Fandom: Original. ReD
Name: --
Characters: Diek + Jay.
Author: Seika, that's me.
Raiting: PG-13
Warnings: Hm.
Disclaimer: This story belongs to me. The characters belong to me. The situation was made up in my mind. Everything is MINE and you get JUST a piece of it. I'm a selfish person ^___^
Word-count (something everyone should do): 575
Comments: I always wanted to do this. I mean, write Diek in english. Although it's not that much Diek 'cause... 'cause Diek's dead and ideas aren't as giving as they used to be. And most of what comes to me now is this pairing -which I deeply love, but still, not Diek's best era, as to say. I wrote this thinking about allurame when I wrote this, I've told her about Diek so much and for so long I thought I should give it a try and send her something to get to knowmy baby. I wouldn't have tried writing if it wasn't for bitexmarks who told me I write okay in english and has always wanted to read something fiction from me xD (HIM that, is, maybe I get some ideas and... whatever xD)
Special thanks and loves and flowers and hearts and all that stuff for shu0chan who did the beta reading for me ^____^ -What a scary thing is that, I always get so nervous when being criticized... Then I realized 20% of the mistakes were things I knew and the other ones I tried different sentences and there was no way for me to know which was the correct verbal time or word order. So, yay for me, I'm learning something in grammar. -Grammar's not my thing xD Hope you all enjoy!

Finished it!

My classmate presentation was sucky. And the teacher seemed to like mine a lot ^_____^

I'm happy-happy. Also, I was very good at my interview for the work at the States -well, I've never actually been in an job interview before, but the girl over the phone seemed nice and we chat a lot.

So good so far. And I love it.

I'm free for.. well, guess two weeks.

Tomorrow: Code Geass Marathon!

-Seika

... it will end tuesday, next week. And I'll be free!... Or, well, I want to think I will be free -hahaha.

I know I'm always saying I will upload some of my work, and then I do nothing. Well, now I'm so in schedule with my stuff, I said: "why don't you post something?" I could go on rambling about work, about what I have not been doing (apart from a saturday "Dexter" marathon, a trip to the movies to watch Wall-E, some trips to the university to do some classes to the boy from first year)... most of my times goes working, and when I'm not working I'm either sleeping, or eating or getting a shower (not like I need that to keep on living, but, well, once in a while, it hasn't killed anyone xD).

So, here I leave you with some preview renders for my Animation Class project to be presented in front of everyone (yeah, the whole university, I'm gonna pee myself) next tuesday. I just want to point out: I didn't do the modeling/texturing/rigging. I didn't do the audios. I just did the animations and the scenery for the render. But, there's not much for you to see, actually, cause this is a light-test-render (I did some of the illumination) and has no animation whatsoever. I just chose a pose and it was it. Maybe, maybe, I will upload the video to youtube some day -If I'm happy with it. Maybe I won't. -You can ask me that by e-mail/msn. Maybe I'll upload it to facebook. It has more chances than youtube. =P

I did this setting, it's inspired by the bus stops here in Santiago. The character gets hit by a bus. -Public transportation sucks.

The text behind (white text, black background) should say the bus routes. I was too lazy to look it up, it's just rambling, something like "Seika is a very nice girl, likes potatos and Diek. Diek is like a son to her, it's funny, hahaha, Diek likes meat. He likes any preparation but it will be more fun if he has to cook something. When Seika was a little girl she was blah blah, but that's how life goes" -It is something like that.

The graffiti that says "Kucha estuvo aca" means "Kucha was here", and it was my subliminal message. I'm Kucha ^_^ (Seika, Seikita, Seikucha, Kucha -there ya go)


-Seika.

YOU, go see:

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TÚ, anda a ver:


diek for seika by *Derrewyn on deviantART

You know? These last weeks... I've discovered something that I like. Something that makes me feel good.

