Japan (May 2012): Part Six

Shodo (Japanese calligraphy) classes are absolutely fascinating! :) My sensei tried her best to explain to me how it worked, albeit it was a mix of Japanese and very few English, and I was able to pick up some words here and there so yay! They said I was pretty good at it for a first timer ; u ;

Also, they had a dog and it was fluffy and I actually liked touching it oAo (FYI, I normally hate touching animals. XD)

(Also late blog posts are late oops. Been really busy sorry OTL)

Japan (May 2012): Part Five

The day after we had the whole welcoming ceremonies, we were taken to Hiraizumi which is pretty much this whole area full of pretty Japanese temples and basically cultural stuff.

It was fun :) I personally enjoyed lunch. Hamburger steak \o\

(also oops, late post forever…I’ve been pretty busy oAo)

Japan (May 2012): Part Four

The next day, we stayed in Shirayuri and we got a campus tour and the welcome ceremony happened in the afternoon. I also got to eat my bento with my host sister’s class. It was fun and it seriously felt like an anime XD They brought in a girl from the other class named Juri, who lived in America for quite some time and we were talking in English and the rest of the students were just squealing in amazement XD My host sister’s in second year junior high and they only start learning English by first year of junior high so everyone was basically…not very proficient at English just yet XD

Also, after watching a presentation from their cheerleading club, it’s safe to conclude that anime accurately depicts Japanese culture because their cheerleading sort of reminded me of the Lucky Star opening XD And maybe if I were Japanese, I might want to be a cheerleader 8|b

Japan (May 2012): Part Three

Shortly after having lunch in the flower park, we headed over to Aoba Castle and saw ruins of Sendai Castle, which was built by Date Masamune. It would probably have been some sort of joy to a Sengoku Basara fan, though unfortunately I’m not one though I do know of it. We then went to a temple and I got the most accurate fortune and it pretty much convinced me that Shinto will give me wisdom.

After that we headed back to Shirayuri and I got to meet my host family, the Onos. They’re very nice and my host sister was late because she had Orchestra Club and apparently all the siblings have their own instruments and I felt incompetent since I don’t play any. But they’re all very nice and it was fun to stay with them for a week even if they knew minimal English and I had to speak broken Japanese and English v(^_^)v For my first night, we dropped by a cake shop before going home and I got good cake though all of the cakes looked pretty good to me.

Also, I must say Japanese baths are the best and I’ll leave it at that.

Japan (May 2012): Part Two

We got to Sendai at around 5 am and since we were all tired weary travelers, we got to stay in Sendai Shirayuri’s tatami room 8D Afterwards, we went to Michinoku Flower Park and got to see so much pretty flowers ;o; Unfortunately, the sakuras were in bloom two weeks before we got there and unusually enough, they’re usually in full bloom at that time and it’s my birthday. So someday I hope to catch seeing the sakura in full bloom ;A;

Then we went over to this part in the park where they have traditional houses and they let us try umeboshi, which was a little too much for me so I resorted to having the radishes ;3; They also had nori tea and it was really good!

Japan (May 2012): Part 1

In which I practically teared up when we landed and we spent the night on a road trip to Sendai (because the shinkansen is expensive ;w;). We also dropped by this 24-hour shop and got some dinner ~(*U*)~ Also, they call changing stations as baby corners :(( Japan why so cute ;o;

I just got back from Japan yesterday since I was part of my school’s exchange student program and all I’ll have to say is that the tears I shed when landing were worth it because it was…too sugoi for words.

The world is darkened by the numerous shadows converging to be one big shadow until you cannot distinguish them anymore. Light comes from a minute source but it is not enough. It’s dark, and it gets cold and, admittedly, it gets very lonely as I am only accompanied by a few pillows, a blanket, and a cellphone.

There is no reason to stay up at such an illogical hour. Sleep beckons to me but I shun its affections, anticipating something else. The world, meanwhile, has slept, save for a select few that preferred being enveloped in the shadows of the night. It’s strange—neither the light nor darkness calls to me as I meaninglessly lie down on the bed. Both sleep and being awake call to me and I choose neither and merely lie down there, without giving anything much thought.

A few vibrations and my attention is called to the cellphone that lies beside my pillow. There is a new message; of apologies, of greetings, of the shallowest of things.

Some things are just better after 12 am.

Mom randomly decided to buy cake from Cravings since Cravings was right beside the place where I took review classes. Coincidentally enough, it was my last day so yay celebratory cake! :) It was good and chocolate-y and had caramel inside =o=

Now, I am officially free of review classes and summer is finally going to feel more summery to me :D And I’m going to Japan in a few weeks yay! 8D

200th post!

Meet Piyochii, my new stuffed toy from Fia <3 It’s adorable :D

There are moments when time seemingly stops, and it feels like we’re all acting based on an unwritten script. The hypothetical cameras are rolling, capturing every move, replicating it into a bunch of pixels. The silent director is gleefully grinning as his masterpiece unfolds in front of his eyes. The audience is divided— cringing at the cheesiness or relating to it, recalling something similar.

You’re there, and the moment is just perfect. You try to remember the littlest of details— how it feels to hold someone close for the first time, how the world continues to bustle, how you particularly didn’t care about anything else at that moment except to try and remember exactly how it feels like, in the hopes of recreating the wonderful feeling another time and of not forgetting.

But there’s nothing quite like a first. And no matter how many times you try to play it in your head, the details don’t fit quite as well as they did at that moment. And all that’s left of it are the fragments in your head that don’t fit to replicate the big picture.

You were there, and the moment was perfect.