¡UN MUY ATRASADO FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS, NORI! ;; I LOVE YOU, HON. ESPERO QUE LA HAYAS PASADO AWESOME Y LAMENTO LLEGAR TAN TARDE. ERES FANTÁSTICA Y TE ADORO.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, chiba_yuriko! I hope you spend an awesome day, dear, I wish you the best because you are an amazing person. <3

I'm so running right now, dear God, my live is a chaos because university is eating it, as always. Ly, te vas al MAC este fin de semana? ;; No sé si podré ir.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Dios. Necesito un lavado de ser. De nuevo. Pero mucho más profundo.

¿Saben lo que es tener que ir en un colectivo escuchando los griteríos que consisten en "cánticos" llenos de insultos sexuales misóginos y homófobos de un grupo de universitarios de 18-21 años (y algunos incluso mayores, dios me libre) clase media alta que trata de reafirmar su masculinidad?

Soy amable diciendo que eran cánticos; eran "puto," "puta," "huevos," "se la dan" al azar y en cualquier orden porque todos saben que eso te sube en la jerarquía de la macheza y lo hardcore. No se necesita creatividad con el oñembomachose (y "macho" por supuesto quiere decir, "hombre [cis] de gran pene y capacidad para someter sexualmente a cualquiera").

No me merecía eso. Nunca vuelvo a asomarme a esta porquería que son los juegos universitarios.

Las clases empezaron pero no empezaron porque muy primera semana y no hay nada (al menos para mi nivel), me fui para la clase de las 8 con un frío de mierda, dicha clase por supuesto no había, tuve a quedarme en el centro de estudiantes (a esperar que me confirmen que la siguiente clase tampoco iba a haber) donde se veía ese programa ese de Tinelli del baile, mientras la gente a mi lado despedazaba la vida privada de la gente de la farándula que, al mismo tiempo, se despedazaban entre ellos en un programa de baile.

Alguien hágame un lavado de cerebro. O mejor, un lavado de ser.

Ni siquiera me agrada el tipo, pero hoy te lo ponen hasta en la sopa. Y okay, me reí.

Aseguran que Chuck Norris maneja a Messi.

"Es un jugador de Play Station", fueron las palabras que pronunció el técnico francés Arsene Wenger al término del partido que disputó el Arsenal ante el Barcelona con respecto a la actuación que brindó el argentino Lionel Messi, quien marcó los cuatro goles de los catalanes.

Aprovechando los comentarios de Arsene y el "Día de Chuck Norris" en la red, un usuario de Facebook decidió crear el grupo "Chuck Norris es el que maneja a Messi desde su casa con el mando de la Play".

Explicaría muchas cosas.

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I went to the doctor. I have a colonoscopy on schedule next Wednesday because it was the obvious thing to do, nothing more. But let's not talk about that. I mean it.

My exam today went fantastic.

Anoche se fue la luz en mi casa cuando coloreaba una Chrome que no guardé por enésima vez. El universo trata de decirme algo.

En otras noticias, las clases empezaron hoy. Acabo de llegar a casa. Ah, el gozo de clases de 12 horas, tener tarea para mañana, examen el martes, y esperar 2 horas por una fotocopia en medio de un calor desesperante. Dios, creo que moriría si esa semana de vacaciones que tuve hubiera durado un día más. La tortura no me hubiese dejado vivir.

Or something.

I came back! And you know what? I spend my days in Camboriú studying P-Chem. But I went to the sea once! And saw bell! And traveling in car for 16 hours? Boy, that was the best part: there was rain, getting lost and persecutions with shooting.

No, seriously.

See, there is something about coming back home, just crossing the frontier and finding oneself in the middle of a firing. Because this is Paraguay and we are extreme. And lawless apparently. You know the contrast with Brazil having actual laws and stuff.