I always thought I was selfish, sometimes I thought I was the wrost friend someone could ever have, for I was not willing to take risk, for I was not going to cry for another human being, for I'm always thinking about me, about what I like and what I want to do.

I always hurt people (even when I didn't want to) because of this. People would get all dissapointed of me, and I would not care for I can always find new people. For I'm friendly, and chatty and I have no problems feeling alone. I have all these ideas, all this plans... being lonely, most of the times, isn't bad for me.

These weeks I've discovered I'm not like that. I've discovered I'm a good human being. I might be selfish, sure, but I'm not egomaniac -and most of the people fail to see the difference, really-, I might not cry for anyone else's misfortune, but that's just 'cause I'm not used to cry for anyone else but me, that's not bad, I'll still worry, I'll still try to help.

And I do it without waiting for something back, I just want to keep. I try to keep people I like next to me, I take my chances, I make efforts not for us to be apart. Sometimes I fail. I might just cheat on my best friend with her boyfriend and not regret it, I might stop talking for two month to the friend who got knocked up 'cause I thought there was nothing to be proud for and be okay with that 'cause it was holidays.

I might have all the short temper you want when it comes to handle people telling lies about me -I won't argue them, I won't fight back, I'll just send the politest comment that will say "I'm better than that". I can even be all manipulative about the friends I choose, and I know I'm all sucky judging people and cold hearted when it comes to dumping them.

And I take full responsibility about that.

But, overall, I'm good. I'm a good friend, people can trust me, for if they do, I won't let them down. I might just be all ironic and sarcastic and don't be all polite with people who won't be for me. I might do these harsh comments, but I know when to stop, I'm not here to make anyone feel bad about themselves. I've taken a lot of crap and I kinda know when that's enought. Might not be for everyone.

Maybe that's why some people hate me. Maybe that's nothing to do with it, really -and I do think that. I'm a nice girl. I'm a good friend.

Maybe I've grown up since the last time I selfishly fought with someone. But, lately, I've discovered I'm a good person. -Well, I knew I was good, or tried to be, but now I think I am even better.

I always thought I wasn't a good friend. And now I come to wonder why.

-Seika.

Hello people! Does anyone here speak french and would like to do me a favour?

( Translate these lyrics for me, please? Please? ^____^ )

Esta es la historia de una Oreja como cualquier otra. Su nombre era Oreja Derecha, y como cualquier Oreja común, tenía una gemela idénticamente opuesta. Ambas cuidadas por Cabeza, en el reino todopoderoso de Cuerpo.

Oreja Derecha era una buena oreja, cumplía con las funciones normales de una Oreja con placer y tranquilidad. Oreja Derecha escuchaba, llevaba un aro, era lavada por Dedos todos los días, sostenía audífonos, eventualmente era chupeteada y mordida por bocas extrañas, llevaba gorros con orgullo y sostenía mechones de Cabello para que éstos no molestaran a Ojos.

Todo era normal para Oreja Derecha, hasta que un día, al despertarse, se encontró extraña. Oreja dolía, en la parte de atrás y de arriba. No entendía por qué, pero las alternativas barajadas (una mala posición durante la noche, una mordida muy brusca, largas horas de trabajo con gorros o audífonos) carecían de consistencias reales que pudieran explicar su mal.

Dedos la acariciaba con regularidad y Oreja Derecha conseguía con dificultad no huír ayudada por Cabeza del contacto. El desempeño de sus labores habituales se vio resentido; no podía sostener Audífonos por un tiempo muy prolongado, los gorros la irritaban y Dedos se empeñaba en descubrir alguna herida o contusión.

El dolor no mermó el primer día, ni el segundo. Tampoco se fue el tercero. Oreja estaba preocupada, Cuerpo le exigía cumplir con sus obligaciones de Oreja y su contraparte Izquierda se burlaba de ella. No encontraba solución para el dolor que la aquejaba. Tanto así que incluso Ojos se preocupó por ella y después de varias maniobras de Dedos y de un espejo, Cuerpo se relajó un poco: no había ninguna herida delatora.

