The Come back . . . with manga!

it's been a while since the last time i posted here. reasons?
1. I forgot my password (i remembered it now, no worries.. ^^)
2. been busy with school works
3. been so engrossed with anime/manga!

anyway, I'm back so let's continue with our list.
for the meantime, I will be talking about mangas/animes since this is what I do when I have spare time. ^^;

MANGA--is a japanese comic book that is read from right to left. Unlike the american or other comic books, mangas are read from the back page going front. This is surely a new and interesting way of reading. Most animes are based on mangas such the mainstream animes Naruto, Bleach, One Piece and the like.

I have been a great fan of manga, and anime. If you have free time, reading one will surely make it worth while. :']

Robby's Night

> True Story -- Worth Reading!!!

>
> At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name is Mildred
> Hondorf. I am a former elementary school music teacher from Des Moines,
> Iowa. I've always supplemented my income by teaching piano
> lessons-something I've done for over 30 years.
>
>
>
> Over the years I found that children have many levels of musical ability.
> I've never had the pleasure of having a prodigy though I have taught some
> talented students.
>
>
>
> However I've also had my share of what I call "musically challenged"
> pupils. One such student was Robby. Robby was 11 years old when his mother
> (a single Mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that
> students (especially boys!) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to
> Robby.
>
>
>
> But Robby said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play
> the piano. So I took him as a student. Well, Robby began with his piano
> lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor.
> As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm
> needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary
> pieces that I require all my students to learn.
>
> Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried
> to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, "My
> mom's going to hear me play someday." But it seemed hopeless He just did
> not have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she
> dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always
> waved and smiled but never stopped in.
>
> Then one day Robby stopped coming to our lessons.
>
> I thought about calling him but assumed because of his lack of ability,
> that he had decided to pursue something else. I also was glad that he
> stopped coming He was a bad advertisement for my teaching!
>
>
>
> Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on the
> upcoming recital. To my surprise Robby (who received a flyer) asked me if
> he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current
> pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify. He said
> that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but
> he was still practicing. "Miss Hondorf I've just got to play!" he
> insisted.
>
>
>
> I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital. Maybe it was
> his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it
> would be all right. The night for the recital came. The high school
> gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives. I put Robby up
> last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and
> play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do would come
> at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance
> through my "curtain closer."
>
>
>
> Well, the recital went off without a hitch. The students had been
> practicing and it showed. Then Robby came up on stage. His clothes were
> wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an eggbeater through it. "Why
> didn't he dress up like the other students?" I thought. "Why didn't his
> mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?"
>
>
> Robby pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he
> announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C Major. I was not
> prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys, they
> even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo.
> From allegro to virtuoso. His suspended chords that Mozart demands were
> magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played so well by people his age.
> After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone
> was on their feet in wild applause.
>
>
>
> Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby in
> joy. "I've never heard you play like that Robby! How'd you do it? "
> Through the microphone Robby explained: "Well Miss Hondorf .. .. remember
> I told you my Mom was sick? Well, actually she had cancer and passed away
> this morning. And well . she was born deaf so tonight was the first time
> she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special."
>
>
> There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from
> Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster care,
> noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy and I thought to myself
> how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil.
>
>
>
> No, I've never had a prodigy but that night I became a prodigy. . . of
> Robby's. He was the teacher and I was the pupil For it is he that taught
> me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself and
> maybe even taking a chance in someone and you don't know why.
>
>
> Robby was killed in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal
> Building in Oklahoma City in April of 1995. And now, a footnote to the
> story.
>
>
> If you are thinking about forwarding this message, you are probably
> thinking about which people on your address list aren't the "appropriate"
> ones to receive this type of message. The person who sent this to you
> believes that we can all make a difference. So many seemingly trivial
> interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we act with
> compassion or do we pass up that opportunity and leave the world a bit
> colder in the process?
>
>
> You know the choice I made. Thank you for reading this
> May God bless you today tomorrow and always

Dawn Heartbreak (Speechless)

For some unknown reasons, I awoke at 1am today. As usual, I reached for my phone even before I get up. And that, I realized, was a grave mistake for it ruined my entire day in a snap.


