What should I do next?

「俺は次何をしたらいいだろう？」

He gave me time

When my mind's confused, He gave me time. Thank You. :)

I won't be having a doze of confusion until Monday. It's weird, but not seeing that person today feels relieving... even though the truth is that I really really really want to get a dose of that...person. :))

God, why do I have a feeling that You're up to something? :)

OHSHIIIZZZ

Nakitai

I want to cry. Hindi ko alam kung bakit.
Hindi ako malungkot. Or malungkot ako pero hindi ko pa narerealize? I think I'm confused. Ewan. Parang nababaliw ako. Andami0daming kong iniisip na in the end, hindi ko rin alam kung anong ginagawa ko/ anong ginagawa ko.

I have a family(or should I say 'families') here. I have friends. And they care for me more than I expect them to. I'm having great experiences, and I am aware that I am lucky to do these things that others probably won't be able to experience.

PERO BAKIT? ANONG MERON? HINDI KO ALAM. Pagod lang ba ako?
HIndi ako malungkot, that's for sure. I know deep inside me that I'm not sad.

But, I really, REALLY want to cry. The tears won't just come out in front of these people. I keep holding them back whether I'm alone or with the people around me.

Biotech

I haven’t told anyone about how it feels working inside the laboratory, wearing that long and white laboratory gown. I’ve worn a lab gown before, but never for real. Here, using that lab gown feels so real. I have found my personal meaning and image of a laboratory gown.

Working inside the laboratory feels draining, sad, limited, and intelligent at the same time. I get this ‘genius’ aura from my classmates whenever we do some experiments, and honestly I hate it because I need to keep up with them.(silent smile) Doing some experiments for hours really drains me, and I honestly hated that room where we conduct some tissue culture. It’s so small, and there’s this sound coming from the air conditioner…a sound that makes you feel your soul is being sucked and lets it linger inside the room. It’s a room where everyone suddenly becomes quiet because everyone’s getting busy with the work(and probably, talking increases the chance of contamination o.o ).

After that, you’ll be cleaning the utensils used. My hand is usually soaked with ionized water. Watching them wash the test tubes and cans, I wonder if washing those feel like just washing the normal dishes and glasses at home. I’ve done it some times, but it felt…weird…I never got used to washing them. Every time I wash them, it feels like I’ve done it for the first time.

I remember being able to breathe freely after General Science I. I’ve been doing the same after going out of the Bio Lab. I know that it’s probably cleaner and sanitized inside the lab, but still, I appreciate the outside air more. :))

I love the lab because I get to talk with my senpais and classmates more. I love the lab because it’s fulfilling to see the plants we’ve cultured grow. Those are some of the reasons why I love the lab. When I realize how I like the lab, I’ll suddenly have a reason to hate it again— it’s when my hair would smell of ionized water and culture at the same time(not to mention I have to wait for the evening to wash my hair…).

Wanna do these together? :3

November entered with a whole lot of schedule coming along. From the very start of the month, it has been considerably busy, still, I got a day—yes, a day— to rest, so far.

Seta Norin held its Cultural Festival, so we had been preparing since last month. Like normal students, we crammed and had lots of last-minute preparations. Other classes had their set-ups posted a week before the fair, we posted ours a day before the fair. Of course, not all of them have been completed, so we were still working on some preparations on the actual day of the fair.

I wasn’t able to enjoy neither the first nor the second day of the fair. The first day was busy, like I mentioned, we we’re still preparing on the first day so going around to see other’s works was impossible. On the second day, I was supposed to be on duty during the afternoon. But, since the other foreign students and I joined the prefectural marathon, we took up time. I was supposed to be back at school at around 1, we ended up going to school at around 2. The fair was supposed to end at 2.30, so basically the other foreign students did not have the chance to see Seta No’s fair, too. (I guess they enjoyed it though. They were able to see their ex-classmates and friends, though.:)) )

Thursday was a holiday for Seta No, so I got to rest whole day. I “studied” for the upcoming J-test, though.

Friday was the usual school. Saturday was unusual, though. I was having second thoughts on going to a city called Takasaki(by train, about 30 minutes away from where I live) to attend to my Calligraphy Club commitment. :)) It was a day before the Japanese Test, so I really doubted if I could come. I did go. And I don’t doubt it. Something good really happened. (I was able to see someone who I wanted to see since June. We weren’t able to talk again, though. :D) Other than that, I got a piece of REAL Japanese choir…a decent singing, and others.:3

Today, we had our Japanese Test. I really can’t evaluate whether I would pass or not, but I did my best. And the test wasn’t that hard, either. We’ll be waiting for the results on December 6(Happy birthday, Jan! Tama ba? :)) )

2 worries down, I-don’t-know-how-much-more to go! :) This week’s gonna be a GO!, though. :))

Monday- SCHOOL D:< Looking forward to the 3-hour Biotech class…a time to feel my senpais’ love. :))Being with them makes Biotech class happier, hahahaha :D

Tuesday- ANOTHER MARATHON TO RUN. D:< This time, Seta Norin’s marathon. I don’t plan on walking, that’s for sure. I was able to run on the first marathon, so I HOPE, it’s okay the second time. :)) After the marathon, some kind of ‘harvest festival’! A barbecue parteeeey :3…we’ll be eating Seta No’s vegetables, hahahaha :DD Looking forward to this, rather than the marathon, hahaha! (Maybe we should consider having a marathon once a year in Rural High, too? Whattya think? )

Wednesday- Haven’t been well-informed on what to do this day, but I (or with other Seta Norin students, too? Definitely not with other foreign students though. They said this is Seta Norin’s activity.) will go to an elementary school during the afternoon. (Can I bring home one kid? Hahahaha! :D)

Thursday- Rehearsal thing for a fair the following day

Friday- FAIR

Saturday- FAIR

So, after a hectic week, I’ll be sleeping whole day on Sunday. Unless my mother forbids it.:))

I’m planning to take it day by day, though. I’ll do my best; I’ll survive. :)

I have to breathe

This run's still not finished yet-- though it nearly is. There's still lots of checkpoints I should be passing through. I've reached half, but not yet. I'd have to patient. WE have to be patient.

I've been running from the starting line. Run, run, and run even though my feet hurts...even though I keep feeling a little dizzy. But for now,after quite a long run, I have to breathe.

Maybe this run's a little long? Or maybe somewhere along the road, I forgot something. I forgot why I'm running. I don't know what I need. I don't know what I want.

Despite those thoughts, happy moments came along the road. And I'm sure, ahead of me, there awaits a lot more experiences, challenges, and sacrifices. With these, I'll learn for sure.

