La Guarida de la Loba

Chacho! Bueno, hace años que no escribo aqui, pero creo que volveré a hacerlo más porque este semestre volví a tomar clases de español otra vez. Y las dos son de Puerto Rico, así que estoy emocionada.

También me graduo al fin de este semestre y estoy al volar de la pura tensión. Dios me cuide y de fuerzas.

Este mes de vacaciones las pase muy bien, y hasta vinieron a visitarnos los nenes. Estuve riquísimo, pero ya se me acabaron las vacaciones y ya vuelvo a Philadelphia este fin de semana.

Algo que me tiene encantada al momento son las películas de Bollywood. Gracias a mi compañera de cuarto hindua, he descubierto este mundo cinemático absolutamente maravilloso, y estoy muy pero que muy fascinada. veremos a ver se acabo añadiendo hindi a la lista de idiomas que aprenderé en el futuro. X3

Así que, me he puesto a criticar unas cuantas historias que me fascinan y se han convertido en  esayos. Es increíble, pero a las misma vez son unos de mis mejores trabajos. He escrito cosas y usado tecnicas las cuales se cagarían mis profesores de inglés de la mera felicidad por ver me usarlas tan perfectamente.

Y lo hago sin pensar. Es lo que en realidad siento. Así que me sale de maravilla. Y una parte de mí lo hace para ver si reconocen el talento, mientras que otra parte de mí lo hace para que reconozcan la de ellos. Y espero que lo lean y que sonrían un poco. Que les de una chispa de alegría por que yo se lo divino que es cuando le soban el ego a uno. Y creo que todos los escritores necesitan un poco de eso de vez en cuando para seguir adelante con fé en nuestras abilidades.

Bueno, aqui estoy. Tratando de evitar de tener que hacer las tareas. Hago esto, hago lo otro, sigo dando vueltas para detener lo inevitable. Por lo menos ahora tengo miles de icons, y de Dogs!!


Ese manga me fascina. Especialmente Badou. Es tan chulo, y tan esquizofrénico. Y es pelirrojo! Me encantan los personajes pelirrojos! Ahí lo tengo en mi icon ahora. Tambien me gusta mucho a Nill, es tan preciosa y tierna, y tengo una obsesión con personajes mudos.


Buena, ahora si, ha sido suficiente la demora. Andale pa' las tareas . . . =(

entrada sin punto . . .

estoy tratando de aberiguar por que la hora esta tan tambalia en esta vaina . . .

Que barbaridad. Ya empieza la tragedia de nuevo.

Martes tengo clases, y pronto empiezo a trabajar in AR. Mi estomago esta por matarme. Me trato de distraer con libros y escribeindo mis historias pero bueno, solo ayuda hasta el momento que paro.

Y ya hasta leer me tiene nerviosa. Que horor.

Ya!! Se acabo la tragedia!! No más escuela hasta septiembre!

A celebrar se a dicho!!

Huepa!! XDD

Así que parece que por fin he hecho algunas amistades en la red. Solo he estado hangeando aquí por años. Cha cho . . .
Pero solo es por que le critico sus escrituras. Pero, es un comienzo. Ojala que progrese a algo más.

Y otra cosa, celebro. Dejame quieta ya con las sanganerías de hace años.

Así!! Que por fin encontre algo super chulo pa' IJ!! Este si que me gusta!! Hora veremos si te escribo con más frecuencía, eh?

Oye, Diario! Que tal! Tanto tiempo!

En verdad es que no te escribo suficiente, porque me distraigo con mi LJ. Si pudiera hacerte más bonito, quizás te escribiera más. Tal vez también es que escribir con acento es una jodienda. ^__^

Bueno, ya se acaban mis clases, pronto llegan los examenes, y luego si aparece dinero, me esmando pa' Puerto Rico. Ojala que aparezca, ojala que aparezca!!

Ah, tengo nueva música para entrenerme, igual que animé y fanfic. Además tengo que irme ya pa' clase, así que nos veremos pronto!

Ciao!

Hay que malo es depender de otros a veces. Hoy iba ir al supermercado con mi compañera dde cuarto y no se me olvido que ibamos, sino donde nos ibamas a encontrar antes de ir. Pues yo me viné pa' la casa a esperarla para irnos, y era en la facultad de humanidades que estaba supuesta a ir. Bueno esperó por media hora y como no aparecí vino enfogona. Cual quiera, pero solo fue un pequeño malentendido, y no más de media hora que nos tardamos, pero ahora no quiere ir. Y pues lo encuentro estupido, pero no voy a pelearporque de vale, ¿no?

Ahora es un pésimo viernes . . .

