I guess it's time for an update. Wow, I can't believe it's already "summertime". It never "really" feels like time has pasted that fast. It always feels like that the past year just went by a lil too fast and it's not much different this year except it feels like it went by WAY too fast this year. Last night I had a dream and it related to Ottawa in a way but it was weird cause I got off the bus for some choir thing while everyone else didn't. But the weird thing is these people were heading home and somehow, the place the choir was dropped off was close enough for my dad to come pick me up. Weird dreams, eh? Lately, I've been watching a tvb chinese series called Heart of Greed, I think I've gotten so "obsessed" with it that a lot of what happened in the series has affected me. I won't spoil it for you readers cause it's still screening in Toronto on fairchild tv. But I must mention that the series was filmed very well and all the characters were portrayed amazingly. Moses is amazing at doing his character, haha soo funny! And Linda and Raymond and a lot of others characters. It's a series that you should all definetely watch!
Onto another note, now that grade 11 is officially over, in a few weeks, I'll be a grade 12. I know that I'm definetely not ready yet but I guess I can just "hope for the best" in September. I feel kind of irritated that the "end of the year" seemed so rushed, like I couldn't get quite a few grads to sign my yearbook AND it feels like I still haven't said proper goodbye to them. I guess msn will just have to do! But anyways, I would like to wish all readers who are grads all the best in uni and that you must come visit us because I'm just "that awesome" LOL, kidding. But yknow, the grade 11s are quite awesome ;]. And for the rest of the readers, all the best for you all next year and to the ones that shared memories with me this year, thanks <3.>
Anyways, this is the last batch of poems that was included in my poetry portfolio so enjoy them while they last ;]. I think it's quite coincedental of the order I decided to post some poems because I think choosing to post these 2 last and at this time is perfect because it really really relates to the series I just finished watching, heehee. Anyways, hope you all enjoy and leave a comment ;]
~mushroom-chan;; heart.of.greed.ftw;;
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So the poem below is an ode and it can be quite generalized to someone praising their brother, parents, friends or boyfriend. I don't have a real answer of who this ode was praising in my opinion so just interpet it the way you want. But if you watched the heart of greed... haha nevermind.
Him
I still hear his voice
On dark lonely nights
I still feel his soul
Under the cold covers
I still feel his cozy cuddles
When hugging a teddy bear
I still hear his soft whispers
When the wind breezes by
I still see his strong body
When a storm hits the area
I still feel his warm hands
Under the cold running water
I still hear his name
When the attendance is called
He went by the name Avery
And sometimes just Ave
These memories of him
Can never leave me
He was awesome
Greater than awesome
When I walk down the track
I still feel the sound of his foot
Running hard and making long strides
To become the champion he is
When reading about myths
I am reminded of him
Because he is a god
My god of support
When crossing Rancliff lane
I go back to that rainy day
Where he saved my life
And became my hero
I opened these books
And I see him as Einstein
I look at these photos
And I see him as happiness
I must have been lucky
To have been loved by
Not only a god
But my very own hero
Alissa Tse*
The following poem is an elegy, which is a poem that mourns about someone's death or the dead. Again, interpret it the way you want. But again, if you relate to the Heart of Greed, haha fine i'll just shush about that now.
Moving On
When we were young children
We learned to greet others
“Hello” when we saw them
And “Goodbye” when they left
But these words weren’t just greetings
They were the beginnings and the endings
To people, to tales, and to relationships
To myths, to friendships, and to stories
I didn’t know how to say goodbye
To friends and people I loved
And I didn’t want to say hello
Knowing soon, I’ll have to say goodbye
Sometimes the hellos came with happiness
And goodbyes ended with sorrow
Sometimes the hellos came with hurt
And goodbyes ended with hurt as well
But people keep telling me that
I have to say goodbye to you
Even if letting go of you
Meant sorrow and hurt to me
But I want to ask why…
I have to learn to move on
And to say goodbye
In this tragic way
I don’t know how to face
More days without you
I don’t know how to accept
That you are gone
They say you’ll always be there with me
Because you’re always looking down at me
From the beautiful clouds in the day
And the shining stars at night
They say that even though
You’re not here anymore
Your soul is with me
And you have never left
Then why must I say goodbye
Why do I have to move on?
When you’re still always here
Why must I let go?
If I knew it was going to be so hard
Maybe I should have left with you
Then maybe we could be together
Without having to say goodbye
But I guess once I said hello
I have to say goodbye
Once I have held on
I have to let go
I love you so dearly,
I will never forget you
Even if I must move on
You will be in my heart
It’s time to close the book
Time for this story to end
Time for me to say “goodbye”
Time for me to move on.