Días después, durante una inspección de Dedos, durante una sobremesa, éstos encontraron algo extraño.

Oreja Derecha, estando constituida en su mayoría por Cartílago, Un Par de Venas y Pellejo, encontró que una intrusa se había colado, en un momento de distracción, en los pobres dominios que Cuerpo le había concedido para vivir. Oreja se sintió ultrajada, molesta y pasada a llevar. Una Espinilla había acaparado con maestría y silencio parte de su humanidad. Y, por más que Oreja, Cuerpo y Boca reclamaron, Espinilla no se movió.

La misión en la vida de esta intrusa, al igual que el de los Dolores de Garganta y Enfermedades Venéreas era uno: molestar lo máximo posible a Cuerpo. Y no desaparecería sin antes cumplir su objetivo, si Oreja y Boca se enfadaban en el proceso, mejor para ella.

Oreja hubo de resignarse, pero la tarea más complicada pasó a Dedos, quien, desde el día del descubrimiento ha debido inspeccionar a Oreja Derecha y Espinilla, esperando el momento propicio para liberar a la primera y eliminar a la segunda. La historia no ha terminado, porque la batalla contra la Intrusa Espinilla recién comienza.

Y será sin cuartel.

... Continuará.

-Seika 

Fandom: Original. 
Nombre: "En Un Mundo"
Personajes: --
Escrito por: Seika, yo, duh.
Raiting: PG-13
Advertencias: Es raro, volado y loco. Hm.
Disclaimer: TODO me pertenece. Pobre del que se atreva a tocar lo que es mío.
No. Palabras (Algo que todo el mundo debería hacer): 600
Comentarios: Estaba buscando algo en mi LJ y tratando de no trabajar. Y me di cuenta que hacía meses que no posteaba nada escrito por mí. Todo esto debido a que no he escrito mucho últimamente, y lo que he hecho, no me siento particulamente orgullosa o quiero que sea revisado por alguien más. Fin.
Entonces me puse a buscar entre mis archivos de Paranoias y encontré esto, es del 2005, pero está muy bueno, muy extraño y muy volado. Me gustaría saber en qué estaba pensando cuando lo escribí. Definitivamente, no estaba drogada, dudo haber estado ebria, pero, quién sabe xD

I was looking for some Doujinshis around. Yaoi, non yaoi, whatever.

I ended up with some psycho-perv-hentai in my computer!

*cries*

I don't like hentai, hentai is yucky!

Not I have problems against het-sex, but hentai is... is... yucky!! There's nothing beautiful about it and it's... argh.

I think I'll probably have nightmares now v_V

-Sei.

"There's never enough time to do all the Nothing you want"

Who the hell is Calvin? Do not ask me, but he is a wise human being.

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"Nunca hay suficiente tiempo para hacer toda la Nada que se quiere"

¿Quién demonios es Calvin? No me pregunten a mí, pero es un sabio ser humano.

I hate my class. I hate my childish classmates who will take everything personal and will fight over anything that crosses on their way.

I try not to fight with them unless my name gets pointed out into the topic, and still, I try to be all mature and not generate fights. My e-mail to the girl from some posts ago was short and right to the chase, I told her she was free to believe any stupid comment she hears, as she has obviously been doing.

Before that was Nicolas -yes, the guy I had the affair with last year - telling everyone I was trying to take him out of the scrip on purpose. I had just forgot about him and so I pointed out, along with a comment that went like: "if you weren't ignoring me in class, maybe you shouldn't have to get to this point and could say things like those on time". Of course, I was polite enought to aknowledge my fault and apologyse, along with the promise to change the scrip. As I did.