Estoy nerviosa. Y cuando estoy nerviosa, me ponga a hornear medio mundo. Hoy hice brownies y casí se me queman. Afortunadamente, Vimee estaba pendiente y las pude salvar. Están requete ricas. Luego me preocuparé de preparar unos muffins de calabaza y canela. Eso si, los nervios y los postres siempre van mana en mano para mí. ^__^

Acabo de descubrir as Caramelldansen!!

Si, sé que estoy un poco tarde, pero mejor tarde que nunca!!

Ahora vamos a bailar!

Caramelldansen

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Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, so don’t sue me!
Arc: Whenever You Call

Story Title: Step 3 – What The Rain Knows
Author: La Loba de Mibu
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst, Shounen ai
Pairing: 1+2
Summary: The tragedies of Duo’s life are all well known to the rain. It has always been there to witness them, and shed tears for him; because Duo has never cried a day in his life.  
Word Count: +/- 3200
Author Notes: This takes place in the Whenever You Call universe. It is set several months after the fic: “Looking For Love”. Heero and Duo have been roommates that for just over a year, and are currently 18 years old. This story was inspired by the film: Dare mo Shiranai – Nobody Knows, a tragic true story. Therefore, this step is very different in tone from the previous ones.

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Prior Steps~

Step 1 -- It Starts . . .  

Step 2 -- Looking For Love

Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, so don’t sue me!
Arc: Whenever You Call
Story Title: Step 2 -- Looking For Love
Author: La Loba de Mibu
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Shounen ai
Pairing: 1+2, unrequited 5+2
Summary: Duo has always been a very perceptive person; which is why when he notices Wufei spiraling into a deep depression after a botched Preventer’s assignment, he decides to step in. But is the botched assignment really all that has been bothering Wufei?
Word Count: +/- 4475
Author Notes: This takes place in the Whenever You Call universe. It is set several years after the fic: “It starts …”, but can be read as a stand alone. At this point, the pilots 01,02, and 05 are about 17-18, and established Preventer Agents. Heero and Duo are also roommates, and not quite yet involved romantically. 

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He aquí decidido en escribirte solo en español para tener aunque sea un poquito de práctica. Porque ahora que no tengo clases en español, y no tengo con quien hablarlo, me siento desconectada. Así que, de ahora en adelante, sólo se permitirá español. ^_^

 . . . Bueno, ¡y un o dos fics de vez en cuando!

Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, so don’t sue me!
Arc: Whenever You Call

Story Title: It Starts . . .
Author: La Loba de Mibu
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General, Shounen ai
Pairing: 1+2
Summary: Heero and Duo are assigned to infiltrate and destroy the same Oz base. But when things go wrong, it becomes a race against the clock to get out alive. And without fully understanding why, Heero disregards his training and saves his partner’s life.
Word Count: +/- 2400
Author Notes: This takes place in the Whenever You Call universe. It was once part of a much longer chapter fic of that name, however, I became dissatisfied with the fic’s structure and decided to break it down. This the first in the series, and depicts the moment that started it all, thus its rather lame title.

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So I scheduled my Fall semester yesterday, and I have Spanish again!  YAAAAAY! It's so lonely here in Philly with no one to speak Spanish to; my classes were the only place I could do so. Donde estan los latinos? Well, it's another translation course, and hopefully I will get a professor this time who knows what the hell they are doing. I also have Japanese again of course. I'm surprised, the second level still has a drill class. That's a little intimidating. So much for getting a part time job. Zannen desu ne.

Also, next year I get a room to myself. I'm kinda scared about the high rent, but I'm more scared of getting a bad roommate. So I'll take my chances at bankruptcy. Seriously, being broke is soooo much better than having a nightmare roommate. At least for me, cuz I've already lived with a bad roomie and the only thing I say about that is: NEVER AGAIN!!!!!!!! Ahem, so yea, bankruptcy it is. ^____^

Well, as for fics. I'm stuck on Sanctum again --big surprise-- BUT I'm back on Whenever You Call!!! *Watches people die of shock* I never abandon things, I rewrite them or put them off for ridiculously long periods of time . . . like years. ^^;; Anyway, I forgot how much fun the G-boys are to write. Hopefully I'll finish the next chapter soon.

Now, I must quit procrastinating and do my homework. Woo hoo! *headdesk*

So last night, I didn't go to bed because of insomnia. I spent the night sanganiando on the internet, not even thinking about my homework until an hour before class. Of course I wasn't gonna finish it on time, so i decided to play sick and e-mailed it instead. Even when to the Student Health Center and got a legitimate note for the absence and everything. However, I planned on making my afternoon class. But then I got this brilliant idea to take a nap before heading to class.

I don't do naps . . . Unless you consider six hours a nap.

