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Paranoia in English!

2008-07-19T03:01:55Z

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!

Jay took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“Shit”

Diek’s words echoed across his brain, telling him to wake up. To go back to him.

His body felt heavy and his blood cold. Loosing control of his limbs, there wasn’t much he could still do but try to listen to Jay’s voice calling him desperately.

The words blurred into incomprehension and the sound faded to nothingness. Blood was raging in his head as he felt the void that was filling his heart, as everything turned black.

He could not feel nor hear, lost somewhere between his body and immortality.

He needed to breath; the air within him was decreasing quickly. He needed his lungs to work again; his throat to open up.

He was fighting so hard to stay alive.

Jay wasn’t conscious but he wasn’t completely out either, he couldn’t hear Diek but knew he was still next to him; probably calling out to him in desperation.

He wanted to find him. He wanted to reach him out of the darkness that was consuming him; feel his embrace once again, that simple gesture that made him feel protected.

Jay needed Diek to be by his side for he didn’t want to feel like his life meant nothing.

He was terrified of finding himself dying alone, with no one to care. No one to cry.

And thus he fought, for he had Diek and Diek wanted to keep him.

But he knew there was going to be a moment when all efforts were to be in vain. There was going to be a moment when he was going to be too tired to keep trying.

He just hoped the time would come when Diek will be laying by his side, telling him to hang on. Confessing his love to him.

He instinctively gasped and coughed.

It was dark, yet he was still alive and the scent his nose received vaguely announced to him his location.

Diek’s voice was unique and comforting and the heavy touch over his forehead was real.

Jay coughed again, still too numb to give coherent meaning to the words he was hearing.

“Open your eyes”. He knew when Jay was sleeping.

He obeyed even though the little motion was painful as he saw Diek sitting next to him on their bed.

Jay couldn’t remember were they where before yet he knew he was laying in the only place he would have dared to call ‘home’.

“Need something?”

He opened his mouth to get air and his head gave a negative answer. He did not want Diek to be away. And Diek himself knew that as his hands played with Jay’s lips.

“Are you gonna be okay?” He asked looking at his green eyes with worry “angel?”

Jay kept silent, couldn’t face the crimson eyes that urged for an answer.

Jay took a deep breath and looked away. He couldn’t tell him he was dying. He didn’t want to make him leave.

Diek released the air from his lungs with a heavy sigh and moved.

Needless to say, he realized silence was better.

Jay found himself being hugged, the coldness of his body quickly disappearing.

“You’re gonna be just fine”

The blonde tried to smile. A part of him wanted to believe that, the fragment of his soul that was loving wanted to nod in agreement.

The other part was dying. And there was nothing anyone could do to stop it.

Workshop

2008-07-16T02:49:22Z

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

Exam Period

2008-07-11T21:24:59Z

... 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)

I did the scenery and lighting. The original audio was taken from the movie "Fun With Dick and Jane", the part when Dick (Jim Carrey) sings "I believe I can fly" in the elevator.

Got feedback from my teacker and had to move the walls so the character stays only in the gray background. Otherwise it looks... well, not as good as it looks now, really.

I did the lighting and the setting. Please, tell me it looks like a mental hospital room. The lighting it's poor because it's supposed to be editen in After Effects, in the animation, the character is talking to a survelliance -spelling?- camera.

The audio was taken from a Duffy Duck animation called "Duck Amuck", you can look it up in youtube if you feel like watching, it's very funny, Lucas fights with the animator who will make him dress stupid.

I changed him the clothes for the final render, as it won't look like the other-walking guy. I love to do animations to this character, it's (girl and boy) so versatil!). And looks good.

This was a walking excersise, the character only walks. It had to have a rythm. I also had to animate the cameras. It's supposed to be a runaway animation. I'm still not sure of what to put as a background, if some lights or stars or leave it as it is.

The lighting was given to me by my teacher, he had worked with it and so I only imported it to the scene, modified some shadow colour and it was all. The floor is just a plane, nothing too compicated.

