can somebody please explain to me why anyone would want to wear clothing with giant words stitched across one's bum?

i wonder this anew each time i see it, and i haven't ever been able to figure out why. i mean, yes, it draws attention, but that still isn't quite why to me. if that makes sense.

so, splain, if you can.

either with or without the H

today, i would like to thank (in no particular order):

* live ophiluses (ophilii? and as opposed to dead ones? XD)
* whoever discovered the entity known as "yogurt"
* whoever figured out the mysteries of cacao beans
* whoever thought to put them together (and in particular, the people at Stonyfield Farms )

well, actually, i think the caramel is probably better. but the flavour known as "chocolate underground" is quite good. reminds me of the yogurt my mom used to make (and no, i'm not kidding). it's very, very satisfying in a completely different way to other yogurt i've had. wish it were less expensive; i'd eat it more often. as it is, it's a nice treat once in awhile. (eat cheaper yogurt the rest of the time. mmm, Yoplait. XD) and YoBaby (if you get over feeling that your yogurt is harassing you) tastes quite like pudding. only not. num. ^-^

in other news, Mariam took the mommie* to see Disturbed in Milwaukee last night.

the mommie CANNOT claim no one loves her. --;;; XD

* = "the mommie" is the most oft-used term to refer to Mariam's mom betwixt Mariam and i. it is never meant in reference to my mom. it's a long story, and perhaps someday i'll splain publicly. although i do indeed have at least two mommies, it's not in the way you think. and some of you know the story already, sooooo...

sat in a pub watching the women's tennis

hrrm.

i've had a few thoughts in mind for days now that i considered writing about here. i still might, but...not today.

however, some people will be pleased to know that it seems likely that we may very well have t-shirts made up sometime in the forseeable future. and probably by sometime in May at the very latest, as there's Acen going on (which we're allegedly involved in). more details as they're available.

if you'd like to read more about my fairly non-eventful weekend and a lot of rambling about the Formula One Grand Prix of Australia (whee, opening race of the season), click in at your whim...

weekend did what it said on the box. brought the week to an end; no more, no less. got some things accomplished; not so much with others. made pancakes and a new kind of pizza which needs a bit of tweaking, and which at one point had me so angry at it that i really was thinking about throwing it out. am glad i didn't, as it's still quite tasty---just, as i said, needs more tweaking. also rediscovered why going into any store on a Sunday afternoon/evening is a Bad, Bad, Horrid, Stupid, Imbecilic, Dangerous Idea. remembered to breathe both times.

the Grand Prix of Australia was this weekend, and this season does promise to be a fair bit more interesting than the last. which is good, because really, it couldn't get much more coma-inducing than last season, bar a few moments here and there. when you know pretty much exactly how things will shake out over the course of a season before it's even started, there's a problem.

(it also doesn't help if the omnipresent smug look on Schumi's face more often than not makes one want to smack him, particularly when he ends up on podium [and usually the top step] all season long.)

all the rule changes that Max Mosely, In His Infinite Wisdom *cough* (oh, andthoseotherguysintheFIAtoo) have come up with do promise to make things more interesting, but i don't think anyone will be able to keep them all straight. particularly as they keep changing every other second (or so it seems). some are a bit inane---the "must qualify with the fuel load you're going to race on next day" one in particular. but the series needed something, else it would've been as cut-and-dried and dead boring as last year's was, for the most part.

as for the result? i'm fairly pleased---would've been even cooler to see Kimi Raikkonen on the top of the podium, but as it was was quite nice as well. i'm fairly happy whenever Schumi doesn't win, mostly because he does it all the time. and not even a podium finish, well---that was brilliant! i hope we continue to see good things out of Sauber this year as well. and Minardi's why-bother-qualifying flouting of the new rules was quite amusing.

drive-through penalty for Kimi was STUPID. ONE-kmh over limit? O.O;;; dude.

also saw A Clockwork Orange almost entirely all the way through this weekend. on IFC, and unedited. i'd seen probably almost all of it before, only completely piecemeal, so this was a bit of a change. i was reminded, though---one of the Dell commercials featuring deposed stoner king Steven the Dell Dude used to always automatically bring a certain scene from this film to mind due to the music. well, and the look on Steven's face.

...well, it made me smirk.

oh, nearly forgot two other important things about the weekend.

one: the jasmine tea from Takashimaya's Tea Box that Fi recently sent is AMAZING. i've enjoyed various jasmine teas before, but this tops them all. the fragrance is more...pure, for lack of a better word, and i don't believe i can properly describe the taste.

two: while i didn't get around to doing that survey of everyone at work and their reactions to the Skippy Lou keychain and accompanying stickers, i did remember to take them to band practice and commenced to quiz everyone there. and amazingly, no one is as disturbed by them as you and i are (excepting Spaz).

me, i stand by my vanilla extract theory. naughty Sanrio ought to learn when to say no. XD

the beauty of haiku is elemental

having difficulty with the periodic table of elements?

perhaps seeing each element in haiku form will make things a bit easier for you?

no, really...more later. ^^

take aim...

via Spaz, let's be careful not to pee on our shoes, right?

(hrrm, damned thing says i'm "not in control of my man-bits." why, i'll show that little...XD)

more later.

in the mouths of history

most of the people i know who are reading this enjoy food, to some extent. and likewise, most of the people i know who are reading this know that i enjoy food a great deal; preparing it, enjoying the smell of it, serving it to others---and eating it, of course.

i also enjoy learning about it, and growing it, and in general finding out all i can about different aspects of it that interest me---in much the same way i end up doing exhaustive and obsessive research into most things i enjoy to any great degree. so, y'know, food geekery. ^^

it seems very likely to me that food is probably as reliable an arbiter of truth as one is likely to find. things political, artistic, spiritual, supernatural, scientific, social---everything can be told in fairly vivid detail through food. while various institutions and individuals may continuously alter various histories concerning people and places and things---it doesn't seem like much thought is ever given to altering mentions of food. food is overlooked as incidental and superfluous---and this is what protects it from such alteration. (i could of course be entirely wrong about this; need to do further research. ^^) but it seems that food, if not entirely truthful, will at the very least be able to tell more about more things with more accuracy than most other historical texts will. one might have an opinion of the food, but the food itself is impartial.

that being said rather awkwardly, probably one of my personal biggest comfort foods is pad-siew. my mom used to make it a lot when i was little, amongst the other things passed down in her family; my dad had taught her to cook it and a handful of other Thai dishes a few years before i was born.

of course, it had to be adapted in order to be made in an American kitchen, particularly at that time. there are of course a whole slew of more authentic options which are fairly widely available now, and thusly much less of a need to substitute ingredients. but still, the thing that's particularly interesting about the Thai approach to cooking is that the philosophy is very adaptable; it uses what's around. it takes other methods of cooking, pulls them into itself, and comes back with something entirely different, and uniquely its own. curry is an excellent example---of course, Thai curries are famous. but so are the Indian curries which made their way to Thailand, which Thai cooks learned from and adapted to their own ends, thusly creating something new, and something uniquely Thai in character.

so the question arises---when is something truly "bastardised"? i don't think adaptation is bastardisation; i think that it's necessary. authenticity is more about the spirit of a cuisine than it is about specific ingredients, barring certain exceptions that become obvious with each instance. a landlocked area is generally not going to be known for its great sea-life-based culinary creations. is it bastardisation if they observe techniques from an island town, adapt them to their needs, and dress their poultry/meat/tofu/vegetables/roots/etc. in it? i really don't think so. of course, this means it's different than what one would get if one travelled to that island town, but that's to be expected. civilisations throughout history haven't all been eating the same thing; there are certainly regional differences to take into account, and even within those, families. generations. individuals. it's not bastardisation; it's variation. according to constraints of ingredient availability, personal preference, and the palates of those who you're serving (and not to mention time and cooking for oneself vs. cooking for multiple people, i.e. CupNoodle vs. something requiring more effort XD).

so complaints regarding bastardisation baffle me---unless it's the spirit of the thing which has been violated. the art of cooking is not one of ingredients; it's of spirit, it's of willingness to adventure into territories unknown. cooking isn't boring at all if you do it right.

all my babbling aside, here's a couple of interesting things i've run across in cursory fits of Googling; haven't gone too far into either, but they do look quite interesting:

and finally, getting back to Thai food---i also found this book, which i desperately need. if it's half the things it describes, i'm quite happily sold. o.o;;;

in conclusion, i'll offer a quick & easy recipe for super-ghetto Thai-style curry. if you've got a few ingredients around, you can pull this together in about as much time as it takes to do a stovetop packet of instant ramen (and i specify stovetop because it's quite obvious that you could microwave it much faster, smartass XD). quick and good, and you can make it as hot or not as you'd like.

TIME REQUIRED: 20-30 minutes, give or take.

INGREDIENTS:

* bit of neutral cooking oil for your skillet
* 1 breast of chicken per person you're cooking for (or shredded beef, or shrimp, or tofu---whatever you'd like)
* variety of frozen veggies. i like bell peppers, peas, corn, squash, okra, onions, mushrooms---most vegetables taste wonderful in curry. broccoli, cauliflower---really, it's up to you! mmm, pea pods!
* curry paste (store-bought or homemade; colour and degree of spicyness up to your delectation---the store-bought ones aren't bad. just make sure to refrigerate them. ^^)
* 1 can of coconut milk (hrrm, can't recall the ounceage on this. a small can, definitely. more if you're doing this for more than just yourself, though. in a pinch, you can substitute cream of coconut mixed with regular cow's milk if necessary. or just use regular cow's milk, although obviously the coconutty elements will be missing.)
* dash of fish sauce (store-bought or homemade; again, your choice---although really, if you're making your own curry paste and your own fish sauce, you probably have no need to read this recipe. XD)
* minced garlic (optional)
* fresh basil (optional)
* the rice of your choice to serve this over (leftover rice makes this even faster, but fresh is always good!)

PREPARATION:

I adore frozen boxes of chicken breasts. They're insanely handy. This is where having a microwave comes in handy---defrosting. One can throw together a meal involving chicken in a matter of moments, and the frozen box lasts for ages; you can use the chicken as you need it, not waste any, and have some always at hand. Frozen shrimp is good this way too---in fact, most familiar protein-laced centerpieces of meals freeze fairly well. Anyrate, if your chicken/meat/tofu is frozen, defrost it before beginning this recipe. Also, if you don't happen to have leftover rice sitting around, you might want to start cooking it before you do anything else. (and if you've got a rice cooker, so much the better!)

Heat a large skillet on med-high heat. If you're using chicken, beef, or tofu that needs cutting into smaller bits, cut it while you're waiting for the pan to heat. Once it's hot, add only enough cooking oil that it puts a nice, thin coating across the bottom of the pan (or less, if using nonstick cookware). Add garlic if you're using it. Add chicken/beef/shrimp. and lid skillet for a few minutes; stir occasionally until browned (or pinked, in the case of the shrimp). If you're using tofu, ignore all that and skip to the next step.