Yeah, I totally slept through my class. I DID NOT want to do that. Granted I have a note at least, but still. This class is taught by the chair of the Asian Studies Department, whom I'd very much like to impress at every opportunity I get. DAMMIT.

I even put my alarm in my friggin HAND, and still didn't hear it. It's really bad. Well, that was one panic attack I didn't need. I woke up and screamed bloody murder when I saw the time. Nearly gave my friggin roommate a heart attack.

**WARNING SPOILERS**

The Poke:

I read this chapter and the ones previous to it over and over again trying to get some more clues as to how that Poke was meant to be interpreted. But damn it all if Kishimoto isn't Japanese. And damn it all if the Japanese don't like to be viciously ambiguous about these kinds of plot devices. Seriously.

It makes me wish my studies in Japanese were farther along, so I could go into a Japanese forum and read over peoples opinions and discussions. Because if there is anything I'm certain about when it comes to the Poke, is that it is imperative to have a deep understanding of Japanese culture and filial relationships in order to properly comprehend its significance.

Unfortunately, I am not Japanese, nor do I have a deep understanding of the culture yet. Dammit. The best I can do is try to interpret it in several different ways, from an inherently Western point of view.
It is definitely a glorious mockery of Sasuke and everything he'd done up until that point. It is also one last hell of a mindfuck; no one can deny that Sasuke was shitting bricks as he watched Itachi get closer. But then I can't help but wonder about another possible attribute.

Affection.

Was there possibly some sort of affection in that gesture? It certainly left Sasuke in one hell of a shock, both I believe because of it's unexpectedness and the history behind the gesture. It was something Kishimoto showed us in the very first full flashback of Itachi's and Sasuke's brotherly relationship when they got along. It was definitely affectionate on the part of Itachi to do this repeatedly. However, he revealed in the course of this fight that all those good memories had been a farce he put up. But I somehow doubt that, or maybe I just choose to doubt it because I want to believe that every 13 year old boy holds some kind of positive regard for his younger brother who very obviously idolizes him.

I think in the end, it may have been a combination of all these things wrapped into one, and that is what makes the simple gesture so powerful.

WARNING SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!

WOW.
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I just read these today, and I must say I'm shocked, in the most pleasant of ways, to finally see the conclusion of this epic battle. Kishimoto is friggin' brilliant in my opinion. I'm surprised to read about so much disappointment over Itachi's death. If you were disappointed, I think  you seriously missed something quintessential about this whole confrontation.

Sasuke fucked up big time by leaving Konoha and joining Orochimaru all for the sake of his revenge. He's chosen a life dedicated to the sole purpose of killing Itachi over a life filled with the love and friendships Konoha offered him. Think about this for a second. Think about the gravity of giving all that up to gain . . . what exactly? Because really, what will he gain in the end after Itachi dies?

It's a hollow choice, leading to a hollow life. And Kishimoto demonstrates this BEAUTIFULLY.

The battle is long and destructive; destructive of the environment, destructive of each other, and destructive of themselves. It is a spectacular fight filled with incredible techniques, but eventually the chakra runs out, so the pretty parlor tricks can't hold out forever. By the end of  this battle, chapter 393, Sasuke and Itachi are both looking quite pathetic. Sasuke's only driving force throughout this battle has been his will to kill his brother, and Itachi's has been supposedly his desire for power. Once again, quite pathetic when compared to the ideals and goals, protecting and defending those he loves, that keep Naruto going strong throughout his epic battles.

Kishimoto in this battle for the first time shows us a side of Itachi we hadn't seen before this. He shows us that Itachi is not invincible, that he's very much human, with as  much chance of dying as Sasuke. It's what keeps you on your toes throughout this battle. What makes you think: "OMG! Sasuke's gonna do it! He's gonna beat him this time!"

But then the moment of truth comes, and the brothers are on the edge. And Itachi forces himself to trudge forward and he ambiguously says: "My eyes . . . " Reaching for Sasuke whose backed against a wall, and suddenly in a fabulous two page panel, pokes him. Itachi pokes Sasuke. POKES. The significance of this action cannot be described in words. It is powerful, moving, but most of all telling.

And then . . . he dies.

Yes. It is anticlimactic. But did anyone ever stop to think that maybe it was meant to be exactly that? That perhaps that was Kishimoto's point from the beginning? That perhaps Sasuke is meant to stand there taking in the shock of this moment and feel an utter sense of emptiness and disappointment that his life has become now that he has completed his life's mission. That wasting your life in such a way to seek revenge against the only kin you had left was not meant to end in a glorious fashion with all manner of fanfare and unmatched heroism?

When you consider these things, it can only be concluded that Kishimoto ended this Sasuke vs. Itachi arc of the Naruto saga like a true master storyteller.