Ooh.

Stumbled upon something while lurking in deviantart. I am alas not an artist. The people here are so AWESOMELY TALENTED, and I just love looking at their works. The photographs, especially, I can spend hours on. Which is why I now have Tokyo Tower at night as my wallpaper. :)

Anyway, I digress. You think this is real?

Even if it's not, it's interesting for me as a Filipino. It would be sad, though, if THE national symbol is laden with signs of the vestiges of our past colonizers, and doesn't mean what we were taught it means.

Letters from Iwo Jima

I just finished watching, and wow. Nino (who plays Private Saigo, one of the main characters in the film) was great. I didn't expect him to have that much talent as an actor, truthfully. Great range, and he makes his character easy to understand and sympathize with.

Anyway, I get to watch a lot of war flicks, mostly unwillingly, because of my dad. This ranks among the unforgettable ones. It shows how human the Japanese are despite being the bad guy in WW2. Moving and definitely worth watching, even if you aren't into the whole genre. [Note: This is a war film, so don't expect Nino!HOTNESS! 'cause he's grimy and dirty all the time. Haha.]

School tomorrow. *sigh*

Old as the hills.

Marshall-ed for the Freshie Welcome Assembly and became profoundly aware of how old I was. :P It didn't help that in the afternoon, the first freshie in line chatted me up when he found out we were from the same college:

F: Ate, anong year na po kayo?
Me: 2nd year. *smiles*

...Of course not. And let's face it, it's not like I could get away with that sort of lie. Hehe. I told him that I was in 5th year, then proceeded to give out survival kits to the freshmen. After that I paid my tuition, said hi to some sisses, and hied off to the KEM Blockhandling facilitating event, where I had to dance Kering-keri. Don't even know where it's from, and I sucked at dancing (sorry Jabellz =_=) but it was fun. :D

*

In other news: Finished Nodame Cantabile! Comedic acting, funny characters, decent plot, scenes in Kyushu (OK so it was in Saga, which is really just rice fields, but still: Kyushu-ben! *hearts*), and of course Tamaki!HOTNESS! [Don't worry Steph, he is all yours as Ryo-chan ownz me heart and soul.) Even my barbaric (haha) sister, who turned down watching HanaDan, was enthralled. Even though we are totally not into classical music.

I swear, when we move into our new house on top of a mountain (Why? Father's solution to global warming: While Manila and the rest of the country sinks, we will be safe in Antipolo! Bwahaha!) next year, we will fully be getting DSL. And I can live not waiting for subbed versions since my Japanese is enough to catch maybe 80%-100% of what they're saying! Excellent.

When I'm fangirling, it's like things are so simple: I like adore with every fiber of my being ______, who is smexy and belongs to ______ (likely a JE group). To date they have released the following: *insert discography here*. He also stars in *insert drama here*. XD

Aaand it's so fulfilling when you find out someone gets into the fandom you've been promoting (like Ouran, which will have its own drama HURRAH). :DDD

Waku waku**

**A Japanese onomatopoeiac expression referring to excitement

This has to be the least painful enrollment I've ever had (barring 1st year 1st sem). :D Except for the fact that I am now taking onse with people 2 years younger than me, and the humidity, I have nothing to whine about. Harhar. [Have promised myself will no longer dwell on onse suckiness. At least not in this blog.]

Summer grades also out! Onse was a drop (again, I mean what an idiot)* and 123 was surprisingly a 2.25. I fully expected to get a 3. Oh well, I'm not complaining. :D

I have a fairly good feeling about this sem. Probably because OH YES I HAVE GEs! Not one, but two! One's English (oh how I missed you so ;_;) and the other's Music (for my Philippine Studies requirement; supposedly we get to go on field trips and play around[?] with kulintangs or similar). And the teachers for my majors seem pretty cool.

Speaking of teachers, let me now chronicle here the pedagogues I (have) like(d):

1. Nobody in St. Scho, because all of the teachers I had were um, female.

2. Sir JLeg: HS Econ teacher. Always with a smile on his face and very easy to approach, he had a passion for teaching that influenced his students positively about serving the country. Plus he introduced me to the joys of Econ. And Latin phrases like ceteris paribus.

3. Sir J: Formerly chubby = adorable, but now lean and muscular = hot (Thank you Friendster for informing me of these things :P) lab instructor. He was really nice and a little weird, in an amusing sort of way. I even left a *cough* love letter, with John Boyle O'Reilly's White Rose, taped on his door during Valentine's Day, purporting to be from his secret admirer. (Altogether now: HAHAHAHA.)

4. Sir ?: Funny and nice and dorky, not even remotely cute in the conventional sense. V. smart and academic. The pace of his classes are really fast (woe to you if you relied entirely on the lecture slides), but he suggests ways to apply what we learned with out-of-the-box questions. Rather quirky. I (and certain other people, who alas don't have blogs and thus cannot be exposed) would like to have him QEd, so that he can bring out his full hot geek potential.

5. Sir !: *runs off wildly*

*

It's probably because almost all of my friends are going to be graduating this year, but I feel as if we were all in a race where everybody's close to the finish line except for the fat dude left behind (me). I gotta slow down. I have 2 years left in ChE, plus I haven't even made a dent on the stupid non-2X ES series.* And also have yet to form fully-functional heterosexual relationship in college, not that I'm still hoping.

It's just grades. It's just academics. It isn't life. At least that's what I try to tell myself when I feel, I don't know, a little sad about some choices I made.

People come and go, but they always leave a little something behind.

*So much for "not dwelling on onse suckiness"

Almost, but not quite.

Read my VisualDNA™ Get your own VisualDNA™