Add coconut milk (or cream of coconut/milk mixture) and curry paste to taste. (start out with a very little bit of curry paste if you're not familiar with it; you can always add more, but you can't really remove it if you've added too much!) Stir until curry/milk mixture is uniform in colour and all paste chunks have been dissolved. Add frozen vegetables. Lid again; allow to simmer for awhile. Turn down heat if necessary; in any case, stir occasionally. If using tofu, add it in and lid the skillet again.

Add just a splash of fish sauce towards the end of cooking; if you're using the fresh basil (and here, it must be fresh---dried basil doesn't do much for it and so i wouldn't even bother if that's all i had here, really), shred it by hand into the skillet and mix in just before you dish the curry onto your rice. If you're using leftover rice, throw that into the skillet with the curry for the last few minutes to heat up. Otherwise, dish the curry onto your rice and enjoy!

well, *this* certainly explains things...

i don't know about you, but this isn't The Hobbit i remember reading. O.O;;;

[ADDENDUM: not surprisingly, they've changed it already. but check the "more"...]

...right, then. here's a screencapture. i swear this was not altered in any way...

"Lord of the Cock Rings" indeed.

[addendum no.2: no, wait---i understand! this is the story of Dildo Daggins, of that scurrilous town of ill repute, Back-End...er, forget i said anything...]

all you've heard is true

i really am a gigantic dork.

(as though anyone reading this needed further confirmation. XD)

was at Butera last night. it just opened last week, and we were a bit worried previously.

the place where Butera now stands is maybe 5 minutes from our house at the most. it used to be another market which was very inexpensive and mostly had lots of good things---one only needed to be wary of purchasing meat from them, but this wasn't such a big deal.

and then they closed. and we were sad.

we ended up going to one or the other of the bigger chain supermarkets in the area, which didn't necessarily have much better selection or quality of products---but which were significantly more expensive. and also not located 5 minutes away, so last-minute "oh crap, forgot ____" moments were much more frustrating.

anyway, so Butera opened up last week. it's a small local Chicagoland chain, and there used to be one not far from a few of the various apartments my mother and i had occupied. it was frightening for various reasons, and other people i knew who'd been to others had reported similar experiences involving cockroaches, rotting vegetables, mouldy bread, and the like.

so it was with some trepidation we passed by the store frequently before it was about to open---hoping it wouldn't be horrible, and thinking it'd be really nice to have an okay place to grab groceries from so close-by.

er, it's really cool. i mean, as much as a supermarket can be. far more selection than anywhere else i've been around here; not just of foods you'd expect to find, but from elsewhere as well (and not the standard "Ethnic Foods" aisle, either). half an aisle devoted to Italian cookies. o.o;;;

there's loads of fresh produce, much more than there had been at the old market---and all pretty much in really good shape. and CHEAP. the meat isn't scary (although we haven't bought any yet), and neither is anything else. everything is really reasonably priced. seriously, i think we've already saved around $60 just in the past two weeks we've been shopping there to what it would have cost had we bought comparable items elsewhere locally. O.O;;;

(the story in short form behind all this: apparently, the original Butera stores had been owned and operated by the Butera family for years. they were then sold to some employees, who ran them and expanded the chain a bit more, and under whose care the stores fell into the shoddy state they were in when first i had visited them. in 2002, they were bought back by the original family, and this is the first new store they've opened. if this store is any indication, it's really great the family has bought them back. O.O;;;)

so anyway, the Supreme Dork Moment: last night, in the midst of a big snowstorm, we decided to go to the store because it would likely be entirely empty. it was. so, groceries!

of course, we're spotting new things the entire time. this was, after all, only our second time there. after raiding the aisle with all the candy in (finally had Cadbury Flake last week. XD and Spaz got Milka Happy Cows! XD XD), i stumbled into an aisle i thought i'd been in before. the aisle with all the spices. here is (approximately) the conversation that followed:

me: O.O;;; *nikonikoniko* c'mere! look at this! *nearly bounces*

Spaz: what? O.O;;;

me: isn't it beautiful? *gestures broadly toward the racks of bulk spices---something which we most assuredly did NOT find very readily in the stupid chains by our house. all outrageously priced McCormick and their ilk. bleh. >P*

Spaz: uh yeah, sure...o.o;;

me: do you have any idea why i get so irrationally happy over bulk spices?*

Spaz: no, no i don't...XD O.O;;;;

um. XD

in conclusion, Cadbury Fingers = Glico Pocky. discuss. XD

no Jaffa cakes, though. ;.; halfway to civilisation but still not quite there. at least we've got J.Lo on Polish candy bars to keep us warm. XD

in other news, the Saturn is no more.

no, not like that. don't worry. no further accidents have occurred yet.

but the end of the period the insurance company was willing to pay for came yesterday. as the GTI is not yet shod with proper snow tyres (nor does it have proper snow wipers, actually), Spaz opted to continue rental for a few more days until the tyres arrive and are mounted and balanced properly on the GTI.

but honestly, the Saturn was making both of us miserable. Elva-chan doesn't have the problem of having to deal with defrosting her windscreen (or any other windows in the car), given where she lives---so this wouldn't be a problem for her. but apparently this is a common problem for Saturn sedans---the defroster actually seems to impede vision further for quite some time after it's been turned on. o.o;;; makes for some really safe driving, let me tell you.

additionally, the seats were also really mean to our backs. un-ergonomic in the slightest. plus, you sit so low to the ground it's quite awkward (and can be painful if you're not careful) getting in and out. the throttle and brake pedals are completely unresponsive as well; you have to mosh each one down to the floor for a good few whole seconds before either responds. there's no way to attenuate pressure; you can't just give it a little gas, because this car won't let you. likewise, you can't just give it a little brake. you're either going or you're not, and you're either stopped or you're not. no in-betweens.

as you might imagine, these (amongst other things) got rather irritating after awhile, so Spaz begged them for any other car in the same range (all the other cars in this class were gone when he initially rented it, which is why he ended up with it).

we ended up with a Ford Focus sedan---which is actually a class up from what the Saturn's in, but they were nice and charged the same rate for it. XD

words cannot describe how much nicer it is. the controls are much more intuitive; the brake and the throttle respond to your commands; most importantly, the defroster actually works! this is a must with the weather the way it is right now; the whole inability-to-see-shit-out-any-window thing really makes driving rather uncomfortable. and unsafe. seriously, Spaz had to roll down the window on the Saturn and stick his head out it for a good 20 minutes after getting on the road in the morning in order to see where he was going---and this is after letting the car sit and warm up for a bit before getting in! O.O;;

trunk space is also better; all in all, space is not wasted in the spectacular fashion it is in the SL-1 we had. granted, this car is also probably a lot newer and has seen a lot less abuse, but still. others who've got Saturn sedans in this area have reported the defrosting issue, so i'm confident it's not just the one we've got.

(i used to think about getting the Focus ZX-3. if i did, 'twould be in eggyolk yellow. i <3 the stock seats in that car muchly; the bolstering feels so nice. ^^ but alas---space usage. MINI is small, but makes marvelous use of the space it's got. plus, roof rack! plus, love! XD)

when you're stuck like glue

fun with Multibabel filtering in this manner:

english -> french -> back to english -> german -> back to english -> italian -> back to english -> portuguese -> back to english -> spanish -> back to english

(dizzy yet? wait'll you read it...XD)

some of you may remember this fic i wrote ages ago, but i bet you won't guess how it all turns out in the end...

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Original English Text (full version; it didn't translate the whole thing):

It was on a particularly bright, cheery day in Tomoeda that a certain
small bespectacled boy was strolling along in a most carefree manner;
snapping his fingers and humming a tune with a beat one could dance to,
were one close enough to said boy to hear it. He had a long
black trenchcoat draped carefully and stylishly over one arm and was
fairly bouncing down the sidewalk in a fit of unsuppressed glee. In
fact, one would almost guess that he was merely out trying to rid himself
of excess energy rather than having an actual destination in mind...until
he abruptly stopped humming, snapping and bouncing long enough to ring a
doorbell conveniently placed next to the gate he just happened to pause
in front of.

"Daidouji residence. Who may I ask is calling?" came a pleasant,
disembodied, and very cultured-sounding alto voice from the loudspeaker
nearest the boy's left ear.

"I am Eriol Hiiragizawa, and I had an appointment with Ms. Tomoyo
at..." he paused momentarily to pull a small silver obelisk out of his
pocket, flick it delicately open, and peruse the face of the small
ticking mechanism quickly. "...3pm. I know I'm a few minutes early, but
do you know if she's available just now?"

"Please wait a moment while I check, sir. While I check, you may come
inside, as the young Mistress Tomoyo had mentioned that you would be
stopping by." As the voice spoke, the gates opened with a bass-filled
motorised rumble.

Resuming his previous bouncing and humming (but leaving behind the
snapping so as not to appear TOO conspicuously happy on the security
monitors), Eriol headed up the walkway to the Daidouji mansion, where the
front door stood just slightly open in invitation. Upon reaching the
door, Eriol cautiously pushed it open and then stepped inside and removed
his shoes.

A few moments later, the owner of the previously disembodied voice strode
smartly down the staircase and announced, "Mr. Hiiragizawa, the young
Mistress Tomoyo will be with you shortly. Please come into the sun room
and enjoy a cup of tea while you wait?"

"Why thank you very much, I do believe I should enjoy that." Eriol smiled
his sunniest smile and followed the maid into the sun room, which was
conveniently located just to the right of the main entranceway.

"Please have a seat; the tea will be ready shortly." The maid gestured
toward a low-slung red velvet elaborately-styled plush chair, curtsied,
and went off in search of the elusive tea.

Eriol sat down and smiled. Gradually the smile became wider and wider
until it very nearly threatened to rupture his face into a sea of massive
giggling. Eriol was barely keeping this urge in check when the maid
returned. Expertly supported by one hand were a steaming (and quite
lovely) teapot, scones, honey, cream, and a matching saucer, cup, and
spoon set---all of which were arranged attractively on an
elegantly etched silver serving tray.

"Thank you very much, miss." Eriol bowed his head gratefully and accepted
the mug of steaming tea which the maid proffered. As she set the tray
down on the coffee table within Eriol's reach, the maid said, "Mistress
Tomoyo wished me to inform you that she will be down to meet you in about
five minutes, and she apologises for the delay. She said that she was 'in
preparation.'" A puzzled look had but a second to cross the maid's face
before it was shoved aside by the maid's normal, placid, all-occasion
expression. The maid again left the room, curtsying just before doing
so.

Eriol smiled again, this time a more secret, quiet smile. He poured a
small amount of cream into his tea and mixed in several spoons of
sugar...took an absentminded bite out of a scone...and waited.

As promised, approximately five minutes later, Tomoyo appeared in the
doorway with her school knapsack on her back and a crimson beret perched
atop her lovely, flowing black hair. "Hiiragizawa-kun. I'm glad you
could make it. How do you like the scones?" she beamed proudly in a way
that suggested she had made them herself.

