Friday, December 28, 2007

My two cents...

I haven't been writing since forever, and receiving a little message saying "thank you for your writing" is maybe the best surprise I could dream about :)

The way I write.... I think there is no surprise, no magic trick, no secret. I write about things I know, or that touches me... In what I write, there is always me, of course. I think you have to be at least a bit narcissist to write. Behind the writing, which is a liberating act per se, there is the secret hope, or the open hope, to be read, to be acknowledged, and, to be loved.

If, by our writing, we can go as far as touching people, and bringing them a little piece of smile, then, even better :)


I wrote this little nothing for two reason : 1° I love writing about a fictional me, and her real husband. 2) I wanted to thank elder for his Christmas tale, that was maybe the biggest forum surprise I ever had. I should have said, reason 1) and reason 1), there is no hierarchy between those two reasons.

I seen that little story in my mind, I am happy to have written it the way I felt it.

Doc... I just read your PM, and I disconnected... I am sorry about that, but I feel like I owe you an explanation... I don't know how to react to such mark of gratitude and friendship, I just do not have the words myself... If I hide behind inuchan's words, then it becomes easier, maybe it's the shyness still in me, I do not know...

Take care always, Doc, my friend.... If one day you read these words, know that you are a person I highly appreciate the advice of, and the personality :) I never got the chance to meet you, but you are part of those real people that makes me want to be a better person :)


Sis, you rule :)




mahal kita, kahit magkalayo kayo ^^

Saturday, December 15, 2007

happysad


from an Imessenger discussion:

ichiban:"we cannot say we are happy or sad. true happiness is hindered by our daily worries, and true sadness does not befall us : i cannot say i am sad when i have the man of my life near me, and a happy life, by world's standard"
ichiban: "i am fine, i am tired, i am less happy, or a bit sad"
ichiban: "but i am never in a state i call desperate. i leave that to real people in need, or drama queens. not for me, sorry"
ichiban: hehe
ichiban: ym:P

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

work-in-progress...

Maybe I better erase it all.... I cannot finish this... *siiiiiiiigh*


Hate me
(Wednesday, 1 »th march, 2007 /***’s status)


-Why don’t you just go away and hate me ?

His words had taken her aback with such violence she could feel Goosebumps slowly creeping down her spine. Even the hot coffee couldn’t completely ease the feeling of guilt she now felt. How did it all come to that situation, how had they fallen so far apart each other?

She swallowed her tears, as well as her pride. A little voice inside her was whispering she couldn’t save the whole universe, easing the misery and sorrows of each sad soul. He was special to her allright. But was she special in any way to him?

The coffee felt warm and bitter to the mouth. A bit like life at times. Not a honey-sweetened herbal tea, just a black, strong thing you had to swallow entirely. She smiled. Even now she felt the urge to make a whole story out of it. She was helpless, wasn’t she?

What was no fiction though, was the literally desperate look in his eyes. Just a flicker, buried deep down under the hatred, the loathed feelings. Was it towards her only? Or did he aimed all those feelings toward him?

She couldn’t say, she admitted. Knowing him for too little time, not even sure what she would do would help.

- OK. I’ll do that. Remember I am still around if you need me.

She then had left. Fighting against the urge of turning back, watching him go away, or maybe hoping for him watching her. She had reached the next Starbucks in what seemed like ages. When she turned away, the crowd had swallowed him up entirely.

Where had he gone, she couldn’t tell. Maybe going back home. Or walking around, maybe he was near. She poured some milk in the coffee, soothing both taste and warmth. Near the cup (caffe latte, yes just that, please), her cellphone. No call. No texts. She sighed, and took one more sip.

Maybe it was really life like. Getting bitter, and angry, but finally we all know the anger would recede. Until the next surge of course, but it wasn’t a permanent state, was it? She smiled, and finished the sweet, almost cold beverage. She frowned a bit. She definitely didn’t like sugar in her caffe, latte or not.

Friday, December 07, 2007

Marie Digby

A friend of mine sent me those young singer/songwriter's covers of "Umbrella" and "Gimme more"...


It's Bluffing !

