Monday, December 8, 2003

Scratch the previous post ^^;;; I decided to make the post today, since I've been listening to the CD way too many times @_@;;

Ok, how to start an objective view on this? That's really, reaaaaaally tough, because I'm a Cibrián-Mahler fan. But whatever, if you are reading this, you can deal with me a little longer XD
We weren't sure about this musical because some friends from mom's friend said they went to see it and they weren't so convinced. Something that put us a bit down. The idea was to go to the Colon Theatre to watch Carmen from Bizet, knowing the tickets would cost an eye from our faces, but unfortunatelly, we couldn't get it. The shows for Saturday and Sunday were full and grumbling, we left the theatre thinking what to do. The last big kick was the Ghost of Canterville (official site here), a musical based on the story from Oscar Wilde and directed by Pepito Cibrián and musicalised by Angel Mahler, a duet that produced a good bunch of kick-assey musicals in here. Last year I went to watch "The 1001 nights" and it was nice but... *shrug* Well, I just liked it ^^; We went back to the apartment and then to the theatre to get the tickets. They were selling the OST and the mini photo book at the entrance. I said 'Nah. I'll just watch it and if I like it, I'll buy it later'.

The show started with a great scenario. It was huge and with the beautiful green, blue and white lights creating neat shapes with the stage. At the corridors at both sides of the seats, there were 8 portraits hanging with the ghosts and antique vintage brush effects on them. The photo quality was soooo good that made me think more than once 'what if I ask one to the pictures later..?' Whatever, the lights went off and some metal guards that were standing at the scenario left the place walking down the stage and going to the door where we entered. Their movements amused me. Seemed like a big Michael Jackson fans congretation imitating their 'robot walk' XPP!!

I won't spoil you the story, of course, but here are the tips of what I enjoyed most:

- First off, the costumes. My first impression when I saw them live (I saw some pictures on the official site long ago and I thought they were cool, but nothing compared to the live and direct action >D!) was: OOOHHHHMMYYGAWDTHATISSTUNNING. Delisshhhiousshh 17th-18th century clothing making you drool like mad if you are a vintage lover. Then, the ghost, the main character, especially at his entrance. The guy rocked, literally. He had a deep voice and sometimes his whig reminded me of Legolas from TLoR ^^;;;;

Of course, due to the uncurable of my mind, I could not stop looking at him with the other ghosts and rubbing my palms together (see the horns above?) for niiice slashy action. Being Oscar Wilde, this was MORE than possible. Ehehehehhe. Ehe. Ehe. Ehe.

*cough* Sorry, well, the next was, of course:
-The music. It was live, not an icky background. The orchestra was divided in 2 at the sides of the stage. I noticed the use of violins mostly, I guess, to give the sensation of ancient times, melancholy, you get the idea. Also, romantic moments. The xylophone was present in certain moments, magical most of all. The leiv-motif of the entire musical is simply unique. Makes you literally fly, just gives you the sensation of something really ethereal yet powerful and supreme. The lyrics of the songs were VERY, VERY good. Example:

(nip)

"It's just an instant
what we need
to overflow with
the need to find each other

Which world does it belong?
From where does it come from?
Though I know he's (she's) been by my side
and I want to see him (her) again

Life is really a caprice
to think I never thought
to feel what I'm feeling
I'd like to understand what's going on with me

A thousand phrases have been said about this
And a thousand more will be said
though this is mine, and it's the one that carries me on
What can I do to understand it?"

(nip)

Virginia:
"You promised me something else
that I could find in you
an ideal world"

Ghost:
"That's what we are, Ideals.
but we are not earthy.
We are something that's gone
Like shadows we vanish
frail rain from the sky
that falls only on those who can see us"

Sorry for the horrible English translation, but I tried to keep the lyrics as much as I could X_x;; Third was...

