F.R.I.E.N.D.S Season 3

I was so afraid to rent this season from the rental store. Why? Because this is the season where Ross and Rachel broke up. That’s like a total… THE HELL. I mean, Rachel had every right to get mad at Ross and break up with him. But Ross was to be pitied anyways.

He was drunk and he didn’t know what he was doing. And what made him drunk? Rachel’s “We should take a break.” statement.

What else makes me mad is the fact that it took them the other 7 seasons to get back with each other.

Either way, that breakup was the saddest breakup I’ve watched. It was so sad I literally cried my heart out.

Anyways… I’m enjoying Japan as of the moment.

Leaving Tomorrow

I guess I won’t be able to update this very blog of mine for quite some time. -o-

I’m leaving for Japan tomorrow…

Thanks for the visits!

Packing and Saying Goodbye/Some Odd News

So tomorrow’s my flight. =)

I just started a new blog Minjoo + Japan = Heck! xD Please visit it to keep track on my Japan trip!

Lindsay bound with cords and strangled
by Eugene Henderson. Thursday, 29 March 2007

Murdered British teacher Lindsay Ann Hawker was strangled after her hands and feet were bound with plastic cords – echoing the grisly images of Japanese Manga comics.

As police continued the hunt for the man wanted in connection with the slaying of the London-trained teacher, details of how she met her death were revealed.

It emerged that prime suspect Tatsuya Ichihashi had stalked the pretty 22-year-old in the week before her naked body was found buried in a bath of sand at his flat.

Ichihashi, 28, has been on the run since fleeing barefoot from police when they called at his apartment in Ichikawa, east of Tokyo, to question him about Hawker. Detectives are probing the possibility that comic book fan Ichihashi had played out a sick fantasy from one of the stories in Hentai Manga – piles of which were found in his flat.

The adult comics are extremely popular in Japan and often contain scenes of girls and women being raped and tortured. Hawker’s body was covered in bruises and her hands and feet had been bound with plastic ties normally used for gardening, local police said.

According to officers, Ichihashi met her for the first time at a restaurant on the night of 20 March. He later followed Hawker to her school east of Tokyo. After Hawker’s school reported the woman missing, police found Ichihashi’s phone number in her room and tracked him down.

Police said he was not a student at Nova language school east of Tokyo where Hawker was employed, but he asked Hawker for private lessons and handed her a memo with his phone number on it.

Hawker is believed to have visited Ichihashi’s apartment on Sunday. Police suspect between Sunday night and early on Monday Ichihashi moved the bathtub from the bathroom to the balcony and put Hawker’s body into it.

^ Here’s all I can say…

I can’t believe why manga creators create hentai mangas. -o-
And when you ask them why, they answer you with “It’s an art… an expressions of one’s self.”
Art wtf?
Art is supposed to be something beautiful. Not lethal…

Something Random

Ok, so our campus paper (made especially by me) was chosen to represent the class!! Woohoo! I feel damn proud really.

^ Hehehe~ nothing much… I was just bored.

^ And another one…

An Unexplainable Feeling of Pain

How can they do this to me?

I’ve always been the kind of daughter who does everything you want her to do, simply nods her head and gets to work, or keeps to herself whatever she wants to spit out. I don’t understand what kind of sin have I done in order for me to be treated like this. I’ve always hoped and hoped. I believed in your words. Never did I lose trust in them, no matter how stupid your promises are.

But this time, it’s different. You know the quote, “Fool me once, stupid you… Fool me twice, stupid me.” I believe that, that is the perfect line for the current situation.

Case Scenario:

First Year
Near the end of my first year, I was promised to migrate to Japan. I was all giddy and excited because finally, I would be somewhere I want to be. I would be in a place that I could sing in Japanese without getting laughed at. I was so ecstatic. It’s an unexplainable feeling of ecstasy. I was so happy. But then I discovered about my dad… and the shit that he had done.

It felt like I fell down from a building. My dreams and my hopes… crushed just like that. I can’t believe it. It hurts so much, I cried about it. There were times that I fought with other people just so that I would have a reason to cry. Just because, in case they ask… I would say… “Because he/she did this…” and not because… “They destroyed me…”. I felt sorry for myself. I felt sorry because my mom had to deal with my dad’s stupidness.

Second Year

Suddenly, I was back to my old self. The happy-go-lucky type of girl… who had the world within her palms. She’s smart and was well acquainted. No one noticed the pain in her eyes. No one noticed the loneliness she felt. It hurts for her more because she was surrounded with all these people… but the loneliness still filled her like a nightmare.

That girl is me. The sadness was masked with the laughs and smiles that I give away to my friends. It was all hidden thats why it hurts more. Because it’s filling me up… as if I’m drowning inside.

And again, I was promised something. This time, it was a 2 month vacation in Japan. Again, I was happy. I WAS SO HAPPY. I was SO SO SO SO SO HAPPY.