"The scones are wonderful, Tomoyo-san. Are you ready to go, or would you
like to sit and have a cup of tea first?" Eriol smiled nervously.

Tomoyo beamed proudly and responded, "I'm glad you like them,
Hiiragizawa-kun. No...I'm most eager to begin our project, if you
wouldn't mind." She smiled her most dazzling, innocent,
if-you-don't-do-what-i-want-you-to-you-shall-regret-it smile at Eriol,
immediately convincing him not to argue.

"I suppose you're right, Tomoyo-san. I trust you've got all your
equipment?" Eriol glanced at the strap wrapped over Tomoyo's right
shoulder.

"I've got everything I need right here," Tomoyo gestured to the knapsack
attached to said strap. "And you didn't forget anything,
did you?"

"No, I too am ready. Shall we depart?" In a sweepingly grandiose
gesture, Eriol offered Tomoyo his arm, smiling brilliantly (and
eerily) the entire time.

Tomoyo ducked his arm gracefully and exited the room to stand at the
front door. Not to be so easily put off, Eriol continued his sweeping
gesture down onto the arm of the chair he'd just been sitting in, acting
as though he had merely been intending to scoop up his trenchcoat all
along. Once he had gathered his things, they exited the Daidouji
residence.

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"I'll see you at school tomorrow, Syaoran-kun." Sakura glowed at Syaoran
in front of his apartment door.

"Of...of course, Sakura..." Syaoran stammered, blushing madly. As he did
so, his voice cracked slightly and he prayed that Sakura wouldn't
notice. Luckily for him, Sakura was her usual oblivious self and hadn't
the slightest clue about the discomfort Syaoran was experiencing just
now.

Waving merrily, she turned and ran down the stairs and out the front door
of the apartment complex. It took a full minute after this for Syaoran
to recover enough to pull his keys out of his pocket, insert the house
key in the door, and go into his apartment before one of his neighbours
had the opportunity to pass by and wonder why this strange boy was
standing so dazedly in the hallway.
********************************************

NOT QUITE TEN MINUTES LATER...
********************************************

"But...what if he's not home?" Eriol, suddenly nervous, inquired.

"Oh, he'll be there. Trust me." Tomoyo responded, nonplussed. They were
now a mere block from their destination, and the Fun was thusly about to
start.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Eriol pressed.

"Hiiragizawa-kun, how unlike you. I wouldn't think that you, of all
people, would get cold feet..." Tomoyo chided.

"I'm not concerned about my adorable relative. I'm concerned about
Sakura-san, and how she might feel." Eriol responded fairly earnestly,
which was something he usually only did when conversing with Suppi...and
*once* in awhile, Nakuru. Depending on the mood, of course. And the
amount of sugar previously ingested...although truthfully, he was more
concerned about Tomoyo feeling she had wronged Sakura than he was about
Sakura herself.

"..." was all Tomoyo responded at first. After walking a few steps
further came mumbling that sounded suspiciously like
"ButI'mdoingthis*for*Sakura-chan..."

"What was that?"

"Nevermind. Don't you think this is going to be fun?"

Eriol, taking this as encouragement, regained his usual mischievous
grin. "Oh, indeed it will. Indeed...it...will...."

They had reached their destination: a red brick apartment building
clustered on that particular block with many others just like it. Eriol
rang the bell marked 'LI' without hesitation.

**********************************************

"Tomoyo-san...why did you bring *him* along?!?" Syaoran glared in the
general direction of Him. "I appreciate the visit, although this does
seem a little odd..."

"We were merely out taking a walk and happened to pass by your apartment
and thought we would stop and visit you, Li-kun." Tomoyo smiled brightly.

"Well, I *suppose* I can make some tea_please come in." Syaoran gestured them
into his apartment and locked the door before heading into the kitchen
to start tea water.

As Syaoran was bustling about the kitchen preparing tea, Tomoyo and Eriol
busied themselves unpacking their many and various Tools For Fun.

"Where do you want the primary tripod, Tomoyo-san?" Eriol inquired whilst
folding the legs on said tripod downward and locking them into place.

"Right about...there. Yes, that's perfect." As Tomoyo gestured, Eriol
moved the tripod around until Tomoyo indicated that she was satisfied
with its placement. "As for the secondary one, since it'll be
unmanned...put that over...there!" Eriol complied.

As Eriol was placing her tripods, Tomoyo pulled her cameras out of their
respective pouches and began the very familiar routine of making sure
everything was working properly and set to record. By the time Eriol was
done positioning her tripods, Tomoyo was ready to place the cameras
themselves.

Once Tomoyo began placing the cameras, Eriol brought out a small cooler
which had previously been located underneath his trenchcoat. He
double-checked its contents, pulled a few very important items out, and
placed said Very Important Items in a convenient spot next to the
comfortable-looking reclining chair they'd staked out for their
purpose---but where someone entering
from the kitchen wouldn't be able to see them.

Both Tomoyo and Eriol finished their preparations in record time, but
they still had barely enough time to grin mischievously at one another
before Syaoran returned, both hands laden down with tea and snack cakes
and various other accoutrements which he deemed necessary for proper
entertaining.

(Now, as you may have guessed, Syaoran was rather...unaccustomed to
entertaining. He'd seen how his sisters and Meiling would do it in the
past, so he had some idea of how it worked...but he didn't often do it
himself. So despite the fact that his tea preparations and the items
that he'd chosen to bring out to his living room for his guests were
actually all dead on, he looked more than slightly uncomfortable---and of
course, tried to hide it. And obviously wasn't being particularly
observant, which was rather unlike him...and which Tomoyo and Eriol were
counting on.)

Seizing upon the pained look on his face as an *excellent* opportunity to
set things in motion, Tomoyo expertly feigned concern. "Li-kun, you
really shouldn't have gone to all this trouble just for us! You see us
everyday in school! Here, let me help you. Sit down and I'll pour the
tea for all three of us."

Relieved, Syaoran bent to place the tea and other items on the low table
positioned conveniently in the center of his living room. Once his head
was low enough that Tomoyo was sure he wouldn't see, she nodded and
gestured to Eriol that the time was upon them.

What was quite possibly the most benevolent smile in the world greeted
Syaoran once he righted himself. Tomoyo, the owner of said smile,
graciously gestured once more for Syaoran to please have a seat while she
poured the tea. Feeling oddly non-argumentative after having viewed said
smile, Syaoran complied...and soon felt strange hands massaging the knots
out of his shoulders.

He nearly fell out of the chair as he twisted himself violently around to
YELL at Hiiragizawa, who must surely be the perpetrator of this unwanted
touching. "What in blazes do you think you're DOING?!??!" Syaoran
roared. Sure enough, there was that damned beatific and all-too-familiar
smile.

"You seemed tense. Nakuru tells me I give very good backrubs, so I
thought I'd take the liberty of trying out my powers on you. You don't
like it?" Eriol did his best to look wounded.

"I don't like being unexpectedly grabbed from behind, ESPECIALLY by
you." Syaoran roared again...but this time, a little more
hesitantly. I'll be damned, Syaoran thought...he *does* seem to be a
little more sincere than usual...or else he's just gotten even better at
acting.

"Oh, okayyyy...if you insist. I just hate to see you so sad. I won't do
that again, Syaoran...you can sit back down." Eriol seemed oddly resigned,
something which, in the past, would usually have set off at least a few
alarms somewhere in Syaoran's skull. In fact, it would have this time,
too...were it not for Tomoyo diverting his attention back to the tea by
offering him his cup in her usual sunny manner. Thus, he sat back down
in the chair, relaxed a bit, and began to blow on the hot tea.

That is, until he felt something digging into each of his upper
arms...something which he immediately found was restraining him from
moving his arms freely, let alone getting out of the chair.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!??!" Syaoran yelped, predictably spilling
hot (but not scalding) tea down the front of his shirt in the process and sending the poor,
innocent teacup flying to the floor a few feet away with a crash.

"Why, restraining you, of course!" Eriol continued to grin more widely
than ever as he bent over Syaoran's head and licked him delicately on the
right cheek.

At this, Syaoran turned so crimson and tried so hard to fight his way out
of his restraints that both Eriol and Tomoyo were concerned---if only for
a moment---about what would happen if he *did* escape.

Luckily, he didn't. And just to ensure that he wouldn't try anything
funny and/or magical, Eriol took the opportunity nicely afforded him by
Syaoran's intermittent squeals of outrage to stuff a pair of socks rolled
into a ball into his dear relative's mouth.

This still left Syaoran's feet and legs free to kick, so as one would
expect, he was putting up quite a magnificent podiatric struggle.

Tomoyo, for her part, was videotaping the mayhem with an incomparably
bright smile across the glowing expanse of her face. The brightness
setting on her smile got cranked upwards by about 100 watts when Eriol,
seeing Syaoran's soaking shirt, clucked his tongue mockingly and said,
"Tsk, tsk...this won't do. This won't do at all. I'm afraid you'll
catch your death of cold if I let you continue to wear your shirt when
it's all sopping like that. Let me take care of that for you..." And
with that, Eriol ripped Syaoran's shirt completely off, serving to make
him turn even redder and kick even harder.

"And we can't have you kicking me, hmm? We're just going to have to
do something about those ankles of yours now, aren't we?" Eriol fairly
purred as he conjured up some specialised magical bonds suited to the
task. Once he had affixed these firmly to either side of the chair, he
looped them twice around each of Syaoran's ankles. Once Syaoran was
rendered completely immobile in this fashion, Eriol stood back to admire
his work.

"Did I do alright, Tomoyo-san? How does this look on your end?" Eriol
began to strike poses next to his masterpiece like some sort of
overzealous game show hostess.

"He looks great, Hiiragizawa-kun! What's next?" Tomoyo gasped excitedly
as she zoomed in on Syaoran's face, the better to get precious close-ups
of his stricken and incredulous expression.

"I'm so glad you asked that, Tomoyo-san! Today, we've got a REAL treat
in store for our audience! Hold on just one moment while I get
prepared..." Eriol began to dance around, humming something under his
breath. He dove momentarily under his trenchcoat again, this time to
pull out a small black duffel bag. Still humming merrily, he danced down
the hallway into Syaoran's washroom and closed the door, leaving a
wonderfully confused expression on Syaoran's face.

At this point, Syaoran shot Tomoyo a most distressed,
how-could-you-DO-this;-you're-Sakura's-best-FRIEND look. Tomoyo, for her
part, smiled sadly...and did look genuinely concerned for Syaoran's
wellbeing.

"I'm sorry, Li-kun. Please don't take this personally. Someday,
perhaps, you'll see that I was doing this all for Sakura-chan...I do
*everything* for Sakura-chan!" With that, enraptured by her thoughts of
her beloved Sakura-chan, Tomoyo lost all contact with Planet Earth...and
of course, with Syaoran.

