Platanus

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I have NEVER had such homogeneously distributed paragraphs! I feel deterministically distorted...

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Tomorrow was going to be Disney-Land, no escape from it after having travelled all the way from the icy lands of the north with two kids. Minkka and Antti had already been convinced to wait one day in order to get over the jet lag and be able to fully enjoy themselves. And kids on jet lag were cute but also pretty arduous, Jahho-Pekka found out. So the first day of the Seppänens was planned with a little random walking around Tokyo and visiting the »traditional festival« held before the main event – the championships. They made sure though that the kids had a normal meal before they were overcome by the urge to try every junk and real food or were overwhelmed by too many unfamiliar scents mixed in the air. It was plain pizza, the parents had decided, something very familiar as well as providing kids with funny little trinkets to help compensate for the »conventional« choice. Jahho-Pekka was also prohibited from wearing Gi and Hakama to demonstrate his Kendoka-spirit out in the open, since the kids were to learn about restraint. So he went with his light and comfortable Tibetian shirt – of course in Kendo-blue colour – and a pair of trekking pants with a sufficient supply of pockets.

Not to be forgotten were definitely the anti-poetry buttons which seemed more suitable to pin on the chest here in Japan than anywhere else. Jahho-Pekka was known to be a rather easy-going and cheerful guy, sometimes even too relaxed about his surroundings and major events. He tried to avoid straining himself or getting worked up as much as possible – and yet he had more or less gotten his way so far. Regardless of how much he enjoyed kendo, it was still a hobby he was passionate about and he would never dream of going against another person with the intention to harm them. Poetry was the exception. His conviction about the atrocity of this trade – although it was no longer one – and the determination to wipe it off of the face of his planet were backed up by a destructive rage. So even though he was wearing his jolly face and prancing around happily with his family, having the time of his life, the two buttons on his chest – a larger one in both English and Japanese and a smaller one in Finnish – were more than enough evidence to his anger for those who bothered to look and read.

Conveniently decorated with press id-s, Jahho-Pekka and his family needed not worry about standing in lines or looking for the ticket booth and the Finn felt even more so privileged being here. They had merely passed through the entrance and were all trying to decide which direction to go first when lady fortune smiled upon the passionate photographer yet once again on this day. Fireworks started cracking and brightening the site he was to behold, all colours of joy dancing and even the rational father of the family in him knew this was the chance of his carrier sky rocketing after the Japan project. With the goofy wide grin on his face and the fireworks in his eyes, Jahho-Pekka had right at this moment spotted non less than a world wide well known champion of MMA for several years in a row, said to have »disappeared from international tournaments after having sought residence in his forsaken fatherland«, Jahho-Pekka's mind was already bringing all dramatic elements to this encounter.

“Venaa!” he asked his family to wait for him and rushed back to the entrance, his hand already slipping into one of his many pockets, while the other had grabbed his press-id. “Hi!” he addressed the security before it was too late and he had lost sight of the champion. “Press”, he briefly said in Japanese and the one word was enough to know he had tried hard to learn the language before being here. What he meant to say next was that the guy was his guest and he was sorry they had to enter the grounds before meeting up because the kids were getting impatient, what he said in Japanese though, went more along the lines of “I want my guest. Kids will chew my head if too late.” The way he apologizingly giggled, pointing at his family and the ticket he took out of his pocket and showed the security guys was supposed to be enough one way or the other in order to convince them and win Jahho-Pekka Ikeda's favour, maybe even enough for him to hang out with Jahho-Pekka even after the event. Now he just kept his goofy smile and hoped for things to turn out the way he expected them to.

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Ryver et Rhine said
I decided to reveal a tiny detail about my future plans for my characters.That said I have a very strange idea for J-P's wife. ;)

I'm all ears... erm, eyes! I still can not afford a break before I am through with Bohr-Sommerfeld, though. I'll decide according to my energy level then if I go on with studying or catch up reading. ^^

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Did I mention the fun? That most of the time I am entertained to highly mesmerized like a child who has been granted entrance to the craziest theme park ever? Sure, one gets tired of running, one gets hungry, thirsty and has to pee but it is still so thrilling. (not to mention that it IS what I wanted to do when I grow up)
btw with us you would not be rewarded for being cocky, believe me... unless you can back it up with work. ^^

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jennifer lost the war said
You're taking summer classes, Perry?

I am one of the last relics of the German diploma, a much greater academical system than BSc/MSc if you ask me. (actually, great instead of greater, since BSc and MSc do not make much sense in many regards.)
And for a Diplom we have these giant oral exams we have to take on subjects of 3 to 4 semesters. It is a huge workload but one hell of a ride, since we get the chance to see and learn everything from a better perspective and become better familiar with the bigger picture.
I also discovered that I have sort of an exam phobia (never had it back in highschool or with my first studies), constantly feeling like I haven't figured out anything at all... which happens to be a really common case in our field and actually the healthy attitude, but I unfortunately can not cope with it well, so I do three to four times more work than a statistically random student.
But of course all the crazy things one learns on the way make it much more than worthwhile.

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Hi,

sorry people, been busy the past days and could not make it, somewhat behind my studying plans. I'll try my best but can't promise anything before Tuesday.

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Ryver et Rhine said
=D Ooo I didn't know that about German. I used to learn it when I was younger. I want to brush up on my German

Not exactly something one would learn in language lessons. ^^

Ryver et Rhine said @.@ Will you be my penpal? [over pm of course]

np... but I am not German, only so that you know. ^^

Ryver et Rhine said I like platypus to be honest. They are really adorable. I shall call you Perry then. Since that is a name of a platypus.

That's a new one.
But ok with me.

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I'll just go with the 1st thing which represents something I deeply care about and do not give much thought to what people might call me.

In a German forum we'd go on and call Jennifer lost the war »Addy« (-> administrator) or »Moddy« (-> GM) because Germans have this thing for abbreviating daily words. Example: Lappi for a laptop computer, Gebi for Geburtstag (=birthday), Eli for Eltern (=parents) etc.
But here we could get more creative until maybe he kicks one out. XXD

As to me: hit me with suggestions... but plat makes absolutely no sense. :P
...like plane would be fine, since it is the same thing - or people - after all.
A friend of mine calls me platypus, which is even longer but gives him a good laugh or smile.

Btw I'm already 30, in case anyone wanted to know.

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Bow before your eldest now!

I hear (read) you, Jennifer (or would the short version be »loser«? :wink ). The German forum I am in is also an anime forum, mainly populated by teenage girls with an unrealistic sense about life and although there are loads of RPs there, it is always hard to find a decent one, where people are also able to write neat German. (it is quite embarrassing when I as the foreigner among them correct their grammar or spelling.) Still I managed to find a couple of good groups, who have about the same perspective on RPing as mine.

Ryver, Platanus is just Latin for plane trees. Plat makes absolutely no sense!
You could also give me a name of your choice, I wouldn't mind.

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Come on, Ryver, it's up to you and me now. :D

p.s. If Platanus is too long you go on and make plane out of it, but with Plat it took me a long while until I understood I was being addressed to.