I'll take it slowly for now. I want to find that missing thing bothering me right now. I need to breathe,because I've been running for a while.

I'd have to breathe, but no plans on looking back. I can't return and quit. I'd have to circle the world to go back to the path I just took.



I want to take a break and find what I'm looking for right now. I want to find it quickly so I'll feel satisfied and relieved to run again.

Learn to fly :)

Onii-san, odaiji ni :)

I felt like crying when I was watching my foster brother eating. He injured his right hand yesterday while playing soccer. And he injured it real badly.
His right wrist bone broke/dislocated(?) and needs an operation since casting won’t do. According to my foster mother, the place of injury was quite difficult and an operation is needed.
My onii-san does a lot of things like soccer, baseball, part-time jobs (yeah, plural. jobS.), and a whole lot of things that I’m sure I do not know of. That’s why we barely talk nor even see each other much. It’s either he’s out working, studying, or training, or he’s in his room, resting while he has the time. With these tons of activities he has on hand, I’m sure his injury is a jama(hindrance).
I watched him eat using his left hand while we were eating lunch. He tried using chopsticks at first, but asked for a fork afterwards. With a fork, it seemed a bit easier, but he still took time. Eating the basil sauced- spaghetti looked difficult too. I really did pity him. He is someone who I looked up to, and I know he has a lot of things to do. I wanted to tell him that I was worried, too. But, I can’t speak, maybe it won’t be right.
I made a promise with myself, though, that I’d help him. I’d offer him help even though he might refuse. I’d pray for his quick recovery (because he has plans to go to Disneyland with his friends this September; he really, really, REALLY wants to go) and I’ll be on a look out for him, in case he needs help.
It’s my chance to build my brother-sister relationship with him. I want him to see the little sister that my real brother sees.
Onii-san, get well soon. Ganbatte. 

And then my best friend, what-if's, came along D:

What-if's followed me to Japan. He said my life would be better with him. I thought otherwise though. But, he's already here. So, I let him join me around for a bit.
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I kept thinking, what if I was the one left. What if I was the one with shattered dreams. What could've been between me and people that used to be around me?

What if I were there, feeling what other people feel. Seeing what they see. Breathing the same air they breathe. What if I was still stuck with the same routine? Waking early, eating breakfast, taking a jeep to school?

Would my presence make a difference? Would my presence lighten someone's world? Or would my presence turn someone's wonderful world into something full of hatred?

What would I be if I were there? What would I be doing if I were left?

Right now, I'm hating photos. I'm hating Facebook.Because I don't really want to look back. I really don't want to look at everyone right now. I want to shut every connection for this time. But, I can't. I won't. My life would be in a mess if I did.

What do I need to do? Should I just live right now? No looking back. No what-if's and what-would's? Should I believe that God sent me here for a reason, for the best reason we could never know? Should I believe that He didn't just give this blessing because I wanted it, instead He gave it because He knew it was for my improvement? Even if the sacrifice would be leaving everything behind?

Yes, I think so. I think that's what I should do.

To you, lucky girl :)

Hey, lucky girl, I hate you.

You’ve been too selfish. Too greedy.

You’ve had the good times. You even made a name by just being yourself. You weren’t that famous, but you didn’t mind because you realized there were a lot more things worth than fame. You were the girl who often had mood swings; the girl who would laugh out loud and wouldn’t care if all eyes would turn to you. You even fell in love with the wrong boy, and even forgave him for breaking your heart on a very special day. You’re too kind. To everyone. To everything. You seem to love everyone and everything around you more than yourself. Though you may be rude and intimidating at times, you make sure it’s at the right time. You aren’t perfect, and you know that much. You can’t do things others can do. But, you want to excel on your own. And be known for what you have done.

You’re not perfect, lucky girl. You really are not. There are a hundred million people better than you.

And yet, you’re so lucky. For that, you don’t know how much I hate you.

Going back to the past, you seem to be happy.Then you became too happy and everything started to fall one by one. But you were lucky enough to hold on to something. And that something, you considered your little sweet escape. Because you thought you were falling apart. You thought everything was slipping from your hands. At that time, you thought you were lost. You thought you were the worst.

Now, bring back those words. Bring them back. Take it inside your whole system and feel the guilt. Lucky girl, do you see them now— the things you’ve left behind? Think. Did you really need to escape? Were you the one who really needed a break?
Lucky girl, you’re having the time of your life right now. But, please look back. Look back and see what they’re seeing. Step back and feel what they’re feeling. It’s too late though, lucky girl. You can’t escape from your little sweet escape. Because you’d even make things worse for them.

Lucky girl, this time, you chose the wrong time to be lucky. Your life was well before, and yet it looked like you wanted more of the good things. You got it. You didn’t consider others, though. Others who might need what you have. Now, look what you’ve done. Look.

Wasted D:

This is the life.

Wake up at 9 am. Eat a slice of bread with choco cream which your mother left for you on top of the table. Go back to your room and write something on your journal. And you sleep. Sleep. Sleep. You wake up at 11 am and think whether you’ll take your lunch and go out of the house afterwards. But, you still sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep until it reaches 12.30 pm. And then finally you’ll decide that you’ve had enough sleep. And you eat your obento prepared by your mother. You eat it inside your messy room, which has gotten messier than ever. You eat your obento while listening to music from your laptop. And you take time eating the obento because basically everything’s carbohydrates—the rice, some spaghetti, and some baked potatoes. And you consider it a problem eating because neither the potatoes nor the spaghetti would neutralize the taste of the unsavory rice toppings. Your mind sings along with the songs playing, but your mouth never opens to sing. You end up eating within thirty minutes. You waste an hour thinking about everything you can think of. And then at 2 pm, you decide to start being functional. You start studying. Reviewing what you have learned. Writing and reading what’s inside of your textbook. And then you start studying something new. Until you’ve finished, you’ll realize 2 hours have passed. And you feel happy because you spent two hours being functional. And then, you reward yourself with an ice cream. And while you ate it, you write again in your journal. Write. Write. Write. Until you’ve created a haiku. And then, you’ll feel sleepy again. You’ll sleep for 15 minutes. And then you wake up because there’s some banging and clanging outside. But you’ll realize your saliva has spread over the left side of your face because of your hand. So you start cleaning it up you’ll realize you’ll have to go to the toilet again. And then in the kitchen, you’ll see your brother, but you won’t say anything. When you get back to your room, you’ll hear footsteps outside. Your brother’s. Going out for his part-time job. You get your laptop and connected the LAN cable. And then you check your mail for the second time hoping there would be something new. But you find none. So you reply to your mother’s mail. And then you find your best friend on line. And then you chat. And she tells you about one of the wasted days of her life. While you wait for her stories, you’re still working on your mother’s mail. And then you finally send it. And then you search something about DBSK. And why you just can’t get enough of them. But while you’re having fun searching for their songs and chatting with your BFF, your father comes inside the house from work. You say ‘okaerinasai’ as a welcome-back. And then you reply to one of your friends’ mail. And then you said goodbye to your best friend though it took some time. You go back to your room. Your father calls your sister to dinner. You hear this and go out too. You eat dinner. You watch a little TV. You take a bath. You endlessly watch DBSK’s videos. And then you feel the urge to write. So you write this. To tell the world how wasted you are for the day.

