Like the grasses covered in white snow

WHITE SONG
lyrics&music : hyde
english translation : lynne hobday
>>here<<

Breathe
Crisp and cleansing the winter air
I dream of a world in a peaceful sleep
Snow falling gracefully down
Rejoice in winter's deep charm
I can't wait
I can't wait

Freeze
People gather around the fire
I feel all the warmth that the cold inspires
Frost covered tree tops are bright
Shimmering silver tonight
I can't wait
I can't wait

I hope snow will fall upon us soon
Everywhere
The whole world veiled in white
I'd be reset to face the seasons
Once again

Yes on and on falls the snow
Like diamonds from the sky

Our broken hearts - paint them white
Lead us into a wonderland
Pure as the snow - virgin white
A new beginning

I hope snow will fall upon us soon
Everywhere
The whole world veiled in white
I'd be reset to face the seasons
Once again


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I was gone for almost four days last week. I attended the wake for an aunt who died from breast cancer. Her death was hard to accept for all of us. We didn’t know she was suffering from cancer. She never told us. And it is frustrating to know that she could’ve been saved. But she was afraid to be examined by a doctor, of the bills that might come forth, and of asking for help. It was only when the disease had spread through her arms and lungs did she tell us that something was wrong. As she sat on her bed in the ward, she told my cousin, who was waiting on her at that time, that truly regret comes only when it’s too late to turn things around… I am angry. She should've been here still, making us laugh with her usual quips and gibes. If only we had known sooner, we could've at least helped her --accompanied her to the hospital (force her to, if needed). But I have no use for this anger now…

Last December, one of my classmates in college passed away too. And I think I wrote something about it... More than anything, it made me think of myself and eternity. But a death in the family is different. When I arrived at my aunt’s funeral and saw my family mourning, I honestly prayed to God “please, let me die ahead of all of them.” That was cowardly of me. It was a selfish prayer. But I will not take that back --at least, I'm not yet ready to. At the small service held during the funeral, the priest prayed for my aunt’s soul. I’m not catholic, so I don’t believe in that. What I believe is that when you’re out of here, you’re out –the link between this world and you is completely severed and you either move on to heaven or hell (Rach, correct me dear if I’m mistaken). Prayer is for the living, for the ones that are still tied in here. . . . pray for strength and for acceptance -–to accept that my aunt is no longer there, inside that huge city hall where she used to work. . . and that no one will call my cousin Tintin anymore even though her name is Abby. . . and that voice, the funny way it sometimes calls out our names in jest, will no longer be heard. Was. It would take time to accept that when we talk of her we would have to say “she was.” Was is a harsh word. . . Let me not attend any more family reunions on someone's funeral. . . Let this be the last time I say prayers of this sort. Let me be selfish. Allow me to pour these words of my coward self into this tiny knot in time, and contain them here, locked up forever. . . .

A Beautiful Day With the Beshies

I started writing this in the office last Friday, a few minutes before I hit log-out. But I had to go to the bank – I must, or else my mom would kill me (well, not really, but she wouldn’t be pleased) – so I couldn’t finish this last week. Then, of course, weekend is a time for sleeping and much mooching *snickers*. But I’m determined to finish this today. And look, when I started this I used ‘vacuous’ as my springboard, hehe.

Vacuous . . . my mind, that is. Should I be worried? There’s something I want to write about, but my inspiration is nil. Aaargh!

So anyway, here I go. *breathes deeply*

We celebrated Hanna’s and Ces’ birthday in one shot, last 28th of Feb. Rachel planned it way back. The itinerary was a jaunt at Manila Zoo and dinner at a Korean restaurant at Vito Cruz. But then, she emailed me about 2 or 3 days before the trip, inviting me to a recital held the morning of the 28th. We would just meet up with the others in the afternoon, she said in her mail. I was a bit hesitant. Though, honestly, the fact that I had never attended a recital before was enough to pique my interest. I was just not too happy that I would need to get up early on a Saturday. Just the thought of it makes me cringe. I love Saturdays because I could get up at lunch, eat some, and then go back to bed. And, not only would the recital ruin my sleep regimen on a weekend, I also had to dress up for it. Rachel said “Sunday’s best” was okay. But still! To put it bluntly, I was very averse to go. If Rachel did not say she really really must attend and needs someone to accompany her, I would not have come. So, in the end, I yielded.

