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For those who still follow me: It's where I've been hanging out lately. No hard feelings. But livejournal has a special place in my heart still. I'll come back when I'm ready.
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"For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace."

- Barack Obama's Inaugural Address

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pearl
17 January 2009 @ 02:11 am

Do you know what it feels like to walk along the beach, undisturbed, and wade in a gentle tide?

From the moment the cold sea pools and gathers around your legs, there is a sense of renewal. It wordlessly eases forth all those sentiments you had thought once lost--forgiveness, gratitude, and optimism. There, lapping at your feet, you can feel everything shifting smoothly into a new form, the sand funneling softly away from under you.

Before you know it, you are ready to begin once more.
 
 
Current Music: uyama hiroto - ribbon in the sea
 
 
pearl
10 July 2008 @ 05:15 pm
It's warm.
I mean it's been warm as all mind-numbing hell for over a month now, hasn't it?!
Oh. The "?!" was supposed to express my fragile sanity.

D:

So when I haven't been studying for organic chemistry, I quietly dismantle my head from its neck and rattle the marbles in my little noggin. "WHAT CAN I DO WITH MY SPARE TIME, DAMNIT??!!!"


i can't pick them all up, umma~Collapse )
 
 
Current Music: 소녀시대 // Girl's Generation
 
 
pearl
03 June 2008 @ 07:53 pm
Have you all seen/heard about the Free Hugs Campaign?

Free Hugs in Japan




The Japan campaign is awesome and there are numerous videos on Youtube of others who've done the same. But this particular sign-bearer girl is something else; people are drawn to her, some run eagerly, others lift her in the air. My favorite parts: When the girl has to coax the young man in the beginning into a hug. And when the girl in the green skirt does a running leap into the sign-bearer's arms. And LOL at all the gaijin in the park~! The use of Mr. Children's song, "Sign", is also a major plus :3

Free Hugs in China and Korea...Collapse )

Anyway, I leave you all with this until I return again, sometime in the future. This is my last post until final exams are over and I fly back home on the 14th. There are so many things to attend to, things I had wanted to say. But, ara, it's time to go.

Take care and remember to find something in life to be happy about.

Yours devotedly,
Pearl
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Current Music: peppertones // drama
 
 
 
pearl
27 May 2008 @ 01:10 am
OH MY...............I HAVE TO SEE THIS I MUST, I MUST.

It's an anime about a guy who can communicate with microorganisms. Not only is that the nerdiest and most illogical plot concept for an anime, but those bacteria are DAMN cute.



Oh my god I want to hug them. And then eat them O-o;
 
 
pearl
25 May 2008 @ 02:58 am
I'm not a big fan of AMVs, really, but I found this the other day and really liked it.

It's a music video for one of my favorite films, Millennium Actress.
There aren't many spoilers, don't worry~

When Chiyoko runs down the covered passage in the blue kimono, and she pounds on the closed door, that scene is still my favorite and it still makes me cry.



 
 
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"Jack of all trades, master of none, though ofttimes better than master of one."

~*~
 
 
pearl
19 May 2008 @ 12:18 pm
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

is one of those books that, after reading it, I thought: "What a load of shit."

I read it when I was about thirteen, an age when I was a most ravenous reader, when I would frequent the library every week. Indulging in the tragic mores of Dostoevsky and Tolstoy, finding myself in gray countrysides imagined and lived by a British authoress, and finding time to sniffle wearily for the sake of Steinbeck. My literary tastes today pale against what they were back in those days. But probably for the better. I was quite a snob back then (my seventh grade teacher professed JE to be her favorite book. And I balked).

But for English class this quarter we were required to read it once more. And things have changed. I like it. I do. Have I softened? Become more sentimental in these few years? Or have I merely become less jaded--have I matured?

I once reviled Rochester's confession in Chapter XXVII, but now it did bring tears to my eyes.

“I resumed my notice of you. There was something glad in your glance, and genial in your manner, when you conversed: I saw you had a social heart; it was the silent schoolroom—it was the tedium of your life—that made you mournful. I permitted myself the delight of being kind to you; kindness stirred emotion soon: your face became soft in expression, your tones gentle; I liked my name pronounced by your lips in a grateful happy accent. I used to enjoy a chance meeting with you, Jane, at this time: there was a curious hesitation in your manner: you glanced at me with a slight trouble—a hovering doubt: you did not know what my caprice might be—whether I was going to play the master and be stern, or the friend and be benignant. I was now too fond of you often to simulate the first whim; and, when I stretched my hand out cordially, such bloom and light and bliss rose to your young, wistful features, I had much ado often to avoid straining you then and there to my heart.”

...“You see now how the case stands—do you not?” he continued. “After a youth and manhood passed half in unutterable misery and half in dreary solitude, I have for the first time found what I can truly love—I have found you. You are my sympathy—my better self—my good angel. I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wraps my existence about you, and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.


I am such a corny old woman on the inside.
No. Worse, I think I am more like a middling-aged Japanese man who drowns out his sorrows in cans of cold Sapporo and enka ballads.

-p.
 
 
pearl
05 May 2008 @ 05:39 pm
Today, they are taking apart
the Santa Monica Ferris Wheel.

When I return home its lights will not greet me from my window at night.

Twice in life I have ridden it, fearful of the shaking aging gondola in the wind. Were they supposed to be so unstable, I worried. The fluttering at my heart erupted into panic. Oh my god, I quailed in utter melodrama, could we die? The hard plastic seat would not be clutched comfortably in my hands, so I cowered as my friends laughed freely, but not without kindness. Then finally I dared to look out at the world, with a heart beating timorous tattoos within my chest.

The ocean from that height and proximity, the gem-blue sky and briny air were things at which to marvel. At last, the nerves eased back into my body and I smiled.

Suddenly and very quickly, things are changed.

When I return home there will be a replacement. A new whirling wheel with four times as many lights bleeding into the night sky. It will be fitted with new metal and ready for hundreds more people to travel its cyclical itinerary.

I probably won't really notice the difference.

It's bigger, I'll think absently. It's brighter and safer too, perhaps.

In a day I will forget and forget I ever cared.

Soon, the old Wheel will make its way to Oklahoma, a place far different from where it has been. Can I say--I am sorry for it. There is no ocean for it to look towards. And it will surely be missing its fobs. Perhaps it will remain static and unhinged in some lot for a while, waiting mutely for the crowds to come back and clamber into its floating gondolas again someday.

Santa Monica Ferris Wheel,

good bye & good luck
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