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.
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
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 :))
Friday, May 14, 2010
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.
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.
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