There was this guy who was in the euphoric stage of love with me. I can't say I don't like him because I find his efforts (and physique) cute (and attractive). My hopes to him went TOO high which was I realized this dawn, as a stupid one. He failed my test of faithfulness, I let it pass. He "unintentionally" hurt me, I didn't mind. He retreated from our deal, that I can't let go. So I, indirectly, said goodbye to him just to see his reaction. And I just felt the feeling I hate the most--disappointment.


Days and weeks passed without communication until I decided to give him a call before sleeping but again, he didn't answer it so I called it a night. And this dawn, as I read the texts messages I received last night as I sleep, I came across one that came from him. He apologized for not being able to answer my call last night. I was about to exhale a sigh of relief when I read the signature of his text. It read "love.zero.six... -Rhon-Jhane."


I knew I jump into conclusion right after without even asking him what does that mean. But  I am not that naive to not get the heartbreaking news. For those weeks that we didn't communicate, he found a GIRLFRIEND! The latter broke my heart. Yes, he disappoint me. Yes, there was no hope for the two of us to be US. Yes, (I think) he doesn't love me that much. Yes, I knew from the start that he doesn't mean his promises. Yes, I knew he was just in euphoria. But I cannot deny the fact that knowing he found a girlfriend in just few weeks, wrecked my heart. I cannot deny the fact that I was once again, left hanging. Yes, he loves me . . . but just to that extent.


And there I was, unable to go back to sleep and singing a Lady Gaga song that I recently came to love--Speechless.  it goes like this...


I can't believe what you said to me
Last night when we were alone
You threw your hands up
Baby you gave up, you gave up

I can't believe how you looked at me
With your James Dean glossy eyes
In your tight jeans with your long hair
And your cigarette stained lies

Could we fix you if you broke?
And is your punch line just a joke?

I'll never talk again
Oh boy you've left me speechless
You've left me speechless, so speechless

And I'll never love again,
Oh boy you've left me speechless
You've left me speechless, so speechless

I can't believe how you slurred at me
With your half wired broken jaw
You popped my heart seams
On my bubble dreams, bubble dreams

I can't believe how you looked at me
With your Johnnie Walker eyes
He's gonna get you and after he's through
There's gonna be no love left to rye

And I know that it's complicated
But I'm a loser in love
So baby raise a glass to mend
All the broken hearts
Of all my wrecked up friends

I'll never talk again
Oh boy you've left me speechless
You've left me speechless so speechless

I'll never love again,
Oh friend you've left me speechless
You've left me speechless, so speechless

How?
Haaaa-oooo-wow?
H-ooow?
Wow

Haaaa-oooo-wow?
H-ooow?
Wow

And after all the drinks and bars that we've been to
Would you give it all up?
Could I give it all up for you?

And after all the boys and girls that we've been through
Would you give it all up?
Could you give it all up?

If I promise boy to you
That I'll never talk again
And I'll never love again
I'll never write a song
Won't even sing along

I'll never love again
So speechless
You left me speechless, so speechless
Why you so speechless, so speechless?

Will you ever talk again?
Oh boy, why you so speechless?
You've left me speechless so speechless

Some men may follow me
But you choose "death and company"
Why you so speechless? Oh oh oh 

Potter mania forever!

Here comes the last installation of the worldwide phenomenon!
HARRY POTTER and the DEATHLY HALLOWS PART2 premiers on July 15 here in the Philippines! I can't hide my excitement already! haha!
I watched all harry potter movies from HPSS/HPPS to HPDH1 all over again to refresh my mind for the last part!
It's amazing how an innocent child will come into a deadly battle in the end!
I remember the last time I watched HPDH1, I cried in my room as I look at  my HP mags! haha!
I just realized, I will miss the HP jargons! hahaha.

I will take this opportunity to say them again...
Hogwarts, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Dumbledore, Invisibility cloak, Quidditch, Nimbus, Firebolt, Diagon Alley, Muggles, witches, wizards, dementors, death eaters, He-who-musn't-be-named, Room of requirements, Platform 9 3/4, Crumpled-horned snorkack, goblins, house elves, bertie bott's every flavor bean, chocolate frog, Ministry of Magic, Minister of Magic, Animagus, Azkaban, Forbidden Forest, Avada Kedvra, Wingardium Leviosa, Monster book of Monsters, robes, cauldron, Hogwarts Express . . . gosh! i can go forever! hahaha..
Anyway, I will share to you photos of HP that I love.. note that i don't own any of these.