We were passing Brazilian customs and my father was talking about how they don't ask for documentation because we were entering our country or something, he started talking about the two Brazilian cars behind us: a small Fiat, and the one behind it, a small white car which brad I didn't see. He noticed how a group of Brazilian cops immediately went after the small white car, he thought it was due to evading documentations or something, and well, this is La Triple Frontera, so that's routine. Then I saw the Fiat, whose driver probably didn't notice what was happening, giving space to the white car to let it go ahead. The white car did. Taking the Fiat's left rear-view mirror with it. Seriously. I just saw the mirror flying and hitting the floor and then the white car was behind us. Then we heard the shootings, and saw two armed Brazilian cops on a motorcycle following the white car. My father let them pass because he sure as hell didn't want our car end like the Fiat. And they passed some centimeter besides us (because this is "El Puente de la Amistad" and this is how you cross it) with the cops making shots to the air.

Next thing we saw were the Brazilian cops coming back without nothing, of course the guy went away (we theorize it was a robbed car, the guy driving wasn't armed and was alone), and of course there were our cops and militia in our customs looking very interested in all that was happening without moving a finger.

And yeah, when Brazilian people enter our country? They don't make any documentation, our customs are non existing. Paraguay, the paradise for... car robbers.

So yeah, pretty traditional welcome home.

(I will be talking about all the rest later because I have an exam on Monday, and I haven't studied for that one at all because it isn't P-Chem and I was vacationing. So yay me.)

Estoy en un cyber ahora mismo porque acabo de enterarme por teléfono que Salvador Cabañas recibió un disparo en la cabeza, y los medios brasileros no hablan en absoluto de eso. De verdad que es un gran shock.

People, I miss you all! I spend an excelent day with bell, who is uberly awesome and made me feel very comfortable even when I was completely lost (because I was), but I will talk about all that when I have more time.

I love you, thank you to the people who send me wishes and whom I'm just reading, I will be answering you! XD

Okay, people. I have to get away from the computer. Badly. Badly, badly, badly. Only because my exam is the 21. And you will say, "but that's in 13 days!" and I will say, "yes, but it's my final from Biological P-Chem, so I have to study these 13 days without breathing if I want to pass decently and have vacations." There.

Ahora estoy viendo la misa de Ca'acupé. En vivo. Y tengo emociones conflictuadas y enfrentadas tanto que no es gracioso.

You know, I was planing to write a long and moving post about me and Tsubasa, how I created my livejournal just to talk about the series (yeah, go look for my first post don't go okay! It was just... rhetoric, thank you Sha!), etc., etc., but since this apparently doesn't conclude the series, I will write it by next chapter. Or when XXXholic ends. Or when I'm 100% sure the story has been concluded. I swear the moving post titled, "Tsubasa and me: a stormy story" will come some day (maybe not with that exact title).

( Tsubasa 232 )

My exam got suspended for the 12. So yeah, you see me here.

Via ew_younerd, Female sexual abuse: The untold story of society's last taboo

It was at the age of 30, when she became pregnant with her own daughter, that Sharon finally summoned the courage to speak to her GP for the first time about what had happened to her. Her fear was that if she didn't seek help to overcome her issues, they could in turn have a damaging effect on her unborn child. But her doctor's response was: "Don't be silly, mothers don't sexually abuse children. You're understandably worried about becoming a parent yourself, but don't let your imagination run away with you."

[...]Sharon says that she might have learnt to cope better if she had been given the help she so desperately needed when she approached her doctor before her child was born. "You can't imagine how deflating it is after all those years of keeping your disgusting secret to finally get the courage to tell someone and then be told that you're making it up," she recalls.[...]

[...]In a large percentage of these cases, the abuse took place within the family home, which is one of the reasons why cases of female sexual abuse are so incredibly hard to spot. Yet, sadly, this doesn't mean that the abuse isn't happening. As Elliott points out: "Considering that I am just one woman working for one relatively small charity, and this many people have managed to get in touch with me, I dread to think of the true scale of the problem."

Extraordinarily, in the vast majority of cases involving female sexual abuse (of both boys and girls), the child's mother turns out to be involved in that abuse, whether offending alone or with another woman or a man. Almost all of the victims who have contacted Elliott to share their stories have mentioned being "brainwashed", and many have spoken of being made to believe that their abuse was what constituted parental love.