February 28, 2009. Mom woke me up *she always does*. The morning light was warm. It’s a good day to get up early, though part of me still wanted to curl up beneath my blanket and go back to slumberland. Rachel and Queenie picked me up at the house. They just had to make sure I’m coming *Rach always does*. Traffic was okay, but we were a few minutes late nevertheless. I think we missed the first 6 numbers. That’s perfectly fine since our sole reason -Rach’s sole reason- for coming was to see her friend perform, who was on the 1st half of the recital (which was scheduled to end, thankfully, right before lunch). I liked the number ‘Sakura’ (of Y. Yoco) . . . the only drawback was that the musician could be heard –clearly- sniffling whenever he pauses, which ruined the solo’s appeal to me. Anyhow, I did like the piece –some parts of it. In fact, I will be looking for a good record of Sakura (though one that does not include a runny nosed guitarist! :P). Next to Sakura, I enjoyed Concerto No. 5, 3rd Movement (of Seitz). I think that’s the number with the best violinist, imo. Well, I’m a music nOOb. But I sure can differentiate the awkward pauses from the real pauses in a piece. The short drum duet was good too (of R.M. Buggert). And the best one was the Jazz piece, 'Bluemoon' (arranged by Del Rosario --that’s what it said in the program). Rach’s friend was on the percussion of Bluemoon, which was also the finale for the recital’s 1st half. So that was that, and we’re off to Manila Zoo. . . But before that, I know Rach would be reading this so I want to be clear that I enjoyed the recital. Truly. And I appreciate her efforts to drag me out of the house as much as possible on Saturdays. ^^ *Rach, honto ni domo arigatou <3*

We went to PLM to get my sister. Then we met up the rest of our friends at SM Manila. We briefly had lunch and finally got to Manila Zoo around 3 PM, I think. I was not very keen in seeing Manila zoo again. I had been there twice during my fourth year in college --we had to shoot a children’s program for a project. And suffice to say that my memories of it were not so good. But then my mood changed after a while. It felt different going there for fun with friends, and not because of a schoolwork that had an impossible deadline. My sister, Botan, Ez, and I tried boating. We rented 2 boats; I was on the same one with my sister. Rowing was strenuous but we managed, I guess. Botan and Ez did not fare too well though. They kind of stopped when they got to the center of the pond and resorted to just chitchatting. Rach and the others went somewhere while the four of us were busy boating.

I had the most fun at the kiddie zoo where we could pet the animals, most of them. I had not the opportunity –thankfully – to visit this part of the zoo before, albeit it only took a small portion of the zoo. It would take probably a ten-fifteen minute stroll to round its whole area. But we had a splendid time. A black hog and a dwarf crocodile flanked the entrance; both of them lay on a wooden table on each side of the gate. We took lots of pictures with the hog, named - though I could be wrong - ‘Boojie’ (that’s what I heard the zookeeper call it). He’s just too adorable to ignore. And we took pictures with the croc too. At first, I was a bit scared even to do a timid pat on the croc, but then I noticed that its mouth was taped. It’s pitiful that way but what could I possibly do? He looked fine (yeah, it’s my apathetic self talking). Then, about twenty paces from Boojie and the croc were the tortoises. We each attempted to ride on one of them. But I could sense the tortoise’s annoyance as he kept inching forward whenever someone sat on him to pose for a picture. Next stop was the ostrich. Her feathers were light and fluffy. And she was very tame. She posed and even smiled (or at least it looked like she was). Hanna and a couple of others took turns on riding the ostrich (it was actually more like just sitting on it’s back for a few seconds). I wished I could too, but because I was feeling a little sick that day, I did not. Last stop were the birds and the snakes. Then we crossed the hanging bridge, which lead us back to the ostrich. The exit was the entrance as well, by the way. And before we finally made our way out, we took a couple of more pictures with Boojie and the croc.

*There's the adorable hog! He's a chubby little star :D*

*And there's the fluffy and friendliest ostrich*

Final stop in the itinerary was at the Korean Restaurant. We got there just in time for dinner. We had beef stew, kimchi soup, Sam Gyup Sal (grilled pork strips with lettuce), kimbab (Korean sushi), complete with the Korean meal side dishes. Oh, and we ordered a bottle of Soju too. You know, we were too exhausted that we did not even bother to take pictures and just started guzzling the food once they were served.