- MORIK! XDDDD >XD >XD >XD >XDD~~~~~~!!! *SQUEAL* That puddle of insane coolness stole my interest all the show long >XD~~~~~~~~~ The Ghost Morik was a secondary character but he made my day with his act. I was tempted, oh yes I was, to wait till the play was over and hunt the actor backstage to stalk him to get the CD signed by him with Morik's name on it too. I JUST WANTED TO SQUISH HIM! >XDDD!!!! But I thought that was a little too much. Too many people to talk with to get backstage, too many puppy eyes to make to the theatre owners and I know I was going to make myself look like an ass (more than I generally do, I mean) because a comment on the slashy side would come out from me. I could live without it XPPPP XD XD XD XD XD and more >XD >XD >XD~~~~~~~~!!! Needless to say, my fave character from the entire play :3

*thinking* I could have blackmailed them with the "But it's my biiirrrr~~~thday!" trick. Hmm. Next time XD

- The Americans: Muwahahhahah!!! *rolls laughing* The ridiculisation of certain things made me crackle. Like, for example, when the ghosts try to scare Nicholas Otis Otison (the American who bought Canterville). He just stays there and the ghosts go away saying 'yeah, we scared him' and he says "No". The white gang turn around with a "SAY WHAT??!?" expression when he starts commenting on the deficience of their scary techniques. That their chains make too much noise and they need "Aceitol" (Something like Oil-o-matik) and takes the product off to offer it to them. The ghosts faces made me roll on my ass laughing like nuts. Needless to say, they had more products like those to them, like a tonic for their throats or a cleaner for the blood marks on the floor.

The funny is that when the play was over, I went to buy the CD and... GONE! No CD! Ohhhh nooo... the girl said they only had one tonight and they were waiting for the print to deliver the rest. Imagine my expression. Well, so the following day the girl got me there, standing and tapping my foot anxiously but yep, I got the CD and the photo book XDXD some of those photos are these with this entry. Today, on my way back to my city, I listened to the CD. Aahh, what a pleasure.

Because you knew this was coming, here it is: a song from the OST for you to download

Just an instant - Ghost of Canterville. Argentina, 2003.

07:56 p.m.
BGM :: The Eden / Ghost of Canterville OST

Monday, December 8, 2003

Otanjoubi omedetou gozaimasu
To me.

I'm 23 now, yadda, yadda, yadda. Oi, oi oi. Ñaca, ñaca, ñaca.

If you are obvious about it, today it's been 23 years since John Lennon was killed by that Chapman weirdo. Yes, I was born the exact day.
I had a pretty cool present from mom: 3 days in Buenos Aires city. I went to the Japanese Garden, went to San Telmo (vintage land), to the theatre to see The Ghost of Canterville, the musical, to Camelot to spend a good bunch of money buying stuff (Card Captor Sakura vol 12 with the Sakura and Clow cards included, Cowboy Bebop's "No Disc", Evangelion's "Evangelion:DEATH" and Rurouni Kenshin's "SONGS"), to a giant bookshop(knowing me, where else?) where mom bought me 2 books as b-day gift (One of "Bushido" by Inazo Nitobe, and "Sembazuru" by Yaasunari Kawabata *O*) and last night, we went to dinner at Rodizzio, a 5 star restaurant. Needless to say, I ate things I wont eat in 10 years or so. Caviar, salmon, 34 varieties of sushi, champagne, etc, etc. The place was near the river in Puerto Madero, a kind of zone full of those luxurious restaurants, all paid by mom's friend who hosted us at her apartment in the city. It was full of foreigns everywhere. French, Americans, Japanese. EVERYWHERE. Anywhere we went.

The ghost... rocked my panties. HARD, I tell you. I'll make a long post later, which will be WAY later because my laptop is, once again, screwed and I need to install (one again, of course) Windows in here. It will take 3 days. Why? Because the previous tech moron installed windows OVER the other versions, so Kanoe needs a good cleaning process from all that junk.

*hugs and kisses to Mou, Ali-sweets and Para-Para-chan who wished me a good birthday (BTW, could you mail me the piccies you posted on your blog? I can't see any picture with Kanoe in this state -_-;;). Indeed, it was <3

...

I was... waiting for something. But still, it's ok.

...

... I'm still waiting.