The young lady is half Japanese/half Irish, learns her songs by heart (no tabs!), and is preparing an upcoming album :)


All the best to you Marie, you are really talented !!!



her homepage : http://www.myspace.com/mariedigby 

Monday, November 05, 2007

Saturday, October 27, 2007

to my friend Tammy :)

"Each friend represents
a world in us,
a world possibly not born
until they arrive,
and it is only by this meeting
that a new world is born."

- Anais Nin

Friday, October 26, 2007

nothing much to say...







...nothing much to say today...
...more to read more to love...
...and a world or two to conquer...





 

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Eye to Eye


"I come to you and you see me whole", he says."You love me all the way around the equator and not just for some story I wrote. When your door closes and the world's outside, we're eye to eye"


Stephen King (Lisey's story)

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Sunday, August 12, 2007

I just want to go home

I feel stressed about tomorrow and afraid of any possible failure (again). All I want is going back home, but it is 10,000 km from here.

So far and I feel so lonely I could cry.





But I am a big girl, and big girls don’t cry.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Little things that make me wonder

Reading a post today about how men and women are different, I came to the appalling conclusion that, I am a man inside… Go figure: I hate shopping for clothes, hate restrooms gathering, hate commercials on TV, have my CDs sorted out by alphabetical order and – horrendous – I hate above all girly-girly gathering where all we do is chatting and saying bad things about other people.
For that last part, I can manage all by myself, thank you.

I also read somewhere that women are better for the language (ok), and that men write less? Errr…. Excuse me? Ever heard about Emile Zola, Marcel Proust or Honoré de Balzac??? Now those men could write, and pretty well, on top of that !

I am somewhat TIRED of all those little clichés everyone agrees with, with a little giggle, and checking if , yes , they do belong… I don’t belong, that’s clear, or maybe at times I do… But I refuse to trap myself inside a cage of ideas, as golden and shiny as they are ^^


Men and women are different of course, and Thank God they are. Because I guess that after 50 years of marriage (yes I am straight and pro-wedding and proud of it =p), their difference make they still have things to share together ;)




Okay, more girl-serious-matters now…where did I put my cellphone(s)?

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Fear of darkness

yet another short story by yours truly...


Fear of darkness.
(Sunday 11st , March, 2007 feeling sad and missing you)



Inuchan could feel the cold hands slowly closing around her throat.

Please don’t let him kill me, please don’t let him kill me…

She could feel the deep breathing, and the smell of dirt and rotten things, the kind of what you can smell in old cemeteries…She gathered all her strengths and screamed at the top of her lungs, screamed again and again, feeling warm tears rushing down her cheek, wetting the hands of her opponent (but was he real anyway), screaming until she could awaken Death itself…

Inuchan stood up in a start. Out of breath, a mute scream on her lips. Sweating. In the silence of their room. No one but darkness… She struggled with the sheets, felt for her throat….nothing more than her own hands feeling the skin. Nothing, well almost nothing…. Thin silver streaks of hair, locked in what seemed tears….She hastily brushed them away, hoping for the sensation of oppression to go away too.

It was just a dream, silly, just a DREAM.

She calmed down a bit, before groping for his body… There it was still sound asleep. She reached for his arm, smooth and warm. Please Mon, wake up….The silent prayer, the will to wake him up, but not doing it on purpose…Please do not let me all alone, not now, I feel too weak in the middle of the night…. She panicked. Tears were about to well out again. She stood up, grasping for the bed cover. Wrapping it around her shaking body, she groped her way out of the room. She needed some air, or at least a glass of water.

Inuchan made a halt in the bathroom first. The neon light made her head hurt a bit more, bluntly showing her ravaged face, the remains of tears and the messy, silvery hair. She faintly smiled. This is what you get for being an immortal. Not a single wrinkle, but silver hair permanently. Nothing to worry about really.. No need for day creams, I should be the luckiest Han… err girl in the world… She opened the tap, and let the cold water flow in her hands. Pale, slender hands, that had killed much more than embraced. Hands that were at least at peace, for a while. She washed her face with the cold liquid, and it made the fever of her cheeks go away for a while. Still, the haunted look in her golden eyes. The man was still there, hidden in her brain, his strong hands lurking for her throat…. She choked a bit. Felt a reeking sensation in the middle of her stomach and ran for the toilet bowl.