This is a pop dance, the original-live-action thing was found in youtube. I think this was the animation I enjoyed the most, it was so funny and it seemed so had and then I got it so perfectly! The teacher was amazed at me, he even asked me "are you sure this is the first animation class you have?" I was drooling.

My two classmates didn't have to do this piece, the teacher asked us to bring 3 seconds per class (it might seem little, but go watch something and see how much the figure moves in that time), but I got carried away with mine (the Lucas one) and did 7 of 8 seconds. So I finished it during class time. The teacher was so surprised he told me I was jeopardizing -funny spelling for that word xD- his class and he will have to think of a special assignment for me. I was like "I'm sorry, I won't do it again .__." and he just laughed at me and told me "go look up in youtube a dance. A pro dance. A dance you won't be able to do. And you'll work on that". So I did and so I loved it. I just did 7 seconds, but I wanted to do the whole coreography! Gosh.

The lights were given to me, the same set as before, i just turned on some other features of it and it dropped the aqua-light under the girl's feet and the other small-light-cirles. They move everyframe! It's amazing!

Now I just have to work on the master video that will contain all those animations. I have an idea, I will work on it today, tomorrow and on sunday, Monday will be for relaxing and burning the DVD I have to present =P

Hope you liked it, wish me good luck (even when luck is for loosers, I won't give it back or be ungracious with ya' xD) with my video.

-Seika.

Diek from Derrewyn

2008-07-07T22:47:11Z

YOU, go see:

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TÚ, anda a ver:

diek for seika by *Derrewyn on deviant ART

About Me

2008-07-03T21:36:17Z

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.

Help?

2008-07-01T03:01:33Z

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

Kyo - Je Te Reve Encore

Un ange reste un ange, si
on ne l'oublie pas
Je t'emmêle, tu me tords
Un corps reste un corps,
mais je ne l'oublie pas
Je te fane, tu m'enterres

Je te rêve encore je t'aime
Je te rêve encore je t'aime

Au dessus des toits tu règnes oh!
Je frappe d'en bas
Quelques gouttes de moi-même
Et traverse là

La Aflicción de Oreja

2008-06-30T01:28:31Z

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

Paranoia - "En un Mundo"

2008-06-29T18:09:20Z

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

En un mundo de gusanitos verdes, de arañas de largas piernas que caminan por mi pared. De música distorsionada proveniente de costosos parlantes.

Donde todo el líquido y gas, el aroma de los cuerpos desaparece, se funde entre colores que se apagan, mientras otros se prenden, del otro lado de nuestras barreras, de nuestros propios miedos y temores.

Es en la sustancia hecha materia, en la confusión de elementos que me rodean, en extremidades entumecidas que se desdoblan, se mueven mágicamente y bailan con ritmo desgarrado, a veces fuerte, a veces lento. Siempre erótico. Es entre los deseos convertidos en tangibles que pasean entre nuestras piernas, cuando mis ojos encuentran los tuyos. La iris violeta, los cabellos naranjos. La piel rosácea.

Entro en ti. En tus sentimientos. En tus ojos hechos de estrellas de amanecer, de auroras boréales. En tus labios de sueños e historia.

No hay contacto cuando los objetos vuelan a velocidades cambiantes entre nuestras manos que luchan cansadamente por encontrarse. No consigo tocarte.

Escucho tu respiración, escucho el latido de tu corazón, escucho la sangre correr en tus venas, a un ritmo demasiado lento para la mía que se bombea y se bombea, busca mi cuerpo, lo abraza y le hace el amor.

En mis oídos se aloja la música que has puesto, en mi nuca escucho los bajos. En mi pecho las guitarras. En mi boca tu voz. Mientras, en este mundo de gusanitos verdes y de mariposas de alas moradas que sueltan su magia sobre nuestras cabezas me retuerzo. No sé si de dolor. No sé si es angustia. No sé si es emoción.

Dudo que sea amor.

