今日ふっとドリー（前の討論部のパートナー）のことが頭に浮かんだ。

それと共にキャンディーズの歌が浮かんできた（古！）。

　　真っ赤な林檎を頬ばる　←やった
　　ネイビーブルーのTシャツ　←着てた
　　あいつはあいつは可愛い年下の男の子　←確かに年下

　　淋しがり屋で生意気で　←確かにそうだ
　　憎らしいけど好きなの　←確かに憎らしい（つーか言うこと聞かない）￥
　　L・O・V・E　投げキッス
　　私のこと好きかしら
　　はっきり聞かせて

　　ボタンの取れてるポケット　←取れていた
　　汚れて丸めたハンカチ　←ハンカチを持っていない
　　あいつはあいつは可愛い年下の男の子

　　デートの時間に遅れる　←確かにいつも遅れる
　　いつでもけんかをしかける　←喧嘩をしかけるのが楽しいのかと思うほど
　　あいつはあいつは可愛い年下の男の子

　　忘れん坊でわがままで　←すぐ忘れるしマイペース
　　意地悪だけど好きなの　←死ぬほど意地が悪い
　　L・O・V・E　投げキッス
　　私のこと好きかしら
　　はっきり聞かせて

　　片方なくした手袋　←手袋ではなく靴下
　　ほどけたまんまの靴ヒモ　←結ばれていたためしがない
　　あいつはあいつは可愛い年下の男の子

　　淋しがり屋で生意気で
　　憎らしいけど好きなの
　　L・O・V・E　投げキッス
　　私のこと好きかしら
　　はっきり聞かせて

　　ボタンの取れてるポケット
　　汚れて丸めたハンカチ
　　あいつはあいつは可愛い年下の男の子
　　あいつはあいつは可愛い年下の男の子
　　あいつはあいつは可愛い年下の男の子

やれやれ。

あいつのなんだったんだ、あたしゃ（笑

What do you do when you find yourself in a limbo, unable to identify where you are in another's regard?

What do you do when you realize that you were about 4 years too late?

What do you do when there's an ocean standing in the way?

What do you do?

For some reason I don't think this'll solve like an algebra problem.

Or that's what they seem to think.

Now that this glorious sleepy summer is hitting autumn, I decided to disclose myriad of lewd comments I received from my male acquaintances this summer. Some of them are... well, wow, others are funny. And all of them contain more than enough implicit sexuality.

Be warned.

Oh, and I also found it amusing that they were all said by Europeans. Apparently Americans are prudes :P

Jeremy: Your waist size is 24?
Me: Yup.
Jeremy: Perfect.
Me: For what...?
Jeremy: For me to wrap my arms. Without me going SQUISH.
Me: ?!?!?

Me: Why is it that guys stare at me? Is there something on my face?
Jack: There's lipstick on your mouth.
Me: That's not what I meant!
Jack: I think you're the one who's responsible. The way you dress doesn't leave much to imagination...
Jeremy: Or leave too much.

Jeremy: I hope she's coming home with me tonight~~
Me: She's not.
Jeremy: ... You did.

Jack: You're coming onto me.
Me: Nope.
Jack: What's that hand?
Me: It's on the table.
Jack: Yeah, you're coming onto me. Wanna take it further?
Me: ... no.

Jeremy: For God's sake, can you please stop swooning over 2D characters and swoon over a real guy for once!?
Me: Like who...
Jeremy: I'm a real guy...
Me: Uh huh. I love you too.

Jack: The guys were looking at you.
Me: Okay. As usual.
Jack: It amuses me that I'm the only one who can talk to you.
Me: And what do you feel about that?
Jack: I'm happy about that, thanks very much.

Jeremy: If you had to pick someone to sleep with, who would you pick?
Me: I have no clue.
Jack: We can do three to a bed.
Jeremy: Nope. We'll do it, you can watch.
Me: Wait, wait a moment! Don't I get a say?!
Jack and Jeremy: (stares) ... No.

4:30PM. It's nice weather. I'm wearing regular clothes, and I go out to get something from a store nearby. I walk there. The heels clatter against the sidewalk. In the due process of getting there, which took, oh, let's say, about 10 minutes, I got hooted twice by a guy I didn't know, got honked at (no, I was not crossing the street), got stared at, and was beaten by a branch.

WILL YOU LEAVE ME ALONE?

Oh, and by the way, please stop staring at me. It's RUDE.

Jebus.

My results came in (well, not really). I passed, and as all med students know, it's pass baby, it's all about the pass. Hence I was able to sleep, and I slept for about 15 hours (is that possible? Trust me, it is). Anyway, I'd like to shout...

FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE SAYING THAT YOU DON'T NEED SEX BECAUSE YOUR MAJOR FUCKS YOU EVERYDAY...

well...

SHUT THE FUCK UP.

I'm not being elitist. Really, I'm not. But I nearly died last year, and the hardest year has yet to come. I think the worst was when I pulled 3 all-nighters consecutively, not because I had any deadlines coming up but because I was so behind in compiling notes. Med school sucks, and probably law school too, so just shut up and go back to solving Calculus.

And for those of you who are aspiring to go to med school and think House is close to reality, think again. It's not. It's one of those professions where your fingers have the honour and privilege to travel to the grossest places ever devised by God, and those include sick vaginal orifices and men's rectums. So unless you have a fetish of sticking your fingers up there (and in which case please desist from coming back here again), try a cleaner profession.

Seriously.

Here's the stuff I need to learn next year...

Pathology
Microbiology
Medical Ethics (WHAT?!)
Biostats
Physio and Anatomy
Pharmacology
Psychology (again, WHAT?)
Immunology
Histology

so if you don't hear from me again, that means I died.

Ciao.

And the remainder of the lyrics shall not be disclosed because I have to keep this blog rating PG13 (haha)


Anyway, the lyrics is from 'I touch Myself' by The Genitorturers. Go look it up yourself if you want to know it that bad.

And here I am, sort of dreading July because that's when I get my exam results... and get to know if I can continue university next year o-O oh crap.

Now, excuse me while I go enjoy the art of a bronzer.

Dear Dolce and Gabbana,

In case you haven't noticed, you and your kind of sexual orientation are the only ones who actually find naked males in nothing but underoos hot and arousing.

Thank you, the management.

But SERIOUSLY. It's gross. Those steroid-induced genetic freaks that flaunt their abs (and more) in nought but briefs should be arrested. I don't CARE if they're hot, they're sexy, they're good-looking, whatever.

Fact of the day: THEY LOOK GROSS.

I don't want to see it! I just don't. Thank you, I was enjoying the nice scenery outside and then all of a sudden I see the stupid D&G ad where there's a guy with nothing but white briefs trying to look cool. Not only did that attempt fail horribly, but it also made my stomach churn.

It doesn't help that their muscles are bulging, inducing yucky images of the gym, sweat, and well... steroids.

Ew.

So, when you get this memo, D&G, please stop using muscly bundles of fiber. I DON'T WANT TO SEE IT.

...

So I was looking at Ticketmaster when I saw...

LED ZEPPELIN COMES TO KINGS COLLEGE!

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!

Yeah, that's what I thought. Duh.

And since I thought Robert Plant was one of the sexiest vocalists ever, I looked at the photos when I saw...