This is, in fact, the life.
The life that I don’t want.
Take my free time. Eat my free time. For free. No charge. Just take ‘em. I really really really won’t mind. D:

OHMAYGULAYBANANAKAMOTESAYOTE

Uwaaaaa
I'm overflowing with happiness. o.o

Sana araw-araw kang magmemail para masaya ako. Uwaaaa. Isang buwan din yun! Uwaaaaa. Naloloka na ako. Naalala mo rin ako! Wahahahaha! Pupunta ako sa lugar mo bukas! HIndi ako attend ng NIhongoo! I WISH! AHAHAHAHA!

I REALLY REALLY WANT TO HUG YOU RIGHT NOW~! gusto kitang panggigilan. Uwaaaaaa. Sasakay na ako ng train ngayon papunta jan! Gahahahhahahaha!


Kahit in Japanese, uwaaaaaaaa. Natotouch ako sa sense of humor mo. UWaaaa. Ang cute ng smileys mo. :))


OHMAYGAD D:<

You make me smile like the sun! :))


Okay, I have to do my assignment.
AND I HAVE TO GO TO NIHONGO CLASS TOMORROW, to tell the truth. :))


べんきょうしなければなりません。がんばらなければなりません。

エリン、がんばろう！:D

uwaaaaa,nakakaloka talaga. :))

10-minute poem

Standing by the bridge
Waiting for your care,
I still do not know when
Our paths will cross again.

Am I on the right way
Just waiting for the right day?
Or did I take a wrong turn?
Our chance might be gone.

Your warmth is all I need;
Your smile I want to see.
Half a day pains me so
I can't take months to go.

Tomorrow if I ride the train
And hope to see you in the plains
Would God allow me to see your face
Or should I go back and take things on our own pace?

Ginawa ko 'to habang nasa Seta Nourin library ako. Katatapos ko lang mag-aral at gumawa ng assignment. Dahil wala pa ako sa trip gumalaw, kinuha ko lang ang ballpen ko tapos binuklat ko sa huling page ang notebook. Unang line na pumasok sa utak ko: 'standing on the bridge'. Tapos, tuluy-tuloy na. Walang edit, walang pag-iisip ng matino. Kaya mga 10 minutes or less ko lang ginawa yang poem. Honestly, kaya lang napatagal kasi nabobobo na ako. Dahil ang words at pagsusulat ko in Japanese ay derederetso(walang space), hindi ko nalalagyan ng space yung ibang words sa poem. So, binubura ko ulit. Mga 5 times nangyari yun.

"Tenshi"-sensei :)

「Never give up on your dreams.」

There’s this one teacher who’s heaven-sent. Actually, most of them are heaven-sent. Our principal is heaven sent. My landscape teacher is, too. My adviser has this special glow that makes her look heaven-sent. But this one teacher can be described as the angel of all the angels.
I got used to greeting everyone wherever I am, whatever I do. I especially got used to greeting my teachers since I got that special lesson from Ma’am D: “Greet everyone”.

This teacher and I haven’t been on the same classroom yet. I don’t know his name which makes me guilty. I don’t know what he teaches. I doubt he even knows my name, too. But every time we would cross paths and I would greet him, he would immediately ask me: “Have you gotten used to Japanese high school?” He may have asked me that the 3 times already, but every time I answer, he’ll have another response.

His first response was: “Good! Please do your best!”
The second response I got from him was: “I can see that you are a good student. Your Japanese is good too. Keep it up!”
And today’s response was: “Never give up on your dreams. Ganbatte kudasai.”

He’s the only teacher who speaks to us in English up until now. He tried so hard to tell Mella and I to never give up. With people like him surrounding us, Mella and I are sure to follow our dreams and never give up!

Somewhere down the road :)

I keep meeting new people everyday. Every one of them is wonderful in their own way. I just realized how blessed I am to know these people.

It was a big change that happened to me. I can’t believe how striking someone can be to change me in less than a day. Before, I kept complaining to myself how difficult it is to build a relationship with others, and slowly, I was even more breaking myself. I never expected meeting people like them, especially that person.

Annaka Sougou. As a whole, you can see that they are a team. You can see the brotherhood they formed in their school. You can see their respect and love for each other. Everyone’s so warm. Everyone’s so fun. They reminded me of my own batchmates. They encouraged me. They treated me like I was one of them. They accepted me. You can see in them that they treasured every moment we had.
We went up a hill, and there I realized a lot of things. I’ve been feeling so warm because of that person. I’ve been feeling homesick because of all of them. I wanted to cry because the atmosphere was so much the same when I’m with my batchmates. When one of them shouted that she loved someone, I wanted to shout too. I wanted to shout that I have forgiven M.M. already and I hope that he will hear it. I wanted to shout that I’ve been a fool for not letting go of the creased past. I wanted to shout that I’ve already found the warmness I’ve been looking for, and that this warmness helped me let go of my tight grip to the past. But, I didn’t shout anything. Instead, I felt a ruckus inside of me. And I can feel a great amount of tears wanting to go out of my existence. I’ve been a fool. And crying would make me look more like a fool. And then, I looked at that person. And with just one smile, I felt better. I looked at the others, and yes, they made sure everything was right. The thick dark clouds enveloping my sky were blown away within just a second.
That person was the one who encouraged me to move forward and see the good in every people. It was like removing a blindfold, and then I could see clearly.
What was that person like?

He was warm. Fun. Encouraging. Kind. Patient. The Student Council President. According to him, he was not a good one. But I saw he encouraged every one of his schoolmates present in that activity. He pushed the good in them (He wanted everyone to introduce themselves in English. He challenged everyone.). He laughed with them. They loved him. And for me, because it was obvious that he was loved, he was a good Student Council President. Not only that, he was a good person because he made me open my eyes a little more. He woke me up. I saw in him a very good person.
No, he wasn’t good-looking. In fact, he looked tired, which took away a bit of his ‘light’. But his good heart made every part of him glow. Everything about him seemed to be glowing. And I was motivated by it. I’ve seen the world like I’ve never had eyes before.