Me encuentro en un universo de agua espesa y alucinógenos. Me aferro a objetos de diáfana estructura que se escapan cuando los acerco a mi cuerpo. Viajo en un mundo donde nada hace sentido. Donde nada antes yo he visto. Conozco y reconozco, recuerdo y añoro. Deseo y poseo mentalmente a tus ojos de hielo violeta, de pupila azul dilatada, de largas pestañas de serpientes que guardan tus secretos. Agarro tu mano bruscamente, me abrazo a ti y cierro los ojos. Los colores no desaparecen, las sensaciones gritan nombres inteligibles. Los abro.

Tú ya no estás allí. Eres tú, pero no eres tú. Es tu cuerpo, pero no es tu alma; es tu alma, pero no soy yo.

El cielo está debajo de mí, la tierra me golpea en la frente. Movimientos frenéticos de entes que no veo sacuden mi cuerpo.

Y tú sigues allí. Ese que eres tú pero no existe, con tus labios de aromas castigados, de deseos opacados. Con tu cuerpo de ladrón. El sol de posa en tu cabeza, tiñe tu cabello, tiñe mechones que no se acercan a mis miembros.

Y yo te observo en un universo de colores que cambian y formas que se burlan con admiración. Mis labios se separan, una bocanada de aire satura mis pulmones con el olor de un gas y deseo vomitar. Y te deseo besar. Y deseo que desaparezcas y despiertes en mi pecho. Y que tus dedos no se separen de mi perfil. Y el temor de perderte desaparece cuando las arañas de largas patas nos unen, formando una red rosada entre nosotros. Sangre y esperma.

Mi amor. Tu odio. Mi todo. Tú mío.

Estoy atado a ti cuando las luces se encienden y apagan. No temo que te alejes, estamos amarrados. Encadenados por seres que ya no me asustan.

Tú ya no estás allí. Eres tú, pero no eres tú. Es tu cuerpo, pero es tu alma; es tu alma, pero no soy yo. Somos ambos. Somos parte de lo mismo, la esencia de lo que hay. Los despojos de lo que desapareció.

Tú ya no estás allí. Soy yo.

Tú estás acá. Entre el cielo bajo tus pies y la tierra que golpea tu cabeza.

Hentai

2008-06-26T14:46:06Z

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.

Quote

2008-06-23T23:40:15Z

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

-Calvin.

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"

-Calvin.

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

Teamwork

2008-06-21T04:04:48Z

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.

Pajamas

2008-06-14T16:01:11Z

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.

Withdrawal Syndrome

2008-06-14T15:26:10Z

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 for allurame, 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.

DdeC y Diek y Blah

2008-06-04T15:23:36Z

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.

About Dreams and Stupidity

2008-06-04T13:47:29Z

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.

We All Love To Pose!

2008-06-02T00:14:09Z

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")

Penpals

2008-05-31T23:06:55Z

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'd wish labels were A4 sized so that way I could post this on the FBs, but well.

0.- NO SHORT INTROS.
Two paragraphs are a short intro. And I won't write back.

1.- I won't write back to men.
No, I won't. I like guys and I think they are cool and everything. But they haven't been nice pals and I don't want to spend anymore money giving chances to people.

2.- Age IS important.
Yeah, you don't write your age in your intro letter, you only say: "I think age is just a number and friendship shouldn't be determined by age", it means you're more than 50 and don't want to scare me off. Well, do not bother. I want people my age to talk about stuff I'm going through and can understand me. If I wanted to tell my problems to a 50 year old, I'd go to my dad, or my mum, or my aunt, or my teachers, or a shink (and even she is younger than that). If you're more than 10 years old than I am, well, forget about me.

3.- If you're a men and you're stubborn enough to write to me, be sure you're NOT SINGLE.
Single people in their 40s who will write to a girl in her 20s, have never been married and still live with their mother is sad. Very sad.

4.- I won't send any postcards, souvenir or small chilean thingies.
Especially if you're asking for that in your intro. Chile is not touristically modern and everything for tourist is fucking expensive and I won't spend my Starbucks money on those. If you offer to swap something interesting, like, a house, I'd consider it.