I can’t remember what I did when I got home. I might have attempted to watch an Arashi video before crashing to bed. Most probably, I fell asleep before the video ended...

And that concludes Hanna&Ces’ birthdays celebration report. *laughs*

Shade of Autumn

I'm back to work. 'Was absent yesterday. Before anything else, here's a song that made me of the deepest shade of blue the other day. Somebody dared me to listen to this with the lyrics in hand. It's an old song of Laruku, from the album Tierra. And I rarely listen to this one -I doubt if anyone would otherwise. It's a bit too sappy, but thankfully it's short (well, the lyrics at least are).

Also, I was stubborn enough to try and translate it on my own *sheepish*. So pardon the mistakes and don't be afraid to point them out to me. ^^


Hitomi ni utsuru mono
L'Arc~en~Ciel
music: Ken / lyrics: Hyde
>>here<<

[english translation]

Here in my eyes
Dyed in autumn's color
Is a bird, the sky, and you
Red fallen leaves and you . . .

The throbbing pain from that time
Will soon fade slowly into the calm

In this plaza you love
Our white breath entwine

Before long, these fallen leaves will turn to snow,
And remain like that even on the day we return here

In my eyes

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[Kanji]

瞳に映るものこの


私の瞳の中
秋の色に染められた
鳥と空とあなたがいる
紅い枯葉とあなたが･･･

せつないあの頃の
ときめきは　もう
薄れて緩やかな安らぎに変わる

あなたの好きなこの広場に
吐息白く寄り添う

枯葉はやがて雪に変わりゆくけど
いつの日もここへ来て　そのままでいて

瞳の中に

[random] OTP

Sakura: I wake up before him and just sit and watch him sleep. I like his sleeping face.



A friend has posted this up on her OTP-quotes-meme. Every sakuhai fan should know this by heart, I know. I'm not a fan though *ahehe*. I remember reading the interview somewhere, which feels like so long ago. I'm still touched. He is just soooo damn sweet!

Oh, those were the days!

Ruthless!

Just dropping by to say that the sun’s merciless heat has gotten to my brain and is now conking out . . . Light can be harsh at times. It's a lesson best learned the hard way. Everything is melting into one. It's getting crazy, like abstract art --no, it's more like a painting thrown out in the rain. But, no worries, I will live and see the sun burn another day . . .

*desk*

"Summer, there's a time for everything. And do you know that now is NOT yours yet? Stop being cruel!"


Do you guys have any idea what day is today? Come closer, so I may whisper it to your ear. *grins*

Book us a ticket on the next space shuttle!

Morning. And here's the first thing that caught my attention when I opened the pc.

Trouble's PV is finally up ^^



Something tells me this is going to be an auspicious day... heehee

Ok, gotta get up for breakfast. Bye!

Look! ...And keep looking :P

There.



*screencaps from I GOTTA KICK START NOW*

There's the reason why you should watch IGKSN's PV. The sole reason.... well, there's K.A.Z. spinning the guitar 'round his neck which is pure awesomeness. It would even be more fascinating if he could do that during a live... But *looks up* yeah, that's enough reason for me. XD

Gomen. Originally, I wanted to put just one screencap up there. But, tell me, how could I choose only one? It was hard enough picking out six caps. This is rather late, I know. Feels like the PV was released ages ago.

For some reason, I've been teetering on posting. Have I ran out of things to write about? Not really. There's Trouble's PV coming --I'm still waiting to see the whole thing though. I saw the CM already --and the short clip of its making. It's funny. I like it! Arashi has got a new PV too, not to mention Ohno getting a PV of his own (Sasuga Riida!). And just last weekend, I had a fabulous time spending it with friends. I'm just waiting for the pictures (Rach, are you reading this? You're definitely reading this! :P). Words and thoughts are building up behind my virtual lips. It's overwhelming. However, for now, *points up at the mosaic* let THAT be my reason to post. *laughs*




p.s. I got my Monthly VAMPS vol. 7 last Friday. Yay! Ai, thank you! <3