| Hana Yori Ikuta-san |
[13 May 2008|02:20am] |
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Hana Yori Ikuta-san is translated as "Ikuta over flowers". It's a rehash of an anime and JDorama (Japanese Dorama) entitled Hana Yori Dango, "Boys Over Flowers". It's a pun on a Japanese proverb stating that there are better things in life rather than the inessential material things (flowers), such as food, or boys. XD Why I changed it to "Ikuta" will be explained later.
Ikuta Toma-san.
For all of you who's not familiar, he's the Japanese actor who played Shuichi Nakatsu in the JDorama series Hanazakari no Kimitachi e ~Ikemen Paradise~ (For You in Full Bloom ~Hottie Paradise~). It's the Hana Kimi version being aired in GMA 7, for you Filipinos out there. He stands 5'9" (same as Master's height), weighs 132 pounds (58 kilograms), his blood type's A, has a younger brother, a dog, and most importantly, his birthdate is on October 7th, 1984, which makes him 23 years old.
... He's also awfully, awfully cute.
Now, why am I telling you all this? Because. I'll be turning 23 in two days. And we're both single. And because he appeared in my dreams last night.
Huh?
Oddly enough, I found that... well, odd. Though I find Toma-san cute, and liked him as Nakatsu and Takemoto (In Honey and Clover), it's not like I like him like him for me to be dreaming about him, unlike some people... (Actually, there's only one person I keep having dreams about XD).
It all started like any usual rainy day, with me just hanging around the house, waiting for someone, apparently. He arrived (I forgot who he was; don't worry, he's not important), and then I let him in the house. 10 minutes later, Toma-san walks over to the gate holding an umbrella, and calls out to me (he called me Xiao). I go over to him and asks him what the rat's ass he was doing there. He told me that it's very hard to be with me if I'm surrounded by guys like him (the guy I let in). He pouted and looked like a sad puppy in the rain, he was so cute. Anyway, I told him that he was of no importance (told you so), and I led him inside. Once inside, Toma-san let go of his umbrella and held my hand in his. Squee.
We then proceeded inside the house, where a party was being held. So I took him around, and we ate, and he kept sneaking drawn-dagger looks at Mr. Unimportant Guy. Afterwhich, we went out into the garden (wow, I never knew our house had a garden), and we talked about stuff, holding each others' hands. It was all incoherent babble, since I assume I was about to wake up, but there was a definite "marriage" aura hovering around it.
I don't know, it was weird. I woke up with a dumbfounded expression about it. Not that I mind dreaming about being boyfriends with cute JDorama stars, but...
Huh?
We're both 23. Gloat. I've never felt so proud to be 23. Evil cackle.
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| How Long Will it Last, Will? |
[03 May 2008|11:43pm] |
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He's gone.
Somehow I have to admit that fact.
I don't know how it began. I don't even know how it ended. Maybe my brain was trying its best to protect me, and blocked out the prologue and epilogue of the whole sad story. Maybe my senses were just trying to deceive me, and none of this really happened.
Or maybe I just couldn't accept the fact that he's really gone.
Many people don't understand why William's exodus affected me greatly. They keep telling me that I look and act like my son had just died. I don't know, but somewhere inside of me, I felt that he had died, and I grieve for his loss. I mourn for it everyday. Every waking moment when I start to think of my six adopted children and I realize that William's left us.
It has been so hard... I know I'm not the only one with troubles. That's why I seldom whine or complain now. I just grit my teeth and bare it. But there are times... when I go through a rigorous day at work, then go straight through to school, without having any sleep, having the crappiest day of my life. Stress, traffic, the pressure of daily living. I feel it all. They weigh upon me so. But when I enter the classroom, and then I hear their collective voices shouting, "Mommy!!!"... It all melts away, and then suddenly it feels like everything is well worth it.
But now, I feel pain. I feel pain just thinking of how to get through the day, knowing that when I hear their voices greeting me, it'd be one son short.
William is my most affectionate child. He's usually the one who can sense if I wasn't feeling well, wasn't thinking well. And it was so bizarre, because he wasn't like that from the beginning. He was aloof and shy. Maybe that's why I became so attached to him. He accepted me as his mother with all his heart.
I love you all. I don't care what other people say, I don't care how our real families react, but to me, you are all my real children. I'm serious. It's something I feel deep inside me, down to the center of my bones. I care for you all. I worry for you. I lose sleep and shed tears for you.
And that is why I am so scared. It's not about leaving. It's not about the endless cycle of meeting and parting. It's the anticipation. The painfully slow trickle of time until that point when you will all move on with your lives... and finally forget about me.
I weep, because I am scared.
How long will it last, Will? How long will I last?
I had a dream once. It was a scenario I've always dreaded, and yet so very likely to happen. I remember it very vividly, because I think about it and fear it almost every second. I am in my last few hours. I am about to die, and being an old and lonely lady, I wanted to see my children, my loved ones, for the last time.