Get up, sissy. Only weaklings get to puke because of the fear…

Inuchan startled.

Fear? Me? NO WAY !!!

She flushed, then stood up, carefully avoiding the mirror. Cold water again, this time in a glass. Long, silent gulps of icy liquid. Just a dream, and nothing else. This water was real, nothing else. Those neon lights were real, nothing else.

Now the best thing to do would be going back to bed, before Mon woke up. He had a funny way of sensing if anything was wrong. He could snore at heart’s content, spread over the bed like a cute and powerful wizard he was, but the tiniest strange noise would wake him up in no time. Inuchan sighed. The room meant the comfort of his body….but also the possible coming back of the dream (Was it just a dream anyway?).

She picked the bed cover up, wrapped herself inside,

This is your Coat of Arm, you Mighty Warrior…



and switched out the lights. I dare you walking down that hall up to the kitchen, and don’t dare switching on the light of that hall, you are not a kid anymore. And besides Han…Err though girls aren’t afraid of darkness.

She thus walked, repeating at each steps that “darkness was just the absence of light”.

Mon please wake up now, and hold me tight, and make me giggles like you always do….

Kitchen.
Empty, silent, no monsters, even in the cupboards.
No big deal, really.
She opened the glass window-door, leading up to the balcony of their apartment. From there, she could see the shimmering lights of the city. A city that never slept. She gazed at the tiny orange spots, her ears twitching at a distant engine roar. The digital clock near the door flashed 3h23 am in green numbers. Morning had never seemed so far away….. She shivered, and closed the door. Silence again.

Inuchan’s senses were all awoken though. She could have sworn she had felt a presence. Not him, please not that man. A worried voice was pleading in the deepest of her heart. She felt the urge to curl up under the table, and hide under that bed spread, yes, that was the best thing to do. And if she closed her eyes tight enough the darkness would vanish. The switch was too far away for her to reach it anyway. Mon, I am begging you please wake up, please call me up, please.

Footsteps in the hall.
She crouched near the table, trembling.


Then a flooding of light, setting the kitchen to what it was: a kitchen, and herself to who she was : a girl crouching on the cold tiles of an innocent kitchen.

-Honey? What are you doing on the floor? Asked a bemused, though slightly worried Mon.

She stood up, letting go of the bed spread. Instant relief had replaced the insane terror. The next thing she knew she was in her arms.

-But what…

-Nothing, she whispered. Nothing. It was just a bad dream.

His arms around her shaking body that shook no more, her face buried deep in his chest, now the whole world could stumble, she wouldn’t care a single bit. I am ok now, please bring me back to bed.

-You had a bad dream again?

A nod.

-You feel better now?

Another nod.

-Want me to make a baby to you on the kitchen table?

Inuchan giggled. Raised up her head for the first time, and met his puzzled, but loving gaze. His smile, followed by a kiss.

She grinned.

-Chiche?

sickness

i am sick
sick
sick

because of the weather

silly rain


washing my strenghts away...... ah the soft realm of a bed....

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Nathalie

There is a picture I’d really wanna find back. There are three girls on this picture, two of them standing near a wooden table, facing the camera, and a third one perched on a wooden stool, her head is slightly down, her hair pouring down on her shoulders. Of the blonde girl standing next to me, I have no news since a good 12 years… Of the girl perched on the stool, I just waved her goodbye tonight.

At age 8, the three of us were best buddies ever, almost soul mates. The little blonde one, Sophie, never got on well with the little Brunette, Nathalie, and yours truly was often caught in between. But all in all, when get along well, the way kids do.We had the same dreams, the same fantasy running wild, and the three of us loved unicorns. The stories we created, then lived, made us famous and got us the reputation of “special girls “ (this is the kind rendition). We were gonna marry brothers, and live in twin houses, nothing could separate us, never.

Then life separated us.

As it often does.

I kept contacts with Nathalie the Brunette, however, and despite our lives now so different, I must say that she never, ever forgot me. Never. Up to this day, when she came along and gave my folks and I an invitation for her wedding next September.