02:53 p.m.
BGM :: Just an instant / Ghost of Canterville OST

Friday, December 5, 2003

Kagome Kagome
Kago no naka no tori wa
Itsu itsu deyaru?
Yoake to ban ni.
Tsuru to kame ga subetta
Ushiro no shoumen dare?

12:26 p.m.
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Thursday, December 4, 2003

*looks at window* *Still with that song in her head* *looks up* e_e *looks to the left* <_<... *to the right* ...>_>

*singing in her head*
/KOI-SHI-MA-SHO! NEBA-RI-MA-SHOOO!! Ai subeki yumemiBIIIIIIII-itooo!/

Yes, I have that moronic song in my head. Fuck. >_<'''

12:52 p.m.
BGM :: Koishimasho Nebarimasho / Akihabara Denno Gumi (singing in my head)

Monday, December 1, 2003

I've just noticed I didn't add you to the updates of new links X_X so there you are now. I made a little link button too, since this looks like a new tradition for new-linked people. *sweatdrop* Anyways, it's Miyabi, and I hope you like it ^^

In other news, I joined an Inuyasha forum where there's an art contest every month (or so the one making that post said) about CG coloring. I couldn't do mine on time but I'm waiting till next time to get it. I'm still debating myself on which CG coloring style is better: the one with straight lines (for example, here), where the lines of the shadows are defined; or the one with blurry lines (example, here), where the lines are shaded with the shadow. I personally think I like the second style better. Opinions?

01:47 p.m.
BGM :: Fukai Mori / D.A.I.

Sunday, November 30, 2003

Aaaah, gotta love Melissa.

*is done for the day*

04:36 p.m.
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Saturday, November 29, 2003

Stay tunned for chapter 2, next week after the horrible immortal creature's Dentist appointment! MUWAHAHAH.

04:57 p.m.
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Friday, November 28, 2003

Bought Inuyasha movie 1. Nice nice niiiiice. And to make it better, the first scene starts with the sexy voice of Sesshomaru. I think I licked the screen for 20 minutes, aproximately. Sometimes I felt the scenes along with the plot were kind of... retarded. The dialogues before attacking the BigScaryMonsta' (TM) were way too long, and in that meantime, Mennomaru could have kicked them out of the globe with a tick of his pinky finger. But otherwise, it was a pretty movie.

Now, I'm really pissed to believe I'm the only Sesshomaru fan with the shota complex. I can't find a single decent site dedicated to the Sesshomaru/Rin pairing with fanfiction and the few I read made me 1) get toothache for its sappyness 2) get my eyelids closed by the boring storyline.

*is alone in an island* Calling Sesshomaru/Rin lovers. Spread the love!

(Inuyasha rant)

How come I'm the only one here wanting to see a site dedicated to those two in something *else* than the typical parental/brotherwise/friend relationship? Since most of the fans out there I've seen apparently see Sesshomaru and Rin like that. Come on, he won't waste his time bringing back to life to a little girl when he surely murdered thousand. And I don't think he has the parental instincts, say, awakened for a moment. If Rin took care of him, despite his obvious reaction to ignore the girl and push her off, I don't think she did it for simple admiration or as part of her instinct to protect those in need. Not only for that. And Sesshomaru (Believe me, I hate the Fluffy nickname and most of all, the "Sess" many fans call him. Ick!) reacts at every singlel danger that might affect his little girl. Yes, you read well. HIS little girl, because he owns her since the moment he brought her back to life. *griiin*

(/Inuyasha rant)

Finally I added Jessi, Tania and Terra to my links. I even made a little button as gift for Jessi and Tania, since they didn't have one. I'm wondering if I should link Jessi's livejournal since I've been reading her mostly there than in the other one. I hope both like their little linking buttons ^^

I hope Ali's having a good holiday with her family. *kissy*

06:39 p.m.
BGM :: the street cars

Thursday, November 27, 2003

Thanks Merlin the background worked as a glove with the rest of the layout *cheers*

At last Tabris is gracing my blog. At first, I had a darker idea with him, but when I saw the b/w sketch, the Arabic themed idea popped into my head. Needless to say, THANK YOU BUNCHES for the gorgeous art, FC ^_____^

Now to rest an hour before going to sweat my ass out at the library. Joy.