5.- I won't send photos of me -although if you're reading this, you probably know how I look like.
In any case, I won't ask for your picture, and I don't want to print out anything for you for at least a couple of letters. I don't think look's important.

6.- I want my stamps back.
Yeah, I re use them, stop complaining about that, even if they are marked. Just SEND THEM, it's my bussines how to deal with the mark.

7.- e-Mail me first.
Please, if you do not write your e-mail in the letter or send one to me, you have 80% chances I won't write back to you. Why? Simple, 'cause I want to know where to reach you. I want you to introduce yourself to see if I want to write to you or not. This is for you, I'll save you from wasting money. I'm a kind and considerate person.

8.- No mum's who will talk only about their babies.
'Cause I don't like kids. Period.

9.- Work on your intro.
I won't write back to lousy written sheets, even more if they are shitty folded up. That shows absolute zero care, and less care for the person you're writing to. I've always thought you're seeling youself through an intro, it's like a pilot episode, you throw everything you have in, the person getting the letter will like at least a couple of things from that, and then you can continue from it. I'm like that, if you say you like photography, anime, watch TV, surf the net and hang out with your friends and boyfriend... well, 80% of the people do that too, why are you special?
... And, in any case, why would I want to know you like to be with your boyfriend? Something we have in common? "Yeah, I like to hang out with your boyfriend too!". Just, work on that.

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.

Moonlight

2008-05-30T00:38:13Z

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. ^___^

Thingie

2008-05-28T00:11:57Z

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

Hair

2008-05-27T23:59:08Z

Had my hair cut.

For no reason but I just pictured myself with shorter hair thanks to ariadnem. And so I thought: why don't give it a try?

Pictures to come soon, I don't like how I look when I just did something to my hair. It will be in a couple of days, when I had figured out how to deal with it myself.

But I love it.

LOVE it ^____^ Yay!

-Seika.

Live-Concert

2008-05-25T15:29:32Z

Muse's coming to Santiago.

And the fucking ticket is fucking expensive. And it's just yard location.

But I'm gonna pay for it nonetheless! This won't be another regret like The Killers + Starsailor + Travis (all together). No, sir.

And I don't fucking care if no one wants to join me. blackvspurple rambling so much about the band has made me want to go! -Just 'cause I know I've complaint a few times they won't come to Chile.

YES. seikita is going to Muse!... Gotta get the money for the ticket and ask my bro friend if he'd like to come with me. I know he likes all that kind of music. And he's got the money to do so.

-Seika.

Online Role-Play

2008-05-25T02:59:49Z

There was a time when I played in a Saint Seiya Online RPG. It was fun and it was challenging and I learnt a lot. Mostly about yaoi, but among some other things -hehehe.

I was reading a letter (an actual postmail letter, captain_muchiko) from a pal in Germany, she told me she was playing online, via e-mail, I guess, a yaoi story. Or slash... or homo story. I hate mixing those terms up ^^U She told me the story she was playing and such and I thought to myself: "those were cool times, I learnt a lot, really, and it was interesting sharing a character with someone else (I mean, the character I've created someone acually care to read it) and dealing with unexpected things".

You know what? I want to roleplay again. I want to write about a character and have fun and actually write. -My school-time is less than productiveless for writing, not for thinking about that, though.

But, then, it's hard, I'd like to play original characters, I don't want to end up with a Saint Seiya character that has been already used by someone else and has a sucky boyfriend (sí, captain_muchiko, DM tiene un sucky boyfriend. Todos sabemos que no es tu culpa, pero es cierto ^^U). I want something rather new. And I don't want to play with many people. Just one or two? Hey, I want this thing to be fast and... fast.

Yeah, I'm very demanding when it comes to that. But maybe some of you people out there would like to write a story with me, with two or maybe three main characters, not necessarily a homo story, it can be about... well, whatever, really. -Although, please, human beings xD -And I know I have creative friends, maybe one of you would like to try? I also know my f-list likes to write. Come on, people! ^___^ I know you want that too. It might be fun, write a story by bits with someone else and see what comes out from that ^____^

You know, I so want this, that I might give a try writing in english -that's why the post is in english to begin with-, but probably you'll have to beta-read my parts -hehehe. I'll do my best though. So, anyone up for it?