Very few have ever before felt able to talk about the abuse because they feared they would not be believed – and those who have already come forward, to a doctor or therapist, have usually had their worst fears realised. One man, now 60 years old, recalls: "When I tried to tell my therapist of my abuse when I was 35, I was told: 'You are having fantasies about your mother and you need more therapy to deal with that.' [...]

ETA: I think a big problem in this article is that it is cis-sexist and probably heterosexist. Trans-women are repeatedly accused of "being a threat to cis-women and children," and I have heard more than once people talking about outed cis-lesbian women and how "they shouldn't have children" (even if the article covers women-on-women abuse, it talks mostly how heterosexual-perceived cis-women aren't considered capable of rape).

It's still, I think, an extremely important article.

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I just spend my day suspecting my dog had Leishmaniasis. I made my sister cry (and myself). It turned to be fungus. God knows I'm relieved.

Una sabe que el mundo anda mal porque este manga existe. Pero mejor lean la entrada de Fu donde se describe el argumento detalladamente. LA PROTAGONISTA VIVE INTIMIDADA (y abusada sexualmente una y otra vez) POR ESE MUNDO TAN SALVAJE, PINTORESCO Y EXÓTICO.

POR QUÉ NADIE ME DIJO QUE EL MANGA DE UTENA LLEGABA A ESTOS NIVELES DE... HORROR. Yo así me lo leía porque cosas como estas no se ven todos los días.

ETA: Y es que el problema de Latinoamérica es que la gente no sigue el Sistema Judicial como se debe. Todo queremos hacerlo a los palos y a la "justicia por mano propia." No gente, cuándo veremos la luz, nos dejaremos de revoluciones, seguiremos Las Perfectas Leyes de la Civilización, y progresaremos.

Also. Nuestros líderes son bishonens rubios, y eso se debe a las ruinas mayas. El colonialismo no tiene nada que ver. Los morochos son todos violadores de mujeres Japonesas.

Primera semana y tengo 8000 tareas. Una de Toxicología que hay tiempo de entregar "hasta el Domingo a las 11:59 de la noche" según las palabras textuales de mi profesor (sí, hay que enviarla por mail).

I think I have said this a lot before, but maybe most of you weren't there, maybe it has passed more time than I think, but anyway:

People, please, put your reactions of latest Tsubasa and XXXholic (these are the fandoms that give me this problem the most) under cut. I know those aren't spoilers for you, and I understand. But cutting spoilers isn't for you. I find reactions to later chapters spoilering. Thank you.

(Since a lot of people don't like cutting reactions, I can do what some people do: filtering people who can spoiler me. But since I never know when the chapters come, I will have to CUT MY WHOLE FRIENDLIST like... most of the time. :/)

( Tsubasa 226 spoilers )

ETA: ( XXXholic 185 )

I started classes today. So not yay. I don't know if I will be here a lot of time, my schedule is mostly from 09:00 to 20:00, and, well, I'm lucky I know, but entire mornings of P-chem don't excite me a lot. *sighs*

Happy gay birthday, sparkymonster!!!!!

In other not-so-news, I'm sick. I can't hear. Well, I can (barely), but my ears hurt and have this sensation of them being obstructed or something. Doctor says is due to having cold/some other viral infection. I don't have fever or muscular pain, so it's probably not flu.

AND. Hiatus. My exam is Wednesday. And look how I'm doing. This thing called "studying"? So failing at it.

Estoy muy muy enferma. Me siento como la mierda y tengo que estudiar. Me duele la garganta, no puedo tragar, tengo pérdida del apetito, me siento mal en general y estoy menstruando. *sighs* Tos, fiebre estornudos, congestión nasal son las cosas que no tengo por lo menos. Igual, tengo que ir al médico. :/

I'm kinda back, my two exams went pretty good. I think.

Dead tired though. I didn't have much sleep last night. So probably will sleep a lot.

Hace dos días me vacuné contra la gripe (estacional, influenza típica, gente), y ahora estoy. enferma. Con todos los síntomas. OTL

INFLUENZA NORMAL, GENTE. (¡Porque contra esa me vacuné! Evidentemente mis defensas no estaban en su mejor estado y ni cuenta me dí.)