01:19 p.m.
BGM :: the ventilator in my living-room.

Tuesday, November 25, 2003

Lookit me! Getting distracted on the misery of my life! Yay.

I've joined Deviant Art. Why? Because I wanted to try something new, and so far, it's pretty decent. I posted a good bunch of my web works, something I promised to Mou, but in a website made by me. Kind of her imagery-esque site. I'll do it, since there's only a quarter of all my online works in here.

I got my guts and made my first CG coloring. Can anyone blame FC of reading Wild Rock way too many times? XP Anyways, I don't know from where she got her inspiration but the drawing looks neat. My CG coloring skills aren't as good as you'd expect, but hey, that's my first one.

Welcome to blog-land to Tania and Terra. Both a pair of nice, light hearted spirits who added a twist of good vibes to these days of mine (which haven't been nice at all). I need to add you both to my blog reads. That will come with the new version of PH.

Yo, Para-para, Tripod's adds are the worse thing in the wired world. I prefer a thousand times Geocities', since there's just 1 and with 2 clicks away. But Tripod's are so big and annoying ><'

Veritaserum has a new layout. No, I haven't done it. It's all Jo's work. I could by no means make such a pretty layout. Ahh.. skills, skills.

01:41 p.m.
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Monday, November 24, 2003

Yes, I know I said I was going to change layout, and I will. I had a version ready to upload but changed my mind. Now I want another.

In this state of mine, expect the unexpected.

01:34 p.m.
BGM :: Duvet / BôA

Sunday, November 23, 2003

Taken by Algésiras, just look at the wonders of the eye.

And speaking of her work, I wonder when am I going to be able to read an English version of Candelabres. *thud thud thud thud thud* Damn my lack of French knowledge and credit-card-less nature. The art is exquisite and it's only in French... *frustration pit (TM)*

*takes deep breath intake* Better days will come.

11:47 a.m.
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Saturday, November 22, 2003

This needs a new layout. Today.

And I'll be addying the long delayed journals I'm reading nowadays. I forgot to add them later because I'm such a wuss.

02:11 p.m.
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Friday, November 21, 2003

I've just finished reading Interview with the Vampire.

I shouldn't have read it at this moment. I finished crying, anguished and hating the book and Anne Rice to death.

*sigh*

05:56 p.m.
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Thursday, November 20, 2003

So, I'm still here and fulfilling my spiritual hole with more books. I finished reading "The 47 samurai. The story of the brave samurai of Ako" by Tamenaga Shunsui, and I ordered online "The book of the 5 rings" by Miyamoto Musashi, just to fulfill my bushido interest. I still have to find a good version of Genji Monogatari. And in anime speaking, I ordered the Inuyasha movie online, as well.

Yes, I know what you are saying. I don't care.

15 days today. I'm still waiting. Here.

12:53 p.m.
BGM :: nothing.

Sunday, November 16, 2003

Wednesday I went to the doctor in Rosario. The trip was less than pleasant. There was a storm and a tornado hit Rosario. I couldn't get a bus back to my place, so I got stuck there from 6 to 10 pm. I got no bus at all and I didn't want to wait for longer. I just wanted to be HOME and so I called one of the taxi's in my city to come and pick me (40 something kilometers. It's not so much). I did not care how much that was going to cost me. I wanted to go back. On the ride back, the tornado moved and took me again. The car moved like a leaf in the middle of a furious sea and we had to stop with other trucks and cars too. The wind pushed the trucks down. And the bus I was going to take and couldn't, crashed. Twelve people died.

Premonition? Sixt sense? *shrug*

I came back home at 12. Whatever, another strong wind, close to tornado, hit my city. In a second, the entire place was covered by a cloud of dust that didn't allow much vision. Twenty minutes later, we got a phone call from my mom's work: her library's roof has been blown by the wind.

The library's in a college complex in the middle of the country side. It was night, and when I arrived at the place, I found pieces of roof everywhere, people carrying the books, chairs, PCs and etc. When I entered the library with mom, I could see the sky up there. The roof was entirely ripped by the wind. One of the ventilators was found 200 meters away. Wires, iron beams everywhere. Mom got a nervous breakdown and cried as she looked everywhere. The work of months, blown by a wind. Everybody cursed the dammed architect, who was staring at this as if it was hell on Earth. For him, it was. It better be.

