hands into his and kisses their back.&lt;br /&gt;	“Congratulations,” the man says, “It seems you are actually the winner, Subaru-kun.”&lt;br /&gt;	And Subaru can’t really understand, or even try to for that matter, because his face is suddenly hot and his head feels light and aches all at once and and and—&lt;br /&gt;	As their gazes meet again, the beautiful image of white teeth and pink petals dancing in the wind flashes through Subaru’s mind, and he can’t still understand, just like he can’t get why is heart is beating so madly, dancing with unexplainable joy.</content>
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    <title>About young ladies with too much time on their hands.</title>
    <published>2008-06-28T14:36:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-28T14:36:14Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;...I'M ALIVE AT LAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FULLLLLLLLLLLLL OFFF JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hides shiny razor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, about the joy-thing, well, it's not exactly true &lt;strike&gt;but that's a long and boring story, and I will tell you about it another time&lt;/strike&gt;. BUT. I am &lt;i&gt;alive&lt;/i&gt; and. I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEE &lt;strike&gt;and I can now spend my happy, high school-free days, slicing throats and selling human flesh to creepy bakers&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I've still got to realize that I'm actually free. Yesterday, the first thing I did after getting home, was to throw away &lt;i&gt;every single piece of paper&lt;/i&gt; scribbled with numbers and scientific notions. Now, next thing I'm doing is SELLING EACH AND EVERY ONE OF MY TEXTBOOKS. And, of course, what I won't manage to sell is going to be set on fire. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing onto other matters. I shall devote myself to writing and DRAWING DOUJINSHI AND CRACKTASTIC STUFF. &lt;small&gt;And, speaking of crack, in the past days &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sonadow_yuffie' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sonadow-yuffie.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://sonadow-yuffie.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sonadow_yuffie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I have actually been working really, really hard through msn, you know. XD (Yuffie cara, non soccombere mai a ^_^ anche se i veterinari sono malvagi!)&lt;/small&gt; Anyhow, that's why I'm asking you: pleeease, check the AU100 prompt table and GIVE ME PROMPTS, dearest f-list. *shows puppy eyes* You can find it &lt;a href="http://sute-hikahika.livejournal.com/8997.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sute_hikahika:11939</id>
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    <title>Hello world.</title>
    <published>2008-06-25T11:57:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-25T18:04:27Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Monday's test went well for Hika--actually, a lot better than she thought, since a couple of questions were... uh, pretty much unexpected. &lt;small&gt;I got a 14/15~!!&lt;/small&gt; So, now I'm really-really supposed to study, since I only have two days before the last test, but. *cries* I don't want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to chat with people and. Write. Because I want to write. *gets shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is wonderfu~~l~!! *random*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;AND I SO NEED A JOOOB.&lt;/strike&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sute_hikahika:11662</id>
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    <title>Hika is feeling unusually productive.</title>
    <published>2008-06-24T12:15:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-25T09:20:18Z</updated>
    <category term="the hard life of a ficwriter"/>
    <content type="html">Hika wants to write. Badly. Like, her hands are itching and her brother being a bastard has nothing to do with it. D:&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of ideas--snippets for the AU100 challenge (I have even written some down, and I just need to type them), since I decided I'll be mostly writing short pieces to make some exercise and, who knows, if I feel like it, they could develop into something more consistent. Then, there's at least a couple of pieces--like, some characters' study/analysis that I meant to do for a long time annnnd. There's &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; thing with Kamui in which I &lt;i&gt;must&lt;/i&gt; write (the idea has been sitting in my empty, thick skull for a very, very, veeery long time, and, anyhow, it is &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; a threesome. NO. *shudders*). And I keep forgetting about the last part of &lt;i&gt;Forget me not&lt;/i&gt; (no pun intended, I swear), yes.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I want to finish that doujin I started around Christmas and I've also got ideas for a new one... *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;Everything shall be done after Friday morning &lt;strike&gt;right after I can finally say SAYONARA HIGH SCHOOL&lt;/strike&gt;. *nods*&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, since although I'm supposed to be studying for the last test and all, I can't stop thinking about fics and SeiSub, there's this idea which has been bothering for a really long time, and... f-list, I need your advice!! :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been ages since I thought about this, but... it seems the idea won't just leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; is just too strong.&lt;br /&gt;So, here I go: I want to write a fanfic where the main characters are two OCs. *hides* &lt;small&gt;I usually hate them, and I know I deserve to get shot for even thinking about it, buuut-- *breaks down into sobs*&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing goes like this: there's this guy - which we'll refer to as 'guy A' - who belongs to a minor-minor branch of the Sumeragi family and knows nothing about onmyoujitsu, etc, (I'm presuming here, that knowledge of the art is only passed through the very 'core' of the family and to those who show a certain amount of potential), and, well, guy A, still very young, is literally taken away from his family to be trained by an unwilling Subaru some years after an hypothetic X ending. As the years pass, though, guy A gradually forgets his family, and although he isn't happy about it, he also knows and admits he likes the quiet existence he's living now; of course, guy A knows almost nothing about Subaru's personal history, and often feels useless, or even like a third wheel, even though there is no one else living with them &lt;strike&gt;except for, of course, the memory of a certain assassin we all know that keeps haunting Subaru&lt;/strike&gt;. Anyhow, guy A is, if not happy, at least serene, till the day he meets guy B, who's looking for Subaru. To make it short, he's from the Sakurazuka family and needs to meet Subaru for obvious reasons. Thus, for a brief time, they live together, in a strange, uncomfortable atmosphere--&lt;br /&gt;So, that was the beginning. Actually, Subaru is supposed to disappear pretty soon, as the story should instead revolve around guy A and guy B, their relationship and their views on the world, on their roles and what has happened--and that's actually the need to understand and decide for themselves, instead of letting fate and their families lead them, which will bring them to seek out information on the events that took place back in 1999 and, consequently, their predecessors.&lt;br /&gt;As for why I'd like to write something like this... I find both Tokyo Babylon and X to be pretty thought-provoking, and, for some reason, my brain thinks this plot could help me express all of my opinions and doubts that these series - and life in general - have brought me to have. The same goes for the analysis of Seishirou and Subaru's characters (and their relationship too) that I'd like to develop in this fanfic... *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;Just know that, if I ever were to actually write it, I wouldn't post it to anywhere else than my journal: I think the fandom already has its pretty share of horrible OCs fics to deal with. So, thank you for reading. I'm waiting for your opinions/questions/etc (and, please, feel free to say &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; you think). &amp;lt;333</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sute_hikahika:11462</id>
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    <title>Everything is perfect~!</title>
    <published>2008-06-21T19:13:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-21T19:24:48Z</updated>
    <category term="the hard life of a ficwriter"/>
    <category term="school"/>
    <category term="tokyo babylon"/>
    <category term="x/1999"/>
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    <content type="html">Lalalala~ Enjoying (??) a short pause in between the exams~ (actually, Hika is supposed to study for Monday's interdisciplinary test, buut XD)&lt;br /&gt;The Italian test went well~ &lt;small&gt;I actually got the highest score, and that's a lot, especially considering that almost everyone else got low-low marks, &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; that the teacher, who is one of the outsiders, has been glaring at me for the whole time--maybe it was because of my Superman shirt, or it was the hariclips or the fact that I smiled or or or I don't knowww! x.x;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as for Greek... uwaaah. It was &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; easy! XD I even got complimented for my translation! XD;&lt;br /&gt;...So, I phoned my Latin&amp;Greek teacher who told me about all of this, and he also said that my total score is actually one of the highest, and that, if I keep going like this, I'll get a 90 or more~ Ahhh, and to think that Hika hasn't been studying &lt;i&gt;at all&lt;/i&gt; while everyone is going crazy here. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, passing onto more pleasant matters, I bring you FANART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a138/Hikarihime/?action=view&amp;amp;current=seisub_lexa3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a138/Hikarihime/seisub_lexa3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Seishirou-san... then, I'm off to school!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just wait a second..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...A new day starts, in a life which could have been.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tilderific' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tilderific.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tilderific.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tilderific&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; requested TB!fluff, and I had drawn an entirely different thing, but it seemed to lack any feeling and. Then I was listening to some songs I associate with them, and &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; came out. It's just a sketch, badly cleaned and roughly coloured, but I still don't have a tablet and my skills are poor. D: &lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a138/Hikarihime/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SEISUB_LEXA.jpg"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; you can see the original version, if you like, but I prefer the edited pic because the fading colours suit much better the idea of 'what if'--methinks.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I don't even know if this can be considered fluff anymore. *dies* I still hope &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tilderific' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tilderific.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tilderific.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tilderific&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will enjoy it, though. D:</content>
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    <title>*INSERT TITLE HERE*</title>
    <published>2008-06-17T11:21:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-17T11:59:48Z</updated>
    <category term="state exams chronicles"/>
    <category term="school"/>
    <category term="saint seiya"/>
    <category term="hyogaxshun"/>