In some strange way, though he really didn't want to admit it, he sort of
understood where Tomoyo was coming from. He always had, in fact---at
least, since meeting Sakura. Something about the girl inspired
unfathomable depths of loyalty and love. This didn't mean that he
wouldn't have to find *some* way to repay Tomoyo for her part in this
little adventure, but at the same time...he was sure she wouldn't let him
get seriously hurt. After all, wasn't it Tomoyo herself who had worked
so hard to get Sakura and Syaoran together? She always talked about how
she wanted only to see her beloved Sakura-chan happy, and she always did
her best to ensure that it was so. Syaoran being hurt in any way would
make Sakura VERY unhappy---Syaoran was *sure* Tomoyo knew that. So while
he was vastly annoyed...he wasn't really terrified. At least...not yet.

Sometime while Syaoran was engaged in this internal dialogue, Tomoyo
actually snapped out of her reverie of her own accord and stepped away
from the videocamera. A look of puzzlement crossed her face as she tried
to remember where they would have put *it* when they'd arrived...until
she remembered about all the Space underneath Eriol's trenchcoat. She
padded softly and elegantly (but still quickly) over to said trenchcoat
and pulled a medium-sized black box with a few cords protruding from it
in various places out from underneath the coat.

Next, she padded over to the nearest electrical outlet and plugged one of
the cords into the wall. After testing to make sure the machine (and the
outlet) really did work, she reached into her purse and pulled out a
microphone, which she then proceeded to hook up to one of the other cords
attached to the mysterious machine. Finally, she pulled an audiocassette
out of her purse and popped it into a slot in the front of the machine.

Karaoke at a time like *this*?!?! Syaoran thought. She really *is*
insane, isn't she?

AND THEN...he saw It.

Eriol, having had enough time to finish his *tasks* in the washroom,
re-emerged into the hallway. From a distance, however, even his closest
friends would have been hard-pressed to tell that it was him.

The *thing* that Syaoran was goggling at in disbelief as it sauntered
slowly and sensually towards him had a long, platinum-blonde ponytail and
matching bangs which were carefully combed out to frame the top of her
face. Her face was carefully made up; very pale, with dark eyebrows
sculpted into arches that were both inquisitive and suggestive as they
framed her eyes. Her eyes were lined darkly and had sparkling silver and
black eyelashes and quite a bit of eyeshadow on them. Her cheeks sported
high colour, showing off her magnificent cheekbones---and her lips were
the colour of mashed strawberries. There was one more thing about those
lips---that damned beatific grin. Again.

Syaoran was speechless. Whether he was speechless with terror or with
amusement or with something completely unrelated to either of those
options may, in fact, never be known. And this was *before* he had
gotten a load of the rest of the girl's outfit.

"Eriol-kun, you look *marvelous*! I told you that gold would suit
you! Aren't you glad you let me make this costume for you now?" Tomoyo
exclaimed, clapping her hands and sparkling excitedly.

Now it was her turn to be goggled at by Syaoran. But he soon returned
his gaze to Eriol---after all, wouldn't you?

Ah, yes...the costume. Tomoyo had whipped up a most sumptuous and
pleasing feast for the eyes for our dear Eriol. In addition to his
lovely hair and makeup (which Tomoyo had spent the last month coaching
him in the proper application of), he was sporting a gold and black
patent-leather and chainmail bodysuit---sleeveless and backless---which
also featured a lovely gold spiralised conical brassiere. These were
perfectly matched by the delicate gold spiral armbands winding up the
tops of his arms, as well as the elbow-length patent leather gloves. The
final charming accessories to top this outfit off right were the
sparkling black-and-gold fishnet stockings which disappeared into
spike-heeled calf-high black patent leather boots. In all, Tomoyo had
really outdone herself this time...and Eriol wasn't a bad model either,
especially with that pout.

Tomoyo glanced over at Syaoran and asked, "Don't you like it? I made it
especially for you, Li-kun!"

Yep...she's DEFINITELY lost it, Syaoran thought weakly. By this point,
he no longer much cared what they did to him; to his mind, they'd already
done quite enough. Quite frankly, he wanted nothing more than to wash his
brain in a couple thousand gallons of lye right about now.

"My dear, sweet Syaoran...the fun is just starting!" Eriol exclaimed as
he sashayed over to the karaoke machine and picked up the microphone. "We
thought we'd put on a show for you...but then we realised that it would
be MUCH more fun if you could be *part* of the show!" He grinned once
more as he bent---not without some difficulty---to press the
"play" button.

As the music started, he shot a quick glance of dismay at Tomoyo. "I
thought you said you had everything ready! Why isn't the tape rewound?"

"..." was the only response he got.

"Oh well. No matter," and Eriol began to get into the song, which by now
was somewhere near its middle.

Just when Syaoran thought it couldn't possibly get any worse, Eriol began
to sing.

"Gonna dress you up in my love
All over, all over
Gonna dress you up in my love
All over your body," and he proceeded to demonstrate with the help of a
rather large bottle of Hershey's Syrup, a can of Redi-Wip, and a biiig
bottle of maraschino cherries. And Syaoran's prone, shirtless form, of
course. Eriol continued with the song, grinding away and acting out said
song as he did so:

"Feel the silky touch of my caresses
They will keep you looking so brand new
Let me cover you with velvet kisses
I'll create a look that's made for you"

Eriol actually didn't have a half-bad singing voice, but Eriol as Pop
Diva was just too much. Especially when he was *dancing* over Syaoran
and then proceeded to perform his neat little bar trick with the cherry
stem mere inches from Syaoran's terrified face. Syaoran was not one to
run away in the heat of battle, but this was something beyond him. His
face, already the deepest shade of crimson it had ever been, finally
erupted in one gusher of a nosebleed...and the poor little wolf finally
passed out under Diva Eriol's careful ministrations.

Eriol, for his part, seemed rather disappointed. "You go to *all* this
trouble to entertain someone, and this is what happens?" He pouted,
which made him simultaneously cuter and eerier than usual. Sure that the
Fun was now over, he pounced from Syaoran's lap down to the floor
and began rewinding the tape.

"Nonsense, Hiiragizawa-kun! That was a WONDERFUL show! I'm so glad that
I taped it all. Really, you did an excellent job. In fact,
Syaoran-kun's fainting only serves to highlight how great your
performance was! You've tired him out! I couldn't have done it better
myself," Tomoyo was more than slightly effervescent after witnessing this
display.

"In fact," she went on, "I think you deserve a show of your own." She
smiled very sweetly at Eriol as he glanced at her for the first time
since he'd come out of the bathroom.

"..." was all that could come out of Eriol's mouth as he gazed in
astonishment at Tomoyo.

For you see, while Eriol had been keeping Syaoran busy, Tomoyo had holed
up in Syaoran's washroom herself for a few minutes. Having thought about
this situation in advance, Tomoyo had sensibly worn *her* costume
underneath her regular clothing.

"You see, the more I thought about it, about what you were doing to my
beloved Sakura-chan's Syaoran, I realised that I couldn't let you get
away with it," Tomoyo began to chide, a note of indignance creeping into
her voice.

"..." Eriol's nose began to bleed as he nodded mutely at the wonder
standing before him, who was now saying things he had ceased to
understand.

For Tomoyo had dreamed up a most lovely creation for herself, as
well. Her hair, as it was most of the time, had been brushed and brushed
until it shone, and was trailing freely down her back and over her
shoulders. Her makeup was simple; she was already quite pale and lovely
and her wide sparkling violet eyes really needed no other
enhancement; the blush of righteous indignance staining her cheeks was
enough. This natural beauty was further enhanced by and enhancing to the
actual costume itself, which consisted of a black vinyl lace-up bodysuit
laced with several yards of lavender satin ribbon, lavender elbow-length
satin gloves, a poufy lavender net miniskirt that looked as though it had
been spun from clouds, opaque silver tights, lavender satin lace-up
ballet slippers, and the capper: delicate lace-looking lavender pixie
wings gracing her shoulders. In short, it was no wonder Eriol couldn't
comprehend speech right at this moment.

"...this seemed like a good idea when we first planned it, but you were
right when we were on the way over here. I would NEVER want to hurt my
beloved Sakura-chan. NEVER. But then I realised...I never actually
*did* anything wrong! I only videotaped it; *you* did all the actual
wrongdoing! So the solution became simple: if I punish the wrongdoer,
Sakura-chan won't be mad at me!" Tomoyo glowed as she explained this to
Eriol.

"...so, umm, how *exactly* are you going to punish me?" Eriol, it seemed,
had finally regained his voice...although it did seem to be a tiny bit
higher and squeakier than usual.

"Our plan for Syaoran worked so well, I see no reason not to
continue..." Tomoyo smiled serenely as she padded over to the karaoke
machine in her ballet slippers. "Thanks for rewinding the tape for me, by
the way." The play button was going to get a hefty workout today.

"But...but...what about your love for Sakura-san? This doesn't make any
sense!" Eriol blurted...backing away from Tomoyo as she now advanced upon
him, smiling a catlike smile the entire time.

"Oh, but it *does* make sense! I get two things out of this: the most
important being that I avenge any pain you've caused Sakura-chan, and
secondly...I get to have a little *fun*. I don't get to have fun very
often, remember? I'm going to enjoy this...and it's all for
Sakura-chan!" Tomoyo exclaimed gleefully. "And if you don't mind, I'll
take that microphone now...there, thank you. See? Maybe I won't be so
hard on you if you cooperate and take your punishment like a good
boy..." Tomoyo was grinning from ear to ear now as the music began.

"You've got style, that's what all the girls say...
Satin sheets and luxuries so fine...
All your suits are custom-made in London...
But I've got something that you'll REALLY like...

Gonna dress you up in my love!
All over, all over...
Gonna dress you up in my love!
All over your body..."

Tomoyo's normally exquisite singing voice became something completely
different when singing this pop song...deeper, richer, more
sultry...slightly disturbing...or perhaps it was the way she laughed the
Stock Evil Dominatrix laugh at the end of the first chorus...

"Are you *sure* you're the same Tomoyo-san I came here with?!??!"

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Translated to French:

Il était sur particulièrement un lumineux, jour de cheery dans Tomoeda qu'un certain petit bespectacled le garçon flânait le long d'une façon la plus insousiante; casser ses doigts et le ronflement d'un air avec un battement un ont pu danser à, étaient une assez fin à ledit garçon pour l'entendre. Il a fait draper un long trenchcoat noir soigneusement et élégamment plus d'un bras et rebondissait assez en bas du trottoir dans un ajustement de unsuppressed le glee. En fait, on devinerait presque qu'il était simplement hors de l'essai de se débarrasser de l'énergie excessive plutôt que d'avoir une destination réelle à l'esprit... jusqu'à ce qu'il ait abruptement cessé de ronfler, se casser et rebondir assez longtemps à l'anneau une sonnette a commodément placé à côté de la porte qu'il s'est juste avéré justement faire une pause devant.

résidence de "Daidouji. Qui peut je demander est calling?" soyez venu un plaisant, disembodied, et le plus presque cultiver-en retentissant très à voix d'alto du haut-parleur l'oreille gauche du garçon.

le "I AM Eriol Hiiragizawa, et moi avons eu un rendez-vous avec mme. Tomoyo... au " il a fait une pause momentanément pour tirer un petit obélisque argenté hors de sa poche, pour l'effleurer délicatement ouvert, et pour lire attentivement le visage du petit mécanisme de coutil rapidement. "... 3pm. Je me connais suis quelques minutes tôt, mais vous sais si elle est now?" juste disponible;

attente de "Please par moment tandis que je vérifie, monsieur. Tandis que je vérifie, vous pouvez venir à l'intérieur, comme la jeune maîtresse Tomoyo avait mentionné que vous arrêteriez by." Comme la voix a parlé, les portes ouvertes avec un grondement motorisé basse-rempli.