Some people got hurt, and I'm still wondering how I didn't, considering I got in the middle of twisted metals to search for lost objects and books.

Seems to be that since last week the disgrace took my life all at once, with its full fury.

And damn, I miss her so much.

In other news, Ali got her domain back. Fiiiiiiinally.

02:12 p.m.
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Monday, November 10, 2003

>> Download (800x600)

Before you ask, yes, the screencap quality sucks because I took it and the file is not so good in quality. Second, discover what the big kanji means and amuse me. Heh.

I was watching RK on TV again and this ending song got stuck by a funny reason. I so hate my subconscious.

01:50 a.m.
BGM :: 1/3 no Junjou na Kanjou / SIAM SHADE

Sunday, November 9, 2003

Patience is a virtue, they say. And I can wait. Just like the tiger in the water. Finding my refugee in books, I'm letting the torment of my soul, give me a break for a while and remain neutral. Whichever the result of all this might be.

I've been restless for the last 3 days. My allergies "mysteriously" showed up with the highest intensity. My hands are sore, red and full of scars. They passed the limits of my palms and they now reached the inner parts of my arms, some of my legs and feet. My head is like an abyss in pain. When I think it finally calmed down, I feel a wave of coldness and then, when I try to move a finger, my entire body hurts as if I was bumped by an elephant. Looks like my blood is screaming under my skin. My body is not stupid. There's nothing to do but wait. I tried it all.

I'm going to see my doctor in Rosario on... Tuesday, I think. I supposely should tell him all I have inside. Problem is, I don't want to. But I must do it. There's nothing else to loose. /I/ have nothing else to loose. Part of someone's serenity is formed by a strong temple.

For those semi interested in my webmistress side, notice that Bloodlust reached the 50 members, so I made a gift for my visitors: an Alucard winamp skin. I don't like the result, but whatever, don't ask something too complicate from my fragile state right now. You can poke at me an stab me later when I reach some stability, if I reach it. Buddha and Kannon, guide me.

More exciting news: I'm going next Wednesday to Buenos Aires to spend a big bunch of money in books with my boss, in person. Oh yes. Just him, me and his 12-15 bodyguards. Sucks to be one of the 5 powerful and richest men of Argentina, huh?

I'm spending money and buying a lot of books for myself to fulfill my soul hole with materialistic bullshit. Bought a book about Japan's conception of beauty and 2 takonbouns from Clover, Spanish Edition. Reading calms me down.

I'm waiting for Ali who is as fucked up as I am right now, but she's surely sleeping. She's been feeling too bad these 3 days as well. I'm anxious, but keeping my blood cold. We just have to wait.

Just wait.

03:14 p.m.
BGM :: Fukai mori / Sesshomaru's theme. Whatever. I don't remember the singer.

Thursday, November 6, 2003

There are many ways to die. One of them is realising about it.

Only fools are capable to love.

Good night to all.

01:02 a.m.
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Thursday, November 6, 2003

- I don't know, my Lord. What I know, is that Sekigahara has nothing to do with this gentleman's loyalty towards yourself.
- Of course it is -Genji replied- What else could it be?
- Love. -Heiko said.
- Love? -Genji was surprised. He haven't noticed any gesture nor revealling look between Heiko and Mukai - You mean he's also in love with you?
- No, my Lord. -she couldn't hide a smile- Not with me.

(...)

And that was the day when he saw that special guard of sword, and something cracked inside him. Before he could even realise about it, he was crying. (...)
Clouds of sparrows. Even if it was a representation scarved in steel, weren't they more free than what he'd ever be?
Genji's beauty.
His own uglyness.
An empty space.
Happyness. A pure happyness, individual, personal, selfish. To think in one self and forget everything behind. Even better: disapear in the joy of unforbidden love. If he could be with Genji he could melt away, and it would only remain Genji, gorgeous, so supremely gorgeous.(...) The idea to die in the same place and the same moment than Genji's made his imagination jump into an exquisite vision of an almost insoportable beauty. It was excessive to wait for something like that. But not impossible. Both would die in each other's arms, while the blood of love made each other more beautiful even, in the eternal moment of death.
A warm happyness flooded Mukai's chest. Winter was also gone inside him. He admitted with no shame the truth he felt in the deepest of his being.