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    <content type="html">BEHOLD MY NEW, AWESOME LAYOUT MADE BY &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tilderific' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tilderific.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tilderific.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tilderific&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UWAAAAAAAAAAH. EXAMS ARE STARTING TOMORROWWWWWWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;GJKIGHIOSDHNCFOIGASUFVB!!! TOMORROW &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;'M STARTING WITH STATE EXAMS! &lt;strike&gt;WHEN DID I GET SO OLD, EXACTLY???!!! DDD:&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIKA IS FULL OF ENERGY AND IMPATIENT AAANDDD. IT'S SO STRANGE, THINKING THAT I'M GOING TO BE TOGETHER WITH MY WHOLE CLASS AGAIN &lt;i&gt;TO TAKE TESTS ONCE AGAIN.&lt;/i&gt; UHHH. MAYBE IT'S JUST ME BEING STRANGE, BBBBUUUT. I DO REALLY SEE EXAMS AS NOTHING MORE THAN A FORMALITY AND SO I KIND OF FEEL LIKE I'M ALREADY FINISHED WITH HIGH SCHOOL AND AND AND, YOU KNOWWW, I FEEL JUST LIKE TOMORROW'S GOING TO BE ONE OF THESE REUNIONS AFTER TEN-OR-SO-YEARS AFTER GRADUATION AND UUUHMMM. IT'S SO STRANGE! AHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD. THEY'RE ALREADY TALKING ABOUT EXAMS ON THE NEWWWSSS. THEY DO THIS EVERY YEAR AND I KNOW TOMORROW, WHILE I'LL BE CURSING THE IDIOT WHO CAME UP WITH THE ABSOLUTELY UNINSPIRING PROMPTS&amp;CO.(BECAUSE, IT HAPPENS, LIKE, &lt;i&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/i&gt;), MY PARENTS (AND POSSIBLY MY BROTHER TOO) WILL BE AT HOME, WATCHING THE NEWS THAT WILL BE ALL ABOUT THE EXAMS AND WHICH PROMPTS WERE GIVEN THIS YEAR &lt;small&gt;BECAUSE, YES, THEY'RE THE SAME FOR THE WHOLE COUNTRY&lt;/small&gt;--!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a138/Hikarihime/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hyoshu.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a138/Hikarihime/hyoshu.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Honestly, I didn't do things like this, not even when I still played with dolls. &lt;small&gt;And I know the cut text was possibly the longest and incoherent you've ever seen...&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I SHALL GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...AND &lt;i&gt;SKETCH FANARTS YOU PROBABLY WON'T EVEN EVER SEE&lt;/i&gt;!!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sute_hikahika:10714</id>
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    <title>Meme again + TRC rant.</title>
    <published>2008-05-22T13:01:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-23T11:48:27Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">So~ After going to bed and sleeping for barely an hour, mother-dearest came to wake me up, but~ the thought of going to school bothered me so much that I just decided to stay home. Just like yesterday. And before I start searching for something readable, I've decided to post a new meme + my much awaited (really?) opinions on the latest TRC chapters~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Bold the anime you've seen pretty much every episode of&lt;br /&gt;* Italic the anime you've seen at least one or two episodes of&lt;br /&gt;* Underline the titles you've read the manga of&lt;br /&gt;* Add in any anime/manga that isn't already on the list!&lt;br /&gt;* Post your answers!&lt;br /&gt;* Taken from &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='daydreamer64' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://daydreamer64.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://daydreamer64.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;daydreamer64&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;small&gt;(I admit I couldn't stop adding titles 8D I'm such an hopeless otaku~~)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;i&gt;DN Angel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;u&gt;Fruits Basket&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ouran High School Host Club&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;i&gt;Bleach&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Naruto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;i&gt;Full Metal Panic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Clannad&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;i&gt;Cowboy Bebop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;u&gt;xxxHolic&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cardcaptor Sakura&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;b&gt;Pokémon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Full Metal Alchemist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;u&gt;Air Gear&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. KimiKiss Pure Rouge&lt;br /&gt;15. The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;b&gt;Code Geass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Air&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Loveless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;i&gt;Trigun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Initial D&lt;br /&gt;21. Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;i&gt;Wolf’s Rain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;b&gt;Gravitation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inuyasha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. H2O ~Footprints in the Sand~&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sailor Moon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Elfen Lied&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;u&gt;Meine Liebe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Strawberry Panic&lt;br /&gt;31. Kanon 2006&lt;br /&gt;32. Peach Girl&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;i&gt;Trinity Blood&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;i&gt;Persona Trinity Soul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;i&gt;One Piece&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;u&gt;Ayashi No Ceres&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Prince of Tennis&lt;br /&gt;38. Ah! My Goddess&lt;br /&gt;39. Rozen Maiden&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Death Note&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Ai Yori Aoshi&lt;br /&gt;42. Gunslinger Girl&lt;br /&gt;43. Love Hina&lt;br /&gt;44. Weiss Kreuz&lt;br /&gt;45. School Rumble&lt;br /&gt;46. Hunter x Hunter&lt;br /&gt;47. Romeo x Juliet&lt;br /&gt;48. Lucky Star&lt;br /&gt;49. Fate/Stay Night&lt;br /&gt;50. Blood +&lt;br /&gt;51. &lt;u&gt;Angelic Layer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;u&gt;Chobits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Clover&lt;br /&gt;54. &lt;i&gt;CLAMP School Detectives&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. &lt;u&gt;Gouhou (Legal) Drug&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. &lt;u&gt;Kobato&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. &lt;u&gt;RG Veda&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Suki Dakara Suki&lt;br /&gt;59. &lt;u&gt;Tokyo Babylon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;X/1999&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;u&gt;Wish&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. &lt;u&gt;Boys Next Door&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;b&gt;Digimon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Tenchi in Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;65. Spider Riders&lt;br /&gt;66. &lt;i&gt;Tokyo Mew Mew&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. &lt;u&gt;Ludwig Kakumei&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;u&gt;Count Cain saga (God Child included)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;u&gt;Dogs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saint Seiya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rose of Versailles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. &lt;u&gt;Wild Adapter&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yami no Matsuei&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saiyuki&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. &lt;u&gt;Madness&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Karekano&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Petshop of Horrors&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bus Gamer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kaze to Ki no Uta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. &lt;b&gt;Jigoku Shoujo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. &lt;b&gt;Welcome to the NHK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. &lt;b&gt;Ghost Hound&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Angel Sanctuary&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. &lt;u&gt;Saikano&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repost this in your journal! &lt;small&gt;And, please, note that I don't necessarily like every title that I've marked in any way~ &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;;;;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honestly, don't expect to read much here--most of what had to be said about the latest... developments has already been said, and I probably don't like this manga enough to make any theories anymore. Clamp has just let me down like... they dropped me from the rooftop of some super-high skyscraper. DDD:&lt;br /&gt;I mean, although I've read most of their works during the past year, I've never been - and never will be - a &lt;i&gt;Clamp fan&lt;/i&gt;. Okay, I like &lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt; some of their manga--to the point of actually obsessing over them, but, honestly? It's not like I think they're the brightest mangaka the world has ever known. Does the word 'plotholes' suggest anything to any of you? And, sometimes, I find their stories... pointless. Take for example Angelic Layer--I originally bought it thinking it'd be some shounen about battles between dolls, etc, kind of like Medabots, if you know what I'm talking about, but~ it simply turned out in a bunch of gags with no real plot. D: I don't mean to be offensinve or anything like that and I respect those who like what I don't--I'm just trying to be objective here, really.&lt;br /&gt;I've been first told about Tsubasa only a short while after it had been released in Japan and Clamp fans were already waiting for someone to translate it~ A friend told me enthusiastically: "They're drawing this new manga where the main character is Shaoran, and he must get back all of Sakura's memories in order to save her life!", a detailed though squeaky description of the infamous tube!scene followed, together with the great announcement that other characters from other famous Clamp works were to make their appearence too. I, who at the time had only watched CCS and Rayearth, and refused to read TB and X, was very little excited about the whole thing. I told her, "Well, I hope they both die," - because I've never been able to stand either Sakura or Shaoran. &lt;small&gt;Or anyone else from the CCS cast, except for Ruby Moon.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years went by, TRC was released here and fangirls started to post spoilerfics--it was Kurogane and Fay who got me hooked. And from there I fell in love with Seishirou and Subaru, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;I do buy each volume as it is released (mainly because my brother reads it too), but, obviously, I read each scanlated chapter as it is released. Until I got to Acid Tokyo, I didn't really know what to think about it: it looked like the usual adventure story where the main character goes on a quest to save his beloved and everyone gets their happily-ever-after in the end. Then, things become interesting, and I fell for the deep (although sudden) characterization, even for those characters I didn't like--Sakura's determination to get back Shaoran, for example. And I loved the clone!twist too--it was so cruelly awesome~ The whole manga was awesome till they left Nihon. Sure, the thing about FWR altering Fay's memories to get him to feel guilty let me a bit down (yes, I do care about details like this one), but still. I also liked how they developed Fay and Kurogane's relationship--making them both 'grow' and become better people without making it sugary-sugary and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously died when Sakura said she was a clone too. DUN DUN DUUUN. But, &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt; I could have gotten over this too, if Shaoran (and everyone else) hadn't started behaving like nothing had happened &lt;strike&gt;and no clones where hurt in the process of Clamp making more money&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now I honestly read TRC just for the sub-plot regarding twins and hunters. I want to know the story behind it, I want to see Subaru and Seishirou not quite getting an happy ending (I don't dare hoping so much), but at least not dying at each other's hand. D: So, it's probably useless to say, now, that when chapter 190 came out I was merely waiting for the S/S cover, rather than for the chapter itself. I'm really-really curious to see how will their story entwine with Shaoran's. I don't think Seishirou is in anyway linked to FWR (it sounds just as creepy as him getting orders from a cherry trees--sorry, but I see him as a much more indipendent person than that D:). Unless he can obtain something by helping Mr. Buttchin~ Ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I'm not even sure TRC!Shaoran is really CCS!Shaoran's son. I mean, I hope it isn't, not really for the whole psuedo-incest thing, but because it's just stupid--a son being practically his father's clone? &lt;small&gt;(Although Clamp did this already with Kurogane... *massive sweatdrop*)&lt;/small&gt; Still...&lt;br /&gt;...who am I even trying to convince with this? As disturbing as it may be (yes the RESEMBLANCE bothers me to no end), it would kind of make sense-- TRC!Shaoran comes to Clow Country, where he meets his 'special person' and lives with her for a long time (doesn't he say to Mokona that he's always been with Sakura?), then, for some dramatic reason caused by FWR, he needs to 'give up' the time he's spent in Clow with Sakura and wait for the time when he'll get back his place (much to Cloney's dismay) to go and save her. Clow, and probably Fujitaka too, had to know about this and decided to impersonate respectively Sakura's and Shaoran's father in order to have everything go smoothly and give real!Shaoran a chance to save the princess and defeat FWR. That's, at least, what Hika thinks. As stupid as it is. D°:&lt;br /&gt;At this rate I only hope they won't sacrifice uselessly Fay or Kurogane &lt;strike&gt;or Seishirou or Subaru's already non-existent happiness&lt;/strike&gt; to make the end look partially angsty (because, for some reason, I'm now convinced that Sakura and Shaoran will get married and have tons of &lt;strike&gt;clones of themselves&lt;/strike&gt; childern to repopulate Clow country after FWR's evil deeds. After all, incest is just fine in Clamp Land! XDDD).&lt;br /&gt;That said, let's hope this stupid Shaoran's flashback is going to end soon and let us finally know more about Seishirou and Subaru.</content>