She appeared in a simple way, in the courtyard. I was reading a book, perched in a stone, and it took me a while to remember her. Shame, I know. The young lady I had seen a year ago had now grown her hair a bit. How could I forgot her green eyes, I still cannot understand. She said hello, and suddenly all the memories were back at once. It was as if I had seen her about yesterday. So far, yet so close. So close, yet so far.

I feel stupid sometimes, for not being able of linking the people that matter to me, of assuming too fast they forget me, when it’s not. Trust more, and worry less. Because, after worries are gone, all that is left is nothing but void. Friendship is too precious, too fragile to be swept away like this.

I’ll be there on September 15th, and its gonna be Her Day, and I’ll be there to celebrate. I hope I can atone myself for all those years when I lost the contact, for all those years wasted by my fault. She came to me like the friend she has always been, honest and sincere. She shared all my childhood secrets, from saint seya to ghosts stories, from drawings to building treehouses, never judging. She was the brains and I was the happy follower, jumping along her stories like a twin mind. Hey, we even looked alike when kids.

I’ll be the fantasy elf, still dreaming of unicorns, attending the wedding of a princess, radiant in her white gown and castle upon the hill.

Be blessed always, Nathalie 

testing new template

Guess I was fed up with all this black and all this gloom.... 

say Hello to Hobbes, and to Calvin, down the page ;) 

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Grima Lowe Cathedral

something of a short story I wrote a while ago....



Grima Lowe Cathedral



The shock had been so strong that Serra had fallen with a thud in the cold stone pavement. How long did the fall last, she could not say. Was it days, hours, or only minutes? Her brain refused to tell, either. For all she knew, she was alive, and it seemed like a miracle. Her head dizzied by pain, she remained on her back, one of her wing lying askew on the floor. She extended her right arm, and her fingertips brushed past cold metal. The steel of her Blade, her faithful companion… But would she need it again? Around her, there was only silence, the one that announces defeat, she knew. But it was an eerie silence, too, and somehow she would have preferred an explosion of screams, or the Earth opening under her body… Anything but that silence…
She opened her eyes at last, and she repressed a cry of awe. Hundreds of colors were dancing in the space, sunshine streaming through unseen veils, making dust glow like golden sparks, and in the distance she could make out figures of ancient gods and demons….She blinked once or twice, then consciousness slowly drifted back. The battle without mercy and her foolish thinking about beating a Legendary Angel…trampled she got, yes, and with panache… Akroma hadn’t even hesitated once, she could even see her little smile before she attacked. “Fool, surrender now, you know you cannot do anything against me…”. Serra had said no, it was too late, she had to try and beat the odds. Then, there had been a tremendous shock, oh yes, and a noise like shattering glasses. Then…
She moves her right arm again, trying to at least sit down. A searing pain in her left shoulder pinned her back to the ground. Broken wing so it seemed. What a miracle to be still alive… But all in all, what was this strange place? Was it the antechamber of Hell already? She carefully tried to sit down again, grabbing the hilt of her sword and using it like a clutch. This done, she checked herself for any more damage. Glass shards had cut her skin in many places, but it seemed that her falling backward had prevented more severe wounds. Her Blade was broken, her Shield lost, as for her battle suit, it had suffered a lot too…
Her vision clearing up a bit, she then took a better look around her, and what she saw left her puzzled. The place looked like a room, but of dimensions she had never seen before. The arched ceiling was towering a good hundred meters above, sustained by slender pillars. Broken splinters were coming from what seemed like benches, all aligned from bottom to end, all looking in the same direction, facing a cross where a man suffered in silence. The walls were decorated with what looked like huge windows, made of millions and millions of colored glass, and Serra took another look at the images painted over there…Was it the places some humans went to praise their God? As she raised her head, she noticed a wide patch of light, right up above. The window she had crashed in, when landing here, she mused. It was nothing but a hole now, through which sunshine was flowing in.

“I guess angels are feminine then?”

Serra jumped up at the voice. Impossible. There was life in here? She squinted her eyes and made out the small figure of a man, sitting in the nearest , unbroken bench.