Gawd! I will miss going to theaters/movie houses just to watch the movie! T.T

I would to commend one of my inspiration in writing, J.K. Rowling, for a job super duper well excellent done!!!

Also, ofcourse i would like to extend my gratitude to the casts and crews of the film (especially the trio Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Wtson and Rupert Grint and super especially Evanna Lynch!)

Good luck to your future career!!

oh well, the movie might end as the books but the memory and the history will remain forever in the heart of all fans. . . and maybe some muggles too! haha

The Fabulous Killjoy's Love History/Cycle

Boy1: pwede manligaw?
Killjoy: hinidi.
Boy1: bakit naman?
Killjoy: kasi inc ako at katoliko ka.
Boy1: eh ano naman ngayon?
Killjoy: bawal yun.
Boy1: wala naman religion sa love eh...
Killjoy: ang korni mo.
Boy1: wala naman sa'kin kung anong religion ka eh..
Killjoy: kung gusto mo talaga, mag-inc ka..
Boy1: sure.

After 6 months, naglaho ng parang bula si Boy 1. Few days later . . .

Boy2: mahal kita. . . mahal na mahal.. pwede manligaw?
Killjoy: hindi pwede.
Boy2: ha? bakit?
Killjoy: kasi inc ako at katoliko ka. Bawal sa religion.
Boy2: pwede naman nating i-try e..
Killjoy: di nga pwede.

After some months, nawala sa scene si Boy2. Few weeks later . . .

Boy3: ganda mo no, pwedeng manligaw?
Killjoy: hindi pwede sa katoliko.
Boy3: ganun ba. . . bakit di muna natin i-try? bf/gf pa lang naman diba?
Killjoy: kahit na..

And the history repeats on and on and on up to the present... but then the main reason of the fabulous killjoy is that she loves the Boy1 so much that she waited for him and didn't entertain anyone. Well, the religion thing is true though..

However, when the killjoy finally regained herself, finally freed herself from the trance, finally moved on, finally  ready to love again, the bitter love history continued.

Boy number i-lost-track-of-the-number-already-so-it's-nth: I like you..
Killjoy: thanks, i like myself too.. *kinikilig*
Boy nth: seryoso ako...
Killjoy: seryoso din naman sagot ko ah.
Boy nth: gusto talaga kita...
Killjoy: oh anong gusto mong mangyare?
Boy nth: pwedeng manligaw?
Killjoy; hindi.. bawal sa religion. *automatic ang sagot but secretly hoping that he will not disappoint her*
Boy nth: ganon...
Killjoy: hay nako.. i know what's coming next. Wala ka ng gana no?
Boy nth: bakit naman ako mawawalan ng gana?
Killjoy: eh syempre laging ganyan ang mga lalaki pag sinasabi ko yun. They say okay, but then mawawala nalang sila bigla.
Boy nth: i'm the exception.
Killjoy: we can be friends..
Boy nth: friend?
Killjoy: kung gusto mo, mag-inc ka..
Boy nth: pano ba mag-inc?
*the killjoy explained everything*
Killjoy: oh ano, gusto mo?
Boy nth: oo sige. para sayo gagawin ko yun.
Killjoy: gawin mo nalang, wag mo ng sabihin. *kinikilig*

After some months . . . Boy nth retracted his words. He still say that he loves the killjoy but he won't convert to inc anymore.
And the killjoy was left with a broken heart . . . again. . . for the nth time. Now you ask her why she is so cold in dealing with people? Of course it is not the fault of everyone that some boys are just BOYS, t's just that it's too much to handle by a weak, fragile heart. It's just that no one has REALLY proved their love is TRUE yet.

And that is the fabulous love history/cycle of the fabulous killjoy. Want to add spices? Join the club then!