Reprenant son rebondissement précédent et le ronflement (mais laisser se casser pour pour ne pas sembler TROP clairement heureux sur les moniteurs de sécurité), Eriol se dirige vers le haut du caillebotis au manoir de Daidouji, où la porte avant tenue juste légèrement ouverte dans l'invitation. Lors d'atteindre la porte, Eriol l'a avec précaution poussée ouverte et alors faite un pas à l'intérieur et enlevée ses chaussures.

Quelques moments plus tard, le propriétaire du disembodied précédemment la voix a progressé vivement en bas de l'escalier et a annoncé, "Mr. Hiiragizawa, la jeune maîtresse Tomoyo sera avec vous sous peu. Veuillez hériter la salle du soleil et appréciez une tasse de thé tandis que vous wait?"

"Why merci beaucoup, je me croient devrait apprécier that." Eriol a souri son sourire plus ensoleillé et a suivi la bonne dans la salle du soleil, qui a été commodément plac juste à la droite de la force entranceway.

le "Please ont un siège; le thé sera shortly." prêt; La bonne faite des gestes vers une chaise bas-lancée de peluche raffiné-dénommée par velours rouge, curtsied, et est allée au loin à la recherche du thé évasif.

Eriol s'est assis et a souri. Graduellement le sourire est devenu plus au loin et plus au loin jusqu'à ce qu'il ait presque tout à fait menacé de rompre son visage dans une mer de rire nerveusement massif. Eriol maintenait à peine ce recommander dans le contrôle quand la bonne est retournée. Expert été soutenus par une main ont des cuissons à la vapeur (et) une théière tout à fait belle, des scones, le miel, la crème, et une soucoupe assortie, tasse, et administrent le placer-tout à la cuillère de ce qui ont été arrangés agréablement sur un plateau argenté d'une manière élégante gravé à l'eau-forte de portion.

"Thank vous beaucoup, miss." Eriol a cintré sa tête avec reconnaissance et a accepté la tasse de cuire le thé à la vapeur que la bonne proffered. Car elle a placé le plateau vers le bas sur la table de café dans l'extension d'Eriol, la bonne dite, "Mistress Tomoyo m'a souhaité pour vous informer que qu'elle devra vers le bas rencontrer vous en environ cinq minutes, et elle fait des excuses pour retarde. Elle a dit qu'elle était 'dans preparation.'" Un regard embarassé a eu mais une seconde pour croiser le visage de la bonne avant qu'il ait été poussé de côté par la bonne normale, placide, expression d'tout-occasion. La bonne est encore partie de la salle, curtsying juste avant faire ainsi.

Eriol a souri encore, cette fois un sourire plus secret et plus silencieux. Il a versé un peu de crème dans son thé et s'est mélangé dans des plusieurs cuillères de sucre... a pris une morsure distraite hors d'un scone... et a attendu.

Comme promis, approximativement cinq minutes plus tard, Tomoyo est apparu dans la porte avec son sac à dos d'école sur elle en arrière et un béret cramoisi perched placé sur ses beaux, débordants cheveux noirs. "Hiiragizawa-kun. Je suis heureux vous pourrais le faire. Comment faites vous aimez le scones?" elle a rayonné fièrement d'une manière que suggéré elle leur avait fait le herse

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Translated back to English:

It was on particularly luminous, day of cheery in Tomoeda that certain small a bespectacled the boy strolled along a way more insousiante; to break its fingers and the whirr of an air with a beat one could dance with, were rather fine with the aforementioned boy to hear it. It made drape a black length trenchcoat carefully and elegantly more than one arm and rebounded enough in bottom of the pavement in an adjustment of unsuppressed the glee. In fact, one would guess almost who it was simply out of the test to get rid of excessive energy rather than to have a real destination with the spirit... until it abruptly ceased whirring, to break and rebound long enough with the ring a bell conveniently placed beside the door that it just precisely proved to make a pause in front. residence of "Daidouji. Who can I ask is calling?" came pleasant, disembodied, and almost to cultivate resounding very with voice of viola of the loudspeaker the left ear of the boy. the "I AM Eriol Hiiragizawa, and me had an appointment with Mrs. Tomoyo... with the " it made a pause temporarily to draw a small obelisk silver plated out of its pocket, for the effleurer delicately open, and to attentively read the face of the small mechanism of drill quickly. "... 3pm. I know myself am a few minutes early, but know you if it is now?" just available; make an attempt "Please per moment while I check, Mister. While I check, you can come inside, like the young Tomoyo mistress had mentioned that you would stop by." Like the voice spoke, the open doors with one grondement motorized low-filled. Taking again its preceding bounce and the whirr (but to let break for not seeming TOO clearly happy on the monitors of safety), Eriol moves to the top of the grating to the manor of Daidouji, where the door before behaviour just slightly open in the invitation. At the time reaching the door, Eriol A with opened thorough precaution and then made a step and removed inside its shoes. A few moments later, the owner of the disembodied previously the voice progressed highly in bottom of the staircase and announced, "Mr. Hiiragizawa, the young Tomoyo mistress will be with you soon. Please inherit the room the sun and appreciate a cup of tea while you wait?" "Why thank you very much, I is believed should appreciate that." Eriol smiled its smile more shone upon and followed the maid in the room of the sun, which was conveniently plac just with the right-hand side of the force entranceway. the "Please have a seat; the tea will be shortly." ready; Good made gestures towards a chair low-impetus of cuddly toy refine-called by red velvet, curtsied, and went to far with research from the evasive tea. Eriol sat down and smiled. Gradually the smile became more with far and more with far until he almost completely threatened to break his face in a sea of laughing nervously massive. Eriol hardly maintained this to recommend in control when the maid is turned over. Expert supported by a hand have cookings with the vapor (and) a completely beautiful teapot, scones, honey, the cream, and a matched saucer, cup, and manage place-all with the spoon of what were arranged agreeably on a plate silver plated in an elegant way engraved with the etching of portion. "Thank you much, miss." Eriol curved its head with recognition and agreed the cup to cook the tea with the vapor that good the proffered. Because it placed the plate downwards on the coffee table in the extension of Eriol, the maid said, "Mistress Tomoyo wished me to inform you that that it will have to the bottom meeting you in approximately five minutes, and it makes excuses for delays. It said that it was ' in preparation.' " A glance will embaras

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Translated to German:

Es war auf besonders leuchtendem, Tag von cheery in Tomoeda, dem bestimmtes kleines a den Jungen bespectacled, der entlang eine Weise mehr insousiante geschlendert wurde; seine Finger und das whirr einer Luft mit einem Schlag man zu brechen konnte mit tanzen, waren eher fein mit dem vorher erwähnten Jungen zum er zu hören. Es bildete, ein schwarzes Länge trenchcoat sorgfältig zu drapieren und elegant mehr als ein Arm und genug zurückgeprallt in der Unterseite der Plasterung in einer Justage von unsuppressed das glee. Tatsächlich würde man fast schätzen, wem es einfach aus dem Test heraus war, zum übermäßige Energie loszuwerden, anstatt, einen realen Bestimmungsort mit dem Geist zu haben..., bis sie unerwartet whirring aufhörte, um lang genug mit dem Ring zu brechen und zurückzuprallen eine Glocke bequem neben der Tür setzte, die sie gerade genau prüfte, eine Pause in der Frontseite zu bilden. Wohnsitz von "Daidouji. Wer kann, bin ich zu bitten calling?" kam angenehm, disembodied und, mit Stimme von Viola des Lautsprechers das linke Ohr des Jungen sehr resounding fast zu kultivieren. das "I morgens Eriol Hiiragizawa und ich hatten eine Verabredung mit Mrs Tomoyo... mit dem " es ließ eine Pause vorübergehend ein kleines Obelisksilber zeichnen, das aus seiner Tasche heraus überzogen wurde, denn das geöffnete effleurer zart, und das Gesicht der kleinen Einheit des Bohrgeräts aufmerksam schnell lesen. "... 3pm. Ich kenne mich morgens einige Minuten früh, aber kenne Sie, wenn es das vorhandene now?" gerade ist; bilden Sie ein Versuch "Please pro Moment, während ich überprüfe, Herrn. Während ich überprüfe, können Sie, wie der Junge Tomoyo Mistress nach innen kommen hatten erwähnt, daß Sie by." stoppen würden; Wie die Stimme sprach, die geöffneten Türen mit einem grondement motorisiert niedrig-gefüllt. Seinen vorhergehenden Schlag und das whirr (aber lassen Sie Bruch für das Scheinen ZU offenbar nicht glücklich auf den Monitoren der Sicherheit), Eriol Bewegungen zur Oberseite der Vergitterung zum Manor von Daidouji, wohin wieder nehmen die Tür vor dem Verhalten gerade etwas geöffnet in der Einladung. Zu der Zeit, die Tür, Eriol A mit geöffneter vollständiger Vorkehrung und dann gebildet ein Schritt und innerhalb seiner Schuhe entfernt. Einige Momente später, disembodied der Inhaber von vorher die Stimme weiterkam in hohem Grade in Unterseite des Treppenhauses und verkündete, "Mr. Hiiragizawa, der junge Tomoyo Mistress ist mit Ihnen bald. Übernehmen Sie bitte den Raum die Sonne und schätzen Sie eine Tasse Tee während Sie wait?" "Why vielen Dank, I wird geglaubt sollte that." schätzen; Eriol lächelte sein Lächeln, das auf geglänzt wurde und folgte dem Mädchen im Raum der Sonne, die bequem plac gerade mit der rechten Seite der entranceway Kraft war. das "Please haben einen Sitz; der Tee ist bereites shortly." Gute gebildete Gesten in Richtung zu einem Stuhl Niedrigantrieb cuddly des Spielzeugs, das durch roten Samt verfeinern-benannt wurde, curtsied und gehörten zu weit zur Forschung vom ausweichenden Tee. Eriol saß hin und lächelte. Stufenweise wurde das Lächeln mehr mit weit und mehr mit weit, bis er fast vollständig bedrohte, sein Gesicht in einem Meer von nervös lachen zu brechen massiv. Eriol behielt kaum dieses bei, um sich in Steuerung zu empfehlen, wenn das Mädchen umgedreht wird. Der Experte, der durch eine Hand gestützt wird, haben cookings mit dem Dampf (und) eine vollständig schöne Teekanne, scones, Honig, die Creme und ein zusammengebrachter Saucer, Schale und handhaben Platz-alles mit dem Löffel von, was annehmbar auf einem Platte Silber geordnet wurden, das in einer eleganten Weise überzogen wurde, die mit der Radierung des Teils graviert wurde. "Thank Sie viel, miss." Eriol kurvte seinen Kopf mit Anerkennung und stimmte die Schale zu, um den Tee mit dem Dampf zu kochen, den gutes proffered. Weil es die Platte abwärts auf die Kaffeetabelle in die Verlängerung von Eriol legte, sagte das Mädchen, wünschten "Mistress Tomoyo mich, um Sie zu informieren, daß daß das, das es muß die untere Sitzung Sie in ungefähr fünf Minuten wird und es, bildet Entschuldigungen für verzögert. Es sagte, daß es war ' in der Vorbereitung.' " Ein Blickwilleembaras