“You can say I am”, Serra smiled. “But now I look more like a fallen demon than anything angel, or even female”.

The man cautiously approached, but she couldn’t sense any fear or hatred, neither compassion nor sympathy, just a positive, inquisitive attitude. She relaxed a bit, but kept the hilt of her Blade not too far away. It felt useless though, the weapon having an funny fading, transparent aspect. The man stood up and approached her.

“Are you the resident evil of this place?”, she asked.

This time, the man smiled back this. “I am a priest”, he said. “Welcome to the Grima Lowe Catedral. Some may say I am a devil, but I never harmed anyone so far… May I ask you how you came crashing inside the House of my Lord?”

He stretched out a hand and Serra grabbed it, painfully standing up. The broken Blade felt with a soft thud, before vanishing completely…Soon, all her suit vanished, leaving only her white robes and cloak. And her wings, one of which now hung painfully, getting her off balance. She smiled tentatively, as the realization slowly made her way to her mind. Not only Akroma had trampled and beaten her down, but she had kicked her off the Magic World. She had landed in this human place, where people still believe in angels. How ironic, she thought, I am not even certain I am what they call angels anyway.

“Can your Lord offering some shelter to a fallen angel for a while then?” She asked.” Just the time for my wing to heal?”

The priest smiled again. “I think He wouldn’t mind”. He gently helped her toward the door.

As their steps echoed in the huge walls of the Cathedral, Serra could have sworn she had heard a faint music. Not entirely heavenly, not exactly human, it seemed to bathe the whole place with peace of mind... Even the shattered glass seemed to vanish, the wooden benches to mend, the hole-window filling again with images and legends, as if worked by magic…

Even her wing seemed to heal, as she and the priest made their way to the huge entrance door. Maybe, outside, a new beginning was waiting for her. Where there wouldn’t be no Akroma and no fights anymore.

Could this be the Heaven of Angels?


By Ichiban, 21st, June, 2007

Monday, July 09, 2007

The Wheel of Time


Twice and Twice shall he be marked
Twice to live and twice to die
Once the Heron to set his Path
Twice the Heron to name him true
Once the Dragon for remembrance lost
Twice the Dragon for the price he must pay



Saturday, July 07, 2007

LOL

seems like i am still alive and that this place is not dead yet....


am i still willing to blog? i wonder...




have a nice day everyone!

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Insomnia

I am a paranoid, insomniac, stressaholic person.

If you drop at my place by night, you will certainly find me into deep reading by moonlight, sipping a cup of warm cinnamon tea, or wondering in the darkness about possible and terrifying evil plan set against my person by Fate itself than happy sleeping, cuddled under the blankets with a baby-like smile on my face?

I plead guilty, I am a bad sleeper to the bones.

It all may have started by a fair night of summer, when grasshoppers were far more common around my house than concrete or houses. I lived days of bliss after days of bliss, and night of reading after night of reading. I was a child, maybe 8 years old, and had no other worries than living day after day. Night and its peaceful darkness were like a comfortable chair I enjoyed to cuddles in, with a lamp torch as faithful companion. Came a day when I decided to assist to a “white night” as we say in French. That’s what you call insomnia in my place. I never seen white sky of course, maybe one or two stars, before giving up, exhausted, around midnight.

Teenagers day came too fast. We moved from countryside to suburbia. Hopefully music appeared and soothed that clumsiness in me. Hopefully again, books hadn’t deserted, on the contrary, they started invade my territory, one by one. One night I decided not to sleep at all. This was going to be my particularity. From The-girl-who-wears-ugly-glasses, I was going to be The-girl-who-never-sleeps-more-than-6 hours. I was a scorched poet, my soul was filled with Poe’s and Baudelaire’s paradises. I could swear I sensed their distress more than anyone else, and without Absynth. A last, I could control a part of my life, well, my night. No one could ever take that away from me, never.