Ever since I met those people, I've been asking myself the purpose of that meeting. I've always had the same answer. It was to change my view of this world I have entered in which I am an alien. But something was missing. So I kept asking again and again. Until now, there’s no answer. Every time I ask myself of that purpose, I just keep longing and longing for them. I am longing to see them. So far, there hasn’t been a day without them on my mind. Though having a lot of load on our mind is difficult, having them on mine doesn’t seem to be a nuisance at all. Actually, my worry is that they might actually slip off my mind. At the same time, I keep worrying that I might be wasting my time thinking about them when they’ve actually forgotten about me already. That possibility hurts. Still, I don’t care. I want them on my mind. Just thinking of them makes me feel warm.

Ever since I met them, every time I meet a new person, I ask myself the purpose of that meeting.

Every time something happens, I ask myself why that happened.
I want to meet more people, overcoming the fear that they might actually the wrong ones to be talking to. Everyone still seems to be different, but their differences are wonderful. I want to meet different kinds of people to see how each and every one of them glows. I want to make an effort on making a conversation with them and find that same warmness I’ve felt.

I often talk to God asking about things like these. I often hope to God that the people I have in my own country is having the time of their life, too. I hope that every person in the world will meet someone in their way that will change them for the better. I hope everyone sees every little wonderful thing in every one and every thing surrounding us despite the difficulties. I hope that I’ll see those people who’ve changed me and be able to tell them how they have made a difference in my life.

Pwede bang pagbigyan nyo muna yung post sa ibaba?

Saka ko na aayusin, ha?

I LIKE APPLE GREEN (6/25)

And the only shade of blue you wore when you made me realize there are people like you in this unfamiliar place.
Hello. It has now been a month and a day since Mella and I arrived Japan. A month has passed since we first set foot in this beautiful clean place they call Gunma.
A month has passed and yet everything still seems to be out of reach. Waking up and living each day seems like being reborn all over again. A whole new day = another new set of friends, new words, new food, new EVERYTHING. I was like opening a big gift from God every day. Every new box has new contents that never failed to surprise me and thank Him for them.
Let me tell you about the first month. I’ll skip the not too thrilling part, m’kay?
How did I feel when I first set foot on Japan? I felt scared…and hot. It was raining, but I didn’t feel the coolness of the outside inside Narita Terminal Airport. I felt scared because neither Mella nor I knew our way out of the airport. Everyone spoke in Nihongo. My basics weren’t that good, so what was there to rely on? Signs. Luckily, they weren’t written in kanji. We survived but I even felt scared when there weren’t any signs on who would pick us up at the airport. We stood still, hiding our worries that we may not be found…or we may not find the one finding us. We laughed at the thought that maybe we were just going to stand there…and maybe sleep over the night at the airport. Good thing, someone approached us. Good thing that person found us. Or else, I would’ve cried right there and then. Just kidding. 
Anyway, one more thing you should know: it was A LOT colder outside the airport. I think it was around 20 degrees Celsius?
What was Narita like? I was shocked at the narrowness of the roads. At the same time, I had the impression that all the cars in Japan were white because I kept seeing white cars. That impression was broken the next day, when we were exposed to the larger areas on the way to Gunma-ken.
5.25. Shock and love at first sight. There was nothing but love when I was still on the bus. I thought, “I’ll be in this place for 10 months. I’d better love this.” And it was easy. Just looking at this clean place made me love it at first sight. It is the place I wanted to exist…and it did. There were bicycles everywhere. Even men wearing coat and tie rode bicycles. Roses were there on the front yard, and yet not even one flower was lost. No one takes it but its owner.
I got off the bus and that moment was shock. Why? Who wouldn’t be if the first person who greets you is a man and a camera? That’s…shocking. And culture shock. Who from the Philippines wouldn’t get troubled if you needed to change shoes just to enter the first room of the first floor of the first building of the school? It’s too near. And yet, CHANGE YOUR SHOES TO SLIPPERS. And after about 15 minutes, you change your shoes again, go outside, move to the next building, CHANGE YOUR SHOES AGAIN. That’s shocking. If our counselor did not exist, I might’ve gone back home because I’ve stepped my outdoor shoes inside the school building. What luck?
By now, I’ve mastered the art of changing shoes. And the art of getting annoyed at it. Almost every day, I complain. Yes, I do. I really do. Ang arts-arts, ehem.
5.26-27. Paranoid. Because all we did was sit, listen, go up the stairs, go down the stairs, eat at 12 pm, sit, listen, eat at around 6 pm or later, sit down, wait for your turn to use the bath, pray, sleep. I got paranoid that maybe I would die of bangungot. I can feel that the food doesn’t melt(direct translation of: Nararamdaman kong hindi na ako natutunawan ng pagkain.). I had the drive to finish the large obento because,duh, like they first said, everything given to us were paid by Gunma people and that we should make good use of everything, study hard, do our best, so on and so forth. So Mella AND I had the drive to eat all that we can…and end up finishing them all. The consequence was that there were no activities to burn all those food. Though, we still felt proud because among the others, we ate the most, ahahaha! Tell me, is it something to be proud of?
Paranoid. Because every 5 minutes, I would go to the toilet and pee. Come to think of it, I drank at least 4 BOTTLES of water a day during this period. I did not know why, but I drank a lot of water. Define A LOT.
Paranoid. Because everyone had the drive to study Japanese while Mella and I were sneaking up to the room, trying to have our own supply of laughing gas—eggroll. The tatami room was spacious. The futons were folded every morning. We had the space. So we took it for granted and did the eggrolls. The funny one. We promised we would study hard when our Nihonggo classes start. For that time, all we had in our minds were to roll…laugh…roll…and laugh.
5.28. We met our host families.
5.29. I secretly cried all day because of a disease you’ll have once in a while. My Okaa-san was the petite and slimmer version of my Nanay. Kamusta ka naman? Was I found out? Yes, I was.
5.30-6.27. All I needed were friends. You, reader ,should know the value of every single friend you have. I now know how it feels to live without every single one of mine. Mella was 2 trains away from me. The others were one airplane ride away from me. While you could still see yours and yet not realize their value, change your mind now. Every single one of them needs you to be happy. Every single one of them… you need them all to be happy. All I needed to be happy again were friends. And you’ll be amazed at how many we’ve made within just a month. One of the greatest findings for the first month: friends are essential.
6.24. A friend of mine cried when we unexpectedly met. We met again by chance. Where? In the most humorous place to meet-and-cry—the toilet. I was there by chance, preparing myself for the presentation. My one-week-long-lost-friend was there…because she needed to. I was sure she wasn’t there to meet me. But, we met. And she cried. Maybe because we both had low hopes of meeting again despite the fact that we were in the same country and in the same prefecture. But we met. She was the first Japanese friend to cry on me. My friends from her school were the first people I felt sad to be separated from, in the first place.
Practice, hopes, prayers, and perseverance. All you need are those things to be able to succeed. Believe. Believe the good things. And it will happen. He’ll give what we deserve. And Mella and I deserved to be praised and blessed during this day. It was the first time we performed in front of a big audience. It was the first time we showed the world what we’re made of. Every sweat and spill of water were worth it. Ask the tatami.
6.25. One of the people who will forever be remembered in this 10-month journey would be Tomihiro Hoshino-san. You’re wrong. We haven’t met each other. But I have encountered his works. Today, Okaa-san and I went to Tomihiro-san’s art museum. Tomihiro Hoshino was once a PE teacher in a junior high school. Due to an accident while training the school’s gymnastics club, he was then paralyzed from the neck down. He started painting in the hospital using his mouth to hold the paintbrush. Not only that, he wrote poems and essays, too. If you could have seen his first try writing using his mouth, you would possibly have teary eyes. I did. I saw his first trial on writing. To give you a clue on what it looked like, imagine my handwriting on my left hand. Remember, I am right-handed. Then if you would have seen his writing after 2 months, it would have been a lot better than my left-hand writing. It was as if it was truly written by hand. If you have seen those two, you could never have been motivated in your life. I felt as if I’ve been putting my life to waste these past 15 years of living. I had the urge to do something different. Something out of my capacity but even I can excel. But through his poems, he replied to me:
“What I can do is nothing great
If I can do it with a deep sense of gratitude,
That would be great.” – Little Berries”