SONG OF THE MONTH

Anyone of Us (Stupid Mistake)
By Gareth Gates

I’ve been letting you down, down
Girl I know I’ve been such a fool
Giving in to temptation
When I should’ve played it cool
The situation got out of hand
I hope you understand

[chorus]
It can happen to..
Anyone of us, anyone you think of
Anyone can fall
Anyone can hurt someone they love
Hearts will break
’cause I made a stupid mistake
It can happen to..
Anyone of us, say you will forgive me
Anyone can fail
Say you will believe me
I can’t take my heart will break
’cause I made a stupid mistake
A stupid mistake

She was kind of exciting
A little crazy I should’ve known
She must have altered my senses
’cause I offered to walk her home
The situation got out of hand
I hope you understand

[chorus]

A stupid mistake
She means nothing to me
(nothing to me)
I swear every word is true
Don’t wanna lose you


This is the result of me being a super melodramatic fool! losing people I love!
>_<

The TEACHER's PRAYER

Lord in Heaven, help me never to forget the beauty in a little child.

Never let me forget the wonder and trust and yearning in their bright, twinkling eyes.

Help me to remember that I am shaping the lives of future generations.

And though I am unworthy of this precious charge, give me the the strength to be the best model scholar and the best Christian example that I can possible be.

Give me love to overcome adversity.
Give me patience to overcome trials.
Give me wisdom to overcome my shortcomings.
Give me faith to overcome my dark hours.

And as I find my rest tonight, help me to love my pupils and to remember them in my prayers.

Give me strength equal to tomorrow's task, for I depend on you alone, just as my pupils depend on me.

dream diary entry (+ interpretation)

AUGUST 5, 2010

THE DREAM:

I dreamed I live in the town where my special friend lives. I borrowed something from him. He came to my "house" using his bike to get the thing back. But he wasn't speaking or talking at all so I didn't mind him 'till he got mad and leave. I ran after him and apologized. I talked to him for a while, he was dragging his bike along. What we were talking about? FISHES! haha! It was weird because everything was so clear---the place, my house, even the way we talk is so natural! he gave me a ride home afterwards. When I got home, my mom said with gritted teeth, "Wag kang makikipag-close sa lalaking 'yun". There, my dream ended with me wondering why I shouldn't be close with him! haha.

 THE SYMBOLS and their INTERPRATATION:

>SPECIAL FRIEND:

>HOUSE:

To see a house in your dream, represents your own soul and self.  To see a new house in your dream, indicates that you are entering into a new phase or new area in your life. You are becoming more emotionally mature.

>BICYCLE:

To dream that you are riding tandem in a bicycle, suggests that you are more accepting with aspects of yourself or of your partner that you have previously rejected.

>FISHES:

To see fish swimming in your dream, signifies insights from your unconscious mind.  Thus to catch a fish, represents insights which have been brought to the surface.

>MOTHER:

To see your mother in your dream, represents the nurturing aspect of your own character. To dream that you are having a conversation with your mother, denotes a matter that has preoccupied your mind and you are not sure how to deal with it in your waking life. It indicates unresolved problems that need to be worked out with your mother. 

 

>RUNNING AFTER (CHASE DREAMS):

If you are the one doing the chasing, then the dream may highlight your drive and ambition to go after something you want. Or perhaps the dream suggests that you are falling behind and having to catch up with everyone else.

There, there, share your brilliant explanation with me! :')

EMOTERANG *bitter na* BEST FRIEND

Sweet words. Exchange of 'I love you' and/or 'I miss you'. Countless sleepless nights just because of texting each other. Care that exceeds expectation. All of these sweet scenes are nothing but for "BEST FRIENDS".


 Of course, you're best friends that's why sweet sya sa'yo! Pero di naman ikaw nasa isip n'ya kapag wala s'yang ginagawa eh. *tagalog bigla?* Di naman ikaw naaalala nya paggising nya sa umaga at bago s'ya matulog sa gabi.Di naman s'ya kinikilig kapag ikaw naggigreet sa kanya. Di naman ikaw yung ibinibida n'ya sa mga kaibigan n'ya eh. AT lalong hindi din naman ikaw yung INSPIRASYON n'ya.
 

 Buti sana kung ikaw yung THE ONE. THE ONE na iniiyakan n'ya kapag di s'ya naalala. THE ONE na konti na lang magpakamatay kakaprotekta sa kanya. THE ONE na gusto n'ya yumakap sakanya tuwing nilalamig s'ya.




BUTI SANA KUNG IKAW YUN, edi sana kahit ISANG REPLY man lang sa mga milyong texts o notifications sa fb mo eh naka-receive ka!  Pero hindi eh. isang napakalaking HINDI EH !dahil eto ka lang oh: BEST FRIEND.