Ew.

Old.

REALLY old.

No matter what I look at, THEY'RE OLD.

I HATE OLD GUYS!

Therefore, I'm not going. Apparently the ticket costs 11.50 pounds, but it's still expensive even if the ticket was 20p!

I'll go if they become young again <-arrogance rampant

Go away, old man.

Actually, how about going into a coffin instead? I think it's about time to go to the next world. You've finished your job here. I don't think there's anything to regret about this world either. Therefore, just go without a fuss.

Well... Not just Led Zep, but Queen and all those people too. You guys were popular half because of you guys' looks! You guys are utterly useless when you guys get old! Your places aren't even in this world, let alone a stage.

By the way, Linkin Park cost 60 pounds but I still went anyway.

Yeah, these days Linkin Park costs more than Zep. Time changes, ha.

Youth is the best。Therefore, the CD Led Zep is quite enough, thank you. Even if they offered me a 100 quid to go, I still don't want to. They'll hurt my eyes ><

Oh, they'll probably hurt my ears too.

Oh wait, never mind, Jimmy's guitar was sometimes painful to my ears to begin with. Oh well.

But I gotta say this...

KCL, get a sense in your head, for god's sake.

．．．

いやー、チケットマスター見てたら．．．


うおおおおおおおおおおおおお！

と思ったんですね。当たり前だわな。

で、「今のツェッペリンどうなってんのかいな」と思って写真見たら．．．

げ。

爺．．．

つーか爺。

どうみても爺。

爺は嫌いだ。

というわけで行きません。１１．５０ポンドらしいが２０Pでも高いわ！

若返ったら行ってやろう。←何えばってんだよ

爺は向こうへ行け。

つーか棺おけに入ってください。もういい加減あの世に行ったらいかがでしょう？役目も終わったんだし～。人生悔いることもねーでしょ。だからあっさりぽっくりと。

もうクイーンとかツェッペリンとか全員ぽっくり行けよ、お前ら顔で半分持ってたんだろ！爺になったら役立たずなんだよ！お前らの場所は舞台どころかこの世にはもはやない。

ちなみにリンキン・パークは60ポンドですが行きました。

今はツェッペリンよりもリンキンの方が高いのさ、時代は変わるぜ（ふっ

若さが一番。という訳でツェッペリンはCDだけで充分でございます。100ポンドもらっても行きたくありません。目の保養どころか目の害に．．．

耳の害にもなったりして．．．（あ、ジミーのギターはもう耳の害か、そこは変わってません）。

うちの大学もセンス悪！

First of all, I'd like to say...

WHY THE HELL DIDN'T ENGLAND GET THROUGH?!

HUH!? HUH!!!???

I demand an explanation.

Other than that, it looks like it's going to be the regular cup fight between Netherlands, Italy, Germany, France, Spain and Portugal. Given that Portugal plays dirty, they're probably out... but France, Italy, Spain and Germany are probably going to put up a good fight.

Who am I rooting for? I don't know yet :P

So my first year in med school is finally over, and now all I've left to do is pack my stuff and go home. As much as that sounds fun, it's not, because...

A. Most of my US friends were done in MAY, and have been lounging around for a while.
B. Oh wait, I have a grand total of about 3 friends. Never mind.
C. Dragging microbiology, biochem and other textbooks across the ocean is NOT my idea of FUN!

Anyway, enough with ranting.

Tata.

実写だったら神田はこの時のガクトさんで（笑

今のガクトは却下。

Conclusion: My debate partner is a little retarded sometimes.

Conclusion: I am not an ordinary female.

Conclusion: Ehh, what?

I finally got a response from my ex-debate partner after a hiatus of... what? 5 months? He just disappeared (not literally, I mean, but he wasn't responding to me) then suddenly decided to make a comeback. And I'd like to hollar:

WTF ARE YOU DOING?! DID YOU THINK I'D BE THERE FOR YOU? (well, I was, but...) TREAT ME A LITTLE NICER DAMN IT, I AM NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND OR YOU MUM!

Ahh, that felt good.

But if he wanted a little space, then why the hell didn't he say so? He could have, right? But oh no. He just stopped responding, leaving many clueless people in what? Fear (or maybe that was the select few), desolation (now I'm being overdramatic), e.t.c. Not cool, Ian. Not cool.

But he did make a move. Now it's my turn.

Checkmate.

Well, I found it.

I found the song.

And I'm about to die of joy... well, not really.

Let me explain.

A few weeks ago, I randomly wandered into a weird CD shop in Richmond and heard this song that was just grabbed my heart. After I went home, I craved it. I wanted it. I was dying for it.

The problem was, I didn't know the song title... or the artist name. So basically, I was screwed. I mourned for such a song. It's rare for me to instantaneously love a song - usually it takes about 30 listens. But this one was... different. It caught me.

And just this morning, I stumbled upon the song on YOUTUBE. I nearly cried when I heard the song.

What's the song? Well, you're probably listening to it right now. It's by Kirito, and it's called Poison.

Lyrics:
I watch you as you sleep beyond the deep fog
Just like sweet poison I embrace and dig my nails

The pose with tears is beautiful
Like swallowing light darkness is made

The night your eyes were wet with tears and mourned, the door opened
The memory that interrupted the two shattered into pieces

The night when body trembled and shattered, the door opened
The silence that interrupts the two has already disappeared

I'll pour it into the wanting lips
If you want to fall endlessly
I'll give it to the upraised palm
The despair that makes you even love regret

I did think of something though... the guy who can say this to me is either A: VERY confident, B: very sadistic, or C: Both. Normal guys will probably get scared of getting this response:

"HUH?! You want to make me drink poison? How about I make you drink it instead?"

So... the guy's sure that I'll drink it, or he's sadistic enough to make me drink it.

And while that's dangerously romantic, I might say no to that offer...

うおおおおおおおおおおおおおおお！！！！！

とうとう見つけた...あの運命の曲...（運命じゃないって）

いやー、何かって言うとですね、たまたまなんかでかかってたんですよ、なんかオタッキー系のCDショップだったと思うんだけど。リッチモンドだったと思うけど。もうすごい気に入っちゃったんだけどどうしても曲名もアーティスト名も不明。そんなわけで２週間ぐらいイライライラ...

タイトルは毒薬。キリトさんの曲だそうです。

歌詞はどうやら男が女に毒を飲ませる...ことらしい。ううー、なんちゅうS。

でもこれ私に言える人ってそうそういないんじゃ？大体普通の奴が私に言ったら「逆に私が飲ましてやろうか...」って黒い笑みを浮かべながら言いかねない。そしたら普通怖いでしょ。

だから言える人→相当の自信家、相当のサド、傲慢。

なんか言われたいような言われたくないような...複雑な心境です。

でも唇に毒ってよく使われてるな。思わず三島由紀夫を思い出させるフレーズ。

I got this passed around from somebody... and since I did Reno in the Japanese blog, I'll do Tyki in this one.

I Love You Baton■

1.Without hiding anything, tell all the truth
2.Do not run ahead of yourself
3.You must specify a male
4.No matter how many times this is passed on to you, you must complete it


【Specify】Er, Tyki Mikk


■The place where you met 【Tyki】?