6.15. I like APPLE GREEN and the SHADE OF BLUE you wore on this day. Thank you for opening my eyes that there are a lot more people like you in this place.　Ever since then, you've helped me see the goodness in every thing in here. See you again、like you said. :D

I'll cry with Micky...and the rest of wonderful DBSK :))

This video will forever make me cry. Maybe seeing hot guys cry makes girls cry too. Don't you think? Proud- DBSK Live

Jae Joong: Proud...meaning that...proud means we have to be one 'til the end, right?

You've got it right, JJ. :) Keep the faith.

Blog updates..and plans

So, after a month or so on my Tumblr comeback, I've decided to be idle on that site, AGAIN. :)
I don't think I could update that site too much. As Ami said, Tumblr is defeating the real purpose of blogging. Either way, it's still fun there. I still prefer being watched through the traditional weblog, though.

So, being the indecisive girl I've always been, I've recreated my LiveJournal account. Visit me here: twinkle twinkle

I have been planning on making a reaction and a review on Election Day last 10th of May 2010. I have the outline on my mobile phone but I still haven't created the actual entry. I want to learn the experience I had during the elections and how I became a part of it despite the fact that I am a minor. I have a few reasons as to why I haven't created it yet. Mainly it's because I just arrived at my hometown yesterday and I slept most of the day trying to get back for the hours I could've slept during the whole election period. And, I honestly spent the day reading manga if not lurking around outside the house. :))

So, plan 1 is to make an Election Day review. I hope I can make a long one.
2nd is to blog about the adventures I'll be having. I doubt that I can upload it everyday or even every week, but I'll be writing on my journal for sure. i might transfer it on my laptop and upload it whenever I can so I can somehow *talk and share* with my family and friends.

I'm still thinking of making a blog entry about the kira-kira things that I love here. I'm thinking of doing this before leaving--if I am not too busy with packing and repacking. :))

So, I hope everyone will still read the sweet-nothings I'll be posting. :)

MICKY MICKY MICKY

Yoochun,why do you sparkle so much? You're one of the most kira-kira things in this world right now! Where do you get all those light?
Youchun, how could you be so irresistible cute, handsome, excellent, and hot at the same time? Why? Why? WHY?
Tell me, where can I get one like you? Where? When? How?
No, I can't get anyone like you, can I? You're one in a million. At least, show yourself to me.
I realize that this fangirl-ing of mine is much worse than my Geun Suk fangirl-ing. It's too much. Too overwhelming. Its overflowing! :))

I long for nothing but you and your group's voices. I long to get to know you and your group more. I long to see your group as one again. Keep the faith. :D

[Images are obviously not mine(How I wish it's mine though). Full credits to whoever owns this.]

Finding Mr. Right isn't what I actually want. I'm contented with my life right now.

Got this one from Tumblr, again. Very well said and this is very much what I think about love or liking someone at this time.:)

I'm not looking to fall in love. I'm not even necessarily looking for a boyfriend right now. All I really want is to find a nice, good guy I can text late at night, joke around with, and be stupid with. Someone who likes the same music as me, someone I can easily talk to, someone I can be my total self around and not mind at all. A guy I can waste Friday nights with, laugh with, and have fun with. Someone who's not perfect, but understands me, you know? Is that really too much to ask for?

Can you still remember me?

Got this from Tumblr, from feignedprincess' account. I give credit to whoever made this.

Guys, you must know that if a girl loved you then, chances are she still loves you heaps now. She's probably crying herself to sleep every night over you while trying her hardest to keep on a happy face during the day. Most likely, she still thinks about you all the time, everyday. She probably still sits there imagining her future with you in it, then thinks back to the past and shatters. Whenever something happens to her, good or bad, she's most likely thinking of you and wishing that she could tell you all about it. Whenever she hears a song on the radio she'll think of you, not only because the song reminds her of you but also how much of her broken life right now can relate to the song. Whenever she watches a romantic movie or sees a cute couple, hand in hand, she starts to die a little more inside knowing that what used to be is now just a memory. Whenever she thinks of you, she smiles, yet at the same time, she is suffering. Although she may not show it, she is suffering a great deal of pain. She's suffering from remembering those happy moments that she'll always remember but it seemed that you've already forgotten. She's afraid that you might forget her along the way as well. On the outside, she may seem like all smiles and laughter, but what is behind the mask is someone who knows really well how to hide themselves. You have no idea just how much pain she is suffering. She still hurts, because the memories of you and her are not only too hard to forget, she also doesn't want to forget, though sometimes she tries to forget, everything just somehow reminds her of you all over again. She re-reads your old texts and convos because she misses you and what used to be. she misses your hugs, she misses your smiles. She misses you entirely. She loves you. She fell for you, and you just watched her fall. Seriously, if you didn't intend to catch her, then don't lead her on, don't get her hopes up, cause the harder harder she falls for you, the more pain she'll end up having to go through afterwards. Don't tell her you love her if you don't mean it, chances are, she might do something crazy like believe it. For the guys reading this, know that no matter how strong a girl may look on the outside, we all go through some sort of pain on the inside when you leave us. And for the girls reading this, there must've been one boy in particular that was on your mind the whole entire time.