Now, there's a new thing. Les and another guy are fighting over... immortality of the crab. And they are both childish, she even more. And she tries to sound as a mature human being who is being professional and everything. Ah, who's she kiddin'? Certainly, not me, and I'm getting sick of this already. I'm not a fan of the current project for I'm not a fan of the story itself, although, I have to point out the story isn't bad at all, but now I have to get these e-mails were they both blame each other about... the immortality of the crab.

They make me sick. All of them. ALL of them. Javier who's saying lies to her, her for believing them, the other guy for getting the fights instead of sucking them up, Nicolas for looking at me like I'm not worth a second look and my ideas and comments are not worth considered either, Mako for being a sissy and myself for letting Leslie go. Not like I miss her, but, obviously, things would have been better if she wasn't pregnant. We would still be friends and these fights wouldn't happen, 'cause I'm a manipulative bitch who could have controlled her...

... I never realized, till now, what good I was doing to the class last year.

Yeah, like I want the responsibility. I hate manipulating people. I don't want to be near any of them. I don't want them to be next to me, sure, two I can talk to and they are fun, but they are not my friends, they are classmates. And they are problems. -Maybe I'm giving the egomaniac speech, but, really, I'd like to lock us all up in the same place and yell whatever is in our minds until there's nothing else to be said and we can continue to work on our teams, midly good, if not better.

My reply to the last argument -although it wasn't any of my concern- was: "Can we stop being such babies? All of us? Please?". There's nothing else I can do about it, I thought we were working pretty much okay, considering. It seems I was so-so wrong.

And everyone's too chicken-shit to do anything about the project -which will end as crap, if things continue to go this way. I'd like to talk to someone, I'd like someone to help us, to help what used to be a team. Maybe I should just go to the teacher and tell her something needs to be done. Something, anything. And, obviously, the solution another teacher is proposing, forcing us to work together, is not working.

Ah, fuckers.

-Seika.

I think an important part of beauty and sexiness in a person is the courage to go to the street in your pajamas and you night shoes and be prud.

Or maybe I'm just to lazy and tried to look... not undignified.

Hehe.

Thursday I had 5 hours of sleep 'cause I had to finish up some work so, my plans for Friday night were, basically, relax, chat a little bit on msn and... well, that. I didn't want to work 'cause I was going to do that today. After "Two and a Half Men" was over (9 pm) I decided to keep writing the letter forallurame, you know, her letter was huge and I have so many things to tell that it took me hours to go on rambling.

By midnight I was almost sleeping on my keyboard and I felt so tired and cold I only wanted to go to bed and end up the letter once and for all. I closed the file and wondered if I could watch some anime or better leave it for tomorrow.

Finally, what I did was: insert the "Code Geass" (that's an anime) DVD on my computer, and said to myself: "if you're too sleepy by the end of one episode, you'll go to bed, and, at least, have something to dream about". I was by the episode 21 of 24, and so I knew I was reaching the end of it it could be hard to stop watching, but I was so sleepy.

Also, I was told by evil captain_muchiko  (who introduced me to that anime in the first place) the last episode was to die for, so I was all prepared to cry and scream and suffer.

I saw episode 21, I wanted to go to the toilet, to sleep, my back hurt, I was fraking cold and freaking hungry, but I couldn't move from my seat until I finished up that episode. Then I had to see 22, and so the same thing happened with 23. And with 24. -I think I did go to the toilet in one opening or ending or so, running up the stairs and flying back to the computer.

captain_muchiko was right (and the worst part is she wasn't online to bitch her about it -she isn't online now, and I need to bitch her about this) and the ending was to die for, but not specially sad as to cry for it (I discovered myself yelling to the screen as if I was a guy watching football, and I was more enthusiastic); she had also adviced me to download the 2nd season right away 'cause I was going to need it, so I had it in my hard drive. Then I had to see it to know what happened.

She told me it would be okay to calm my anxiety with 3 episodes of the 2nd Season, I couldn't move from my chair until I had seen all the 9 episodes I had. If I have had more, I would have seen those too. I was like a lab-rat hitting the orgasm button until the batteries were dead.