Probably when I was browsing through Crunchyroll and stumbled upon him in nought but underwear.

■What about【Tyki】makes you a fangirl?

I'm not a fangirl (I think) so I really can't say.

■Is 【Tyki】S or M? Which would you prefer?

As much as I love bullying people, I have a good feeling that I'd be bullied... so S.

■What kind of 【Tyki】's behavior makes you love him?

Errr.... I have no clue.

■What makes you like 【Tyki】?

Probably the devil-may-care attitude.

■What don't you like about【Tyki】?

He's probably smoking pot, not cigarettes?

■What do you want from 【Tyki】?

Erm, please die very soon in the back alley of South London so I can stop reading that thing... it's getting long and tedious.

■Anyone who should become closer to 【Tyki】?

I want to see Sherrill/Tyki interaction, actually. That sounds amusing.

■Anything you focus on when writing/drawing 【Tyki】?

I do neither, so none?

■Do you want him as a family?

No thank you. He'd drive me nuts.

■School uniform or blazer?

Blazer!

■Jersey or Jeans?

Jeans!

■Would you like to marry him?
No thank you. Again, he'd drive me up the wall.

■Any last words of love?

... please die very soon. I don't like your recent transformation...

バトンが回ってきたので（つーか回すな！）一応義務感も在り…（ないって）

愛してるんだけどバトン■

1.包み隠さず全て語ること
2.突っ走るのは禁止
3.指定するのは男の子であること
4.また回されても何回もやること


【指定】 困った…えーと、えとえと、レノ


■【レノ】と初めて出会った場所は？

ＦＦＶＩＩの最初ボス。あのゆらゆら揺れる立ち方が印象深かった。

■【レノ】の何処に萌える？

萌えないのでなんとも言えません。

■【レノ】はS？M？どっちでいて欲しい？

うーん、本人Ｍは嫌なんじゃないでしょうか。武器見てても接近戦用だし…

■【レノ】のどんな仕種が萌える？

あの三つ子を吹っ飛ばす時の笑み。あんた、自分も爆発エリアにいたら死ぬってわかってますかー？

■【レノ】の好きなところは？

飄々としている性格。どうなっても笑っている所。

■【レノ】の嫌いなところは？

なんかこう決まらない所。一応二枚目なんだろ！飲んだくれてないでちったあ格好いいとこ見せてちょ。

■【レノ】に望んでることは？

とりあえず死なないで。後は望みません。格好よくなるのは無理だって知ってます。

■もっと【レノ】と絡んで欲しい人は？

絡むってねぇ…見るなら社内風景（特にイリーナにくどくど言われているところ）が見たいです。

■【レノ】を描（書）くときに特に主張しているところは？

あのヘラヘラ気味でしょうか。学ナシ、変態（多分）、ヘタレの三冠王。

■家族にするなら？

ご遠慮します。あんな奴が家族だったらこっちが気が狂って死ぬわい。

■学ランとブレザー、どっちを着てほしい？

つーか常にブレザーなのでもっぱらブレザーです。

■私服ではジャージ、ジーパンどちらでいて欲しい？

ジーンズ。

■結婚したい？
絶対に嫌です。見てるのは好きだけど。

■最後に愛をどうぞ。

コミックなところがありながらも決める所は決めるエース。

これからも沢山人の邪魔をしてください。

あんたはそのために生まれてきたんだから。

So, my first year at a university is ending rapidly (ONE MORE EXAM TO GO... not to mention that this might be my last year if I fail my exams... oh crap), and I thought about reviewing this year, sum it up, and kinda lock it away in my memory and throw away the key (just kidding). Lots of stuff... didn't happen, actually, my life didn't have all the high school drama shit for once.

Well, what I learned is that... people still hate me in the States. And to be honest... I've ceased to care. Provided that I don't fail my exams (of which fate, I don't know), I've long left all the high school/undergrad drama and if I just keep passing my exams I'm set for life, right? (NOT). Most of them I'll never see again, so help me God. And for those of you who think that you're actually happy getting illegally drunk every night, well, good for you. I won't mention just how many dendrites you're damaging, because surprise surprise, it's recoverable... mostly. But many of the dendrites never rejoin, and hence bye bye synapse; but that's your choice.

Two, med school sucks. Yes it does. It sucks like no tomorrow and most of the time I was so sleep-deprived and so... health-deprived and so caffeine-overloaded that I might as well as have been guzzling amphetamines instead of 600mg caffeine (which is very close to lethal dose, I learned later). But you know what? If I can, I'd like to remain in this world, not because of the power trip (although I won't deny it), or the drama (of which I've witnessed many but never partook), but because... I like medicine, I guess. I've worked so hard to grab at it... I've sacrificed a lot of things for it, and getting rejected is one thing, but letting it go is quite another. So for those of you who keep asking me "why won't you enjoy your undergrad years?", excuse my Anglosaxon expletive but please, sod off (wait, that's not an expletive).

Three, I'd like to thank my next door neighbour to the left... you've shown me a lot of things that no one else could before. Although I still question your work ethics and your random habits of knocking on my door at bizarre hours and/or asking me to do bizarre things (and no, I am not letting you give me a Physical, no is a no), each of your observations warranted and merited a close analysis later on. And I did appreciate the ice cream.

Hopefully (although I can hear my best friend in university, Jennifer, screaming "JUST SHUT UP"), I can come back to this school next year.

And hopefully Stolkie retires or croaks it this year; I refuse to have him as my neuroanatomy lecturer. Either create a constructive and informative slide for the notes or stop reading off it. Your existence in the classroom merited zero benefit this year.

And stop making me feel like an idiot. I know I'm an idiot, that's why I'm here. I don't need a constant reminder...

タイトルは特に意味はありません。ただめちゃくちゃむしゃくしゃしてるからそういうタイトルにしただけです。でもなんかピストルかなんかばんばん撃てたらすっきりすんだべな。もっとも私はやりません、たぶん人を撃つだろうから。

まず停電が起きた。朝の九時頃。必要なPDFをダウンロードしてたらいきなり回線が切れたので「あれ？あれ？」と思ってたらいきなり動かなくなった。そしてあっという間にあたりは薄暗い闇に包まれ…って言うと小説調だけど実は電気が消えただけ。驚いて外に出てみると廊下は暗し。おかしいなと思ってロビーに出るとエレベーター動かず。

この時点で「あ、停電だ」と気がついた。ま、普通の停電は３０分ほどで復旧するので待っていたが待てど暮らせど電気はつかない。腹が立ったのでパソコンとバインダー引っつかんでガイズの図書館行こうと思ったら閉まっている。仕方がないのでウォータールーに行った。あそこの図書館にいると頭が痛くなるのであまり行かないようにしているんだが背に腹は変えられないということでいたしかない。

帰ってきたのは７時頃。私は雨女に変身したらしくこの頃外に出ると必ず雨に降られる。中に入るとぱったり止み、外に出るとまたじゃんじゃか降ってくる。傘を持っているとどういうわけか降らない。キーっと叫びたかったがそういうわけにもいかないのでとりあえず雨の中を帰った。

