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
Monday, July 26, 2010
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.
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!
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 :)
Thursday, July 15, 2010
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.
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.
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