And now... and now... .___. I dreamt I had to kidnapp a princess to stop her wedding, I dreamt I was inside a castle and I dream I had communication with other guys from my team and we were all together doing the kiddnapp-thing. I dreamt I knew the people in the palace, but they didn't trust me 'cause I wasn't part of their world. But they knew who I was, and they had no idea about my intentions.

Oh, gosh, I went to bed about 5 am and couldn't keep sleeping as the clock reached 10 o'clock. I feel my eyes heavy, but if I go to bed I know I will still think about the goddamned anime. And I need to work notheless. Also, later I'll have to go buy my dad a fathers-day present. Ah, I need Coge Geass. I knew I didn't have to see more episodes, I was fine leaving it by the 21st episode, I would have waited until the second season was all released instead of waiting for a new episode each week. -Like with Supernatural, at least their episodes are 40 minutes instead of 20. v____V


captain_muchiko I HATE YOU FOR DOING THIS TO MEEEE!! *Cries*

-Seika.

In any case, the anime is highly recommended, it has action, love, death, friends fighting each other, family love and... well, I think it's some sort of Death Note, with a main character who wants to bring justice but is kinda mentally unstable who's willing to do anything for what he loves. It is great. I just loved it.

I hope the ending is not like Death Note, but I fear if the anime is not eternal like... Dragon Ball Z or Naruto (Yuck Naruto) the ending is gonna be shitty as... as shit. I don't think there's happy endings for this kind of stories. I like that, but I can stop worrying. Oh, I'm such a masochist.

Hoy tenemos... ¡español! Porque nunca tenemos español y porque estoy esperando a un chico de primer año para hacerle una clase. Le mandé un mensaje y´, pero todavía no aparece. Supongo que si no está en la universidad va a llegar como en media hora más. Estudio en la punta de un cerro (literalmente) y tengo que tomar un bus de acercamiento si es que no tengo auto (cosa que no tengo).

En fin, he estado leyendo. No es para que no se sorprendan, leo muy poco durante clases, lo mismo que escribo, la verdad es que no tengo tiempo y en el bus de acercamiento uno siempre se encuentra con gente que te conversa y no te deja leer en paz, además tengo un compañero/amigo que tiene la misma ruta de viaje que yo, así que no es como que tenga mucho tiempo libre para leer.

Después de aún no terminar "The Eye of Cybele" gracias a... bueno, no sé, falta de tiempo, supongo, tengo ganas de leer a Terry Pratchett y leerme con sus idioteces e ironías. El tipo es realmente un genio. La semana pasada me imprimí dos libros de él en la u y pretendo llevarlos a anillar... El viernes. El Viernes es el único día que tengo la mañana libre para hacer cosas. 

Pero el post no iba de esto, iba de mi necesidad de leer algo debido a la ausencia de ideas para imaginar a Diek en situaciones nuevas con las que entretenerme temporalmente. Y en eso, ordenando, me encontré con la versión final del DdeC impresa. Todos sabemos lo que es el DdeC, ¿cierto? Es la historia de mi nene Diek, de la segunda mitad de su vida. 

Esa cuestión que me tardé no-sé-cuántos-años en escribir y que re-escribí no-sé-cuántas veces. Pero que, afortunadamente, medio terminé este verano. Medio, porque aún quiero meterle una o dos escenillas y tengo que corregir la gramática y esas cosas que uno corrige cuando... bueno, cuando corrige.

El punto es que agarré la impresión y me puse a leerla, me puse a leerla porque me gusta una parejita que aparece allí, una parejita para Diek ^____^ Es mi parejita favorita de Diek. Y quería leer de su relación porque justamente con ellos es la escena que me falta. Y llegué a la muerte de Diek -vamos, todos sabemos que Diek muere, Diek no es inmortal, la historia tiene que terminar cuando Diek muere porque, bueno, Diek es el prota y el que mueve la historia y... No sé por qué me estoy explicando tanto -hahaha.