よくよく調べてみるとこれは停電って言っても大規模らしい。ロンドンブリッジの駅で洪水があり、その下に電気配線があったんだそうな。それがやられてあたり全滅。寮は「朝の八時から夜の六時までいてはいけません」と言う命令を出した。なんででしょーねー。よっぽど文句を言われるのがいやなんだろうか。それぐらいしか思いつかない。

ところで試験勉強で全然漫画は見ていませんが（当たり前か）どうやら私が好きなキャラは正気を失ってあれだけの激戦をやった後にピンピンして戻ってきたようです。なんか拍子抜け。おまけに太った。イケメン悪役が太ってどーすんだ。やっぱしヨーロッパ男は２５歳が限界でしょうか。（ちなみにこいつは２６歳）。　が　 になったんだよね、これまたどーして？

あのー、びんぼーにひたすら耐えていた爽やか悪役ティキぽんはどこへ行ったんでしょう？

あの下層階級ヨーロッパ人特有の「いい服着てるから俺は偉いんだぜエッヘン」的な雰囲気をかもし出していますが。

つーかおらの夢を壊さんでくれー、それでなくてもうちの学部は美形がすくないんだよォ。（訂正：皆無です）

おまけになんかじじむっさくなってるし。

それに燕尾服にロン毛はあんまし似合いません。つーかはっきりいいましょう、ロン毛で燕尾服が似合うのは世界でただ一人！少佐だけです。（あ、伯爵もいたか、一応）。後はやめてください。燕尾服への冒涜です。おまけに腕が太すぎ。すこしダイエットしろよ。肉体労働してた時はやせてたけどピートン伯爵のところにいて太ったんかい。ポケットチーフもないし花はどうした、花は！ボタンホールないのか。

やっぱし昔のティキの方がよかった！着こなしもよかった！あのティキ返せ、アレン！お前はどうなってもいいんだ！

つーかなんで悪役の方が好きなんだろ…性格ねじくれ曲がってるのかも…

Okay, I know, the Chinese were always causing problems, but I didn't think they'd be THAT insensitive.

What did they do?

Here.


Do they want to have a war with the world's weapon merchant or something?!

As anyone who knows a little history knows, France and Nazi are a no-no combo. That's like saying about atomic bomb to the Japanese, Manchruian Massacre to the Manchurians, Apartheid to the South Africans or the London Bombing to the British. YOU JUST DON'T DO IT. On personal terms, be prepared to get punched.

On that level?!

Be prepared for war.

I was under the impression that the Chinese wanted to make Beijing Olympics into a success. I guess not...?

いやはや中国は前から外交が下手だとは思っていたが今回はびっくりである。

前から中国はいざこざ起こしてたんすよねー、ただ相手が日本だったから日本は何もしなかった。しかし今回は中華人民共和国はとんでもないことをやらかしました！

これ。

あんた…戦争したいんかい！

大体ちょっと歴史を知ってる人ならご存知だろうがフランスとナチは禁句である。何しろフランスのプラモデルには鉤十字のデカールさえないのだ。フランス人は未だに心に傷を負って生きている。だからフランス人にナチと言う言葉は禁句。それは日本人と原爆、南アフリカ人とアパルトヘイト、満州人と満州大虐殺、イギリス人とロンドン空襲と同じぐらい禁句なのだ。個人レベルで言ったら殴られるの覚悟。

しかしねー、ここまで大規模にやると爆撃されてもしかたないっすよ？

しかもフランスは武器商人。

普通怒らせないだろ、いくら気に食わなかったとしても！

ここで日本人の反応を見てみましょう。

107 名前： 殉職隊員(石油)[] 投稿日：2008/04/19(土) 18:28:39.22 ID:SRu66WxeO ?PLT(12813)
かくして、第三次世界大戦は始まったのであった

117 名前： セレブ(味噌カツ)[] 投稿日：2008/04/19(土) 18:29:04.77 ID:IN7RPVCA0
フランスって欧州じゃ比較的親中的な国だろ
いいのか、こんなことして

123 名前： 救助隊員(馬刺し)[] 投稿日：2008/04/19(土) 18:29:29.93 ID:qxikhRof0
こういうこと平気でするから土人なんてゆわれるんだよ

135 名前： 善光寺事務局(おたべ)[sage] 投稿日：2008/04/19(土) 18:30:21.13 ID:421UlNcK0
これってフランス人のメンタリティからしたらどれほどのもんなの？
天皇陛下の写真にむかって小便かけたくらいのもん？

548 名前： TVコメンテーター(しまむら)[] 投稿日：2008/04/19(土) 18:58:30.31 ID:Fhw3SqRh0
>>135
リアル天皇に小便ふっかけるようなもん

怒ってますねー、叩いてますねー。

だから中国人嫌われるんだよ。

声優って恐ろしい。

ということで今回は声優談から始まり始まり！（ってオイ）

声優の経歴を見ていたところ、恐ろしいことを発見してしまった。

ティキ・ミックは森川智之さんがやっているのだが他にやっているものと言えば…

セフィロス？

いやぁ、それだけはいや！

セフィロス：悲劇の英雄。どんなキザな台詞でも合います。長髪美青年、発狂した孤高な姿。
ティキ：　びんぼーメガネ。無精髭。キタナイ。

これいやっしょ、フツー。

さらに驚くべきことに…

もう１５年前ほどのアニメ、「おばけのホーリー」。好きで見てました、はい。でそれはまた後での話としてあるキャラがいたんですねぇ。ピーマンのおばけ、ピートン。自信家で強引で一人称我輩。私が大嫌いなキャラだったのである。大体ピーマンのくせして生意気だぞー！

これが…

「千年伯爵」？

じゃ、あのティキぽんが「先に飯食わせてもらえます？」って言う会話、ピートンとセフィロスの会話っちゅうことになるんですかね？

で、セフィロスが「ピートンの仰せのままに」ってか？

本当だったらセフィロスがピートンを切り刻んで炒めて終わりだろうがなんか異様である。

じゃあピートンは大量殺人鬼になるのだろうか。

世界を滅ぼすのはピートン？

私は板のように真っ直ぐな直毛のロン毛（神田君ぐらいっすねー）だが母親はオールナチュラルの天パと言うわけのわからないうちである。小さい頃は天パが素敵で羨ましいと思っていたのだが今思うと直毛でよかったなーと思っている。

と、そんなわけで、今回は髪の毛です。

昨日画像を合成していたのだがティキ・ミックの画を画像から切り取っていて本当に腹が立った。何しろ正真正銘のフワフワ天パ。おまけに黒毛。後ろも黒っぽい。切り難いったらありゃしないのである。ロードとか見たいな髪にしろよ！つーかもっと髪に気を使え！後ろでひっつめてんじゃねーぞ、コラ！

でもあれだったら格好つかないだろうなぁ。どうスタイルしてもまとまらないだろうし。（その前に髪切れっての）

合成した画像はこれ。

はいはい、今回もまた戯け事時間がやってまいりました！勉強しないで（って期末もうすぐなのに大丈夫なのかよ、オイ）休暇してるわけですが今はまってるのは…

その通り！Ｄ．Ｇｒａｙ－Ｍａｎでございます。

悪役のティキぽんいいんだよねー。性格似過ぎっちゅうか。もうたまらん（エ！）

つーかこれは私の習性です。必ず飄々としている悪役にはまるっす。その飄々ぶりと熱くなってキレまくるのがいいっす！コントロールしようとしながらもドス黒い感情が渦巻いているこのくろーい私にとっちゃこのさっぱりさがいいっす。こんなやついないかな。