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It was on particularly bright, day of cheery in Tomoeda, which certain small A the boy bespectacled, who insousiante along a way more was geschlendert; its finger and whirr an air with an impact one to break could be heard with dance, was rather finely with the above-mentioned boy to it. It formed to drape a black length trenchcoat carefully and elegantly more than one arm and enough recoiled in the lower surface of the Plasterung in an adjustment of unsuppressed the glee. One would estimate nearly, whom it was simple from the test to loose-will to excessive energy instead of, a material place of destination with the spirit actual to have..., until she stopped unexpectedly whirring, in order long enough with the ring to break and recoil a bell comfortably beside the door set, which examined her exactly straight, to form a break in the front side. Domicile of "Daidouji. Who can, I am calling?" to ask; came pleasantly, disembodied and, to cultivate with voice of Viola of the loudspeaker the left ear of the boy much resounding nearly. "I in the morning the Eriol Hiiragizawa and I had " an appointment with Mrs Tomoyo... with; it let a break draw temporarily a small Obelisksilber, which was covered from its bag, because the opened more effleurer tenderly, and the face of the small unit of the drilling equipment attentively fast to read. "... 3pm. I know myself in the morning some minutes early, but know you, if it now?" the existing straight is; educate an attempt "Please per moment, while I examine, gentleman. While I examine, you can, as the boy Tomoyo Mistress come inward had mentioned that you would stop by." Like the voice spoke, the opened doors with one grondement motorized lowfilled. Its preceding impact and whirr (however you leave TOO obviously not lucky to break for seeming on the monitors of security), Eriol movements to the top side of the Vergitterung to the Manor of Daidouji, where again take the door before the behavior straight something opened in the invitation. At the time, which for door, Eriol A with opened complete precaution and then formed a step removes and within its shoes. Some moments later, disembodied the owner of before the voice got ahead in high of degrees in lower surface of the stairway and announced, "Mr. Hiiragizawa, the young Tomoyo Mistress is with you soon. Take over please the area the sun and estimate you wait?" a cup of dte during you; "Why thank you, I believed should estimate that." Eriol smiled its smile, which on one shone and followed the girl in the area of the sun, which was comfortable plac straight with the right side entranceway of the strength. the "Please have a seat; the dte is shortly." ready; Good formed gestures toward to a chair low drive cuddly the toy, which was refine-designated by red velvet, curtsied and belonged too far to the research of avoiding dte. Eriol sat and smiled. The smile more became gradual with far and more with far, until it threatened nearly completely, its face in a sea laughs of nervous to break substantial. Eriol hardly maintained this, in order to be recommended in control, if the girl is turned. The expert, who is supported by a hand, to have cookings with steam (and) a completely beautiful teekanne, scones, honey, which cream and brought together sow ceriums, bowl and handle place all with the spoon of, which on plate a silver were arranged acceptably, which was covered in an elegant way, which was engraved with the erasure of the part. "Thank you much, miss." Eriol circled its head with acknowledgment and agreed the bowl, in order to cook for the dte with steam, that good proffered. Because it put the plate downward on the coffee table into the extension of Eriol, the girl said, wished "

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Translated to Italian:

Era su particolarmente luminoso, giorno del cheery in Tomoeda, che determinato piccolo A il ragazzo bespectacled, che il insousiante lungo un senso più era geschlendert; la relativi barretta e whirr un'aria con un effetto uno da rompersi hanno potuto essere sentiti con il ballo, erano piuttosto con precisione con il ragazzo suddetto ad esso. Ha formato per coprire con attenzione un trenchcoat nero di lunghezza ed elegante più di un braccio ed abbastanza hanno indietreggiato nell'intradosso del Plasterung in una registrazione di unsuppressed il glee. Si valuterebbe quasi, a quale era semplice dalla prova allentato- ad energia eccessiva anziché, ad una destinazione materiale con lo spirito reale avrà..., fino a che non smettesse inatteso di ronzare, nell'ordine abbastanza a lungo con l'anello da rompersi confortevolmente e la ritrazione una flangia al lato del portello regolato, che ha esaminato il suo esattamente diritto, per formare una rottura nella facciata frontale. Domicile del "Daidouji. Chi la latta, io sono calling?" da chiedere; è venuto piacevolmente, disembodied e, per coltivare con la voce del viola dell'altoparlante l'orecchio di sinistra del ragazzo molto resounding quasi. il "I alla mattina il Eriol Hiiragizawa ed io ha avuto " un appuntamento con la sig.ra Tomoyo... con; ha lasciato una rottura disegnare temporaneamente un piccolo Obelisksilber, che è stato coperto dal relativo sacchetto, perché aperta più effleurer tenero e faccia di piccola unità dell'apparecchiatura perforante attentamente velocemente da leggere. "... 3pm. Mi conosco presto alla mattina determinati minuti, ma li conosco, se now?" il diritto attuale è; istruisca un "Please di tentativo al momento, mentre esamino, signore. Mentre esamino, potete, come il ragazzo mistress di Tomoyo che viene verso l'interno aveva accennato che arrestereste by." Come lo spoke di voce, i portelli aperti con un grondement motorizzati lowfilled. Il relativi effetto e whirr preceding (comunque lasciate TROPPO ovviamente non fortunato alla rottura per sembrare sui video di sicurezza), movimenti di Eriol al lato superiore del Vergitterung al manor di Daidouji, in cui l'introito il portello prima del comportamento diritto qualcosa si è aperto ancora nell'invito. Quando, che per il portello, Eriol A con precauzione completa aperta ed allora formato un punto rimuove ed all'interno dei relativi pattini. Determinati momenti più successivamente, disembodied il proprietario di prima che la voce ottenesse avanti nel high dei gradi nell'intradosso dello stairway ed annunciasse, "Mr. Hiiragizawa, il mistress di Tomoyo dei giovani sarà con voi presto. Assuma la direzione prego della zona il sole e valutili wait?" un la tazza di dte durante voi; "Why grazie, io ha creduto dovrebbe valutare that." Eriol ha sorriso il relativo sorriso, che su uno ha lucidato e seguito la ragazza nella zona del sole, che era plac comodo diritto con la parte di destra entranceway della resistenza. il "Please ha una sede; il dte è shortly." pronto; Buoni gestures formati verso ad un azionamento basso della sedia cuddly che il giocattolo, che raffin-è stato indicato da velluto rosso, curtsied e che appartenuto troppo lontano alla ricerca di evitare il dte. Eriol si è seduto e sorriso. Il sorriso di più si è transformato in graduale con lontano e più con lontano, fino a che non minacciasse quasi completamente, la relativa faccia nelle risate del mare di nervoso per rompere la sostanza. Eriol appena ha effettuato questo, per essere suggerito nel controllo, se la ragazza è girata. L'esperto, che è sostenuto da una mano, per avere cookings con vapore (e) un teekanne completamente bello, gli scones, miele, che scremano e riunito i ceriums della scrofa, ciotola e la maniglia dispone tutti con il cucchiaio, che sulla piastra un argento è stato organizzato passabilmente, che è stato coperto in un senso elegante, di che è stato inciso con la cancellatura della parte. "Thank voi molto, miss." Eriol ha circondato la relativa testa con riconoscimento ed acconsentiva la ciotola, per cucinare per il dte con vapore, che buon proffered. Poiché ha messo la piastra verso il basso sulla tabella del caffè nell'estensione di Eriol, la ragazza detta, desiderato "

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It was on particularly luminous, day of the cheery in Tomoeda, than determined small the boy bespectacled, than the insousiante along a sense more it was geschlendert; relati to you barretta and whirr a air with an effect to break off itself could have been is felt with the dance, was rather with precision with the aforesaid boy to it. It has formed in order to cover with attention a trenchcoat more black of elegant length and than an arm and they have withdrawn in the lower surface of the Plasterung in one recording of unsuppressed the glee enough. It would be estimated nearly, which he was simple from the loosened test to excessive energy rather than, to a material destination with the real spirit it will have..., until that it did not stop unexpected to ing, in the order enough to along with the ring breaking off comfortable and the retraction a flange to the side of the regulated hatch, that its has examined exactly straight, in order to form one breach in the frontal facade. Domicile of the "Daidouji. Who the latta one, I am calling?" to ask; he has come pleasantly, disembodied and, in order to cultivate with the voice of viola of the loudspeaker the left ear of of the boy a lot resounding nearly. "I to the morning the Eriol Hiiragizawa and I have had " an appointment with sig.ra the Tomoyo... with; it has left a breach to design a Obelisksilber small temporary, that it has been covered from the relative bag, because opened tender more effleurer and face of small unit of the armor-piercing equipment carefully fastly to read. "... 3pm. I know myself soon to the morning determines to you tiny, but I know them, if now?" the right puts into effect them is; it instructs a "Please of attempt at the moment, while I examine, getlteman. While I examine, you can, like the boy mistress of Tomoyo that comes towards the inside had pointed out that you would arrest by." Like the spoke of voice, the hatches opened with a grondement motorize to you lowfilled. Relati to you the effect and whirr preceding (however left TOO MUCH obviously not fortunate the breach in order to seem on the emergency video), movements of Eriol to the advanced side of the Vergitterung to the manor of Daidouji, in which the return the hatch before the behavior straight something has been opened still in invites. When, than for the hatch, Eriol To with opened complete precaution and then formed a point it removes and to the inside of the relati to you ice-skates. It determines moments more subsequently to you, disembodied the owner before that the voice obtained ahead in the high of the degrees in the lower surface of the stairway and announced, "Mr. Hiiragizawa, the mistress of Tomoyo of the young people will be with you soon. It assumes the direction I pray of the zone the sun and valutili wait?" a cup of dte during you; "Why thanks, I have believed would have to estimate that." Eriol has smile the relative smile, than on one it has polished and followed the girl in the zone of the sun, that it was plac comfortable straight with the part of right entranceway of the resistance. the "Please center has one; the dte it is shortly." ready; Bonds gestures form you towards to a drive low of the chair cuddly that the giocattolo, that raffin- it has been indicated from red velvet, curtsied and that belonged too much far away to the search to avoid the dte. Eriol has been based and smile. The smile more has been transformato in graduates them with far away and more with far away, until that it did not threaten nearly completely, the relative face in the risate ones of the nervous sea of in order breaking off the substance. Eriol as soon as it has carried out this, for being suggested in the control, if the girl is turn. The expert, that he is supported from a hand, for having cookings with vapor (e) teekanne completely beautiful, scones, honey, that they foam and re-united the ceriums of the scrofa, ciotola and the handle arrange all with the spoon, than on the slab a silver it has been organized passably, that it has been covered in an elegant sense, of that has been recorded with the erasure of the part. "Thank you a lot, miss." Eriol has us

