I’m not much of fulfilling resolutions, cause I really like making plans spontaneously so lets just consider this as a checklist for year 2008.
I guess that is all for now
While Lisa and I were admiring the bonsai chrysanthemum at Daisen Park’s Japanese Garden ..
this balding Japanese guy came over and ask if we want to have our pictures taken, we politely said no and continue with our business of making theories about how the bonsai roots turn out like that when he interrupted us again asking if we can take his pictures together with the bonsai or so we thought. Lisa took the disposable camera from him while I continue taking pictures, and then he suddenly suggested an area saying that it was better location while calling me to join him.. I was like HA?? I have no idea why I went and join in the picture taking.. and then he called Lisa and asked me to take the picture this time.
It was really stupid, we have no idea why we agreed to have our pictures taken with him. After saying thanks, he tried to converse with us asking if we are Chinese girls and we said NO and hurriedly went to another display. We thought he went away already, but he came back and gave us some tissues, hehehee.. and then we to another display while keeping an eye on him in order to avoid him..
While going to the Tea House, we saw him again in the gate and we hurriedly enter the tea house, pretending not to saw him .. darn . We thought that was the last of him but when we return the bike I rented we saw him on the opposite side of the road and he wave at us, Lisa waved back .. Now that was really getting freaky coincidental .. wahhhh he has our pics though..
anyways here are some of the displayed chrysanthemum we took
 |
| Chrysanthemum Festival |
I never cared much about blood types, except when its ’bout medical information, much less blood type = personality.
Back at home (Philippines) most people don’t know what blood type they have unless they donate to the Red Cross or need any blood-related emergency. Here in Japan, you need to know cause even during introduction you would be asked about your blood type ( not all the time though ). If you don’t know, they would then see what personality you have and guess your group, most of the time they are correct though
Here is the Japanese Blood Personality Chart
Type A :
Best Traits: Earnest, creative, sensible
Worst Traits: Fastidious, overearnest
Type B:
Best Traits: Wild, a doer, cheerful
Worst Traits: Selfish, irresponsible
Type AB:
Best Traits: cool, controlled, rational
Worst Traits: critical, indecisive
Type O:
Best Traits: Agreeable, sociable, an optimits
Worst Traits: Vain, careless
Here more detail of the Japanese Blood Type Theory of Personality
Finally.. both of Father’s eyes are now safe … whewwww.. no more danger of being blind..
Here is more information about this poem/hymn
I was in grade school when I learn this poem ( I learned it as a poem not as a hymn) and fell in love with it. My grandma ( my father’s mother) can still memorize all of it even at the age of 60 ( I think). When she heard me practicing this, she called and told me that she knew the poem. So I asked here to recite it for me, and she recited it perfectly. Then we would alternately recite it, then sometimes we recite it together. She knew the original version and I knew the edited version , so it was like hearing two different generation. This is just one of the few fond memories I had with my grandma, so whenever I remember this poem, I remember her. She was not much of a grandma, but she was one of the strongest and bravest woman I know. Why? She was totally blind half of her lifetime because her eyes were ravaged by cataract. She did have an operation though, but she was so stubborn and did not listen to the doctor and went immediately back to her business as a restaurant owner, so complication started and before any could react both eyes were already damaged. But even though she was blind, she still does most of the housework , cook , tend to her pigs, clean the house. As a kid I tried imitating her being blind, and we always have some chats about her life. She was always honest. She has lots of experience, even the time when they fled from the Japanese during WWII so I always asked her to tell me stories of her past. She never saw me or any of my cousin except for the oldest cousin, but most people always told me that I was her splitting image(as a kid) when she was still young, but am not sure though I have not seen any of her picture as a young woman. Grandma’s beauty was known to be a head-turner, she was tall and slim and have that “spanish beauty”, she was might really be beautiful.
To Grandma Aurelia Pugoy Yllanan Malingin, may your rest in peace and found ALL Things bright…
November 1 is celebrated as All Souls Day in the Philippines.
na addik na ko mosulat og binisaya.. ( sorry again to my english readers.. nakss )
bitaw ako diay i-sugilon sa inyo akong pinangga nga tigbasa kung nganong mr. a among ( alyas namo ni shiera sa iyaha) tawag sa iyaha nga T man nagsugod iyang apelyido.. ( hahaha gi-pangita na diay iyang tinuod nga ngalan hehehe )
kani-adto wa gyud ko kabantay ana nya, nalumos man gud siya sa mga bati og nawong nganhi sa opisina, gamay ra man gwapo nganhi. nya si “lawas” to among ginabantayan ni shiera , dayon ning sunod si gwapo. kaso si “lawas” kay minyo naman, bati mag pantasya anang minyo makasala ta ana ( murag tinuod oi.. pantasyahon gyud diay ). nya si “gwapo” kay naa na uyab sab.. nindot man sila tan-awon duha .. so paalam na aking mahal ( ning kanta pa bitaw )…
sa una akong atbang kay tigulang ni ( paita wa gyud ko kaatbang og gwapo ani para ma inspayrd pod ko gamay ) cge padayon no, si mr. a sa likod na sa tigulang mo-agi nya molingi dayon na siya, abi ko adto sa tigulang siya tan-aw ( wahhh bayot ?? nya tigulang pa gyud ?? huhuhu ) , unya kas-a ma bantayan man gyud na nimo no nga murag naa nag tan-aw sa imoha ( charing ) nakahangad ko og kalit , og sa dihang nag tagbo among panlantaw, ning duko ko og balik nya ningtan-aw sa lain si mr. a , nya ambot og ngano ka ning balik ko og hangad nya ning lingi siya balik,… nagtabo napod among mga mata .. grabe.. kaduha gyud mi nag mata-sa-mata ( wahahha kilig no )… hangtud adto taman ra sa layo nga panlataw ( looking from afar ba )…
so mao to no.. wala pa to siya na alyasi kay nalumos pa lagi sa mga bati og nawong wa mi kabantay nga acceptable siya ( naa englis ay ).. nya kas-a naka absent ko og buntag kay ambot ngano to.. naabot ko mga ala-una gyud .. pag lingkod nako og nakig-istorya ni shiera, naa diay padulong si mr.a , si shiera ang nakabantay nga ning tutok gyud daw siya nganhi sa among lugar ( wa ko ning ingon nga ako ha ).. si shiera dayon ning ingon nga ” hala del, grabe gyud siya tan-awon sa imoha” og ako ning tubag ” ha? kinsa man?” nya ning tubag na pod si shiera ” kadto siya ba, arangan man diay to , ACCEPTABLE siya” ning tubag na pod ” ay bitaw ??? dah tarong ba” si shiera na pod “lagi , ganiha gud kay wala gyud na siya lingi nganhi” ..