そこでティキシーンだけ読み返してるわけですがそのなかでも好きなのがやっぱし箱舟の中のバトルシーンっすねー。あのキレる所がなんちゅうか…「あー、こういうのってあるある！」的っす。

でも…でも…

１１５夜：弱き人で…

アレンいきなり惨殺？！いきなりティキぽん退場っすか？！

あのー、数少ないイケメン殺っちゃったらまずいんじゃ？

現にティキのためだけにこの漫画読んでるわけだし…ストーリーとしてはクレイモアの方が上だし…

健在だったティキちゃんですが（ちゃん付けか！）何かおかしくなっております。

それに気づいたロードちゃんはダッシュで避難。

そりゃそーだよねー。ロードが一番ティキの事知ってるわけだし。いつも優しい兄ちゃんがキレたら恐いわな。

青くなって髪が乱れているティキ。

満足気なアレン。

アレンー！ティキ殺すなぁ！つーかティキが死ぬぐらいだったらお前が死ね！お前はキャラとして面白くない！

ロードに抱かれて気を失っているティキ。

（ロードが羨ましいっす、こんな兄ちゃんいたらよかったな）

続いてアレンにメタメタにやられた挙句、黒い騎士の様になってアレンたちを圧倒するティキですが…

ちょ、ちょっと待て！どうなってんだー！

つーかなんでもっと早くそうならなかった！

お前はバカか！学がないのは知っていたが頭も回らなかったか！

顔が見えないよー！（わがままな欲求？）

ティキちゃん、気が狂ってしまいました。

クロスにやられて千年公に救出される狂ったティキ・ミック卿。

次はいつ会えるでしょうか。と言うか会えるのか？

あ、でも星野先生、ティキちゃん生き残るけど廃人とかいいやつになってたとかはダメです。あくまで黒ティキ白ティキ両方健在でお願いします。つーか教団負けてもかまいません。ノアの方が好きなキャラ多いので。（いないだろ、オイ）世界なんてどうなってもいいです。でもノアの一族は健在でいてくれ！

あとティキに彼女がいないのはなぜ？！あの位イケメンだったら彼女絶対いると思うんすけど…ファンサービスでしょうか。ルル＝ベルと出来てるとも思えないし…ロードやイーズと出来てるのはロリコン・ショタコンでかなりやばい世界なので考えたくもありませン（なぜ千年公口調？！）

ジャスデロも死んでいてもかまいませんがデビットはダメです。スキンは別に捨て駒なんで気にしませんがロードも生きてて！

Ewww, I gained weight. (panicks)

Yeah, I gained 13~15kg. Yuck yuck.

I also broke out in acne for the first time in... I don't know... 4 years? YUCK.

To all the Billy's in the world,

I'd like to dedicate this song to you :-P



Little Billy was the fattest kid in his class
Always the last in line
All the other little kids would laugh at him
Said he'd die before his time

Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Little Billy didn't mind

Most of the kids smoked cigarettes
Just to prove that they were cool
The teacher didn't know about the children's games
And Billy always followed the rules

Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Little Billy didn't mind

Billy was big on the outside
But there's an even bigger man inside
Ten million cigarettes burning every day
And Billy's still doing fine

Now Billy and his classmates are middle-aged
With children of their own
Their smoking games are reality now
And cancer's seed is sown

Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Little Billy's didn't mind

Most of them smoke maybe forty a day
A habit Billy doesn't share
One by one they're passing away
Leaving orphans to Billy's care

Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Little Billy doesn't mind

Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Little Billy's doing fine

Because I have to type everything, I have to type myself as well. And well, here it is:

MBTI: INTJ (no duh)
Enneagram: 5w6
SLOAN: RLOEI
Global: Unstable, Orderly, Introvert
Personal DNA:

What's really interesting that all of them came out as Very Functional and introverted, with low confidence and low stability (meaning that I'm a nervous wreck). Oh, I'm also very scheduled, and hates spontaneity.

Sounds fun.

For those of you who are interested, please take a look at the personal DNA by hovering the cursor over teach colour. Notice my MASCULINITY is enormous: I scored higher than 98% of test-takers. Ha.

とある友達（日本人っす、毎日英語だと日本語忘れちゃうもんね）と話していたらこんな話が出てきた。

「美童って医学部でしょ？漫画とか読むの？」（ちなみになぜスウェーデン大使の息子の名前かと言うとそれがハンドルネームだったからっす。別に意味は…なし）
「読むよ。つーか結構好きだし。今時間全然ないからあんまり読まないけど。」
「どんなのが好き？やっぱ少女漫画？」

私は少女漫画が大嫌いである。

「いや、あんまりジャンル気にしてない。」
「へえ。どんなのが好きなの？」
考えてみると…
結構残虐な少年、青年物ばかりである。
「Ｄグレイマンとかクレイモアとかウズマキとか…あ、あとエリア８８ね。あれは傑作だねー。後はＸ／１９９９，ジョジョの奇妙な冒険とか。やっぱしキラークイーン最強！」
「それって少年ジャンプばっかじゃん！少女漫画ぜんぜん読まないの？！」
「いや、読むことは読むよ。」
「どんなの？」どうやらラブラブ物を期待していたらしいのだが生憎…
「有閑倶楽部とか地獄少女とか…」
「地獄少女？あれ怖いじゃん！」
「そうかー？」
「美童って本当に女？」

この質問最初じゃないんだよねー。たぶん最後じゃないし…

この頃なんとなく太ってきたような気がする…確かに一番痩せていた時から１０ｋｇ以上増えている。やっべー。

と全然関係ないことで始まったが私は友達から（イギリス人ですよ、日本人じゃありませんよ、つーか日本人の友達いないし）漫画を借りていてひとつわかったことがある。

少女漫画だめ系な私。

なんとなく飽きちゃうんだよねー。ストーリーに現実味がないって言うか。いきなり古代言語がしゃべれるようになったり。（そんな「銀河ヒッチハイク・ガイド」じゃあるまいしバベルフィッシュでも耳に入れてるのかい。私の４年間のラテン語の苦悩をどうしてくれるって言うんだ、え！）おまけにヒロインが何の取り柄もない。男って顔も頭も能力も偏差値５０か５０以下の女がいいの？ちなみに言っておくが私は男だったとしてもそんなのいやだぞ。顔よし、頭よし、能力ありすぎ、ぐらいがいいんだけどね…

アー、どうせならみんな少年ジャンプ買ってくれないかなー。少女ナントカじゃなくて…

いやはや、イギリスの学生にはびっくりさせられる。

どういうことかって？それは勉強量である。

何しろ勉強しないのだ。８時間しっかり寝てそれで勉強を沢山したと思っている。成績が落ちても平気で飲みに行ってしまう。ペーパーは終わってないがキャンプには行く。それでコースが辛いと言っている始末である。