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    <title>More school. And meme.</title>
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    <content type="html">Nyah. At the end of high school, students first get their final grades to know if they’re actually allowed to take the state exams. Then, after a pause of a couple weeks (more or less) said exams begin. They’re structured like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day #1 [06.18]&lt;/b&gt; – &lt;i&gt;Italian test.&lt;/i&gt; You’ve got six hours to develop one of the different prompts (which are all about different types of texts—from analyzing a certain piece taken from a certain poem/novel/etc to writing a newspaper article or an essay with the help of a dossier) &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; copy it &lt;i&gt;completely&lt;/i&gt;, with the neatest handwriting you can manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day #2 [06.19]&lt;/b&gt; – &lt;i&gt;Greek translation&lt;/i&gt;. Actually, day #2 test changes according to the type of high school—in mine, since we mainly focus on humanistic subjects, it’s translating lo~ng, quite random extrapolations from either Greek or Latin classics. Time given to complete everything: four hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pause.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day #3 [06.23]&lt;/b&gt; – &lt;i&gt;Multi-subject quiz&lt;/i&gt;. This seems to be the test where most students get the lowest score, but~ since this year the subjects (History, English Literature, Latin Literature and Astronomy) are all pretty easy, I think I could even get 15/15 on this. &lt;small&gt;After all, except for Astronomy, I &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; the highest marks in these subjects already. D:&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quiz is made up of four questions—one for each subject, obviously—and students are usually given a 15-20 lines limit for each reply. Time limit: two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lo~~~ng pause.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;small&gt;Actually, I think this is just about making the suspence grow—teachers themselves are so bored by state exams they probably hope the most anxious students will die from a heart-stroke at some point and lessen their workload.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day #4 [date has yet to be decided]&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Oral exam&lt;/i&gt;. Apparently the most feared part of this stressing, never-ending and, on my humble opinion, completely useless, hellish (hey, it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; hot when exams take place, after all) trial. During day #1, a letter is randomly picked up—the students whose surname starts with that letter will be the first being examined on day #4. Usually, no more than five students are tested in a day—classes are thus divided in groups and the order is purely alphabetical (though two or more students can swap places, if teachers agree with it).&lt;br /&gt;Each student will present to the teachers an essay that, starting from a certain theme, will touch as many subject as possible. For example, my theme is ‘Truth and Language’, as in, the difficulty or the actual impossibility to find an objective truth and communicate it through language; after picking this theme, I had to choose a topic for almost each subject which could actually relate to it. Of course, discussing the essay is only the beginning—after a short while, teachers will start making questions on their own. Incidentally, since reading an essay from every single student requires a lot of time, this year we’ve been allowed to just make a conceptual map with a few, brief explanations concerning the theme/topic links we made.&lt;br /&gt;Usually, the discussion doesn’t last much more than thirty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, some of the teachers that will be examining us are from other high schools—that’s meant to guarantee that no one will fail just because their teachers can’t stand them or anything like that, but~ everyone doubts it does really work. &lt;small&gt;In my class there are two students who have failed exams last year just because of a certain teachers, and the outsiders did nothing to help, so…&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, coming from other schools, are: the Math&amp;Physics teacher, the Sciences (Astronomy) teacher, the Italian teacher. We should get their names (and thus become able to further investigate :D) before this week ends. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I’m not scared or nervous. I know what I can and what I can’t do, what I know and what I don’t. Now, if our teacher has done an horrible work and no one in my class knows nothing about Physics, what’s the point in getting all paranoid about it? Take it easy, guys. Let’s do our best. That’s all. I hate it when I see some of my classmates getting all worked up only to get high grades. I think it’s really squalid—to study for the sake of that rather than for yourself. There’s a couple of them who’s constantly trying to challenge me, and I wish they’d understand that the rivalry is one-sided and also ridiculous. The rest of the class, instead, is cheering for me to get 100/100. Honestly, I appreciate the thought, even if it embarrasses me a bit when they talk about it and, seriously, I know I can’t get such a high score—nor I’m interested in this kind of things (and, no, I’m not trying to be modest—as I’ve already explained, I know what I can and what I can’t do). I’d be happy to get even the minimum—the only thing I want is to get out from that damned place ASAP, and start uni and dedicate myself to the things I really love and like, so~ &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the thought of speaking-speaking-speaking of things I like (although it won’t be just about that) to people I don’t know, makes me feel almost enthusiastic—I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; challenges, trying to see how far I can get and how much I can improve~ hence, this will be the only thing about these stupid state exams I’ll be looking forward to~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting on something lighter &lt;strike&gt;and even more stupid!!&lt;/strike&gt;, here comes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Let others know a little more about yourself, repost this with your name followed by "ology". Stolen from &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='daydreamer64' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://daydreamer64.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://daydreamer64.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;daydreamer64&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TECHNOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is your wallpaper on your computer?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; TB!Seishirou&amp;Subaru. A truly pretty, yet heartwrenching thing by the amazing &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tilderific' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tilderific.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tilderific.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tilderific&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How many televisions you have in your house?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Four. I have none in my room, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Q. Are you right-handed or left-handed?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Right-handed, but I still use my left hand when doing nailart~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever had anything removed from your body?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Two teeth, when I was little-little. They just wouldn’t fall off and the new teeth had already started growing &lt;i&gt;behind&lt;/i&gt; them. I was so scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is the last heavy item you lifted?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; It must have been really a long ago, since I’m lazy and my schoolbag is empty except for a pen, some paper to draw/write, my purse and cellphone and the novel I’m currently reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever been knocked out?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; No, but I did faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHITOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Q. If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Yes. So I could be sure to realize my dreams before death prevents me even from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If you could change your name, what would you change it to?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; I wouldn’t. I think I’d just erase the other three names I’ve got. The one I use fits me, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What color do you think looks best on you?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Red/lilac/black. I’ve been told so. Anyhow, I still like shocking pink better. &amp;lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever swallowed a non-food item?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Yeahyeahyeaaaah. When I was a child, I ate a piece of paper after watching &lt;i&gt;Belle and the Beast&lt;/i&gt; and seeing a sheep doing it. :DDD I even swallowed chewing-gum a couple times, though I did not want to. &lt;small&gt;I thought I was going to choke and die~&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAREOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you kiss a member of the same sex for $100?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Of course. *shrugs* &lt;strike&gt;If she’s cute I could even do it for free, if asked to.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for $200,000?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you never blog again for $50,000&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; I don’t blog often, but~ I don’t know if I could actually resist from doing it all my life~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you pose naked in a magazine for $250,000?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; No, mostly because, I wouldn’t like being recognized by hordes of people I don’t even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; I think I would. *likes very spicy food*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you, without fear of punishment, take a human life for $1,000,000?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; No, and it’s not a matter of morals either—I just have no right to decide for another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMBOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is in your left pocket?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; My current pants have no pockets. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is Napoleon Dynamite actually a good movie?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; I didn’t even know a movie called like that existed, up until now. O_ò&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have hardwood or carpet in your house?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Hardwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you sit or stand in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Stand. I miss having a bathtub, though~~ ;___;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many pairs of flip flops do you own?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Will you hate my foreign self forever, if I tell you I don’t know what you’re talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last person who texted you?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Luciana—one of my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last person who called you?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Carmen. Another classmate~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; I don’t really know—though I mostly hate physical contact, I randomly hug a lot of people, just for the sake of annoying/molesting them. Anyhow, it was probably my little brother~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Q: Number?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Three. Come on. It’s the perfect number and &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; was born on 10/3. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Season?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Fall. &amp;lt;333 And I’m rather fond of early spring, too. But fall &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; every other season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Color?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Shocking pink and fluo green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Q: Missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Mood?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Annoyed/bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Listening to?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Kaya and Plastic Tree. &amp;lt;33333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Watching?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; The monitor…? O__ò;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Worrying about?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Uhm. Well. It’s not in my nature to worry over something. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Wearing?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Pyjamas~ &lt;small&gt;Ahhh, the UK spellinggggg~~&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOMOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Q: First place you went this morning?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What can you not wait to do?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Free myself from high-school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you smile often?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Always, regardless of the situation and context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; I’m not shy and I like being polite, so I can virtually chat for a long time, but~ since I get bored easily, if I don’t like them, I’ll just ditch the other person. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. I just realized I need to make myself some decent icons. &lt;strike&gt;And why do I feel the sudden urge to read ItaSasu doujins when I don't even read Naruto??!!&lt;/strike&gt;</content>