Creo que esa escena es para morirse. Estoy increíblemente feliz con ella, me llega al alma cada vez que la leo porque... porque... porque es fuerte. Tiene párrafos que podrían hacer la historia. es un final increíble. -Y los finales son complicados porque yo soy partidaria de que el final hace la historia. Y tenemos que tener en cuenta que Diek es mi nene. Y que yo lo amo y que quería hacerle justicia a toda su vida con una muerte magnífica. Se entiende.

La he leído mil veces, quiero que todo el mundo la lea y sufra y sufra más, porque me encanta. La escena, digo, a veces me sorprendo de lo bien que puedo escribir. A veces creo que estoy en la carrera equivocada. Hasta que me toca animar. -Pero esa es otra historia, hahaha. Tal vez para el póximo posteo en español =P

-Seika.

What's wrong with me, I have no idea. But something surely is.

Last night I had a dream with Jonathan Rhys Meyers. I'm getting something with famous people. Wow. In any case, if you want to know what I think about the guy, you can go here or here. Previous posts on the matter.

The thing is, after being obsessed with "The Tudors" last weekend -I spent my whole friday watching the whole Season 2- and remembering a shot I wrote down for future references for Diek's body... I think he might have got to my subconscious.

In the dream he was... he was naked. Completely naked sitting on a sofa. I was next to him, at my family's summer place (we don't really have one, but this one was ours, I knew). His eyes were closed looking to the celling, relaxed, legs rather open and absolutely careless about his current clothing status.

-I knew he had been shaving before. His body. His whole body but his head. Maybe he needed to look hair-less for a movie or something. I looked at him and talked about... I don't know, maybe weather. It was his birthday and my family (dad, step-cunt-mother and step-bitch-sister) was throwing him a party. He couldn't go anywhere far from that couch otherwise they'd send him back and tell him to wait.

He was nice, he was chatty and easygoing. He laughed a lot and looked like nothing was bothering him. Suddenly he stood up, looked at me and streched his arms. I LOOKED at him too. He was gorgeous. Really. -Then a girl from my class came, also naked, and asked me if I was going to shave ALL my body hair too. I said I wasn't interested, it would hurt and so I didn't want it to happen. She said something to Johnny and walked away.

He sat down again, next to me. And I couldn't resist. I moved next to him and told him he had a great arm. He let me touch it so I could feel his bicep. So I did, his skin was soft and tanned. He smiled at me, but I somewhat thought he was seeing me as a silly-teenager.

And then I acted like one. I released his arm and suddenly... I licked his... 

... HIS ARM! -If you have in mind he was naked and his whole body (but his back and his ass 'cause he was sitting on them) was at my will to lick and bite and whatever I pleased to do, I went for his arm. Not his upper arm, next to his shoulder, not next to his fingers, no, just his arm.

He asked me what was I was doing, and I looked at him without releasing the arm and smiles. Then I answered I wanted to see how he tasted like. -HIS ARM!! OMG, HIS ARM. I'm so silly I'd shot myself. And I kinda knew it was a dream, I could have done so many things to him and I licked HIS ARM. -_____-

In any case, he said something like "ah, am I any good?". "Just normal". And I left him 'cause I wanted to help with the party, my step-cunt-mother would bitch me if I didn't although when I asked her she told me... she didn't need any help from me. Or something like that.

After that I saw him wearing jeans (I think men wearing only jeans will look sexier than completely naked, they leave something to imagination. But his clothless look wasn't bad at all xD), but he was rather busy doing... I don't know, but it never was like the first time I had blew. I did some other things and after that I never met him again, he stayed over somewhere else and I didn't get anything from him -but the arm licking, gosh.

The next morning after the party I asked my dad about him. He said he was gone. And I could only thing of... of... of... the arm licking and how sexy he looked on that couch, resting his head on it and with tanned skin and that great Henry VIII look, fucker -____- I don't know what's wrong with me. Arm Licking.