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Translated to Portuguese:

Estava em particularmente luminous, dia do cheery em Tomoeda, do que pequeno determinado o menino bespectacled, do que o insousiante ao longo de um sentido mais ele era geschlendert; o relati a você barretta e whirr um ar com um efeito a partir próprio poderia ter sido é sentido com a dança, era rather com precisão com o menino acima dito a ele. Deu forma a fim cobrir mais com a atenção um preto do trenchcoat do comprimento elegante e do que um braço e se retiraram na superfície mais baixa do Plasterung em uma gravação de unsuppressed o glee bastante. Estimou-se quase, que era simples do teste afrouxado à energia excessiva melhor que, a um destino material com o espírito que real tivesse..., até que aquele ele não parou inesperado ao ing, na ordem bastante junto com ao anel que quebra fora de confortável e da retração uma flange ao lado do portal regulado, que seu examinou exatamente em linha reta, a fim dar forma a uma ruptura no facade frontal. Domicile do "Daidouji. Quem o latta um, mim é calling?" a pedir; veio agradavelmente, disembodied e, a fim cultivar com a voz da viola do loudspeaker a orelha esquerda do menino que resounding muito quase. o "I à manhã o Eriol Hiiragizawa e mim teve o " uma nomeação com sig.ra o Tomoyo... com; deixou uma ruptura para projetar um provisório pequeno, aquele que de Obelisksilber fosse coberto do saco relativo, porque encarregado aberto mais effleurer e cara da unidade pequena do equipamento armor-piercing com cuidado fastly para ler. "... 3pm. Eu conheço-me logo à manhã determino-lhe minúsculo, mas eu sei-os, se now?" que a direita põe no efeito são; instrui um "Please da tentativa neste momento, quando eu examinar, getlteman. Quando eu examinar, você pode, como o mistress do menino de Tomoyo que vem para o interior tinha indicado que você prenderia by." Como o raio da voz, os portais abertos com um grondement motorize a você lowfilled. Relati a você o efeito e o whirr que precede (porém deixado DEMASIADO obviamente nao afortunada a ruptura a fim parecer no vídeo da emergência), movimentos de Eriol ao lado avançado do Vergitterung ao manor de Daidouji, em que o retorno o portal antes que o comportamento algo estiver aberto em linha reta ainda em convida. Quando, do que para o portal, Eriol com à precaução completa aberta e dados forma então um ponto que remova e ao interior do relati a você gelo-patins. Determina momentos mais subseqüentemente a você, disembodied o proprietário antes que a voz obtida adiante na elevação dos graus na superfície mais baixa do stairway e anunciada, "Mr. Hiiragizawa, o mistress de Tomoyo dos povos novos será com você logo. Supõe o sentido que eu pray a zona do wait?" do sol e do valutili um o copo do dte durante você; agradecimentos "Why, eu acreditei teria que estimar that." Eriol tem o sorriso o sorriso relativo, do que em um lustrou e seguiu a menina na zona do sol, que era plac confortável em linha reta com a parte de entranceway direito da resistência. o centro do "Please tem um; o dte é shortly." pronto; As ligações gesticulam o formulário você para a um ponto baixo da movimentação da cadeira cuddly que o giocattolo, que o raffin- ele foi indicado do veludo vermelho, curtsied e que pertenceu demasiado distante afastado à busca para evitar o dte. Eriol foi baseado e sorriso. O sorriso mais foi transformato nos graduados eles com distante afastado e mais com distante afastado, até que isso que não ameaçou quase completamente, a cara relativa no risate uns do mar nervoso em de ordem que quebra fora da substância. Eriol assim que realizar este, porque sendo sugerido no controle, se a menina for volta. O perito, aquele é suportado de uma mão, para ter cookings com o teekanne do vapor (e) completamente bonito, scones, o mel, que espumam e reun os ceriums do scrofa, ciotola e o punho arranja tudo com a colher, do que na laje uma prata

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Translated back to English:

It was in particularly luminous, day of cheery in Tomoeda, of that small determined the boy bespectacled, of that the insousiante throughout a direction plus it was geschlendert; relati you barretta and whirr a air with a effect to leave proper could have been is felt with the dance, was to rather with precision with the aforesaid boy it. A black color gave to form the end to cover more with the attention of trenchcoat of the elegant length and of that an arm and if had sufficiently removed in the surface lowest of the Plasterung in a writing of unsuppressed glee. He esteem himself almost, that he was simple of the test loosened to the extreme energy more good that, to a material destination with the spirit that real had..., until that one it did not stop unexpected to the Ing, in the sufficiently together order with the o ring that it outside breaks of comfortable and the retraction a flange to the side of the regulated vestibule, that its examined straight-line accurately, the end to give to form a rupture in facade frontal. Domicile of "Daidouji. Who latta one, me is calling?" to ask for; it came agradavelmente, disembodied e, the end to cultivate with the voice of the viola of loudspeaker the left ear of the boy who resounding very almost. "I to the morning the Eriol Hiiragizawa and me had " a nomination with sig.ra the Tomoyo... with; a rupture left to project provisory a small one, that one that of Obelisksilber was covered of the relative bag, because in charge opened more to effleurer and face of the small unit of the equipment armor-piercing com.cuidado fastly to read. "... 3pm. I know myself soon to the morning I determine to it very small, but I know them, if now?" that the right puts in the effect is; "Please of the attempt at this moment instructs one, when I to examine, getlteman. When I to examine, you can, as mistress of the boy of Tomoyo that comes to the interior had indicated that you it would arrest by." As the ray of the voice, the vestibules opened in one grondement motorizes you lowfilled. Relati you it effect and whirr that it precedes (however left nao TOO MUCH obviously fortunate the rupture the end to seem in the video of the emergency), movements of Eriol to the advanced side of the Vergitterung to the manor of Daidouji, where the return the vestibule before the behavior something is opened straight-line still in invites. When, of that the vestibule stops, Eriol with the a complete precaution opened and data forms then a point that it removes and to the interior of relati you ice-skids. You, disembodied determine moments more subsequently the proprietor before the voice gotten ahead in the rise of the degrees in the surface lowest of stairway and announced, "Mr. Hiiragizawa, mistress of Tomoyo of the new peoples will be with you soon. It assumes the direction that I pray the zone of wait?" of the sun and valutili one the cup of dte during you; gratefulness "Why, I believed I would have that esteem that." Eriol has the smile the relative smile, of that in one it burnished and it followed the girl in the zone of the sun, that was plac comfortable straight-line with the right part of entranceway of the resistance. the center of "Please has one; dte is shortly." ready; The linkings gesture the form you stop to a low point of the movement of the chair cuddly that giocattolo, that raffin- it was indicated of the red velvet, curtsied and that it belonged too much distant moved away to the search to prevent dte. Eriol was based and smile. The smile more was transformato in graduated they with distant moved away and more with distant moved away, until this that did not threaten almost completely, the relative face in risate ones of the nervous sea in of order that it outside breaks of the substance. Eriol thus that to carry through this, because being suggested in the control, if the girl will be return. The connoisseur, that one is supported of a hand, to have cookings with teekanne of the completely pretty vapor (e), scones, the honey, that they bubble and reun ceriums of scrofa, ciotola and the fist arranges everything with the spoon, of that in the flagstone a silver

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Translated to Spanish:

Estaba en particularmente luminoso, día del cheery en Tomoeda, de eso pequeño determinó a muchacho bespectacled, de ése que el insousiante a través de una dirección más él era geschlendert; relati usted barretta y whirr un aire con un efecto a irse apropiado habría podido ser se siente con la danza, era a algo con la precisión con el muchacho antedicho él. Un color negro dio para formar el extremo para cubrir más con la atención del trenchcoat de la longitud elegante y de eso un brazo y si estuvo tenido quitado suficientemente en la superficie lo más bajo posible del Plasterung en una escritura de unsuppressed glee. Él casi se estima, eso que él era simple de la prueba aflojada a la energía extrema mejor eso, a una destinación material con el alcohol que verdadero tenía..., hasta que aquél él no paró inesperado al Ing, en suficientemente junto la orden con el anillo de o que él las roturas del exterior de cómodo y de la contracción un reborde al lado del vestíbulo regulado, que su straight-line examinada exactamente, el extremo a dar para formar una ruptura en frontal de la fachada. Domicilio del "Daidouji. Quién el latta uno, yo es calling?" a pedir; vino agradavelmente, disembodied e, el extremo para cultivar con la voz de la viola del altavoz el oído izquierdo del muchacho que resounding muy casi. el "I a la mañana el Eriol Hiiragizawa y yo tenía " un nombramiento con sig.ra el Tomoyo... con; una ruptura dejó al proyecto provisory pequeño, aquél que de Obelisksilber fue cubierto del bolso relativo, porque en carga abrió más en el effleurer y la cara de la unidad pequeña del equipo com.cuidado perforante de blindaje fastly para leer. "... los 3pm. Me conozco pronto a la mañana que me determino a él muy pequeño, pero los sé, si es el now?" que la derecha pone en el efecto; el "Please de la tentativa en este momento manda a uno, cuando I examinar, getlteman. Cuando I examinar, usted puede, como amante del muchacho de Tomoyo que viene al interior había indicado que usted él arrestaría by." Como el rayo de la voz, los vestíbulos abiertos en un grondement le motorizan lowfilled. Relati usted él efecto y whirr que precede (no obstante nao izquierdo DEMASIADO obviamente afortunado la ruptura el extremo a parecerse en el vídeo de la emergencia), movimientos de Eriol al lado avanzado del Vergitterung al señorío de Daidouji, en donde la vuelta el vestíbulo antes de que el comportamiento algo sea alambique straight-line abierto adentro invita. Cuando, de eso el vestíbulo para, Eriol con una precaución completa abierta y las formas de datos entonces un punto que quita y al interior del relati usted las hielo-resbalones. Usted, disembodied determina momentos más posteriormente el propietario antes de que la voz conseguida a continuación en la subida de los grados en la superficie más baja de escalera y anunciada, "Mr. Hiiragizawa, amante de Tomoyo de la nueva gente estará con usted pronto. Asume la dirección que ruego la zona del wait?" del sol y del valutili uno la taza de dte durante usted; gratefulness "Why, me creí tendría esa estima that." Eriol tiene la sonrisa la sonrisa relativa, de ése en una pulió y siguió a muchacha en la zona del sol, que era straight-line cómodo del plac con la parte derecha de entranceway de la resistencia. el centro del "Please tiene uno; el dte es shortly." listo; Los linkings gesticulan la forma que usted para a un punto bajo del movimiento de la silla cuddly que el giocattolo, que fue indicado el raffin- él del terciopelo rojo, curtsied y que perteneció demasiado distante separado a la búsqueda para prevenir el dte. Eriol fue basado y sonrisa. La sonrisa era más transformato en graduado ellos con distante separados y más con distante separados, hasta el que no amenazó casi totalmente, la cara relativa en risate unos del mar nervioso adentro de la orden que él las roturas del exterior de la sustancia. Eriol así que a llevar con esto, porque siendo sugerido en el control, si la muchacha es de vuelta. El connoisseur, aquél se apoya de una mano, para tener cookings con el teekanne de la Virginia totalmente bonita