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    <title>Random update &amp;lt;333</title>
    <published>2008-05-20T02:03:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-22T01:57:52Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Yay. It's very late (really??) and I should go to bed, but I've decided I must post and so here I am. &lt;strike&gt;Furthermore, the nailpolish I put on is still quite fresh and I don't want to ruin my hard work by going to bed~&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However~ *clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;During the past week, I've been thinking a lot about many things (which, of course, are all pretty trivial, but, hey, what did you expect from me??), and I've thus come up with the following list(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;{ . M I S C . }&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I] I do really, really hope that tomorrow buses and trains will work regularly, because today they didn't. At all. Drivers and all those who are employed at the public transport service refused to work today because of the rubbish~ (which brings me to point two)&lt;br /&gt;II] As you probably know from the news, Naples is submerged in rubbish. Wheee. Actually, before it was just in the outskirts and in the little towns around here, but now there are &lt;i&gt;mountains&lt;/i&gt; of it everywhere, and people have been protesting, throwing it across the streets and on the rails to prevent cars and trains from working normally~ Today the trash in front of my flat has been removed since there's an hospital and all, but now that summer is approaching things will only get worse.&lt;br /&gt;III] Yes, here we do protest &lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt;. XD Not only workers or adults, but students too! It happens, sometimes, that we would block all the entrances to school so that the headmaster and the teachers couldn't get in, and refuse to leave for days~~ X3 Just saying 'cause I don't think this happens a lot outside Italy and a couple of other European countries. A friend from the U.S. was shocked when I first told her about this, but~ I actually think it's good that people fight for their rights and ideals~&lt;br /&gt;IV] Today, because of the troubles I already spoke of, almost no one came to school (I did, though, 'cause my smart-smart brother called home and asked dad to come pick and bring us to school by car), and our Sciences teacher started blabbing about the mountains of rubbish too. "At least today it should rain!", she said, "The streets will get a little bit clean, now!", and she looked so happy because of this, and I though she is so stupid, because if the rubbish actually gets soaked, it will only rot more quickly and I don't really know if that would be really so great. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;{ . F A N F I C S . E T . S I M I L I A . }&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I] I want to write, I seriously want to. But I need to feel less apathetic. I need to write SeixSub, especially since I've got even more ideas than before... DDD: School is killing my brain. I hate it. Hateithateithateithateiiiiiiiiiit.&lt;br /&gt;II] I also want to finish that SeixSub doujin I started before Xmas. And maybe start a new one once I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;III] I want to start a webcomic revolving around an hikikomori. I want to make it as realistic as possible and. Uhm. Once I wanted to become a mangaka, you know? Then I found out &lt;strike&gt;I'm too lazy for it&lt;/strike&gt; you can't draw manga if you aren't Japanese, so bleh.&lt;br /&gt;IV] I need to start that SeixSub painting for the Yaoicos (the name has been changed from Yaoicon to Yaoicos, apparently) fanart contest! I want to draw them wearing kimonos and make it look as Klimt-like as possible~ (can I even do something like that?)&lt;br /&gt;V] I need to finish my entry for the Spring challenge as soon as I get home from school. I didn't realize deadline was today till I got a glance at my cellphone display, like, &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;. Hope I'll manage it. If I won't... well, I'll still post it as soon as it's finished.&lt;br /&gt;VI] Repeating myself: I wanna write SeixSub fics. So, I'm bringing a copy of the AU100 prompt table with me at school~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;{ . C O S P L A Y . }&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I] This summer I'd better learn to sew clothes myself, or else it's death, with all the projects I want to start. D:&lt;br /&gt;II] Lau-chan and I are doing Hokuto and Subaru at the next Romics (first week-end in October). The outfits are actually beautiful, so it's truly a shame we didn't get them in time for the Comicon cosplay challenge~&lt;br /&gt;III] Lau-chan says she wants us to go as X!Subaru and Seishirou to Yaoicos, since the outfits can be quickly thrown together~ but, I don't have a black suit right now, and although I'll have to buy one for my Seishirou cosplay later, I don't want to rush things nor do I have the money for it (or for the white contact) right now. I did even write something for a short skit, but, really, I don't think this can be done so easily as Lau thinks~ é___è;;&lt;br /&gt;IV] Moreover, cosplaying Seishirou on the very beginning of June is SUICIDE. Even if I don't wear the coat.&lt;br /&gt;V] We met some X cosplayers back at Comicon, and 'Arashi' gave me her msn contact, saying we could make one large Clamp group for the next Lucca Comics &amp; Games (takes place in November and is the biggest Italian con), and I've been thinking that we could do TRC, since I've wanted to cosplay TRC!Seishirou forever, and there are enough characters~ 'gotta ask her as soon as we get to talk~&lt;br /&gt;VI] I also &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; to do a God Child cosplay. Don't know when, though. I shall recruit other fans and try. ;___; Jezebel was the first character I've ever wanted to cosplay, so I just &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; to do this~~&lt;br /&gt;VII] I want to cosplay Shun (Saint Seiya) too. I'd even be okay with the everyday clothes version, for now. I could do him if I'm to stay for more than a day in Lucca~ However, next year I've got to do him properly (and maybe, Hades too) and find a way to make the Andromeda cloth myself. D: Aron from StS Lost Canvas is lovely too, but Shun comes first. é__è;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to bed since it's 4:00 am, and although school finishes around eleven, I've still got to get up early... *sweatdrop* Can't wait for this torture to finish once and for all. =o=;</content>
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    <title>Hika's lazy~~ (2)</title>
    <published>2008-05-12T01:19:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-20T00:59:50Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I've wanted to post something since... well, it was quite a whi~~le ago. I've even written a Comicon report with pics (except that it is not finished yet. After two weeks or more or I don't even know, because I'm so losing track of time...), but never got around to &lt;strike&gt;finish&lt;/strike&gt; post it. Ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I] I'm bored. Yes, I still am. But my life has gotten a bit less messy, and my routine is now somewhat acceptable. I'm almost done with all the oral tests, and I hope to finish with them soon, so that I can stop going to school at least one week before May ends.&lt;br /&gt;II] Just to explain things a little better--here school actually finishes around 6/10, but everyone - and I mean, &lt;i&gt;every Italian student&lt;/i&gt; - won't really go anymore after 5/31. Now, I want to extabilish a new record, just because it is the last year and attending classes bores me to death.&lt;br /&gt;III] I'm so bored I spend each period by drawing/studying for tests, so that I won't have to do it at home for the next day, or just ask my teacher to be tested on that very day--I'm very quick. In less than a couple hours I can make up for all the homework I didn't do in months and get great marks too &lt;strike&gt;and that's why teachers can do &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt; to make me pay for my I-only-do-as-I-please attitude, bwahahah&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;IV] Anyhow, when I don't draw or study, I skip classes--like: "Hey, I need to go to the toilet~!!" *goes out at period beginning and never comes back till one/two hours later* Sometimes, I also go buy books/art supplies and then come back to the courtyard &lt;strike&gt;where I just sit/lie down on a bench and relax under the sun&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;V] I &lt;b&gt;need&lt;/b&gt; to find another job. I don't care about which kind of job. Anything is fine as long as I get enough money to get through summer in return. é____è;;;;&lt;br /&gt;VI] I'm not worried about state exams. Seriously. I trust myself, I know what I can and what I can't do, I'm not obsessing over getting 100/100--I just want this to finish. I just want to be free from this stupid high school. So, I only wish my classmates would stop having nervous break-downs everyday simply at the mention of the exams. I mean, hey, they're noisy!&lt;br /&gt;VII] I wish my Italian teacher would stop stressing me too. She's practically worrying for my final essay and my exams in my place. Everyone says, she loves me, but I don't really care 'bout getting an eight or a nine or even a ten in her subject--I discovered I loathe studying Literature, although I love writing. Too irrational, sentimental and a lot of other things I don't like at all. I told all of this to her too, but it seems she won't just understand.&lt;br /&gt;VIII] I decided I'm going back to art school on October to take a 2D graphic course. And, I really want a tablet.&lt;br /&gt;IX] Tomorrow is going to rain, but~ actually, the wheather is warm-warm, and I fear for the moment it'll turn into &lt;i&gt;scorchingly hot&lt;/i&gt;. I hate summer. I swear I do.&lt;br /&gt;X] Tomorrow I'm also trying to skip last period so that I can go with Lau-chan to eat at the Chinese restaurant where we went, like, the day after we'd met each other for the first time *wipes away &lt;strike&gt;fake&lt;/strike&gt; tear*--ahhh, the memories. We even need to take the train to get there, but, for some reason... I think travelling all the way there is fun~~&lt;br /&gt;XI] And, &lt;i&gt;oh&lt;/i&gt;, we didn't cosplay. The outfits are beautiful, perfect, and everything. Pity is, they got home &lt;i&gt;too late&lt;/i&gt;. Our postal service is horrible, and the person who sewed them was a bit too careless... *sighs* You can still admire me in my decora outfit #1 &lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a138/Hikarihime/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hikaview.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, or Lau-chan fighting with me for my brand new!Infinity artbook &amp;lt;href=&amp;quot;http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a138/hikarihime/biotches.jpg&amp;quot;&amp;gt; on our way back home, on the train &lt;strike&gt;and yes, the pic was taken by a total stranger who pitied us&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;XII] I joined another group of cosplayers who wanted to pull together a large X group for a Con in November, of February 09 (it's yet to decide which we're going to attend), and everyone's from Milan (which is fa~r away from here), except for me and 'Subaru', who lives in another city in the North. Ah, as for me, I'm doing Seishirou, obviously. &lt;i&gt;And&lt;/i&gt; I'm the only crossdresser/crossplayer. XD;&lt;br /&gt;XIII] Yesterday, right after school, Lau-chan and I went met up with a couple friends, and then we all had lunch together at a Japanese restaurant near school, and had fun together till evening~~ here we are-- &lt;strike&gt;yeah, it's pics!spamming time! And no editing at all 'cause I'm too tired &amp;gt;:D&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a138/Hikarihime/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a138/Hikarihime/DSC01006.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me and Lau-chan, of course. After a lot of &lt;strike&gt;cruent fighting over the possession of my camera&lt;/strike&gt; struggle, the boys actually managed to take a picture or us! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a138/Hikarihime/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a138/Hikarihime/DSC01005.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Kai. He's Chinese, but he's been living in Italy since a lo~ng time ago--he even attended the same kind of high school Lau-chan and I go to, so he even studied Latin and Greek...! I was so amazed when I was frist told about this! Kai is very sweet and kind--just like the male main character from a shoujo manga. He and Lau met on the train and started talking because of some people who were beating each other making a fuss on the platform--HEY. Lau-chan is the very epithome of naivete. Kai is older than her and very, very kind. They met at the train station--OH GOD THE SIMILARITIES. Should I tell her to be careful? &lt;small&gt;And to think I so hope they will get together, since Kai has already confessed to her and--THIS IS ONLY GETTING MORE AND MORE DISTURBING.&lt;/small&gt; I'll just shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a138/Hikarihime/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01023.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a138/Hikarihime/DSC01023.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Stefano, an old friend of Kai's, and. Uhm. Yeah. He's wearing my bracelets, trying to be all glamorous. Or something. I'll spare you the tons of &lt;strike&gt;stupid&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;embarrassing&lt;/strike&gt; pics he took, so. Rejoice? XD; Uhm, but~ We share the same name (from male to female, there's only one different letter AND THUS MY NAME IS NOW REVEALED), and it seems we get along well? O__ò We talked non-stop of books and alternative fashion and even movies. And now I'm reading Dostoevskij's &lt;i&gt;Memories from the Underground&lt;/i&gt; 'cause I promised I would and, I hope I'll actually like it. *has read too little to give a proper opinion yet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a138/Hikarihime/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a138/Hikarihime/DSC01013.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a random, poor child that, for some reason, Ste wanted to take a picture of. We tried to warn him about the risks deriving from doing such a thing, but he wouldn't listen, so the child noticed at a certain point, and just when I thought he'd run screaming to his mother he... he was somehow fascinated--he kept walking around our couch and, every now and then, he'd stop very close to us, literally staring, almost hopefully. He honestly freaked me out--he should have been--scared, I don't know, but not so--so--*screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a138/Hikarihime/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a138/Hikarihime/DSC01014.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new OTP. Really, we tried to get them to kiss, but Kai wouldn't cooperate. Ahh, next time I'll have to work harder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a138/Hikarihime/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01030.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a138/Hikarihime/DSC01030.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take this pic at least three time before I obtained a not-so-horrible result and surrendered, because &lt;i&gt;that man in the middle&lt;/i&gt; just kept bouncing in and ruining the romantic (??) atmosphere. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a138/Hikarihime/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01032.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a138/Hikarihime/DSC01032.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least--the four of us all together. Just wonderful, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I so hate my mother. *random*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I'm going to bed~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND I LOVE KAYA'S LATEST SINGLE, CHOCOLAT, BECAUSE YES, SHAME ON ME, I ONLY DOWNLOADED IT A COUPLE DAYS AGO. UWAAAAAH~ IT MAKES ME SO SO SO HAPPY!&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>HET SCARES HIKA.</title>
    <published>2008-04-22T01:24:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-22T01:26:26Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">IT'S LATE AND I'M TIRED AND I SWEAR I JUST WANTED SOMETHING NICE TO PRINT AND READ IN BED, BUT F-LIST OFFERED NO S/S GOODNESS TONIGHT, SO HIKA DECIDED IT WAS TIME SHE ACTUALLY READ SOME NICE FAKIRXMYTHO FIC, AND VENTURED FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THE PRINCESS TUTU FANDOM. &lt;b&gt;AND IT WAS SO SCARY&lt;/b&gt;. CUZ EVERYBODY DOWN THERE LOVES FAKIRXAHIRU. AND THE ONLY YAOI COMM CONCERNING PRINCESS TUTU HAS GOT, LIKE, &lt;i&gt;TWO&lt;/i&gt; ENTRIES, AND IT DIED MONTHS AGO ALREADY AND. AND. AND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HYPERVENTILATES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJIDSHOFEIOHFALK. WHAT'S UP WITH YOU PEOPLE?? YOU CAN WRITE ABOUT LIGHT AND L HAVING HOT, PASSIONATE SEX JUST BECAUSE THEY SPENT SOME TIME CHAINED TOGETHER, AND THEN YOU TELL ME THERE'S NOTHING SUSPICIOUSLY SLASHY ABOUT THESE TWO???!! *POINTS AT FRESHLY-MADE ICON*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I'M STALKING OFF TO BED, WHERE I SHALL RETREAT AND &lt;strike&gt;PLOT AGAINST FAKIRXAHIRU SHIPPERS AND MAKE THE WORLD RIGHT AGAIN&lt;/strike&gt; ANGST IN PEACE.</content>
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    <title>Hika's lazy~~</title>
    <published>2008-04-18T17:06:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-18T17:16:39Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">It has already been a long time since I last updated, hasn't it? Honestly, I hadn't really noticed till I glanced at the lovely LJ homepage with a decent amount of concentration and read that I had last posted something here, like, two weeks ago. Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I tell myself I want to write and rant over something I just read/watched/thought, but little brother-san, here, won't let me. He's like--like a leech, when it comes to the net. But--Let's not talk about this. It only makes my head ache, so~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uhm. Yeah. I don't know how much do you people get to know about Italian politics, but the point is, Berlusconi won, and that's a very, very, very (...) sad thing. Being eighteen and all, this was also the first time my classmates and I could vote, and some said it was a bit of a delusion to see that our contribute still changed nothing. Honestly, I didn't think the results would be &lt;i&gt;these&lt;/i&gt;, but neither did I believe the party I'd voted for would vote--actually, I had decided not to vote at all, but then, speaking with my Philosophy teacher made me change my mind: it's always better to make a choice, even if it only means picking up the lesser between two (or more) evils, than to stay passive and let others decide for you - isn't it so?&lt;br /&gt;Especially in schools like mine, politics are strongly and often discussed - may it be between teachers, or students, or teachers &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; students. Personally, I'm not that interested, because I'm not an idealist and I don't care enough to fight to change the world (although, I do really, really admire those who do), but I think it's truly important to discuss these things--to understand the world you live in, and how it works. To develop your own sense of criticism and become able to decide for yourself while being full conscious of &lt;i&gt;what exactly&lt;/i&gt; are you doing, or saying. That's why I can't believe there are schools here, and even &lt;i&gt;countries&lt;/i&gt; where studying Philosophy is not compulsory--because it's not about learning who was Kant or Hegel or Marx and memorize whatever they said. It's about learning to understand those who think differently, to reason and be rational and choose for the best, without ever letting others manipulate you.&lt;br /&gt;Once I was discussing school with a dear, dear friend of mine who lives in the U.S., and I told her that, in my school, most students are active in politics, organize parades and such to protest and fight for a better society, and that they are all inclined towards ideals which are heavily influenced by Marxism and such--you know, no-globals, etc, etc. She was... well, to say perplexed is to minimize it, perhaps. And I swear I still can't understand what shocked her exactly--I expected things to be different, okay, I know that our scholastic systems are pretty different and all, but... I can't understand, really.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, as much as I hate my teacher and many, many things about Italy's concept of school, I'm still glad I'm able to study certain things in a certain context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, the best thing about elections was probably that we had a five days break from school, since public schools are used as places where people go vote. I voted in my elementary school! It was a bit weird since I haven't been in there for years, and the school is, like, right in front of the apartment where I live now (my family and I moved here only a couple years ago or so~) - and right next to it there's my old middle school too! XD&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I've used those five days to work on my cosplay accessories--Lau-chan sewed the ties and I painted the clocks on them, we also got our contacs (which actually make our eyes look &lt;i&gt;really green&lt;/i&gt;! *cries with joy*) and our wigs cut (they're so soft~ and look so~ real! &lt;small&gt;except that, when it was in the bag, my wig looked like a dead black rat, to me, and this morning too, my mother spotted the bag on the floor and got scared because she thought there was a rat inside XDDD;&lt;/small&gt;), and Lau-chan is now sewing the drapes we'll attach to the clocks, which we are also preparing through the almighty Art Attack method™ (wonder if anyone knows what I'm talking about)... Awww, I'm ti~red.&lt;br /&gt;The outfits are almost ready, and they shall get home in six days. &amp;lt;333 We'll wear them for the last day of Comicon, with the contest and all, while we'll go dressed up in decora/oshare fashion for the first three days. Actually, Lau says she'd like to try something more doll-like too, and although I love lolita and such (and I'm &lt;i&gt;dying&lt;/i&gt; to wear wa-loli clothes *ç*), after almost five years of wearing goth and elegant gothic lolita clothes (yes, I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; that, and sometimes people at cons thought I was cosplaying while I &lt;i&gt;wasn't&lt;/i&gt;), I'd love to try out something more colourful. ^^;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While speaking of colourful. My current (it has been exactly a year since the change occurred, now that I come to think of it O__O) style is a mix of stripes, skulls, and cute/scary things, lots of bright pink and other happy colours, tons of hairclips, ties, hoodies, skirts over trousers and shoes with pink penguins printed on. I often make accessories for myself with the wonderful clay that is fimo. So, during the elections break, I made myself a Tamagotchi-mascot earring and two necklaces. One is baby blue and soft pink, with a colourful pastry - yes - in the middle, while the other is made of glitterly black beads alternated to dices of four different colours (I shall post pictures of these soon, so that maybe you won't be scared anymore ^^;;; *knows the description sounds scary*). Yesterday, while I walked to the comic store with Lau-chan, a stupid guy walked past me and suddenly grabbed it--I whipped my head around to tell the idiot to stop, but he &lt;i&gt;wouldn't&lt;/i&gt;. He kept pulling, and I couldn't believe it, and I even slapped his hand &lt;i&gt;hard&lt;/i&gt;, but he still continued. Then Lau-chan did something to his elbow and he suddenly let go and ran away, and I was like: O____O;;; at the stupidity of the whole thing, but Lau was actually very upset, and so I laughed for a bit, trying to calm her down, but she was &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; angry...&lt;br /&gt;I mean, she was right when she said no one has the right to do such a thing--there was even this friend of ours who had died some bangs violet, and suddenly got pulled by her hair by someone who was riding on a motorbike; she fell rather badly and was hurt and, damn, she was &lt;i&gt;pregnant&lt;/i&gt;. And Lau kept saying, what if the baby got hurt back then, or I got seriously hurt by that guy? I know, I agree, but... is it really worth it to get so worked up over such stupid individuals?&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the old part of the city - where my school is and I spend most of my time when going out - is full of people who are rather okay with alternative fashions and there are so many punks, emos, etc... And I myself I don't feel strange at all when I go out--I never feel ashamed or embarrassed for my clothes or my hairstyle or anything. But it seems stupids are everywhere. *sweatdrop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to happier things, yesterday I wrote a couple ficlets for the challenge at &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='au100' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/au100/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/au100/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;au100&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but I'm really unsure 'bout them, 'cause I've thought about many different settings, and I'm going to have more than one episode happen in each, and I'm worried that no one would understand each fic separately andandandaaaaaaaaaaannnnnd. Maybe I just need to post it here, so that my wonderful f-list will help me? *shows puppy eyes*&lt;br /&gt;I've also realized that I've still got to complete the last part of Forget Me Not *facepalms*, and I've been working on a fic/entry to the Spring contest over at the KuroFay comm--never posted there, and I'm not a huge fan of the pairing, either, but I've got this idea and as long as I can write about Seishirou and Subaru... *smiles sweetly*&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I've got this scary stack of sketches which needs to be inked/coloured... GAAAH. T__________________________T I want to finish that doujin I was working on, and yet I've still got to so much to do...&lt;br /&gt;And I must work on my part of the SubaruxKamui fic I'm writing with my friend! *has just remembered&amp;thus facepalms again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, folks, I must go and write something. I hope I won't forget updating again. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;P.S. If you have never did it, go and listen to Placebo's &lt;i&gt;A song to say goodbye&lt;/i&gt;--I love Placebo and I meant to say this for a very long time, but... go and listen to it!! It's like, Seishirou saying goodbye to Subaru... T________T Must write something with that song, someday, although I hate song-fics, usually...&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>quick summary of Hika's most interesting life in these days &amp;lt;3</title>
