Read Sarashi Asobi

"The immortal grim reaper witnessed it all the time. People whose time on earth is limited suffering and rejoicing over trivial things. Why do they fret so much when they are all doomed to die? It really tickled the grim reaper's interest. He reached out towards that bed of thorns known as the human heart."

I am a self-confessed manga addict. I love reading manga. I'm probably not an otaku (yet, mainly because I don't have a lot of cash I can spend to drown myself with all the manga stuffs money can buy), but I know I have read more than a hundred different titles, some completed while others are still ongoing, some  are one-shot or while other would reach beyond 400 chapters. There are some who would just satisfy my interest, while there are those who would make me feel like reading them over and over and over again, such as Sarashi Asobi.

Sarashi Asobi is a beautiful story by Tobina Touya, where there was a Grim Reaper who was curious  on a lot of things about humans, especially on their desperate attempts to cling at life. He finds himself strangely attached to a weird school president everyone calls the Empress, who's hiding her serious dedication in protecting her "people" (students) and her nation (school) with a cold and harsh front. 

One of the things I like about the manga is that Ai looks like a cross between L and N of Death Note. Even the playful personality is there.  

 Read it! I'm sure you will love Sarashi Asobi. You can read it HERE on MangaPark.com, it's my personal favorite site for reading manga.

Enjoy!

Annoyed. I don't hate you, I'm just so annoyed.

I feel annoyed right now. I know it's weird to post it on a blog with the name "walking on sunshine", but I don't feel like posting it on Facebook either because I know it's not a good option. Still, I feel like I need to write about this or something in me would explode.

I really hate it when some people come and invade my personal space. But I probably am too much of a coward to confront them head on. Or am I just too patient to deal with it? I'm letting fate take its course. 

I wanted to tell you, the one who I must not name but you know already that I am referring to you. 

Don't DARE throw out anything I OWN! Try respecting MY properties, MY stuff and anything that's MINE, just like I have respected yours. And don't go ahead trying to blame me for anything I haven't done just because you think I did it. Gather enough evidence first before judging me, because I also hate it when you BLAME ME FOR SOMETHING I CLEARLY HAVEN'T DONE JUST BECAUSE YOU THINK I DID IT. I AM NOT LIKE YOU. I don't do the things you do. And I don't do things the way you do. You never say sorry when you realize it's not my fault. Do you think I'm not hurt by the words you speak? And you think I'm more worthless than you? I may have kept my peace but that doesn't mean I admit that it's my fault. I am keeping my mouth shut because I think it's not worth it. After all, you will never even hear me no matter how hard I try to speak out. Useless.

Look at the mirror first before picking out on me. As the long adage say, "LET THOSE WHO ARE BLAMELESS CAST THE FIRST STONE". You are not that perfect so don't act as if you are. You speak about other people as if they are despicable but don't you think that the you who speak about some people as if their mere existence is annoying is even more despicable? Who are you by the way? You think you are some big shot now? Think again.

Just because I don't doesn't mean I can't. I don't plan to get back at you or anything, but that doesn't mean I can't. I just don't want to waste my efforts on fruitless matters such as revenge. But watch what you say or do, because what goes around comes back around.

Do you believe in KARMA?

You SHOULD.

And watch your back.

Gorgeous But Brainless?

"Beauty without intelligence is an illusion that is close to disenchantment. It is like a fairy that fascinates us, as long as we look at her through the enchanting prism of her beauty. However, it disappears as soonas thelight of reason penetratesbeyond the place where , the eyes can see."

-Mercedes Cabello de Carbonera, Concerning Women's Intelligence and Beauty, 1876

Blues (by Big Bang), lyrics by JD Relic

The Winter's gone and the spring has come
We've withered away
Our hearts are torn from the yesterdays

Im singing my blues
I'm used to the tears, the doubt and the fears That hold me oh
Im singing my blues
I hope you can see
Im loosing my grip on you oh oh

We're looking up into the same old sky except that you and I
Are further from the place we used to love
I am leaving you with just a word
Yea It's selfish girl
But I have never been that good with words
Oh this could be the end of our dream
No one can help me
Maybe this is our final scence
Watch the curtain closing drop down low
too bad now Ive got nothing to show