I remember THOSE times :)
I honestly miss you and hope to see you before I go. I know I can survive another year of not seeing you, but every time I think of you my longing grows larger.
There were no hugs nor kisses, but your smile and the connection we had rests inside of me.:)

From Multiply account

At nalunod na 'tong Multiply ko, just like other people.

Last post= acquaintance party.

Grabe. Uso pa ang A(H1N1). Natakot pa ako na mawalan ng Exchange Program. At lumipas lang ang panahon na nakuha ko ang gusto ko.

Sobrang nakakapagod ang third year. Nagpapasalamat na rin ako kasi sa kabila nung mga hirap na yun, ang dami kong natutunan. Natutunan ko ang Lewis Structure. Naranasan kong mawalan ng klase at magliwaliw sa halip na magbasa ng Noli o El Fili. Natutunan kong gusto ko talaga magsulat kahit sobrang wala na akong ideas. Natutunan kong mag-prove ng Pythagorean Theorem at ang sine, cosine, at tangent ng angle ng special right triangles. Naranasan kong mautal kasi hindi ko mahanap ang mga English words para sa thoughts ko. Naranasan ko ring mag- Science Congress! Natutunan kong magalit sa kung sinu-sino kasi cramming ng kung anu-anong papel. Natutunan kong mas maging maka-Diyos (Amen. :D). Naranasan kong umiyak sa tuwa at maputol ang ilang segundong kaligayahan kasi umiiyak ang best friend ko. Natutunan ko na kahit mga lalaki katulad ni Daddy Gabby ay umiiyak at ni Eman na humahagulol. Nakita kong umiyak ang mga lalaki sa batch. Nakita kong magluha ang isang lalaki at umaming naiiyak siya dahil sa video presentation para sa mga aalis sa batch. Naranasan kong magmukhang ewan sa harap niya. Naranasan kong kiligin ng sobra sa ngiti ni...hahahahaha! Not gonna mention the name. :p Naranasan kong mag-shoot sa sementeryo sa gabi kasama ang Akasya. Naransan kong magmukhang engot sa pagsasabi na ayos lang ako, pero sa tuwing titingin ako sa kanila at marinig ang boses niya, mririndi ako at gustong maglkulong sa Acacia Room. Natutunan ko ring puwersahan na pala ang paglilinis ng room, kasi magbabayad ka ng 100 pesos kapag hindi ka naglinis. Naranasan kong gumawa ng essay tungkol sa Philippine Agriculture na hindi ko masyadong napaghandaan. Naransan ko na ring sagutan ang mga kung anu-anong pangalan ng compounds at maibigay ang sagot within 6 seconds...naransan kong mag-panic dun. At siguro pinaka-memorable, maranasan ang hindi napag-handaang pagkuha ng dugo para sa blood test. Ayos.

At, 'yun na nga. 2nd year=pinakamasaya. 3rd year=pinakamaraming natutunan. pero masaya pa rin. :)

Siguro sa almost 10 months na mawawala ako, marami akong mamimiss. CAnton. Dags. Canteen--Ate Vera, recycled siomai, libreng tubig! McDo. Yung ceiling na kinakausap ko kapag maiiyak na ako. 10 months. Gonna be missing a lot. Pero, ang kailangan lang naman ay maniwala akong magiging worth it ang isang taong pagka-delay. Kakayanin. :)

Aminado akong mawawala 'to. Pero hindi ko madedeny na excited na ako

You might wanna know what I'm feeling

With the upcoming trips to the embassy and finally, Japan, I'm feeling a hell lot right now. Carmella and I would often ask each other: "Anong nararamdaman mo?"

Well, lately I've been asking that question a lot. And with a lot of time to think about it, I've come up with one of the answers.

I'm excited. I can't deny that. It shows. It already shows. Who wouldn't get excited knowing that there's a whole lot of new and different things waiting for you? I am really looking forward to those. And I am undeniably having a countdown.

HOWEVER, I am having quite a hard time absorbing the fact that I am not leaving for just 10 days, but 10 MONTHS. The fact that there won't be a daily dose of my real family and friends for 10 months still hits me hard. There's also a family there. There will be friends there, too. However, those people will be speaking Nihongo and there will be more of people who don't have eyes when they smile. I might belong, y'know. It's just that one big question still remains: HOW?
I know I can do it. I could've torn the contract instead of signing it if I knew I won't be able to survive there. In fact, I know this is what I want. This is what I've been wanting. The problem I see is that I'm attached to everything in this place I we can call home. And I am suffering from separation anxiety. :D

Also, I am confused. I don't know what to do, what to bring, how to pack. We need to buy this and that. Bring this and that. There's a whole lot to do. But I don't know where to start.

Today is Blog Day :)

Therefore, randomness is a must. :)
These quotes came from my books, mostly my favorites. These quotes are underlined, meaning they have great meaning or reflection for me. I just wanna share them since I really did not get any chance to share these to anyone yet. :)

"It's like looking at all the students and wondering who's had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why. Especially since I know that if they went to another school, the person who had their heart broken would have had their heart broken by somebody else, so why does it have to be so personal?"

Curiosity leads to too much questions...and then you'll know a lot...