Kaya ang masasabi ko, wag masyadong mahulog,
 wag masyadong ASSUMING, wag masyadong MASAKTAN, wag masyadong UMIYAK. Di naman dapat eh.


Di naman na-aacknowledge. Dahil best friend ka lang--sandalan sa mga panahon ng kalumbayan, tagapakinig ng malupet n'yang love story/life, taga sabi ng "Ayos lang yan", "Dito naman kaming KAIBIGAN mo eh", etc. dahil 'YUN KA LANG!

Always be there for him/her na lang. Everybody needs a friend like you, so be it!

BEST FRIEND!

Jane-Emily addiction!

 The last week of my summer was thrilled by this AWESOME book. I know I love a book whenever I can't get my self off it--and that is just what happened with me as soon as I held this one. I was all cocky whenever I have to do something else--that includes household chores.

Unlike some books I've read, I didn't find the beginning of Jane-Emily BORING! It actually fascinated me instantly plus the season is summer so I can relate to the story very much!

Here is the first few lines of the story.


"There are times when the midsummer sun strikes cold, and when the leaping flames of a hearth fire give no heat. Times when the chill within us comes not from fears we know, but from fears unknown-and forever unknowable."


What else . . . hmm... oh there, I love Jane and Louisa! I can see a great deal of similarity between me and Louisa so I like her. I have a little girl cousin named Jane and we are best buds, so whenever the book mentions Jane, I picture my cousin doing what's written in the book. And I think it's close to reality! LOL! XD


The setting is perfect too. The mansion in the midst of the garden looks majestic and so Gothic! haha!

 In the end, I realized, I don't hate Emily, I'm actually scared of her! hahaha! I'm scared of what she ( a clever little selfish girl) could do! LOL!


 

Emily was a selfish, willful, hateful child who died before her thirteenth birthday. But that was a long time ago.

Jane is nine years old and an orphan when she and her young Aunt Louisa come to spend the summer at Jane’s grandmother’s house, a large, mysterious mansion in Massachusetts. Then one day . . . Jane stares into a reflecting ball in the garden—and the face that looks back at her is not her own.

Many years earlier, a child of rage and malevolence lived in this place. And she never left. Now Emily has dark plans for little Jane—a blood-chilling purpose that Louisa, just a girl herself, must battle with all her heart, soul, and spirit . . . or she will lose her innocent, helpless niece forever.

MEET THE AUTHOR:
Patricia Clapp was born in Boston and attended the Columbia University School of Journalism. Her first novel, Constance: A Story of Early Plymouth, was a runner-up for the 1969 National Book Award for Children's Literature. Her other books include, I'm Deborah Sampson, King of the Dollhouse, Dr. Elizabeth, and Jane-Emily. She describes herself as primarily "a theatre person"; she has worked with her community theatre for over forty years and still writes and directs plays for children. The grandmother of ten and great-grandmother of one, Ms. Clapp lives in Upper Montclair, New Jersey. 




Oh please don't think I'm over reacting. Just read it and let's see what you can say... but of course there, there, I highly recommend this! hahaha!

Welcome to my Life

Yo!

It's actually my first time to write a blog. 

Hmmm . . . let's see what'll happen.

My blog revolves around my world. So there, you've got a hint, we'll talk mostly (if not all the time) about the stuffs that can be found in my world. 

Stuffs like fashion (I really love dressing up), 

love the electric pleats

just look at the dresses, okay? :')

super like!

watta big star!

dream shoes!

love the outfit!

comfy

Japanese harujuku fashion!

color the day!

anime/ Japanese culture (Em really interested with Japanese culture . . . and other related things),

movies (the savior of my summer!), 

music (of course! I would never survive without it! especially rock music), photography (this is the coolest thing next to literature and music),

my beloved GERARD WAY!!

MY beloved CHEMICAL ROMANCE

literature (this is my soul! seriously), 

ghostgirl by Tonya Hurley: highly addictive!

Harry Potter is the best!!

and other random stuffs that would pass by my bittersweet world . . .  

L-O-V-E included! Lol !!

Let's love our lives!

keep the fire of YOUTH burning!