And I saw them. One by one, I visited them. They all had moved on with their lives, of course, with their own families, and their own children. As I visited each house, seeing their happy faces, I could feel a mixture of joy and sadness within me, because my children are leading happy lives, and yet as I reached out to them, they do not recognize me anymore.
And then I stopped by a house. The color was blue and white. A twin brother and sister was playing in the living room, and Rhia was setting the dinner table. William was reading a textbook, and as I glided outside their window, he didn't seem to notice.
Rhia began to stir. "William... did you hear something?"
William put down his book. "Must be the wind outside."
And then, I cried. So this is what I must be, I thought. I'm just like the wind, who caresses and touches people's lives, and yet when I am not needed anymore, I will soon be forgotten...
And yes, I was forgotten. When I returned to my lonely house, awaiting my final hours, all I could do was weep. Deep down, I knew this was all but a dream. But then, why did it hurt so much? Because it was all too real? Because when it will be my time to die, it will be real?
I fear to be forgotten. I'm scared of a future where all my children have moved on, and have forgotten that there was once a girl who looked after them, who loved them like a mother... and all the while I'll still be here, waiting. Loving.
... How long will it last for you, William? How long will your memories of me last for you?
I still cry. I still grieve. I still mourn the loss. I know it may sound strange, but I'm losing my son.
I'm losing the battle, William.
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| MEIDO in FIRIPIN |
[01 Apr 2008|03:31am] |
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After watching the 6-episode JDorama (Japanese Drama) series entitled MEIDO in Akihabara (Maid in Akihabara), I only had one thing echoing through my head:
Why the hell don't we have something like that here in the Philippines?!
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Maid in Akihabara is the story of an ex-bar girl Saki who gets into trouble with the yakuza. Fleeing from them, she ends up in Akihabara--Japan's largest cyber city capital. Saki is looking for a new job, but never in her dreams did she think she'd end up as a maid at a quaint little internet and coffeeshop named MEIDO no Miyage (Maid's Gift). Garbed as an innocent, loli-dripping French maid, it is her new job to fulfill each and every one of her "Masters"' desires.
The series isn't an H-Dorama (hentai; i.e. smut). It's actually a cure for geriatrics. It's so lighthearted and peppy and oozing of anime and shouNerds (male nerds), that I could do what I could only do at that moment: glue my face to the monitor screen.
I imagine life in here IF we DID have a Meido no Miyage. School life would be so much easier. Part-time jobs would take a whole new different level, and otaku (yes, the additional "s" at the end that a ridiculous number of other people attach to japanese terms IS actually omitted, since nihongo has the same form for singular and plural forms--except when tachi or ra is used as a formal suffix. So there. >:P) will be known in a whole new different level. Plus, there would be one more reason to cosplay, be loli, be loligoth, and pose in pictures using that annoying V-sign. Hehe.
So. Minions, work on my upcoming maid uniform. Populace, go and watch the series on YouTube (better at crunchyroll). Senators, government officials, etc (etc; i.e. unimportant people puffed up by their own ego), build an establishment much like this one. Hurry~
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| Yayness~ |
[26 Mar 2008|11:42pm] |
Whee. My Math professor really hates me. XD
CHM 105 (Chemistry) -- 1.50
ENG 1 -- 2.00 <-- Yeah, right. >:P
FIL 1 -- 1.25
MAT 1N (Algebra) -- 2.25 <-- HELLOH?!? I do NOT believe this!
PE 1 -- 1.00 <-- Cheerdancing ish fun. TTvTT
PHI 1 (Logic) -- 1.50
PSY 1 (Gen Psy) -- 1.50
SOC 1 (Phil His) -- 2.00 <-- This I could understand XD
So... yeah. I'm going to have my grades verified tomorrow. I should only have one 2.00 grade. XD XD XD
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| The End of a Year |
[20 Mar 2008|04:06am] |
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The schoolyear of my first year has officially ended.
I have never been so harrassed in my life. XD
How could it be that college could be so... so similar to high school? In my former college, lates and absences did not matter. Apparently they do in my new one. XP I'm fretting over whether I'm going to get an FDA in my Pol Sci class. Not that I get low grades (one of the top in the class, I think), but my professor seems to be particularly finicky about lates and absences. Oh, well. We'll see, I guess.
Looking back... it has been a wonderful, wonderful year. When I first started out I was so damn nervous since I would be mingling with students years younger than me. I was so afraid of people. XD It was a blessing that I came upon a block section full of nice and (moderately) sane people.
And so I had to corrupt them. >:D
And now, a year later, how was I supposed to know that I'd get more than friends and acquaintances? I met my family. I met my mum and dad, my sister... and my wonderful children. It started out with just one feisty girl, but then others soon came into the family. What fun college life is turning out to be!
And so the year ends. I am still alive, barely. I managed to survive being a president, captain, all-around leader, editor-in-chief, and resident mother with flying colors. I'm tired, but I am... dare I say it, happy?
To my children... I love you all. *Sniff* And even if the news of William transferring schools will turn out to be true, I'll still be here for you.
... Just don't give me grandkids yet. XD
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