"It's much easier not to know things sometimes." (Both quotes from "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" by Stephen Chbosky. Not my book. Not even my underlines, but still a really great book. A life-changing one.:D)

"Hope when you've got nothing else, but if you've got anything else, then for Heaven's sake, DO it!" -Old Man
"I had to options. One was easy. One was going to be a son of a bitch."-Jay

Mrs. Harker's lines before Joey's departure:
"What kind of a mom would I be if I couldn't read you after all this time? Did you think I wouldn't know that you were leaving? Or that if I kept on sleeping I'd miss my chance to say goodbye?"
"So my little boy is going to war. Obviously I'm not the first mother in history this has happened to. And from what you're saying, I'm not even the first-- the first me this has happened to. But what makes it worse is that from the moment you walk through that door, you're dead to me. Because you're never coming back. Because if you...if you get killed, rescuing your friends or fighting the enemy or in your In-Between World...I'll never know.
The Spartan mothers used to say, 'Come back with your shield or on it.' But you're on your way, and I'll never see you again, shield or no shield. NO one's ever going to send me a medal or a--what do they do, now that they don't send telegrams?--or a message, saying 'Dear Mrs. Harker, we regret to inform you that Joey died like a...died like a..."
"I spent my whole life hoping I would have kids who would be able to tell the difference between right and wrong. Who, when the decisions, the big decisions, need to be made, would do the right thing. I believe you, Joey. And you're doing the right thing. How could I ever stop you now? Wherever you go. Whatever happens to you. Know this, Joey. I love you, I'll always love you, and I think...I know you're doing the right thing. It just...hurts, that's all."

I guess mothers know best! I like Mrs. Harker. Very understanding. :)
Very touching, indeed. I love you, Nanay. <3
And those were the quotes from "Interworld" by Neil Gaiman and Michael Reaves

From "Jacob Have I Loved" by Katherine Paterson
"Don't tell me no one ever gave you a chance. You don't need anything given to you. You can make your own chances. But first you have to know what you're after, my dear."
"So what's to stop you?"

This book taught me that one can be wonderful in his own ways. Take a risk. Take a chance. Know the aim. Go for it. Before everything's to late. :)

I KNEW IT WAS COMING D:

I AM BACK ON TUMBLR!
FOLLOW ME! FOLLOW ME again!

twinkledoo.tumblr.com

Expect that and this blog to be updated during my free time on my adventure. :)
Adventure starts on 24th of May.:)
Gogatsu nijyuyokka. :)

Awit Natin

I randomly made a poem. I was actually startled that I had this urge to write poems lately. This one's titled: "Awit Natin". It's inspired by a former *ehem* love, I guess? Hahahaha... It's NOT really entirely MY story...I need not put my entire story there. The persona is reminiscing his past...and how it turned out with th
e person he loved. But then, the lover went away(physically or mentally) and the persona buried the love and their songs. A year passed and the person was glad to know that he got over everything, but he heard one song that reminded him of everything...and then his longing and waiting started again, thus the ending. :)
Enjoy. :)

Isang awit...
Isang awit na lamang ang nananaig,
Isang awit na lamang ang nagpapakapit
At sa puso ko'y muling nagpapapintig.

Sa isang awit, mundo'y muling nagkakulay;
Wala na ang mga matang matatamlay.
Hindi ka pa rin pala nawalay;
Patuloy kang nagbibigay buhay.

Hindi naman talaga tayo magkabarkada
Ni hindi nga ata tayo magkakilala.
Bakit kaya sa una nating mga tawa
Palagay ko'y matagal ka nang nakakasama?

Wala naman talaga tayong pinagsamahan.
Mukhang ang lahat ay gawa-gawa lang.
Umalis ka rin naman ng tuluyan,
Sana'y matagal ka nang sinukuan.

Sayang ang mga binigay na pagkakataon;
Lagi lang namang naghihintay sa tamang panahon.
Hindi nagbigay ng sagot ng Poon;
Hindi sana ako nagsisisi ngayon.

Isang taon ka ding nawala.
Sa una'y 'di mapaniwala
Na hindi ka na nagdudulot ng luha.
Ang mga awit nati'y isa-isang nabaon sa lupa.

Ngunit may isa pa palang awit,
Na muling nagbalik
Ala-ala nakasabay ng bawat luha at pintig,
Naghihintay...
Nag-aasam...
Naghahanap...

Nasaan ka na?
Tayo'y muling umawit...
Hindi ka na muling pakakawalan.
Lalala...la...la...

I take one step away...(How I look at Korean and Filipino entertainment)

But I find myself coming back to you, Jang Geun Suk.
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[WARNING: THIS POST MAY CONTAIN EXTREME FAN-GIRLING CONTENT. IF NOT INTERESTED, STOP READING NOW]
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It has been a hot boring night and I found myself searching for websites to pass time until 9.30 pm to 10 pm. I tried searching for online games, but I ended up closing every tab since none of the games caught my interest. I even searched 'boredom' using Google. According to Wikipedia, boredom is 'an emotional state experienced during periods lacking activity or when individuals are uninterested in the opportunities surrounding them'.
The word boredom almost became parallel to my name. :c

Well, how about Facebook? Gaiaonline? Nah, didn't work. I couldn't do anything there, either. I can't blog since I don't have anything to blog about. Finally, I found something! But, it;s nonsense. I was 'talking' to an AI through Cleverbot and Jabbawacky(?). I stayed for a while taking my time to figure out how it works. Unfortunately, I got tired of it and ended up knowing nothing.

After staring at the ceiling, I finally had the drive to study Nihongo again. I tried recalling my Hiragana only to find out that I almost forgot 'se', 'te'(which I have been using all along), 're', and how to write 'na' properly(I keep putting a cross on the right side of the character). Anyway, I got it back in my head and moved on to Chapter one of the book. The lessons were about 'Apuru jusu o kudasai'. There were a lot of Western-based words which reminded me to recall Katakana soon. Anyway, I finished with Chapter 1 and left Chapter 2 with my cute ball-headed bookmark. :)

And..again, I did nothing. Until I got an idea to rewatch Hwang Tae Kyung's realization that Go Mi Nam is in love with the star himself. The sweetest thing ever...well, aside from the "I am looking at that star right now; is it okay to like that star" episode and the "I'm going to tell you this everyday so you should listen: I love you" episode.(Come to think of it, WHICH IS THE SWEETEST PART?! ><)
I was searching the YouTube button on my bookmarks toolbar but I ended up clicking the YAB community in LJ. There were a lot of icons on the YAB cast...and I saw JGS's icons...and I fell...AGAIN. For the 13286894623183648304615408125438684624 time,I again found myself fan-girling, stalking, yearning, longing, crushing, and loving JGS. :DDD
(That's why I'm still awake at this time: 11.13 pm, when indeed I was aiming to sleep at 10 pm)

I don't want to see the smile.It makes me go crazy and sing whichever SNSD song coming to my mind. It's waaaaaay too perfect. He is waaaaaay too good to be true. I wanna see him RIGHT NOW and make sure that he is HUMAN and not a robot.( I believe he is human. :)))
He simply dazzles me. He's way too shiny. Maybe he's the REAL Edward Cullen?(Yeah, right.:DD)