あのねー…

勉強って試験前に一ヶ月間ちょこちょこっと勉強してはい終わりじゃないんだよ。

おまけに何も危惧に思っていないのだからおめでたい。

私の高校がきつかっただけかも知れないがこちらで平気で行われていることが高校では絶対通用しなかった、なんてことが沢山ある。たとえばペーパーを一年遅れで提出する。

あたしなんて３０分後れもやったことないよ！！

１週間前に提出したことなら何度かあるけど。

どういう神経をしているんだ。おまけにそれを受け付ける教授も教授である。高校だったら三日遅れでもう期限切れ。あとは泣こうが喚こうがとにかくだめ、提出しても受け付けませんだった。

風邪とかの時はどうしたかって？最高２週間の猶予が来る。それ以上はだめ。二週間あれば終わると思っているのだろう。確かにみんな終わらせていた。

おまけに社交遊しないと上に上がれないと思っているらしい。

はい、ここで考えて見ましょう。

こちらはＡさん。部活は一応入っており、バイトもして成績も優秀。独学で勉強もしており、品行方正。

こちらはＢさん。部活は沢山入っているが成績はあまりよくなく、バイトもしていない。友達としょっちゅう遊びに出かけ、よく飲んでいる。解剖でふざけて危ないことをする事もしばしば。

あなただったらどっちを雇いますか？

私はＡさんを選ぶんだけどね。働く兵隊としてはＡさんの方が能率いいじゃん。仕事もきちんとしてくれそうだし。

しかしイギリスではＢさんがＡさんより上に立つらしい。（と言うのは個人的にいうと子供の考え。大人はそんな馬鹿じゃない。）

それでもってＢさん見たいのに限ってアメリカに行くなんて言い出したりする。世の中そんなに甘くない。

おまけに吸収がいいからって生物の学位を持っている人専用の医学部４年間コースにアメリカ文化の学位の人が入るべきだって？笑わせるんじゃない。そうしたら苦しみながら生物をやった人に失礼だろ！ちゃんと計画を立てなかったのも自分の責任。それなりの報いはちゃんと来る。

つーかわかってないのかね、コネって言うのは上の人と作るもんだって。クラスメートとコネを作ってどうする！そいつが引っ張ってくれるわけじゃなし、足を引っ張られて終わりだろうに。

考え方があまりにも幼稚だと思うことがこの頃よくある。

いやー、すごいですね、今時の情報網は！

なんでかって？ちょっと説明して進ぜよう。

なんと！「さすがの猿飛」を見つけたのである。

だってあれあたしが生まれる前のアニメだぞ。

なんでネットにあるねん！

まあ、「桃太郎侍」まであったからなー…

あと「魁！男塾」。あんな馬鹿馬鹿しいアニメ誰が持っていたんだか知らないがとにかくあるのである。世の中は広い。

もし見たかったらここをどうぞ！

バレエ観賞（そういやシルヴィア見に行ってきました！すげー高いチケットだった。おまけに踊り子一人倒れたし。二度と見に行かない）しか楽しみがない私にとってアニメと漫画は特別である。なんでかって？

１．金がかからない。
２．外に出なくて済む。

そんなわけでＤ．Ｇｒａｙ－ｍａｎの７２話を探していたのですが…

こんなものに遭遇しました。

な、なんと！宝塚のエル・アルコンのポスターだそうです。エル・アルコンを読んでいない私にとってはあんまり興味もない代物だったんだけど…青池先生の漫画は読んでますからちょっと興味あったんで、はい。

そんなわけでしげしげとポスターを見てみた後、ティリアンの顔を思い出してみました。

ってこのポスターグロイ！エグイ！シツコイ！ウザイ！

大体ティリアンってスペイン人っしょ。

スペイン人でこんな唇厚いのってムーア人だぞ。

つーかティリアンってイタさん系なんすけどね、顔は（ってなんでティキミック調）。

「ロベリア～♪、乙女の乙女による乙女のための会、別名ヅカ部！」なんて声が聞こえてきそう。（あと環君の悲鳴ね）

ちなみにこのブログを読んでロンドンにルミナスがうじゃうじゃいると思っている方々、残念ながらそんなやついません。レディングには結構いたけどね。

あ、一人いたか。ジャンキービリー。１月半ばから行方知れず。ブリクストンで逮捕されてたりして…

何の事じゃいと思っているそこのあなた！まだ呆れてはいけません。私にはくだらなく心配していることが山のようにあるのだ。

とまあこんなわけで数学の中間テストが返ってきました。って…

まあ、首席だったからいいんだけどね…

ってこのPoint of Inflection　の定義の違いは何？何これ？！

同じ英語圏だろうが！意味を変えるな、馬鹿ヤロー！

と言うわけで一点引かれました。ま、答えはあっていたし、よしとしようか。（宿題の方はもうちょっと気を入れてやらなきゃなー…定義を書かないと言って点数引かれてばっかりいるし…）

ちなみに昨夜の約一時頃、地震がありました。地震なんてなつかしー！日本出て以来地震なんて経験してないよ、あたしゃ。

Today was infested with Japanese, calories, and weird occasions. Not saying that's bad, but after being away from Japan for so long it can get slightly eerie.

I woke up around 6:30 for no reason, stayed in bed till 10:00. Today's plan: Get to Richmond, get some food either at Subway (to the right of the Richmond Station), then head over to Maison Blanc (left of the station), grab some cake, then go to work.

On the train I encountered to Japanese females who were squealing about Madam Tussaud's. They had the typical look of "I didn't get good enough grades in high school to go to a university so I worked my butt off to save up some money to go to London, and now I'm going tourista and looking like an idiot and embarrassing my fellow Japanese". I inched away before I got discovered that I was one of them.

Well, suddenly I decided that I wanted to eat my lunch at Maison Blanc as well. It was a little pricey, but it was well worth it... I ate "Mediterranean", which was really good (love those dried tomatoes), and Concerto, which was really ironic because I was reading through Brahms' Concerto then. It was awfully good though. Hmm.

Taught the sisters (the elder's getting better, although it took her 5 minutes to get 100 divided by 5... it's 20, idiot.)

Then something awfully weird happened.

You know how you're supposed to have two other people in the world who look just like you? (Well, maybe we only say that in Japan. Dunno.) Anyway, as I was coming out of Subway, I saw a guy in the shop next to Subway who looked EXACTLY like Billy. Even wore glasses like him.

My thought? "Wait a minute, he lives in freaking Surrey, and it's 5:00PM in the afternoon on a Sunday. Why the hell is he in Richmond?"

He walked behind me, followed me to the station, then disappeared.

Came home on the bus after grabbing Teriyaki Chicken in Subway after all, where I encountered another duo of Japanese females, who were saying something like "London is da place to live in, foshizzle!" (okay, maybe not the ghetto talk but something close). I pretended that I was too busy looking out the window.

Got home, and my other student wasn't there. My thought: what the?! Apparently I didn't "pick up the phone", so without waiting for five minutes she just went home. It's not like she's a busy woman, oh no! Then she blamed it on me. But since this is business, I was the one who apologized. Maybe I should quit my job with that retard. She's not paying me enough anyway.

Most likely the "Billy" I saw was a random dude who had fluffy hair like him and wore weird glasses like him.

But... it was pretty damn freaky.