-Seika.

As I promised, my new hair cut. I can do many-many different styles with it, but these pictures I took. And so these ones I'm sharing ^___^

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Como prometí, my nuevo corte de pelo. Puedo hacerme muchos-muchos peinados diferentes con él, pero estas son las fotos que tomé. Así que estas son las que comparto ^___^

(Título del Post: "¡A todos nos gusta posar!", nota en la foto: "Ah, todos sabemos lo divertido que es esto")

You know what, I'm sick of this and that is why I'm posting it.

Today I got a letter from a guy, he was telling me he'd like to come to Chile and meet me in person, he emphasized he's always been single and he sent a picture. He asked me to write back to him 5 times in one-journal-page letter. -At least he wrote "please" every time.

What I hate is creppy old people sending these 1 lousy page letters and expect to be written back to. They say two or three lines and I am supposed to fall for that. This didn't happened to me when I was a teenager, but it seems being a 20 year old is hot now.

A few weeks ago I received a letter from a guy who sent a picture of a transexual jerking off. He said he was sorry if I got offended but he was told I would be able to pass that on. TO WHOM? Shit, my penpals are all pink and innocent girls. Just as I am. And despite I might be all open mided it's not something that is appealing to me seing a person with breast and a cock having sex with her/his hand!

I'm also sick of, as I live in this tiny almost unknown country in south America where surely are many indiands and we don't know how a cell phone would look like, I get letters from people who will ask for postcard and souvenirs as if my whole life depended on pleasing people I DON'T KNOW. I think twice before sending postcards to my real-penpal-friends 'cause they are expensive, and I'll do so for a guy who's 50, lives in Romania and likes soccer. -He even made a fucking list with the postcards he'd like to receive.

And they do not offer anything in exchange, that would be the polite way to go, you know, say "hey! I collect postcards, what do you collect, MAYBE we can swap?". I would consider it.

It kills me to get letters like these, most of them are from the States, but as my best pallie ever is from there, I refuse to think all americans are like that -and, well, I know they aren't. I've also got these letter from the lifeless woman from Pakistan. It's funny, she stays at her place the whole day and won't bother to write more than two paragraphs as an intro.


I think that's pretty much it. Argh, I'm still so pissed off with this guy's letter. Why the hell I get letters from creppy-old-pervs? I think I'll start writing only my e-mail. Am I the only one? Suckers.

-Seika.

I just heard the show was canceled.

I have to say I kinda felt it was going to happen. The ad campaign was shit. But the show is good, not great, but I've seen more season from crappier shows over there.

People's doing stuff to bring it back. It has 8 million viewers in the States. Wow. Go here if you want to help. Not my fave show, but it was nice to hear while working. As soundtrack. Anyway.

-Seika.

PS: If any of my penpals is reading this, theres a list on the left side of the bar of my LJ that says which letters I've got and I still owe -as well as some of the ones I've already sent and the current status of it. I want to finish all but Andrea's by this weekend. We'll see how it goes. ^___^

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME (first pet, current car): Bamba None

2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME (fave ice cream flavor, favorite type of shoe): Chocolate Mouse Plataform

3. YOUR NATIVE AMERICAN NAME (favorite color, favorite animal): Blue Cat

4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME (middle name, city where you were born): Patricia Santiago -This is kinda funny.

5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 of your first name): Ari  Ma

6. SUPERHERO NAME (2nd favorite color, favorite drink): Black Vodka

7. NASCAR NAME (the first names of your grandfathers): Ruben Juan -What's Nascar?

8. STRIPPER NAME (the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy): Euphoria Chocolate

10. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME (your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter): Sonia San Francisco -I just thought of that city xD

11. SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday, flower): Birthday Lily

12. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now): Strawberry  Gloves

13. HIPPIE NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree): Muffin Liquidambar