Or, even better, anyone knows someone who's looking for something like this? You talk to people! Maybe you've heard ^___^ Anyways, let me know ^____^ You'll get my eternal gratitude and I always try my best when it comes to writing and... well, I think I should be off to work now. I've been procrastinating the whole day and work's gonna catch up with me.

-Seika.

Off-topic PS: bitexmarks, look up for the song I'm listening, I think you might like it, the lyrics are SO inspiring! I think you'll know to appreciate them ^___^

Supernatural

2008-05-21T17:47:11Z

I HATE SUPERNATURAL'S SEASONS ENDINGS!

I WANNA SEE DEAN! I WANNA SEE DEMONS AND URBAN LEGENDS!

RELEASE THE FUCKING FOURTH SEASON NOOOOOOOOW

-Seika.

About Dreams and History

2008-05-19T11:38:58Z

This week has been dreamy-productive xD I've shared dreamy nights with bitexmarks and allurame. And I've been trying to hook up with Diek -well, better luck next time xD

Last night I had a dream with Greek history. I think this might be 'cause I'm reading a book related to Alcibiades (Socrates lover). And maybe what I dreamt was true, and so this wasn't made up by my subconscious.

There was a time in Greek religion, before christianism and before they turned to ortodoxes, when they had... other religion. greek one. If you know what I mean. There was this ritual that was made for oracle priests. When they died they had to be buried with a translator.

As they could only speak prophecies and woulnd't be undestood by anyone else, the history goes by a translator was chosen to be buried alive in a small coffin with them.

I saw this, the translator was all doped out, carrying what was supposed to be a dictionary. He was chained up but looked relaxed. The priest was dead. It was a beautiful ceremony. Considering.

I also had the chance to see how Alcibiades made his way through a joke that ended up with the priest's body on the floor. That after I rewined it. -I had to rewind the dream 'cause there was someone with me I wanted to show about Greek rituals.

Hm. The translator was dressed in bright purple. And the priest was dead. Here went Greek history for you ^___^ Directly from my dream.

-Seika.

Estupidez

2008-05-17T21:59:08Z

Le robé esto a yuuko_black y lo posteo acá sólo por el placer de compartirlo con captain_muchiko.

Y porque es gracioso.

Programar es como el Sexo

    * Un error y tienes que aguantarlo el resto de tu vida.
    * Una vez que empiezas, no pararás hasta que estés exhausto.
    * Hace falta una persona experimentada para apreciar de verdad lo que estás haciendo.
    * Sin embargo, hay gente rara que está orgullosa de su falta de experiencia.
    * Puedes hacerlo por dinero o por diversión.
    * Si pasas más tiempo haciéndolo que viendo la tele, la gente piensa que eres un bicho raro.
    * No es un tema muy apropiado para hablar en la cena.
    * No se enseña lo suficiente en la escuela pública.
    * No tiene ningún sentido tratar de explicarlo en términos estrictamente clínicos.
    * Algunas personas son buenas en ello por naturaleza.
    * Pero algunos no se darán cuenta de lo malos que son, y pierdes el tiempo tratando de decírselo.
    * Hay gente rarita de prácticas extrañas con la que nadie está a gusto.
    * Un pequeño error puede arruinarlo TODO.
    * Es una buena manera de hacer una pausa en la comida.
    * Todo el mundo actúa como si fuera el primero en tener una nueva técnica.
    * Todos los que lo han hecho alardean de ello ante los que no lo han hecho.
    * Los principiantes lo hacen torpemente.
    * Lo echarás de menos cuando haya pasado un rato.
    * Siempre hay alguien que desea escribir sobre la mejor manera de hacer las cosas.
    * No va bien cuando estás borracho, pero parece que te gusta más hacerlo.
    * A veces es divertido usar juguetes caros.
    * Otras personas simplemente estorban.