    <published>2008-04-03T19:02:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-04T15:55:06Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Hello? T___T/&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this is so pointless, but my life seems a neverending rush of events/things to do/random disturbances, and I don't have even time to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To my f-list: I'm sorry for all the posts I'm missing, and I promise I'll do my best to make it up to you all as soon as I have some spare time. *bows*&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently (still) working on that damn black fabric--my fingers hurt and I've already used up three white markers for fabric to draw the details to each clock *rolls eyes*. I'm already done with half of them, and it isn't really a bad result, considering that I only started yesterday evening and that I'm doing the whole thing ALONE, since Lau-chan lives in a little town near Naples and can't come over everyday... I'm doing my best to finish everything between this night and tomorrow after school, so that when I go to work I can give both the painted and the blue fabric to the girl who's making the dresses for us.&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed I could find a fabric of almost the same blue as the TB picture. &amp;lt;333&lt;br /&gt;I've preordered the green lenses, but those I chose aren't as bright as Lau-chan and I wanted--the very very green &amp; bright ones cost too much (the prices go from 135 to 310 €) and it felt ridiculous to spend more for the contacts than the outifit and the fabric put together. T__T I'm also waiting for a call from the shop were I preordered the wigs.&lt;br /&gt;Gah!! I can't wait! &amp;lt;3 I've been counting the days to Comicon since February! ;___; &lt;strike&gt;Yes, I know I'm a nerd with no life, I know, I know...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I'm also busy with work and school. I want to study and be done with all the oral tests asap (school here is really, really different from how it is in the US), and so tonight I'm gonna study History and Art and get tested in them tomorrow. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About fanfics &amp; fanarts: I'd really like to have more time for them, but, unfortunately, right now I have none at all. My brother is leaving with school for Paris on Saturday, and I believe this will help things a bit. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;A dear friend of mine got me involved in writing a SubaruxKamui fanfic with her (actually, I was the one who asked to write something together, but she got to choose the pairing, somehow XD;); she's also my fave ficwriter, and I'll ask her if it's alright if I translate the fic and post in on LJ, once we're finished. &amp;lt;3 During summer, I'd also like to finish and translate my &lt;strike&gt;huge&lt;/strike&gt; multi-chapter Elricest fic. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I've joined &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='au100' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/au100/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/au100/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;au100&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and claimed SeixSub. I can't wait to start working on the prompts!! &amp;lt;3333 I've always loved writing AUs (it's just the TB/X fandom that got me into writing fics with canon setting, all of sudden...), and I already have a few alternate universes in mind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting the theme table here so that you can read it and suggest plots/settings. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="2" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="2"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;001.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Beginnings&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;002.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Middles&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;003.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Ends&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;004.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;First&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;005.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;006.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hours&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;007.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Days&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;008.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Weeks&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;009.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Months&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;010.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Years&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;011.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Red&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;012.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Grey&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;013.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;White&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;014.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Black&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;015.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Blue&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;016.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Purple&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;017.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Brown&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;018.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Green&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;019.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Pink&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;020.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Colourless&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;021.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Friends&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;022.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Enemies&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;023.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Lovers&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;024.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Family&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;025.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Strangers&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;026.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Teammates&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;027.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Parents&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;028.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Children&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;029.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Birth&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;030.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Death&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;031.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sunrise&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;032.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sunset&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;033.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Too Much&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;034.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Not Enough&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;035.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sixth Sense&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;036.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Smell&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;037.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sound&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;038.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Touch&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;039.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Taste&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;040.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sight&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;041.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Shapes&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;042.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Triangle&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;043.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Square&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;044.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Circle&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;045.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Moon&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;046.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;King&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;047.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Heart&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;048.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Diamond&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;049.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Queen&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;050.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Joker&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;051.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Water&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;052.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Fire&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;053.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Earth&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;054.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Air&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;055.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Spirit&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;056.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Breakfast&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;057.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Lunch&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;058.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dinner&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;059.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Food&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;060.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Drink&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;061.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Winter&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;062.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Spring&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;063.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Summer&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;064.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Fall&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;065.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Passing&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;066.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Rain&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;067.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Snow&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;068.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Lightning&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;069.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Thunder&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;070.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Storm&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;071.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Broken&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;072.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Fixed&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;073.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Light&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;074.