Intestinal cramps strike again (diarrhea and everything). God, I feel so awful. I hate you, Salmonella.

Desde hace algún tiempo quería comentar este artículo: Black Latina por Delina D. Pryce.

In Peru, blacks are still being used as ornamental images--chauffeurs, pallbearers, valets, and servants. In Brazil, blacks are considered marginal members of society. In countless other Latin American countries, blacks are shut out of government and positions of power. Television shows, news programs, and beauty magazines omit dark faces. The denial of racial diversity in the media, government and business is much like what the United States faced 30 years ago. "We are looking for ways to improve our self-esteem because the society conveys to blacks that we are nothing We want to let people know that we are not only there to cook and play football "[soccer]" said Piedad Cordoba de Castro, the first black woman to become senator in Colombia, in a 1995 Dallas Morning News article.

This is why I think it is foolish for black Latinos to overlook their blackness and believe they are Hispanic like their countrymen of European ancestry." The effort to build a black consciousness movement in Latin America has been hobbled by the low level of racial identification among blacks," Cordoba de Castro said. A hierarchy exists within Latin American countries. Those of European ancestry are at the top and those of African heritage are at the bottom, one notch below indigenous people. Those of mixed race-mestizos (indigenous and Caucasian) and malattos (indigenous and Negroid)--fall some where in between. Many blacks are eager to point out their Indian blood thus elevating themselves above black.

Lo gracioso es que mi primera reacción fue ponerme a la defensiva, hasta que me di cuenta que no había nada que negar. Todo es completamente cierto. Y no hablemos acerca de los países donde la población negra es casi invisible: Argentina, Chile, Uruguay, el mío (con altísima población indígena). Mucho para pensar, con la colonización que vivimos, nuestra cultura de "lo europeo es superior" es demasiado aceptada. (Ni me pongo hablar de la gente "blanca" que vive en países de América Latina que sale a decir que las cosas son muy diferentes por acá. Por supuesto que nada es idéntico, y las cosas son complejas en su propia y única manera, pero de ahí a que el privilegio de la gente blanca no existe es una gran idiotez. La gente no habla de él nada más.)

I'm finished Michiko e Hatchin. I'm re-watching it with my sister! XD I will make a long entry. Soon, I hope.

Aaaaaaah. Dios, que dolor de cabeza. No sé que tal me fue en mi examen, no creo que me fue mal, pero me dejó con un dolor de cabeza horripilante. (Y eso que no es la gran cosa, si hablamos de la dificultad de la materia. Y eso que yo no llevo casi nada este semestre. Psst.) Ugh, hasta me dan nauseas.

Y mi internet es una mierda y no puedo bajarme nada.

Arrrg. I'm dead tired. And have awful intestinal cramps (or whatever those things are called). Like awful. And the heat is/was killing me. So long day was long at school. I came home and just wanted to see my bed.

But you know what? I'm fucking tired of big egos and how they become the center of a discussion that was originally about racism. What are we discussing now? White people's supposed vendettas against each other.

So I will tell you, I just came to know all these people's big names by this whole mess. I don't care about TNH, PNH, Cramer and WS. I don't know who they are, don't know them as persons, and couldn't careless to do it. But I'm still fucking disgusted at their insulting and racist comments and attitudes. So are most POC. That's all. My stomach hurts. (I'm not mentioning all that shit Cramer and WS are doing to other people because it's just mind-blowing and I don't want to deal with that. Fucking adults indeed.)

( Tsubasa 215. Spoilers obviously )

I'm... going to sleep or something.

My exam went damn good. Climate here is speshul though, I'm tired of coming home soaked.

My head hurts. Is it just me, or people got stupider in this short period? I can't even watch my fl by now. Going to go and hide from this RaceFail and some other ugly things. I want to rant about something, but holly God, I don't know where to start. I generally don't talk about USA, but to give you an example, you have to be something else to say that white people there are now the oppressed minority because Obama is president. Just to show the level of idiocy I'm talking about.

Anyway, in other things, Tsubasa:

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