The moment I met you this I Know
I'd always Let my loving show
But I have lost my way into the blue
And when I close my eyes I pray we'll see it through

The Winter's gone and the spring has come
We've withered away
Our hearts are torn from the yesterdays

Im singing my blues
I'm used to the tears, the doubt and the fears That hold me oh
Im singing my blues
I hope you can see
Im loosing my grip on you oh oh

I wish that I could feel my cold heart
But We're so far apart, just like the ocean that's between our love
Your type of love is like a trauma
When all is said and done
Ill dry my tears and think of what we were
My apathy is all Ive got for now
Nothing gonna hold me down
I cant take your complicated run around
And I don't care if you aint there for me now
Cause I got a new sound
People come and go like downtown

The moment I met you this I Know
I'd always Let my loving show
But I have lost my way into the blue
And when I close my eyes I pray we'll see it through

The Winter's gone and the spring has come
We've withered away
Our hearts are torn from the yesterdays

And when the night has come and were underneath the stars
Thinking what went wrong
Falling asleep alone, but you always know
that even in my dreams I sing this song....

Im singing my blues
I'm used to the tears, the doubt and the fears That hold me oh
Im singing my blues
I hope you can see
Im loosing my grip on you oh oh

I'm Writing a Story

I'm writing a story. This would be my first attempt in writing a story so I know it would be rough. I posted it on my Wordpress blog, but here's how it goes.

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    Anya frustratedly stared at her monitor for almost an hour now as she waited for the uninspired moment to pass. “Damn writer’s block,” she exclaimed. But no matter what she do, she just can’t find it in her to write the first word to the story she was supposed to be working on.

    She planned on working on a love story. But there’s just one problem. She can’t start writing. Anya can’t seem to find the right words and the right characters to start with. She was so sure it would be so easy to write a love story after emerging from a romance movie marathon, which consisted of 36 hours of romance flicks in preparation for this writing task. And she was also banking on her other sources of knowledge on this topic. She had read hundreds, no, thousands of romance novels since she started reading her first “pocketbook” way back in her first year in high school. And it’s not as if reading romance novels were her only background at love. Anya was in her third year in high school when she got a boyfriend, and now she considers herself an expert in love after being having going through more than 10 of such kind of relationship which she had disappointingly ended one after another.

    “Writing a romance story should be easy for me”, Anya smugly thought when she had first decided on what genre to write on, and she had that thought two days ago. But she still can’t think of something that she can use to start with her story.

    “What should I do? Urgh. This is so frustrating!” For about 5 seconds Anya thought of giving up on writing the story. “Why is it so hard to write a love story! Should I focus on Emery first, or Alex?”

    “Hey, stupid shrimp! Are you madly talking to yourself now?”

    Anya’s heart jumped. Ed’s roughly shaven face interrupted her concentration as he just entered inside her “personal space” without warning...

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You can read the rest of it here.

You can also monitor my attempt at writing this story on my Wordpress blog.

I hope you enjoy this.

JAA NE!

I Sent Myself a Fan Mail

I have just sent a fan mail to myself on Tumblr. It feels so good! :)

Sending a fan mail to yourself will make you feel awesome. Trust me. It' sounds crazy, but it will encourage you to love yourself more.

Just remember Eleanore's (Roosevelt) words, "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent".


If you don't give love to yourself, how can you give love to other people? 


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JAA NE!

RULES OF GLENS

I've been fascinated of these "rules of" sites that I decided to create one for myself. I think it's fun to create some kind of a "code of conduct" for yourself, some constant reminder of what you should and should be mindful of. I've recently created my own "rules of" site on Wordpress. Here's one of the posts I've made, and this one's on Facebook post. I would have written "Don't wear your heart on your sleeve. And don't post it on Facebook either", but I'm not really sure what's the best way to phrase it, so it ended up like this. 

I'm not saying that I follow these rules strictly and without fail. I just thought these rules would constantly bug me that I decided to put them into writing.

As Edward Cullen in Midnight Sun would say, "Keep it honest, keep it light". I want it to be honest and entertaining. You can check out the site at RULES OF GLENS.


JAA NE!