Actually, Nicholas Cage never stepped on my foot. That was just to get your attention (cue in Pathetique Sonata). But if he did, I'd sue the ass out of him to get money and publicity. Ha (:P)

But actually, Nicholas Cage does make an appearance in my post today. Let me explain.

This week just plainly sucked. I went high on caffeine, overdosed on caffeine, went through hell trying to detox caffeine, did not sleep decently, did not eat decently (but then again, that's nothing new). I just had a really shitty week. Not only that, one of my students has failed to pay me for two weeks consecutively, and I'm about to fire (?) her if she fails to pay the coming Wednesday. People come to me for damn help while they go out drinking... and I have come to a discovery that I REALLY shouldn't be helping them anyway, I never needed their help in the first place (considering that I can just borrow one of the elder student's notes, for instance), and that quite frankly, with my excruciating schedule with 3 students, studying biochemistry, orgo, stats, and modern physics, studying for the exams, I just don't have the time or the energy to care about others anymore. There are some things that I've been wanting to do that I couldn't because I was so busy (like... visiting my guardian's house, for instance). But that's that.

On Friday night at precisely 3:41AM, just as I was dozing off after rolling around my bed in sheer agony and nausea, my phone trilled out the baroque ring tone that can become really annoying if it keeps ringing. I woke up just in time for the voice mail to switch on... so, after 30 seconds or so, I accessed my voice mail. Here is the message I received:

"Heeeeeeey! I'm at Paddington right now! Come pick me up, mate."

It was in a guy's voice. It sounded utterly drunk. My first thought was "Er, who the hell is this guy", since I couldn't place the voice. Or the number. So I had a random drunk guy calling me at 3:41 AM to pick him up from the Paddington station. (Note to readers: PLEASE check the number before you hit dial, please? Promise?)

My next thought was "Do trains even RUN this early in the morning around Paddington?" Considering that the tube does not, my logical deduction said no. So what the hell did this guy want?

Me, being quite uncharitable and frankly too tired to care, decided not to pick the mystery guy up from Paddington. Hell, he can be mugged and see if I care. It was his damn fault for dialing the wrong number. I went back to bed.

And could not go back to sleep.

How much does that suck?! A lot, let me tell you. So let's summarise - here was this idiot who called the wrong number at a ridiculous wee hour of the morning, asking for whoever it was meant to to pick him up from Paddington. And because he dialed the wrong number I got to be the poor victim who was woken up at 3:41AM, just as I was recovering from caffeine detox, to get a message that wasn't even for me! I'm pretty sure the guy was not Lady Macbeth but he sure did kill off my sleep.

Then today just sucked. To start off, I had an awful dream in which I was the 11-year-old offspring of Mr. and Mrs. Smith from the film Mr. and Mrs. Smith. What does that mean? It meant that Brad Pitt was my father and Angelina Jolie my mother. That was quite traumatising in itself. As if that wasn't enough, Orlando Bloom was my idiot brother who seemed to revel in the fact that he was pretty. Never mind that I think he's one of the ugliest creatures seen on the 6 ft screen these days. His utter gayness was bordering insanity.

Mummy Smith, AKA Angelina Jolie, asked me to go down to the pantry to get some bananas because she was baking banana muffins. (I have no idea what Daddy Pitt was doing... don't want to know, in all seriousness.) So I went down to the pantry, which was in the basement for some reason (I personally think that pantry in the basement is a dumb idea...), and opened the door.

And there were three shelves on each side of the wall, lined with bananas after bananas after bananas...

The room looked yellow, although the wall was white.

You know how scary that is? I found it quite frightening. After daring myself to go into the banana room and grabbing a few bananas, I went upstairs to hand them over to Mummy Jolie, who peeled them, broken them in 1/2 inch pieces, and then proceeded to mush them.

What this means in psychoanalysis, I don't even want to know. I'd leave the analysis up to you.

I left the dorm at 11:00AM to go to work, hoping to get to Richmond at 12:30 PM, grab something to eat, then go off to teach. Usually it takes an hour to get from London Bridge to Richmond, but today the District Line only ran to West Kensington. "Fine," I thought, after seeing the notice at Westminster, "I'll just get off at Earl's Court, switch to Piccadilly, get to Hammersmith, and catch the replacement bus from there." Because IT CLEARLY SAID that the bus ran from Hammersmith via Gunnersbury and Kew Gardens to Richmond.

The first misery occurred while I was ON the train. There was this Chinese lady who seemed to be intent on trying to get to Richmond. However, all she did was point at the Richmond Station on the mini tube map, point at West Kensington, and say, "West Kensington". Don't know about you, dear reader, but to me that conveys not much. I had no idea if she was asking if she needed to get off at West Ken, could switch at West Ken, or what. I slowly explained to her how to get to Richmond - quite slowly - twice, but after that she smiled at me, nodded, and said, "West Kensington?" all the while pointing at the location on the map. Was she listening? No. Of course not. Because it's the thing to do after asking a complete stranger a question. Gah!

I got off at Earl's Court - the lady certainly didn't - and switched to Piccadilly. Got to Hammersmith. Got off the tube. And then was promptly notified that apparently every SINGLE poster indicating engineering works was different in all of London, because actually, no, there was no replacement bus. And yes, it did say so on the stupid poster by the assistance window, but it also said that it only ran from 9:00 PM and beyond on Sunday evening. And yes, they did put up a huge sign saying "REPLACEMENT BUS C TO RICHMOND" with a HUGE arrow under the sign. The replacement bus just simply wasn't running. Why for? I have no idea.

Now, here, two questions pop into my mind. Number one, why run it from 9:00PM, when there's hardly anyone using it? That's just inefficient, and it wastes petrol. Number two, why put up a sign that is no longer valid? This just baffles me.

So I caught the 391 bus from Hammersmith to Richmond. Now, usually it takes about 20 minutes by the Underground to get from Hammersmith to Richmond. On the bus, 40. This time, it took a full hour and a half, which means that I got to the Richmond station approximately at 1:00PM. When my class was about to begin. So that made me 10 minutes late.

During the bus ride, several things happened. First, they tried to squish approximately 40 people on a single bus, which just isn't plausible on Sunday afternoons. Second, this brat decided that it'd be awesome fun to touch my back and my hair while I was standing, earning a severe death glare from me. She then promptly began to cry. The mother became hysterical. I pretended that I couldn't hear her due to my earphones, and ignored her. Much screaming and hysteria ensued.

Third, another brat decided that he absolutely had to stand in the coolest way possible, never mind that no one was paying attention, and took up the space that could have accommodated three. He then proceeded to stand without holding onto the rails or anything, and when the bus came to a screeching halt he promptly crashed into me without further ado. For heaven and hell's sake HOLD ONTO SOMETHING unless you have a balance of a tightrope walker. But oh no. This kid could hardly stand straight every time the bus braked.

Fourth, this guy (and this is where the title comes in) decided to step on my foot. Really hard. For some reason. And then he decided to KEEP HIS FOOT ON MY FOOT the entire time. With full weight on it. Needless to say, I was beyond vexation. I asked him to please remove his foot from my foot. He ignored me, because he was too busy talking to his girlfriend who looked about 17. I kicked him with my left heel of my boot. It left a smudge on his grey slacks.