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dark&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;075.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Shattered&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;076.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Rebirth&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;077.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Paralysis&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;078.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Disease&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;079.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Agony&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;080.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Healing&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;081.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Blind&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;082.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Deaf&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;083.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Lost&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;084.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Found&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;085.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Missing&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;086.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Choices&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;087.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Life&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;088.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;He&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;089.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;She&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;090.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;It&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;091.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Birthday&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;092.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Christmas&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;093.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;094.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Solstice&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;095.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;New Year&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;096.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;Writer‘s Choice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;097.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;Writer‘s Choice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;098.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;Writer‘s Choice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;099.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;Writer‘s Choice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;100.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;Writer‘s Choice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, it's meme time! &amp;lt;333 It was originally an &lt;i&gt;icon&lt;/i&gt; meme from &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sakujosadame' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sakujosadame.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://sakujosadame.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sakujosadame&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s journal (aww, she made such a lovely icon for me!! *__*), but since I don't have a decent pic-editing software, I'm turning it into a drawing meme like &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='yoru_yume' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://yoru-yume.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://yoru-yume.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;yoru_yume&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Comment with lyrics and a fandom.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll draw a fanart/sketch that represents those lyrics/uses them in some way.&lt;br /&gt;3. Repost and do this for your friends♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's shower time, and then I've got to studystudystudy and PAINT. &lt;strike&gt;OMG THE CLOCKS ARE TORTURING ME EVEN IN MY DREAMS.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bai bai and thanks for reading~~!</content>
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    <title>on a sugar-high~</title>
    <published>2008-03-24T00:50:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-25T20:01:48Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Sorry if this is here one day later than I said it would. Believe me if I say the fault isn't mine. *sweatdrop*&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been working on this since I got back, and I’ll admit the idea has been haunting me during each night I spent in Madrid. *hides*&lt;br /&gt;D.D.-chan, this is for you. &amp;lt;333 Written with all of my heart and love! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; This Temporary Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; X/1999 &amp; Tokyo Babylon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='sute_hikahika' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sute-hikahika.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://sute-hikahika.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sute_hikahika&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; SeishirouxSubaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Seishirou and Subaru and time and wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notes:&lt;/b&gt; This fic contains many, many things I swore to myself I’d never write when I first entered this fandom, but darling &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='daydreamer64' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://daydreamer64.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://daydreamer64.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;daydreamer64&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; requested: 1) Subaru angsting while still covered in Seishirou’s blood; 2) Seishirou’s thoughts as he died; 3) A piece regarding their life in the years between the Bet and X; and who am I to deny her? It’s interesting, though, how my brain managed to fuse everything together as soon as I was finished reading the prompts—but I guess that happened mainly thanks to the wonderful song &lt;i&gt;This Temporary Life&lt;/i&gt; (yes, I did steal the title from there), which had me thinking about a certain scene in this fic since the very first time I listened to it; not only that, but the main theme of this one-shot collides with that of the song.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, no, I don’t believe Subaru and Seishirou had any secret encounter during X, because it would have meant Seishirou wasting his precious time for his supposedly worthless prey—I blame again the song and those talented writers that can make me love even pieces which go against my very own idea of canon (&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tilderific' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tilderific.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tilderific.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tilderific&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I’m talking about you, here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS TEMPORARY LIFE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare into the dark and breathe—each inhalation slow and impossibly deep. It’s making my head hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it so clearly – something inside my skull, safely tucked in the viscid volutes of my brain, a part of me that’s always been there but that I’m starting to acknowledge only now. I can feel it: pulsating, moving like a cruel set of jaws—clenching and unclenching, making the blood rush through my veins almost desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face feels hot; my head heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the heart is frozen and my hands, sleek with crimson blood, feel strangely empty, as though as, all of sudden, they had to let go of something they’d been holding tightly for the past decade or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I’m just being foolish again, for you were never mine to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before dawn, a small kingdom arises in all its glory: it lives, for a short while, even more secret and ineffable than dreams themselves. It exists, shallow and reassuring, as solid as a sandcastle left to the mercy of the sea. It exists, white and peaceful in an empty way, for a handful of brief minutes in between sleep and wake and it’s still enough to keep Subaru from going insane when a new day starts, and escaping life and memories becomes impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a washed-out landscape with no lakes or mountains or houses or people. Actually, it resembles more of a blank space than anything else, but as maddening as it should be, Subaru still appreciates it for he can lose himself in that complete lack of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body, thoughts, duties and wishes—all of these things vanish, and the only thing he can’t forget is that, after all, he still &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; – that he exists, somewhere and somehow; and it’s a distant thought, which has nothing to do with the painful concept of &lt;i&gt;living&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply enough, Subaru walks – slowly, one foot carefully following the other, in a calm and yet desperate attempt not to fall… even though this will eventually happen. Eventually. In due time. Always. But, morning after morning, Subaru does still try and so he walks on the thin boundary separating night from day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while, the only things he’s aware of are the point where his cheek ends against the softness of the pillow, or the not-so-smooth feeling of his old linen sheets under the naked planes of his chest. Or the beloved, sweet warmth draped over his waist and lower back—These are the miraculous moments in which Subaru can forget about names and shapes, and let himself savour the absolute peace that is emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sun rises – quick, and high in the sky, and dawn breaks into the room—sunrays caress his face and gently coax his eyelids into lifting—eyelashes tremble and lips part only to join each other again soon after—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subaru is awake and the white world is now tainted—full of traps and wants and what-ifs. Reality is dirty-grey and so full of things and people one could easily lose themselves in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A green eye wanders over blurred surroundings, and the sweet warmth from before now acquires a taste so bitter Subaru almost cries, childishly wishing Seishirou hadn’t stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the phone starts ringing and Hien’s solemn voice ceremoniously inquires if the Head of the Sumeragi will be kind and show himself before Princess Hinoto. As soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the human body is indeed a very complex biological machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once read in a magazine that it has got many ‘inner clocks’ to help it survive, escape dangers and avoid perilous situations which may result in death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tic. Toc. Tic. Toc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could we ever associate this vacant and annoying sound with time; let it set the pace of our lives? If life truly is so valuable and precious, how could everyone accept to have something as worthless as a clock ruling over their time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flow of minutes, hours, days—doesn’t it feel different from occasion to occasion? Wouldn’t it be easier to simply live each second for what it is—enjoy ourselves as long as we can, as long as it requires no efforts or pains on our behalf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows: perhaps, deep inside, everyone is very-well aware that our existences are instead pretty useless – meaningless – per se, and even our bodies can feel it – silently keeping track of this time we were given, waiting for the end. After all, for the balance to stay undisturbed, the only thing which does really count is that this cycle of death and rebirth won’t ever stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I’m human too, but I don’t feel any kind of attachment towards this life. I merely happen to wonder about certain topics every now and then. Boredom is much more difficult to escape for those of my kind; time is not merciful with us as it flows, skipping from moments that vanish and turn into memories quicker than the blink of an eye, to days which seem to stretch beyond any decency, trying to swallow us into their worthlessness, although—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Although neither my predecessors nor I could be really worried or pained by that. Only the dullness of this world can reach our empty hearts—and monotony is, to us, far worse than afflictions or death itself, for none of these two can touch a Sakurazukamori in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Subaru-kun, all things considered, I believe you already knew that pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subaru