Current status: As always, divided between countless hobbies, feelings and school. Right now, I'm going to the British Council for English courses. And kendo after that. Insanity, as you can see, is still active.
Currently listening to: my iPod Shuffle, namely to Beyond the Time, from Gundam: Char's Counterattack.
Quote of the day: "Indubitabil", from a beer commercial spoof.
Remember me? The crazy, Vlad Tepes-loving, anime-loving, girl-loving guy from Romania? I'm back after a lengthy absence. Hopefully, I'll actually keep this blog updated. Odds are I wont, though.
I'll be short this time, since time is money, and money is the root of all evil. I've started 12th (and final) grade in school, and teachers are cutting us some slack, because we're gonna get our fair amount of mind-raping later on. Same old teachers, with some noteworthy exceptions. Like, for example, the fact that the Sports teacher ISN'T our main teacher anymore. After a brave action started by my classmates, the tyrant was finally deposed, and the Romanian teacher was called to rule upon this land of innocent girls and 3 boys. Finally, a new era of peace and love has started.
... Or something like that.
In fact, it's the same old shit, except they're selling coffee at the school store. Only 50 cents or so (1 leu, to the connaisseurs). There's still a ridiculous amount of girls in my class, half of them have boyfriends, and two thirds of the boys have a girlfriend (in other words, the other 2. This ain't China, boys are at a premium). Why am I single? Hell, why should I know? Ask the girls, they seem to know everything.
Anyways, love and war are very similar, except for teeny fact that war is safe. You have bunkers there and hide during a nuclear raid. In love, psychological attacks are in order. But I'll shut up, else Bush starts attacking high-schools.
Righty, now I'm practicing kendo, fencing's magnet-safe cousin. That's right, it's just you, a shallow armor, a bamboo stick and the opponent, who can beat the shit out of you in 2 minutes, but out of mercy will do it to you in 1. Ain't that lovely? No, really, it's not that bad, I don't even have an armor, and more often than not, my only opponent is myself who... Ah, fuck, even a third-grader can write a philosophical text about fighting your own instincts and surpassing your limits. Everyone knows that. At least they teach it very early in Japan.
Anime-wise, I've watched many shows, and I might talk about them when the occasion arises. Now I'm too bored to do that (oh, and I'm in a hurry too. Thank you, RATB).
I'll talk more about my achievements, under-achievements and other things another time.
Signing off once more, the revived Lion of Genesis.