It went ok until college days. I was top ranking in every single classes but mathematics (they never agreed on my theories that’s why). But college…The love of darkness turned into the hatred of the alarm clock. I used to give up, exhausted, at 3 am, to wake up 4 hours later even more tired than the previous days. I was a zombie, and as soon as night was falling upon the city which now provided my nights with tramways clattering instead of silence. Orange lights were burning my windows, and I started at their neverending shadows with ghostly eyes. Night had betrayed me, and for the first time I had to take medicine against its powers.

Came working days. And a better sleep, due to cold and physical exhaustion. Then came illness, which transformed even day into sleepy times.

Worst was yet to arrive. It roughly started around October, to be at its highest in February. My life at a standstill was gonna change, dragging old habits into new ones, leaving old friends and meeting new ones. I dreaded rejection, a feeling of loneliness despite being bathed in love 24/24h by my fiancé. Insomnia had became synonym of emotional stress, countless questions about would-I-fit-in and what-do-they-think, and too many tears alike. Learning to let go again. Becoming the little child always smiling in the pictures, who could have become friends with a marble statue and have it laugh if she wanted to. Where has that little girl gone to? As I take potions after potions to ease the beating of my heart, and the panic crises that got me down about once or twice, I wish she could hold my hand again, and soothe all my fears away.
I wish she could transform the nightmares into peaceful dreams again.

So that insomnia becomes nothing but a memory….

Monday, January 29, 2007

2 years !




HAPPY 2 YEARS ANNIVERSARY 
TO US MAHAL KO !!!!!!!! 


Mahal kita
I love you
Je t'aime
Aishiteru yo !

 
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Monday, January 15, 2007

 I miss my friends so much, i miss my loved one so much...and it hurts so much....

I even miss the new ones , how I'd wish to be closer, a bit more part of their world... It's hard staying stranded here, with no one around...


So let's complain a bit here, there is so much sadness in me right now I have to let it go away a bit...
So don't blame me for the tears that are falling now... It gonna pass I know... tomorrow is another day so they say...


please God help me be strong....

Saturday, January 06, 2007

The way it all begun ^*^


From there...


January, 07, 2005

Inuchan
where are all the Stovinu threads gone.....

DAI's Apprentice
maybe deleted :dunno: you miss him?

Inuchan
nope some still exist in the kitkatjam..
kinda... it was always a challenge, because he knew how to outsmart me...

DAI's Apprentice
i see... so the hanyou can be outsmarted :rolling:

Inuchan
wanna play? :grin:


DAI's Apprentice
anou... :eyesroll: nahh.. :wave:

Inuchan
:wiggle:

















(thanks)

DAI's Apprentice
thanks :confused: for what? :grin:

Inuchan
i am not in a playing mood, today... :eyesroll:

DAI's Apprentice
hmm... dun worry i won't , never

Inuchan
honto ni?

DAI's Apprentice
well yeah... unless you want to? :dunno:

(later)

DAI's Apprentice
btw isn't french the language of love and flirting? :naughty:

Inuchan
that's what they say.... :grin: want me to teach you? ^______^

DAI's Apprentice
sure... onegai :bowdown: :bunlove:

Inuchan
what do you want to know? :grin:

DAI's Apprentice
errr... something like... "your eyes are beautiful" or "Your smile makes my day" :bigthumb:

Inuchan
let's go:
your eyes are beautiful: tes yeux sont magnifiques
your smile makes my day: ton sourire illumine ma journee (hmm...i took some liberty in the translation in here "your smile brightens my day" )
hee, ready to pimpin' around? :wink:

DAI's Apprentice
*takes note* :bunlove:
haha i agree on your translation... "makes my day" sounded a bit too... pimpy :rolling:
how about...
would you go out with me?
I love you, [name]... would you marry me?
no... pimpin's not my game... i'm just a harmless guy ya know :happy:

Inuchan
you smooth talker.... :wink:
aaaaaaanyway....
French talk, part 2
would you go out with me : "tu voudrais sortir avec moi ?" (this one is pretty familiar...what about "pourrait-on se revoir" (could we meet again), granted that it's not with an intention of staring at each other wink.gif )
i love you(...) would you marry me : Je t'aime (....) Veux-tu m'épouser? (more assertive in French, but the asking is the same)
:wave:

DAI's Apprentice
hold on... let me absorb those you posted inu, kinda hard pronouncin for me :eyesroll: :buncry:

Je t'aime (....) Veux-tu m'épouser? :bunlove: coool :bunlove:

Inuchan
@Apprentice: :bunpom:

DAI's Apprentice
I'm doing good, ne? :bunpom:
Je t'aime .... Veux-tu m'épouser? Je t'aime!!! Veux-tu m'épouser!? Je t'aime??? Veux-tu m'épouser!!!111 :bigthumb:

Inuchan
:rolling: :rolling: :rolling:
---where's the "stop" button? :rolling:

(later)

Btw, Apprentice...
How's the pronunciation job's doin'? :bigthumb:

DAI's Apprentice
terrible :buncry: Maybe I'm too asian for French language :buncry:

Inuchan
nani yo?
won't you teach me some Filipino (or whatever the accurate name is :blush: ), then? so that we'll be even? :bunspark:

DAI's Apprentice
Filipino Language is very easy to learn coz it doesn't have much pronounciations it's kinda like katakana and hiragana e.g. Bahala, halata, mahal, katorpehan, hiya, etc... :bigthumb:
still... i shall have the French tongue... maybe probably by French kiss? :rolling:

Inuchan
French kiss eh? that old joke again :rolling: :rolling:
does it resemble to Indonesian language?
can you teach me some? :bunspark:

DAI's Apprentice
Hmmm... yeah... what would you like? :bigthumb:
I LOVE YOU = MAHAL KITA <---Just pronounce like Katakana except for the "L" e.g. ma-, ha-, ki-,ta- :bigthumb:

Inuchan

:bunlove:
"maha' kita" no deshou?
so everything pronounce as in Japanese, but for the "L" sound that is never spoken?
what about:
i'm hungry (^ ^)
hello/goodbye
nice to meet you

DAI's Apprentice
ahaha no, what i meant was in Japanese when they say "Hat" it's pronounced as "hat-o" coz they don't have a single "T" whereas in Filipino language is quite similar to the way we pronounce english such as "Reprisal" is to "Mahal" :bigthumb:
I'm hungry := nagugutum(present tense of feeling hungry) ako(me)
Hello := (well, there's no direct translation or formal greeting here such as konnichiwa so anything from hi to hello will do)
Goodbye := Paalam(farewell)
Nice to meet you := Kinagagalak(being glad) kitang(the person you're talking to) makilala (to meet)
:bigthumb:

Inuchan
O.o
wow sounds completely new for me. Interests me a LOT !!! And how do you call that language? Filipino?
Is it the main language?
(erhm....could you record it for me? so that I get that "L" thingy right? Onegai? :bunspark: )
"kinagagalak kitang makilala", eh? reminds me of "selamat datang", in Bahasa Indonesia... but yours is far more complicated....^ ^

DAI's Apprentice
yes very similar to Indonesian language. Well it's called Filipino/Tagalog(which is the old fashioned version which i hate also coz it's difficult to grasp sad.gif )
yeah gonna record for you :bigthumb:
Well it isn't entirely the main language here... usually it's a mixture of both Filipino and English. In the corporate world here, English is the medium as with other countries as it is the world's standard language. But of course among friends we speak Filipino with a bit of English or the other way around. :bigthumb:
wanna play? :naughty: hehe kidding :grin

Inuchan
yay! :bunlove: i can record some French, if you want, for the pronunciation? ^ ^
i see... and is filipino your mothertongue, or both english and filipino?
wait 'till i grab some filipino textbook, and i'm your partner! :naughty: :rolling: (but for saying "hi", i won't be of no use, lol)

DAI's Apprentice
hai! do that! :bunpom: record! :bunpom:



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"After Dark" by Murakami Haruki

To all of you Murakami lovers, rejoice !!! His new novel, "After Dark", will be available this May on Amazon.com...

And for those luckily speaking French, you can already get it from Amazon.fr, its title being "LE Passage de la nuit".


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French edition here

English edition there


and a picture of the French cover ^^

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Friday, January 05, 2007

Counting Sheep

“We can, if we so choose, wander aimlessly over the continent of the arbitrary. Rootless as some winged seeds blown about on a serendipitous spring breeze.