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Translated back to English:

It was in particularly luminous, day of cheery in Tomoeda, that small one determined to boy bespectacled, of which the insousiante through one more a direction him was geschlendert; relati you barretta and whirr an air with an effect to go away appropriate could have been feels with the dance, was to something with the precision with the aforesaid boy he. A black color gave to form the end to cover more with the attention with trenchcoat of the elegant length and that an arm and if it were had cleared sufficiently in under the more possible surface of the Plasterung in a writing of unsuppressed glee. He almost is considered, that that he was simple of the test relaxed to the extreme energy better that, to a material destination with the alcohol that true he had..., until that one he did not stop unexpected the Ing., in sufficiently together the order with the ring of or that he them breakage of the comfortable outside of and the contraction a rim next to the regulated lobby, that his straight-line examined exactly, the end to give to form a rupture in frontal of the facade. Address of "Daidouji. Who latta one, I is calling?" to request; it came agradavelmente, disembodied e, the end to cultivate with the voice of the viola of the loudspeaker the left ear of the boy who resounding very almost. "I to the morning the Eriol Hiiragizawa and I had " an appointment with sig.ra the Tomoyo... with; a rupture left to the small project provisory, that one that of Obelisksilber was covered with the relative purse, because in load it opened more in effleurer and the face of the small unit of the armor-piercing com.cuidado equipment of shield fastly to read. "... 3pm. I know myself the morning soon that I determine very small him, but I know them, if he is now?" that the right puts in the effect; it "Please of the attempt at this moment sends to one, when I to examine, getlteman. When I to examine, you can, like lover of the boy of Tomoyo that comes to the interior had indicated that you he would arrest by." Like the ray of the voice, the lobbies opened in grondement motorize lowfilled to him. Relati you he effect and whirr that precedes (despite nao left TOO MUCH obvious lucky the rupture the end to look like in the video of the emergency), movements of Eriol alongside advanced of the Vergitterung to señorío of Daidouji, in where the return the lobby before the behavior something is still straight-line opened inside invites. When, of that the lobby for, Eriol with a complete precaution opened and to the forms of then data a point that it clears and to the interior of relati you them ice-slides. You, disembodied determine moments the proprietor more later before the voice obtained next in the ascent of the degrees in the lowest surface of stairs and announced, "Mr. Hiiragizawa, lover of Tomoyo of the new people will be with you soon. It assumes the direction that request the zone of wait?" of the sun and valutili the one cup of dte during you; gratefulness "Why, I was believed would have that esteem that." Eriol has the smile the relative smile, of that one in one polished and followed girl in the zone of the sun, that was straight-line comfortable of plac with the right part of entranceway of the resistance. the center of "Please has one; dte is shortly." ready; Linkings gestures the form that you stop to a low point of the movement of the chair cuddly that giocattolo, that was indicated raffin- he of the red velvet, curtsied and that belonged too distant separated to the search to prevent dte. Eriol was based and smile. The smile was transformato in graduated they with distant separated and more with distant separated, until whom it did not threaten almost totally, the relative face in risate of the nervous sea inside of the order that he them breakage of the outside of the substance. Eriol so to take with this, because being suggested in the control, if the girl is of return.
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...hrrm.

(if the fist had any sense, it would arrange everything with the spoon!)

<snark> i think some fics might read better that way, actually... </snark>

i don't even know you, but i understand...

sweet, naïve, happy amusement...simple and lovely, but i don't think it can really be called daft. although some might. and that's their problem then, i suppose.

things such as these have been running through my head ever since hearing "Such a Good Thing," which is the b-side to the newest reissue of New Order's "World in Motion" (blech), which of course is why i didn't get it---the less said about the A-side, the better, really. (unless, that is, we're talking about the cover on the Re:Movement, in which case said version is far better simply cos all the lyrics but the chorus have been removed! and especially that godawful John Barnes rap! XD)

anyrate, said b-side is also included in the bonus, limited edition 5th disc that comes with the Retro boxset, amongst other tidbits of interest (but unfortunately not quite enough of these; another rant for another time, really).

and honestly? it's purely giddy fun. poptastic, even. the lyrics by themselves aren't so hot (SHOCKER), but taken as a whole? overwhelmingly positive, happy, simple---usually the sort of thing i'd tend to dislike, or at least look at more than slightly askance. but it's just so infectious. the kind of song that makes you want to skip down the street.

...or perhaps i'm just ready for spring already? this could also be the case.

at any rate, this song doesn't require much thought---it's just sort of a visceral, happy thing that takes you over. and sometimes, that's all you need. a tossed-off b-side, certainly---but i'm glad it was released.

(for the record, the Steve Osborne mix of "Run Wild" that's on here is also far more grand and gorgeous than the album version. speaking of songs that are more about feeling than logical thought and parsing of slightly daft lyrics, actually. *piffles*)

off their heads...

received a lovely package from Elva-chan yesterday. a package full of cute evil, to be exact. including some of the newer Sanrio characters. and oh dear, they really must be seen to be believed...

there's also Deary Lou, who looks quite a bit like Beary Lou, only more deer-like.

i'm thinking there was loads of serious drug usage going on in the Sanrio boardroom, and Elva-chan and i have had this conversation amongst ourselves previously as well. i mean...dude.

Spaz pointed out that Skippy Lou (particularly in 3D form; Elva-chan sent a little stuffed keychain of him) looks quite a bit like something out of a Lenore comic, if only he were a bit more rough at the edges. and he does. it's funny.

on the other hand, Sanrio has also introduced Hoshinowaguma recently. hrrm.

(i think a nice, warm, soothing cup of puppy and a baby cinnamon roll would go nicely right about now...)

the perfect hiss

there are several moments in 2 Many DJs' As Heard On Radio Soulwax, Pt. 2 (cannot find words to thank Fifichu enough for this and other stuff she sent recently, actually...XD) that are just perfect.

knowing they did end up working within a certain amount of constraint to put this giant bowl of mash together is slightly depressing, because then one wonders what they might have accomplished had they gotten clearances for more of the stuff they'd wanted to. however, what they did do is sufficiently fun and at times headbreaking that really, if you didn't know, you probably wouldn't even think about it.

but, er, perfect moments. yes, that's what i was writing about. as Fi has mentioned previously, the transition into Peaches' "Fuck the Pain Away" is brilliant. and indeed, the choice of opening it with Basement Jaxx' "Where's Your Head At?" over the Peter Gunn theme (i'd recognised what it was upon listening to it, but didn't realise it was ELP until reading it later. o.o;;;) works far too well. but the one moment that's even more unbelievably perfect is the seamless mating of Destiny's Child's "Independent Woman Pt. 1" over 10cc's "Dreadlock Holiday." it sounds as though that's exactly how it was meant to be from the start. flippin' brilliant.

(and then comes Spaz' favourite moment, provoking the, "oh no, they did NOT just do that" from him: the working in of Dolly Parton's "9 to 5". XD XD XD)

recontextualisation can be such fun when done properly. oh yes. i want to hear Pt. 1 and Pt. 3 now. XD

you don't have to spend; you just have to pretend...

Ladytron are stalking me, i swear.

oh, perhaps it's not them in and of themselves. because they don't have to.

instead, they just send their little emissaries out in the form of jaw-droppingly cool collections of analogue synthtastic wonderment, little earworms that crawl in and nibble and nip incessantly at their intended's eardrums until they're let in.

i'd heard bits before, and wanted to investigate. but as i've been rather broke for awhile, i've been quite crippled as regards being able to go out and buy new music. which (as you can imagine, particularly if you know me well) has been rather painful. i mean, i've got plenty of things to listen to---things i love, it's true. and compilating/being compilated for has also helped a lot, and is loads of fun, of course. however, y'know, these are my current circumstances.

so i'd heard bits. thought to myself "ooh, must research later," and then went on about daily life. and then Harpy poked me repeatedly and told me how she was sure i'd like them (i mean, knowing me, it's difficult to imagine me not getting all geektastically happy about the analogueness, at the very least. XD). and then there was Sabina relating one of her first gig experiences seeing them not so very long ago. and the tour hitting North America.

...and me apparently missing out on the fact that they were coming here until about a week before the fact. and thinking (apparently mistakenly) that tickets were already sold out.

d'oh.

granted, as i said, money's tight. so it's probably much more responsible that i didn't go. but still.

(i was feeling pretty crappy all day Friday and a bunch of Saturday too anyway, quite honestly, so i doubt i'd have been up to it and therefore would have wasted money and tickets had i known and gone and bought them. so it really did probably work out for the best.)

Saturday, we drove to band practice early in the morning. the rental Saturn only has a radio, and the state of radio around here is fairly abysmal, so loads of time is spent with the radio on SCAN. in this manner, we found out that Triton College (a small community college not far from my high school, and where a lot of people from my high school ended up going) actually has a radio station---and at that hour of the morning, were playing some fun stuff. including Ladytron, amongst other things. so Spaz got to hear some, and i mentioned they were in town the night previously and that i wouldn't have minded going, and he wondered why i hadn't mentioned it previously. so then i sheepishly mentioned that i hadn't realised when the show was until about a week before, and had thought tickets were long since sold out. and he was a bit sad---was enjoying what he heard, and would have liked to have gone.

neither of us were expecting what happened next, though.

we got to practice and sat in the car for a bit, as we were early and besides, they'd played a song i wanted to find out the name of and who'd done it and so forth. and then Shin_Jon showed up. and came running up to the car going on about this show he'd been to last night, and handing me CDs. a friend had called him up at the last minute with an extra ticket to Ladytron and asked if he wanted to go. Shin_Jon wasn't familiar with them, but said sure, it'd be fun. so to the show they went, and apparently Shin_Jon enjoyed it so much he came away with a few Ladytron & Simian CDs, and telling everyone about this fantastic show he'd been at the night before---which of course made him all the more amused when he realised how badly i'd wanted to go.

it's through him i'm listening happily to 604 right now, and enjoying it thoroughly. having one of those "exactly what i needed to hear" moments, in fact.

...random bastards. XD