Fifth, another guy who was with his girlfriend kept staring at me the entire bus ride. That was very disconcerting and unnerving. Doesn't the guy know that it's rude to stare?

Sixth, and lastly, it took my 4th grade pupil AN HOUR to understand the concept of "base times width equals area of a parallelogram" today. I had to cut tiny bits of paper and demonstrate. I was NOT that slow when I was in 4th grade.

So after that, I am quite ready to give up on mankind, curl up in my bed only to be never seen again. I now understand the enchanting attraction of living as a hermit. I might even be one very soon...

ってお前馬鹿か！

そうっス、とうとう見つけたんス、高橋秀樹の桃太郎侍。

って言っても最初の三エピソードだけだけどね～。

って言っても探し回っていたわけじゃありません。たまたま見つけたんス。

やっぱ統計で疲れた時は桃太郎侍に限る！ってか？（さみしー）

でもやっぱ不思議なことがあるのは認めざる得ない。

大体あの数え歌はなんじゃい。数えてないじゃないか！

九九じゃあるまいし、　１に対して２０人斬るのはずるいぞ。

おまけにあんな血糊がべっとりついた絹の着物なんてどこで洗ってんだ？まさか名前にちなんで桃太郎のおばあさんみたいに川でざぶざぶ洗ってんじゃないだろうな。

おまけにあんな般若の面かぶってあんな派手な着物を着たやつが夜中に走っていたら絶対妖しい！つか妖しすぎ！

思い切り「ヤバイやつ」じゃん。

と言って朝の４時にけたたましく笑っている声が海を越えて聞こえてきたらそれは多分アタシっス。（笑）

とある人から質問のメールが来たのでそれに答える意味もあってこのエントリーを書いているのだが考えてみるとよくわけがわからないことばかりである。

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まあ、それはいいとして…

Ｑ１．ロンドン大学って何校あるの？
Ａ１：僕ちゃんもさっぱり知りません。有名な学校は約三校しかないので。

Ｑ２．どうやってはいったの？
Ａ２：適当に入りました。はい、すんません。

Ｑ３．どの学校？
Ａ３：王校だす。正式名称は自分で調べちくり。

Ｑ４．何学部？
Ａ４：恥ずかしながら医学部です、はい。

Ｑ５．英語力はどれくらい？
Ａ５：そこら辺の現地人顔負けだと高校時代言われましたがこれは訓練の賜物です。討論部よ、私の土曜日、返しておくれ！

Ｑ６．費用は？
Ａ６：さっぱり見当つきません。いささか適当です。

Ｑ７．友達とか彼女いる？
Ａ７：レズじゃないので彼女はいません。友達は二人っす。

Ｑ８．やっとけばよかったと思うことは？
Ａ８：一日３６時間にする方法学んどきゃよかった。

他にも質問があったらメールくでー。（統計学に戻っていく）

If you know me well enough, I'm quite interested in DID's. In fact, I plan to go into neuropsychiatry ( a mix between neurology and psychiatry). Well, at least that's one of the options.

Anyway.

NEWS FLASH NEWS FLASH! BILLY MILLIGAN'S FILM IS FINALLY BEING PRODUCED! (insert incoherent screams of utter joy).

Ever since I read the book I wanted to see a film about it... and Milligan's selecting the actor to play himself, apparently.

I'm personally voting for Marko Malic or Christian Bale, but considering that Christian Bale already played a madman from American Psycho (awesome movie by the way), I'm not sure if he's willing to do this one. Marko Malic would be good as well; he has that vulnerable look. Milligan himself seems to be keen on Christian Slater (ew) or Johnny Depp (no, he's too sexy and he does NOT look vulnerable).

PLEASE PICK CHRISTIAN BALE OR MARKO MALIC! For my sake! (laughter)

Actually, I just realized... Christian Bale does sort of look like Billy Milligan... it's God's WILL!

友達と話していたらこんな話が出た。

私：「結婚？する気無い。」
Ｊ：　「なんで？」
私：「性格見てると出来そうにないし。探す気無いし。忙しいし。彼氏とかウザそう。」
Ｊ：　「寂しくないの？」
私：「全然。仕事と結婚してそれでいいんじゃないかな、私は。」
Ｊ：　「そうなの？私が頑張っているのは結構結婚のためもあるけど。」
私：「首席は一人でなればいいから。つーか首席が他にいたら本当に腹が立つ！」

勿論最後のは私の密かな考えであるが多分これは本当だと思う。

全然関係ないことであるが脊椎動物学の教授がなぜヒトデの話ばかりするのか私にはわからないのだがとりあえずレポートを書かなければいけないので調べていてわかったこと：

ヒトデって気持ちワリー！

悪すぎ！

肉食だし！千切ってもそこからもうひとつのヒトデになるし！なんかはっつくし！いやに獰猛だし！

おまけにあのハリセンボンみたいなヒトデとかやめてほしい！

しかしなぜあの教授が気持ち悪い動物ばっかり嬉々として話すのかわけがわからない。今までに講義されたこと：ミミズ、ヒトデ、ホヤ、蛙、トカゲ、なまず、ドジョウ、などと私が絶対知りたくもないし、知らなくていいし、見たくない、聞きたくないものばかりである。あの教授は私のことが嫌いなのか？！？！それともゲテモノ好き？

とりあえずヒトデのレポートを仕上げなければいけないのでちょっと失礼。

ママが焼いたクリスマスケーキでごわす。ちなみに私は食べただけ。


あと「花より男子」が評判になっていたので見てみた。そして一言：

「ありえねーっつーの！」

これぞ少女漫画の王道。何もない子がすべてある男子に見初められてちゃんちゃん。

でも世の中そんな上手くいかないんだよね～。

私：ねえ、ママ、仮に天変地異が起きたとして私が仮面ノリダーの見すぎで試験落としたらどうする？
母：ええ？仮面ノリダーの水着を着て試験落とすの？

．．．？

とんでもない親子である。

Happy belated New Years! Hopefully I'll be a little more productive than 2007... but since that's my new year's resolution, it's highly unlikely that I'd keep that promise. Eh.

My parents trashed my idea of volunteering in Africa. Apparently they still believe that Africa is a dark, wild continent filled with lions and other zoological animals.

Well, no. That's not the case. But they do think that the entire continent consists of Sudan. So, they trashed it.

They also prohibited me from joining Médecins Sans Frontières. Their reasoning? "You're going to get killed".

Okay...

Whatever.

I also hunted down Kevin Kalisz to... STALK HIM! No, I'm just kidding. The fact is, throughout the three years in which I shared my high school life with that insane genius, I talked to him the grand total of... three times. That's averaging once per year. Sad, isn't it?

Then all of a sudden I get propelled into medical school and all of a sudden I'm left behind thinking "Crap, I don't know anyone around my age who's in med school!" Except, surprise surprise, Kevin. That genius, in my opinion, should have went to CalTech to major in engineering, but for some reason he gave up is high school dream to become a doctor (cue in about thirty bazillion question marks, on your mark, get set, go!).

So, Facebook it is.

I'm going back tomorrow. Then it's exam time. And then I have to finish the papers, since I left my Physics paper on my disc on my desk in my room and I basically screwed everything up (CRAP).

Ew.