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.