Sumeragi has just turned twenty at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lost track of the time as soon as the thin, plastic arms pointed together at the black numbers in the highest part of the clock—Scribbles, Subaru tells himself, it really isn’t anything more than that. Just a couple of abstract characters which represent nothing, know nothing of years and months and seconds gone by—of all the things that time steals, rips, shreds to pieces and lets perish. One and two. Black curves and straight lines standing together, but still so alone and meaningless. Merely scribbles, Subaru repeats again inside his head, and curls some more, till the point he could embrace his knees and touch the blank, cold wall with his forehead. Under him, the bed feels hard and uncomfortable, as if it were made of rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subaru is twenty now, but he knows he’s still the same person he was before midnight – and yesterday and  the day before yesterday too—it almost seems he’s always been this broken young man, while it’s instead obvious that something has changed, that the transformation occurred, at some point. And Subaru knows this very well, for his own existence now revolves around that change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the person who caused it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limbs and fingers gone numb, Subaru forces himself to sit and not to wince when his feet touch the cold parquet. Then, abruptly, he stands, so pale he’s almost glowing under the moonlight, and so very alone. Even the shadows in his room seem to shun him, but Subaru does not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks, silent and unconsciously elegant, grabs his coat from where he’d let it fall in a heap, and searches its pockets for the cigarettes he’s bought on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In so many years that they’ve known each other, they haven’t even shared a proper embrace. It took the end of the world to change things, and between a kiss and another, time seems to run even more frantically; and it steals moment after moment away from their lives and their duties; time runs, alters everything and the world becomes a blur; its flow is devouring their existences with more voracity than usual – time runs, merciless, taking away bits of a morning that blurs and blends into an early afternoon of gold and grey and sticky warmth; sweat—Subaru opens his eyes and wonders how much time has actually passed since they’ve started this strange game, and how much they’ve still got left, for he knows that this is against any logic and normalcy. That they’re still &lt;i&gt;two&lt;/i&gt; and that which separates them is a distance that is impossible to overcome, because of how and who they are, their roles and personas but, most importantly, because they will never let it happen in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside Subaru knows it, and he can’t find a sense, a meaning to whatever it is that they’re doing. Each time Seishirou’s mouth leaves his face or his body, Subaru feels lost, asking himself: what now, what now – the question rings and echoes in his mind, threatening to let him fall in a black abyss he’s managed to avoid up until now. &lt;i&gt;What now&lt;/i&gt;. But Seishirou is kissing him again; his hands touch him and his fingers can warm up his flesh even through the layers of cloth—Subaru shuts his eyes and gives in, even if he doesn’t really want to: the touches and laboured breaths and the silence, they all feel too wrong, misplaced and. Fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a catch, in your breath – a quicker intake, briefer and sharper. It probably burnt your fatigued throat; it cut into my chest, as unforgiving as a dagger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A catch in your breath. And it sounded as if you were surprised. &lt;i&gt;Seishirou-san&lt;/i&gt;. You who were always so detached and collected—I wish I could have heard you gasp before, in another time and another life, different, brighter; and it should have been out of joy or surprise – anything as long as it didn’t mean apathy or you vanishing from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…And that smile, and those words, they—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remembered that you are turning twenty today: see, Subaru-kun, it seems that inside of me there’s one of those ‘inner clocks’ meant to work only for you. Aren’t you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Seishirou moves away from him, Subaru shivers: suddenly, the air all around him feels cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He steps back until his back collides with the wall, which is icy and so white and empty it looks endless; Subaru foolishly hopes it will swallow him, and presses himself against it so hard it’s beginning to hurt. It’s not that he’s afraid of Seishirou, or that he wants to escape, even though he &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; ashamed—rather, he doesn’t think he could face openly, and for the second time in his life, the fact that Seishirou does not care at all. He doesn’t think he could manage it—And it’s not a truth he already knows that he wants to evade, either: it’s the idea, the possibility of breaking down in front of this man he loves so hopelessly, this man who would never understand, which Subaru cannot accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he is naked, except for a sock which has stubbornly refused to come off with his trousers, and now, lowered, it’s pooling around his ankle in pearl-gray volutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And this makes him look slightly childish, and Seishirou thinks of him as he was at sixteen, discovering once again that, deep inside, this bitter Subaru is no different from that naïve boy with huge, trusting eyes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—They were sweet enough to be cruel, coming from you, making almost no sense at all to my ears, even when those words were also the one and only truth I had left when thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you sincere? I’ll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for never telling you how I truly felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sheets feel strangely warm under his back: probably, it’s only him sweating too much for some odd reason. Anxiety, maybe. Thinking about the past often makes him feel weak, somehow nervous. Angry, and full of hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room reeks of smoke, but it’s already been a couple hours since Subaru has lit his first cigarette of the night, and he can’t tell the difference anymore. Sometimes, he dreams his older sister scolding him: “&lt;i&gt;Subaru&lt;/i&gt;! Eww! At this rate your lungs are going to turn black!” – but she’s only a dream, and so he doesn’t care. After all, it’s not like he’d have started smoking in the first place, had she been still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His clothes cling uncomfortably to his skin, and Subaru closes his eyes, as if concentrating on the cigarette held between his lips and fingers. But the heat is really too much, and he sighs in defeat, setting down his still-lit cancer-stick in the ashtray to get rid of his sweat-drenched shirt. When Subaru lies down again, the sheets are but even warmer, and they feel like melting against his naked flesh, as if trying to embrace him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palms open and bony fingers splayed across creamy skin, Subaru’s hands set on his stomach; his lids fall like curtains upon his eyes as he shudders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t do this often, but not to recognize this feeling is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not exist anymore, and this knowledge his far harder to cope with than being nothing to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, even my own death has lost its meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your marks are fading away and kissing them is nothing like kissing you. They are the cause of everything, the point from where it all started and yet—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—I don’t want them to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want you to set me free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These stars you carved into my flesh—They are all that’s left to me of you. Those and the blood which I—I—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blood, Seishirou-san. Your essence—Maybe, as long as it stays on me, I won’t lose you completely—maybe—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seishirou-san, if I lift my hands to my face, I can lose myself into the scent of your blood; I close my eyes and breath in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I inhale and it burns. And I’m grateful for it. It’s a bit like having you inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I first saw you after nearly nine years. I spotted you running through the crowded street, occasionally bumping into someone. Your eyes were glued to the sky, like that time we met at the train station, but I couldn’t ignore the fact that, this morning, you wouldn’t stop to apologize whenever you collided with a woman or a salaryman; that your hands were bare and your shoulders larger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-five years of life turned you into a man, but I’ll never know when did the change occur exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a severe quality to your beauty, now – a kind of silent, icy anger, as if, for some reason, you can’t forgive the world. Or yourself. It makes your paleness similar to that of the snow, and where you used to remind me of the moon, now, when I look at you, I can only think of ice and snowflakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…I wonder, Subaru-kun, is it perhaps my fault that you’re so different, now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s useless and squalid, Subaru thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s miles and miles away from reality; his thoughts are hazy, and filled with voices he can barely recognize—but soon those become completely indistinguishable too, along with the seconds that are liquefying, bleeding out of nowhere and into each other. Into the room, drowning everything but that sense of self-loathing which seems to only grow day after day, year after year together with Subaru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His fingers move quickly: it’s yet another proof of his foolishness, maybe, but he has never expected himself to know his own body like this. At heart. It must be because of the desperation, some part of him screams, the longing, the regret—in a way, this is a punishment, a reminder of his loneliness, rather than an act meant to bring pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers dance, swiftly, like white comets falling onto white skin. There’s urgency in each gesture and Subaru is ashamed—As if being lonely really were a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes whit a splash of light and whiteness, empty, frighteningly purposeless in the afterglow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room is pretty much devoid of any furniture, except for the bed and the black telephone sitting a few feet away, on the pavement. It’s not that it had been fuller back when Hokuto was still alive, but, for some reason, it had seemed livelier, much more colourful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it seems immense in its emptiness, and Subaru feels as though as both Seishirou and him have been swallowed by the white void that is his room. It’s like a black hole miraculously radiating light, and they’re inside of this strange world – trapped, maybe, or just hallucinating or dreaming—After all, this isn’t something which would normally happen—and—And Seishirou tugs at his wrists to pull him closer—suddenly, unexpectedly, and Subaru falls on his lap, legs spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he can feel it: Seishirou’s heart, beating, echoing through the skin and the cloth and reaching his own flesh, his own heart. Tic. Toc. Tic. Toc. It’s almost like a clock, the mismatched beating of their hearts, mercilessly keeping track of their time, second after second, trying to turn it into black, meaningless scribbles, and, finally, Subaru knows it: he knows this is instead real, for time keeps running and thus everything will eventually meet its end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tic. Toc. Tic. Toc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The texture of Seishirou’s trousers is making his bare thighs itch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sakurazuka-san,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello! What a coincidence to meet you here, Kamui-kun.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Indeed. If you aren’t busy, Sakurazuka-san, we could visit that ice-cream parlour I—”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, I’m sorry, but today I’m rather busy. I’m afraid we’ll have to wait for the next time we meet…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What a pity. Then, I assume you’re working, today?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Actually, yes.” A sigh. “Nothing difficult, I believe, in the whereabouts of Rainbow Bridge. Though I’d prefer to go and just admire the sea: I’m a bit tired today.” Laughter. “I only hope I’m not getting old!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, you know, everything happens for a reason. Maybe, to