After wearing my jeans again, I feel like I lost a little weight. I checked, and I have.
08 4月 2013
Another day
I didn't feel particularly excited or amazing this morning, but it felt good to be in JPN class and ask questions about grammar that I had difficulty with and talking more. The topic was education systems. And I had too many questions. XD
After wearing my jeans again, I feel like I lost a little weight. I checked, and I have.
After wearing my jeans again, I feel like I lost a little weight. I checked, and I have.
恋人の幸せ
愛になってる時にそんなことが必要じゃなくて、恋人の幸せだけを考えるよ。
Cuando estas en amor cosas como esos no se importa. La única cosa que piensas es en la feliz de la otra persona.
"My relationship with Renoir literally changed my life. I've learned there are 2 or 3 times during a lifetime when something happens that alters the course of your life. We meet someone, go somewhere, or do something we've never done before, and those moments are the possibilities that guide us to where we're supposed to go and what we're supposed to do with our lives." ~ Syd Field, page 5 of Screenplay
Cuando estas en amor cosas como esos no se importa. La única cosa que piensas es en la feliz de la otra persona.
"My relationship with Renoir literally changed my life. I've learned there are 2 or 3 times during a lifetime when something happens that alters the course of your life. We meet someone, go somewhere, or do something we've never done before, and those moments are the possibilities that guide us to where we're supposed to go and what we're supposed to do with our lives." ~ Syd Field, page 5 of Screenplay
07 4月 2013
06 4月 2013
Otra Vez Te Ví
Another writing assignment for screenwriting class.
I actually had time to think about what to write this time! XD
I still remember that day, when the sun was out. Not too hot, not too cold. Humidity level was acceptable. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just a walk down the stores, warm small breeze fanning my face, and wait.
"Mom let's go in here".
There are all these little dogs. And so CUTE!
Right then and there I spot one. WHether this dog is a girl or a boy doesn't matter to me. It was tiny and cute and soft and loved my touch. I have never known this feeling before; holding such a small thing close to my chest, just looking into my eyes like there was no one else there that mattered.
It wasn't an interest of mine at the time to care for anything. I'm not selfish. It just never crossed my mind. It's not something that I thought about. But in that instance I knew I wanted to care for someone as small as her. I knew nothing about her and she knew nothing of me. As far as she was concerned, I could have been a scary giant.
But no.
I held her in my arms and didn't want to let go. I didn't want to say goodbye. I didn't want to feel loss. I didn't want to cry.
Quickly we went back to our house, picked up the TV and drove to another store to sell it. My heart was pounding and reaching for something not there. My hands? Well forget about that. There was not a time when they stayed still.
With the money we got from the TV, we came back for her.
I rushed for her.
I looked nowhere else except for her!
Those few seconds, trying to figure out where she is, everything else became blurry. My heartbeat and my breath were the only things I could hear. I was focused and I wasn't going to give up. But I found her again. And I saw her again. And she saw me again.
I picked her up again
and this time
I didn't let go.
I actually had time to think about what to write this time! XD
I still remember that day, when the sun was out. Not too hot, not too cold. Humidity level was acceptable. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just a walk down the stores, warm small breeze fanning my face, and wait.
"Mom let's go in here".
There are all these little dogs. And so CUTE!
Right then and there I spot one. WHether this dog is a girl or a boy doesn't matter to me. It was tiny and cute and soft and loved my touch. I have never known this feeling before; holding such a small thing close to my chest, just looking into my eyes like there was no one else there that mattered.
It wasn't an interest of mine at the time to care for anything. I'm not selfish. It just never crossed my mind. It's not something that I thought about. But in that instance I knew I wanted to care for someone as small as her. I knew nothing about her and she knew nothing of me. As far as she was concerned, I could have been a scary giant.
But no.
I held her in my arms and didn't want to let go. I didn't want to say goodbye. I didn't want to feel loss. I didn't want to cry.
Quickly we went back to our house, picked up the TV and drove to another store to sell it. My heart was pounding and reaching for something not there. My hands? Well forget about that. There was not a time when they stayed still.
With the money we got from the TV, we came back for her.
I rushed for her.
I looked nowhere else except for her!
Those few seconds, trying to figure out where she is, everything else became blurry. My heartbeat and my breath were the only things I could hear. I was focused and I wasn't going to give up. But I found her again. And I saw her again. And she saw me again.
I picked her up again
and this time
I didn't let go.
A Tale For The Time Being
Finished the dentist appointment....It hurts to smile and talk.
So I stay quiet today.
Have work to do, but always manage to find a few minutes throughout the day to answer emails, txt, write here, keep looking more detailedly at masters programs, etc. I found a good school for entertainment business but generally It didn't interest me as much as when I was looking at international studies programs or asian studies programs, or a joint of those two..
And searching for books (needed for classes). Such a pain in the ass....
My proposal:
teachers already have the books right?
so teachers just scan what we need to read (ahead of time, of course),
teacher gives scanned copies to students
students read scanned copies. :D :D :D
This way, I'm not wasting my money on a book I KNOW I won't keep, and teachers don't worry about students not reading because they don't have the book to begin with. Everyone is happy. And no money wasted. :P
I'm not rude. I'm just asking what is the reason for a student to go buy a book (or rent if that choice is there), to then attempt to sell it back? I'm certain not everyone wants to keep all the books they had to read for school...
Anyways,
I choose to read "A Tale For The Time Being" by Ruth Ozeki for my political science class. I have the audio because the physical copy has a wait list... But extremely interesting! I want to listen to it all day long. I've considered buying the book at some point too. :P cuz it would be great to read again. The last time I read a really good book was: Brave Story by Miyuki Miyabe and The Story of Ibis by Hiroshi Yamamoto.
I like the part where it says,
" Time isn't something you can spread out like butter or jam. And death isn't going to be waiting around for you to finish what you are doing to zap you. " and
" Ok now. Why are you doing this? Like, what's the point? This is a problem. The only reason I can think of for writing Jiko's life story in this book is because I love her and want to remember her. But I'm not planning for sticking around for long. And I can't remember her stories if I'm dead right?!
And apart from me, who else would care? I mean, If i thought the world would want to know about old Jiko, I would post her stories on a blog. But actually I stopped doing that a while ago.
It made me sad when I caught myself pretending that everybody out there in cyberspace cared about what I thought when nobody really gave a shit. And when I multiplied that sad feeling by all the millions of people in their lonely little rooms, furiously writing and posting to their lonely little pages that nobody has time to read cuz' they're all so busy writing and posting, it kind of broke my heart. The fact is, I don't have much of a social network these days. " (45min.09sec.)
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