Nonetheless, we can in the same breath deny that there is any such thing as coincidence. What’s done is done, what’s yet to be is clearly yet to be, and so on. In other words, sandwiched as we are between the “eerythign” that is behind us, and the “zero” that is beyond us, ours is a ephemeral existence in which there is neither coincidence nor possibility.

In actual practice, however, distinctions between the two interpretations amount to precious little. A state of affair (as with most face-offs between interpretations) not unlike calling the same food by two different names.”


Murakami Haruki, “A Wild sheep chase”

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Monday, January 01, 2007

Eh?

1) Why was 2006 a good year ? i am lucky having a family, and someone who loves me. Laugh it away if you want, but it is reall important to me.

2) What was the best moment this year ? my three weeks at Monmon's place *0*

3) The worst ? hmmmm....end of february, and october/november, even worse

4) Where were you, when 2006 began ? at home

5) With whom ? folks and friends

6) Where will you be next year ? you tell me

7) With whom ? i wannabe with him

8) will you have good resolutions for 2007 ? be a better person. a more positive one, too.

9) Have you followed your last year's good resolutions? Nope , since i didn't take any for 2006

10) Did you fall in love this year ? not this year but in the end of 2004, yes

11)If yes, who is he ? Monmon

12) Does he know it ? lol yes

13) Regrets ? lol no

14) And him ? hihi nope

15) Did you break up with someone this year ? no

16) Did you make new friends this year ? .... i guess?i hope...

17) who is your new best friend ? no "new best one".

18) what's your favorite month ? June. and June

19) Did you travel oversea this year ? yes dear !

20) How many countries ? three : the Philippines, France, and Germany

21) Did you lose something this year ? my job

22) Did you lose someone this year ? i felt like i had lost my best friend. she married this year, and don't get me wrong i am happy for her. but it was hard not feeling sad. i miss her, you see?

23) Best movie in 2006 ? The Myth, and Mon' knows why!

24) favorite song this year ? "Iris" amongst others, but this one has the strongest memories tied up with. and Saint Seya too ^_~

25) Which was your favorite Cd in 2006 ? Barbie Almalbis, Nina, Paolo Santos...

26) How many concerts have you been ? none. And i missed Bamboo's.

27) What was your favorite concert ? n/a

28) Did you drink a lot of alcoohol this year ? no

29) any drugs ? no

30) Slept how many times at someone else's house ? three weeks at Monmon's house. A few days in France and at Clairobsc's

31) Did you do something you're ashamed of, this year ? well, yes always. silly things i wish i never said...to my folks, to my loved ones... the usual bickering that ruin a good day...

33) Did you tell lies ? i lie to myself

34) Did you do something bad to someone this year ? i cried at my best friend's wedding. it was to be her best day in her life and i ruined it all by crying. i will never forget myself.

35) Did someone did something bad to you this year ? errr no i don't think so?you would tell me if you'd know right? right?

36) How much did you spend this year ? next question please? but definitely not enough on my loved ones.

37) What's the moment you're the most proud of? when i see a happy look in my folk's eyes. Or in my beloved's ones.

38) What was the most embarassing moment? Hmm i cannot tell you here. =p

39) If you could turn back time, what would you change ? Nothing. I never have regrets, I try to live on with the lesson i get from it all. Hey, no one said it was easy....

40) What's your plan for 2007 ? Get a job. And build a family. That I really want....




We don’t belong to ourselves. All what we got is love for each other, sharing feelings, and be happy for the ones we love. All what we are, all what we posess, big cars, huge bank accounts, will get lost when we die. All what we keep is the image of a man who died for humanity, and even if this would be just a nice story, it is still worth believing. Hatred leads to hatred, selfishness leads to the drying out of the heart. There are things we do not accept in our self-centered life, but want it or not, we do not belong to anyone, not even ourselves. We can love people, and be loved in return. Be faithful and honest, and always fair to the one we love. If we demand respect, we have to give it back in return. And if we don’t, there is no point in claiming we are better than others. And accept what life got for us, and find our way out of it.

Happy new year.

PeAcE.