It's no just the looks! THERE'S MORE! A LOOOOOT MORE! He can dance well(though he honestly looks gay in my opinion), he can sing well...and, well, he speaks Nihongo. He SEEMS bright; I hope he is. :D

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Oh, and another Korean guy who dazzled me for the 38538658013470157105 time: Lee Dong Hae. :D
I now admit that he obviously looks like someone, especially when he smiles. But, he is really irresistible in his own celebrity way. :))
I remember watching a reality show with the SJ members, Anya and another foreign girl. I watched the whole series in YouTube just to get a glimpse on how LDH lives his celeb life. I was satisfied--or should I say MORE THAN SATISFIED-- to watch those laughs and smiles..and his childishness. I actually find myself smiling at his picture-perfect smiles. :))

Just like what one of his fans said: " He just makes my day brighter, brighter, and brighter."
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I honestly hate admitting this, but I can feel the Korean Wave swallowing me and nearly drowning me to its sea of stars. There are more stars I'm beginning to like and get addicted with. A lot of them are guys(Lee Hyun Jung, Jung Yong Hwa, FT Island), but I am looking at their girl groups and actresses too(like SNSD, Park Shin Hye, etc.)
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I am also getting addicted to the Percy Jackson series by Rick Riordan. And, of course, Logan Lerman who took the role of Percy Jackson in the movie. Oh, and of course I am falling in ove with Annabeth Chase and Percy Jackson love team. :DD
I am falling in love with stories about princesses. Though, not the typical princess-is-saved-by-the-prince story. I like it with twists just like "Goose Girl" by Shannon Hale. I also came back with my childish addiction: Cinderella. I can't believe I still enjoyed Cinderella 3: A Twist in Time. :)
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I feel guilt that I like other country's products more than my country's own products. I honestly think that I should feel happy that Philippine entertainment is trying to follow the entertainment group like the "Pop Girls". They're new, and I bet they're young. Instead of feeling enthusiastic, I honestly smirked at the news I found in the newspaper about them. I feel pity,too. Maybe for them, but the pity I feel right now is for myself. I can't seem to love these Pop Girls and our own telenovelas. Still, I am aware that I have not yet lost my Filipino pride. I like our music, but not all of them. I like Filipino authors like Bob Ong(who wouldn't?). I admit that we're not as good as others, but our entertainment is good in its own way. We may not excel in this entertainment field, but I am aware that we excel in our tourism. We have these great sites that definitely cannot be found in other countries. That's what I'm proud of--that's ONE of the things I'm proud of.
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I am losing connections with my friends! :o

I can't stand it. Though, really, it is okay that there are no messages from them since it is holy week after all.

I'm just starting to get worried...and paranoid that this will happen once I leave.
That's why a part of me says I should just endure this week unconnected with them.

What a find. Chh. *squid face*

You're breaking my broken heart. How could you?

How could a Korean drama make my heart ache so much? How could a 16-episode K-drama, "You're Beautiful", touch every little atom in me?

What made me love you?

Answer me. :c

[Can't write too much. I AM WATCHING RIGHT NOW. I can't understand what they're saying except for the "Hyungnim" parts. :)) LAST ONE EPISODE! Woot! Star necklace! <3]

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like '' Maybe we should be just friends '' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”- Neil Gaiman

YOU are the reason why I acted like a total illiterate person. I can't write anything properly at that time.
YOU, my Prince, are the reason why I am afraid to fall in love again. I cannot face facts that I am liking someone.
YOU are the reason for those tears. No matter how much they tell me you're not worthy of them, I still cried countless tears for you.
Yes, it rips me apart. It still will until I leave this place and forget your ugly unpresentable face.
It still rips me apart...slowly...
slowly...
slowly...
more than YOU could imagine.

YOU are the only person I would like to erase.

Oh, do YOU want company?
Do YOU want to be with someone?

Fine, I'll grant that.

Evaporate! And be one of those vapors! When YOUu've done that, I'll FINALLY LOVE THE RAIN. It means YOU're falling...falling...falling.
And YOU can't move on.

YOU're life is a cycle. YOU just fall. Good for me.

And *BOOM!*

Tomorrow will be the last day of exams!
Hello, freeeeeeeeeeedooooooooooom! :D
That's why I'm starting the countdown, again.
Approximately 14 hours, everything will be over. Well, there will be a few(ONE, actually) requirements, but that won't measure to the pains we've been willing to let go of. Hahaha!
14 hours.

Everything will be over...that's why I think I should be studying. :))

FOR THE LAST TIME, I SHOULD STUDY!
[hey,you. you should do the same too.]

See ya tomorra, Blogspot. :D

The Lady, the Prince, and the Princess

I seem to notice that some things start with a pitiful beginning and end with a happily ever after; some, however unfortunate, start with a very happy beginning, but end with shattered hopes and dreams.

A familiar story:
One day, A Prince, so full of himself, got his heart broken. For years, he waited for the Princess to come back and save him from the depths of darkness. Unfortunately, she did not come, and worst: they hated each other. The Prince decided to go to a family friend and asked their daughter to come with him to different places. The Prince knew the Lady; they trusted each other. The Lady went with the Prince and decided that through her own little ways make the Prince happy again.
The Prince and the Lady embarked on their journey. The Lady realized how much the Prince could make her happy. But, she did not know if she was enough to do the same for him. Still, she did her best and enjoyed the times with the noble.
Not long, the Princess came back. She saw the Lady and immediately asked for forgiveness to His Highness. The Prince was very glad, and again, they became happy. Little did the Lady know that she has already fallen for the Prince. So, she decided to stay away for the two's sake. Luckily, the Prince still did not forget about the Lady. The Prince still took him to places. And, on their last journey together, the Prince knew that the Lady was going back and she was leaving the country to study and see her relatives. The two did not know that the Princess followed them. During the dance, the Prince saw the Princess. He endured being with just the Lady, but the Lady insisted that He should find the Princess and dance with her. The Prince did so while the Lady kept her hopes high that he will come back for her. The Prince left two promises, too. The Lady trusted him and waited for the night to finish.
Hours passed and the dance has stopped. One by one, everyone bid goodbye and good night. The Lady still waited on the balcony. And it was just then that the Prince came back. He asked for the Lady's forgiveness and explained everything. However painful it was, the Lady still accepted the apology but carried foul feelings for the Princess and the Prince.
That night, the Lady went her own way and made herself happy for her own goodness.She left nothing for the Prince but hopes that he has learned something from what he did.




Sounds familiar?
AMEN. :D