But you know what… I got crushed… again. And it hurts so much I can’t breathe… everything I think about it… tears well up in my eyes. I already planned everything I wanted to do…

How can they do this to me?
They’ve crushed my dreams and my hopes.
I feel like a walking corpse right now.
I don’t think this feeling of pain will pass away anytime.

Battle Royale; Seriously?

Ok, so I’ve come across this movie once. I never really cared about it until I read about the summary.

Battle Royale, a film by the veteran Japanese director Kinji Fukasaku, tells the story of a dystopic future in which each year, a randomly-selected 9th grade class is kidnapped and sent to a deserted island where they are equipped with weapons and are forced to kill each other until one survivor is left. The movie, which premiered in Japan on December 16, 2000 amidst much controversy, is based on a bestselling novel by Koushun Takami.

What a weird storyline. Seriously, you kidnap a class of 9th grade students, leave them at a desert to kill each other? For what price? The motive is??

Now I’m curious to see the movie. -o-

Being an Editor-in-Chief

Well it’s not that good really. The title just sounds nice. But it is one heck of a job. Especially if you have to correct every single crap English of your classmates (peace!). It’s really stressing. And I hate the way they would always rely on me, just because I’m good at English and essays.

I have to admit, I was very ecstatic at first. I had the will to win at first, but now, I just lost it. I’m too stressed of all my life problems. I actually almost forgot about it. My stupid reporters aren’t really reporting anything. I always have to make the nice reports. It’s pissing me off, big time!

After 5 Days

I didn’t even announced it on my blog yet, and now we’ve broken apart. He’s just my friend now, again. We’ve been together for 5 days, but I’ve been really mean to him. I really hate myself for hurting him that way. I may not like him as a guy, but I sure do like him as my friend. He’s been such a caring boyfriend, and me? I’ve been the coldest girlfriend in the whole planet. I feel sorry because I had his hopes up. I knew he liked me; Damn straight, I knew it all along. No matter how much he denied it from me, I knew that somewhere deep inside his heart… he had liked me for like a year now. I used this opportunity to develop feelings for him, so that I can finally return his love.

But you know how I felt when he would hold my hands? I felt like I wanted to move away. When he would touch me? I felt like I wanted to run away. Generally, I just wanted to move away from him. As much as I wanted to try, my heart felt heavy everytime I thought about him.

I still want to be friends. I still want to spend time with him. But maybe not as a boyfriend, maybe just as a friend…

I’m sorry…

People and Judging

Seriously, my mom was called to the school because I failed 2 units for Biology. She tells my teacher that I’ve been somewhat a net-freak (y’know, Internet Addict). So my teacher tells her that I might be going to the internet doing some bad stuff.

All I can say is… that was total SHIET. Not to brag, but I’ve helped over a hundred people online. It makes me feel good to guide them. With my talents for HTML and Photoshopping, why the hell won’t I share my talents to the freaking world? Am I not allowed to do that? So what if the internet makes me happy? At least it makes me happy unlike others *whistles*…

Seriously, did she have to judge me that way? It makes me feel a bit disappointed. She could’ve known better. I know that what she said is possible. But she doesn’t even know me well enough to do that. Do they expect me to linger in PORN SITES? I’m a friggin 14 yr. old fangirl who loves K-pop. Searches the internet to further my knowledge.

Based from my blog, you could tell that I’m one opinionated person. And you know why? I learned everything from the internet. (Take note: I’m not saying that I believe every single thing that I see on the internet.) My parents didn’t really help that much on forming a very rational daughter. Instead, they helped making obstacles for me. For me to be able to be strong, and I thank them for that.

But I really hate the way that, they didn’t really help me much on being a good bitch, yet they still blame me for doing shiet. They’re my parents, they should know better. Parents shouldn’t judge their kids. God damn it, some people just needs a freakin life, don’t they?

Peace out! I love my parents. But damn, they should stop judging me. That just proves how much they don’t know their own daughter. As much as it hurts me, I still love and respect them as my parents.

A True Friend; DM

Ok, since this is an online blog, I think that it’s better if we just call her DM, her nickname. Hmm, what else can I say about someone as great as her? She’s one of our school’s heartrobs. She’s my close friend. She’s a great and hardworking girl. She’s too perfect! What else can I say?

When we first met, I thought she was just like any other girl. I thought she was one of those stuck-up, conceited girls that wanted every boy for herself. But I was wrong, she was nothing like it. She may be a little clingy to some guys, but all in all she’s not a flirt. She’s a good-natured person that’s a happy-go-lucky type. Just like me, no wonder we are friends.

We actually spent our experience in being inside the principal’s office together. It’s pretty weird, but it feels good that I went there with her and HUDHOD (another close friend). At least I didn’t feel as much afraid, because we were all together.

A true friend, she really is.