(...)

- Genji! Genji! Genji!
Taken by an almost painful extasy, Mukai felt he was incarnating the Brighting God alive as he mounted his horse to Genji's rescue. His love allowed him to see the posibilities he never have dared to imagine. To act guided by his love set him forever free. The happyness he felt was selfish, personal, absolutely pure. He couldn't think in his duty, family, position, history, tradition, obligation, prestige or shame. There was nothing else but love, nor other world that he and Genji formed.
A hundred and eighty loyal servers were standing in that sorrow ride from his insignificant north domain. The prophecy of Genji-sama about a certain victory was enough to convince them. As Mukai knew, Genji never said anything about such prophecy. Mukai simply lied, and he did it extremely well. The love made him, mysteriously, to posess the eloquency he needed. His servers, used to a dumb, introverted and shy lord, believed in his words and obbeyed full of admiration.
Now, under the protection of a standart of the sparrow and the arrows, like in his dreams, Mukai was far away from the fear and hope, from life and death, from past and future. He was charging against the men who were in between his way to his delightful abandom.
- Genji!
He was screaming his beloved's name: a declaration, a war scream, a sacred mantra.
(...) No! They could not die apart! Not after witnessing that his love and destiny were so correct. He left behind his guard and avanced to the front, to the turbulent mass of men and swords.
-Genji!
Brutally slashing heads here and there, he made his way to Genji's position. The enemy weapons were forming a compact mass, and soon they pushed his horse down. He barely felt the swords around him, cutting. Genji. He had to reach Genji. He kept going, making his own way on foot.
- Mukai-san! Wait! -his allies tried as much as they could to reach him from behind.
- Genji!
- Mukai!
He climbed the mure of horses and jumped to the other side. He made a reverence and said:
- My Lord. I came, as I promised.
- Watch out! -Genji exclaimed as he pushed a sword away with his own, coming directly to Mukai's back - We must save our cortesies for now. Allow me to say that I'm just surprised and glad to see you, Mukai.
- My Lord... -Mukai repeated.
The same love that gave him the eloquence, was now taking it out from him.
- My Lord. -Was everything he could say.
Genji was all covered in blood from feet to head. Mukai didn't know if it was his or his enemies, or if it was from the rests of the horses everywhere. Did it matter? In that precious moment, with Genji, fighting side to side in the most terrible conditions, all distinction between himself and the rest just vanished off. There was no subject, nor object, no absence of the run of time. What was inside him and what was outside? Not only it was impossible to find an answer, but the question itself lacked of all its sense.
-My Lord.
Many deseperated moments happenend in front of his eyes, for what it looked that it was the end. Too many men from Kawakami, and those from Genji were just a few. (...) Another attack of riffles coming from the mures finished with all resistance (...) The battle was over.
- You won, my Lord. -Mukai said.
- No. -Genji replied- You won, Mukai. This victory is yours and nobody else's.
Mukai drew such a luminous smile that he felt all his body shinning.
- Mukai! -Genji held him as he saw he was falling on his knees.
- Sir! -Mukai's soldiers came closer. He, without tearing for a single second his glance from Genji's eyes, shushed them away with a gesture.
- Where have they hurt you? -asked Genji.
For Mukai, his injuries weren't important at all. He wanted to tell Genji that dreams come true not only for the visioners but also for simple men like him, if those were completely sincere. He wanted to tell him that he dreamt of this moment, and that in his dream he could clearly see everything that was happening right now: the blood, the embrace, the death, the absence of fear and, the most important, the eternal unity, trascendental, extatic, far beyond limitations of perception, words and comprehension.

Then he couldn't even hold that wish, for only his smile remained upon his lips.

01:02 a.m.
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