mao ning higayuna nga nata-o ang ngalan nga mr.admirer = mr. a…
naka puti si mr. a karon unya malain iyang nawon kung tangalon nya ang iyang antyohos
I never thought that this blog would last this long. I am not very good with keeping diary or any form of journal as a matter of fact am not very good with writing :D. But what a surprise.. today marks the first year anniversary of this blog, time flies so fast.
I’ve met cool bloggers online and read their equally cool blog as well. It was fun. I hope I could continue posting my future adventure no matter how insignificant it might be
To all who read and posted comments on this blog. Thank you very much.
To the KansaiConnect and Kansaiblogger admin, Mr. Kyle Yates, thank you for immediately responding to problems ive encountered in this blog. また宜しくお願い致します。
Shiera is also celebrating her first year. Happy Anniversary to your blog and Happy Birthday to Little Miss Shayna.
Again Thanks for dropping by …
High school life, ba’t ang high school life ay walang kasing saya
bakit kung graduation na’y luluha kang talaga?
My attempt to translate the lyrics to english:
( High School Life, why is it so fun/exciting/happy.
Why does tears always comes out on every graduation day. )
I like this meme from Grace, so let me reminisced a little bit about my high school life.
Who was your best friend?
I have a handful of friends, but a bosom friend? I don’t think I have. But we do have a “barkada” a group of friends, whom I still keep in touch till now, and who I always have dinner, hang out with every time I go back home. That would be Cheryl, Bernadette, Erna, Ivy, and if they are around, Charmae, Cherry Bliss , Jurelie and Lady. They are not just best friend, they are family.
What kind of car did you drive?
Bandolino .. The school is just 15-20 minutes walk from home.
It’s Friday night. Where were you?
At home watching my favorite show. I have a curfew. And beside my friends are also not allowed to roam the streets at night..
Were you considered a flirt?
Nope.
Were you in the band, orchestra, or choir?
Nope. No talent in that department. But I did like our PMT ( Preparatory Military Training) though. Nothing serious, we were the last batch to have a PMT. The school stop it, cause it looks like promoting war or something in that area. We only do some drills and marching in the shaded area of the school cause the PTA won’t allow staying too much under the sun. I was the Brigade S2 ( Intelligent Officer )
Were you a nerd?
Nope.
Who was your favorite teacher?
The Ma sisters I think. The elder Ma is my Science teacher, and the younger is my English teacher. I learned a lot from them. The english teacher was very particular specially in pronunciation.
What was your school mascot?
None I think.
Did you go to the Prom?
No prom. They stop having prom, because they taught it was the reason why students get pregnant..
Did you have a job your senior year?
Nope.
Did you go to school with anyone who is now famous?
I don’t know.. ME??
Did you go to a senior trip?
I did went on a trip, but it was for a certain competition. There was not much of a trip those days. Parents are paranoid.
Have you gone to a class reunion?
Not yet.. I so badly want to go .. I hope there would be one soon…
How would you feel if somebody you like/love/adore is holding somebody’s hands? Do you feel pain, hurt or happy that the person you like finally found his/her happiness even though it is not with you?
I might be weird but when that happens, I don’t feel any sadness a bit disappointed yes, but not hurt. If I see them happy together, I feel happy, that he found his own happiness.
I was told that is because I have not really fallen in LOVE. why? does falling in love mean destroying a happy life because it was not me? Does it mean I have to turn into a witch and ruin other peoples happiness? If that is the case
then Id rather not fall in love.
Love is supposed to free, right? It’s suppose to connote Freedom, to show the world of how you feel, expressing it in its full capacity. As the saying goes: ” If you love someone, set them free. If they come back to you then your are meant to be.”
so why I am writing this, I saw “gwapo” with his gf on the train today and they look so sweet and cute together what a nice pair….and I am totally … SOOOO bored…
i received this which is so true…
” Love your work BUT NOT your COMPANY .. you will never know when They will STOP loving you.”
Journeyis proudly powered by WordPress. Sponsored by: Instant Payday Loans | Oak Dining Sets | Tottenham Hotspur