Alissa Tse*
~mushroom-chan;; my.heart.leads;;
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
The Story of Poetry
So yeah, I'm updating again... not so bad, eh? Less than 2 weeks! Anyways, I was feeling a lil (inserts word) and I kept thinking of my invisible poem. Yeah, even people like me can be emo! And well, just kept thinking about it, of course for a reason, but if you really want to know that reason, well have fun trying to figure it out! Anyways, I'm halfway into exams, so I might as well do an update before i'm poof, gone YET again! And plus, I'm taking a break today then it's all back to studying yet again. Except... I don't know.. it's not soo bad, the idea of it cause I don't really want the year to end. I don't crave on summer that much, and absolutely not grade 12. However, maybe I just want to sort of ditch this place for awhile. I don't know, I feel like I need some fresh new things to come in my life. *thinks about wongfu* Haha. I feel like I'm very bashful. Oh well, I don't mean to offend any of my readers. I guess the year coming to an end just makes me really sad. I'm going to miss a lot of you guys, hopefully even if you're in uni and all that you'll all come here once in awhile to check out new stories AND poems! ;] Anyways, I was debating whether I should respond to the comments you guys all made or not. And I haven't decided. Well, I'll do it generally: thanks for all the compliments, and I'm glad you all enjoyed the poems as much as I enjoyed them. And thanks for the warm support and "feel better comments" <3. Anyways, I've got another two set of poems below, so enjoy and please leave a warm msg. LOL
~mushroom-chan;; cause.i'm.just.invisible;;
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So this poem was written very close to the due date of the portfolio. As a "writer", it's not easy coming up with poems that fast, so rhyme was a little hard on these one, it was more just of trying to flow and incorporate all my feelings towards the theme of "love" as that is what my "create my own" poems were based on. The poem has to do with love because of course, in every poem, whether it was a ballad, an elegy, it explained or related to something about love. So anyways, have you guys heard "the story" yet:
Our Story
The day you took my hand
The day you said you loved me
You promised you won’t be gone
That you’ll always be with me
But now, where did you go?
Where did you leave to?
Why aren’t you here?
Why aren’t you with me?
I still remember those dark warm nights
When the moon was still half as bright
You would take me by the hand
And hold me tightly, and never letting go
We would walk under the stars
On this never-ending path
And even if it was snowing,
it felt like the sun was glowing
I still remember those sunny bright mornings,
I would lay half awake on my bed
And without a sound, you would come over
To greet me and Avery, “good morning”
Out of bed I would be,
Just in time to walk in
To another great day and place
With an amazing breakfast
We went through everything together
From elementary school to university
From friendship to relationships
From marriage but not to death
You used to be there to say “good night”
And always there to say “good morning”
We went through the happy times together
And definitely the bad times together
But then came the night
When our finale was written
Only one page left
When our story came to an end
Our story was sweet
But ended in bitter
But as long as it still lives
It will always be our story
Our story ended
And yours did too
And I know mine
Will end soon too
The day you took my hand
You never told me that
This is what it will be like
When you were gone
Alissa Tse*
(yeah, i know some parts were umm quite weird D=)
Another poem I had to write was based on a poem about this guy called Richard Cory... I made it emo. oops D: but yeah, life's not as simple as people make it seems like it does... sometimes, it may be.. but other times we just don't realize the pain people go through... and yet we never sit down to think about how the others feel. We always end up just thinking for ourselves, but haven't ever thought about them. I guess that's what I wanted to incorporate, in the poem we read, Richard Cory was like soo amazing and he seemed like a happy guy and then one night, he put a bullet through his head (the poem states) so my poem just shows.. it's not really what the public all thought. Because, the story of Richard Cory wasn't that simple:
The Story of Richard Cory
Legends had spoke of this great man
Different stories from one to another
It was said that Richard Cory was happy
a man who was kind, noble, brave and wealthy
But not many knew about his deepest secrets
The messages that he vaguely showed
No one knew about the pain he had
The unhappiness that he had gone through
The town saw a great big smile,
On a man dressed in a fashionable style
But what went on behind this man’s face
The town knew nothing of
Lucky or not, I do not know
But the other side of Cory
I dare can say I have seen
And happy it was not
Money meant nothing to him
For he had no one to spend it with
Born as a lonely child and
Having no more family after 25
At the age of five,
His mother had died
Not long after,
His father followed
The lovely age of 25 then came,
Where he met his love of his life
But only to have to lose her and
Say goodbye two years later
His heart was played with
Taken away and torn apart
His feelings were trashed
And treated like dirt
But Richard never cared
And when things seem to settle
It all just went crashing again
And he had to say goodbye
Richard hated the word “goodbye”
Because every time, he said it,
He lost another one he loved
Another one he cared about
Then finally, came the time
That he could take no more
He was going to say “good bye”
For the very last time
He chose that same summer night
Where he lost all his loved ones
He took away his soul so that
He can say his one last “goodbye”
The story started with
calm, beautiful and peaceful
only for an ending of
sorrow, dark, and death
-Alissa Tse
Poor Richard Cory is all I have left to say. Anyways, that's all I have for now. I'll be back again for more later... so stay tuned and keep checking back. And once again ENJOY! And lastly, I want to thank WongFu one more time for making amazing videos that always seem to bring a smile to my face no matter what. <3>
~mushroom-chan;; don't.want.to.say.goodbye;;
~mushroom-chan;; cause.i'm.just.invisible;;
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So this poem was written very close to the due date of the portfolio. As a "writer", it's not easy coming up with poems that fast, so rhyme was a little hard on these one, it was more just of trying to flow and incorporate all my feelings towards the theme of "love" as that is what my "create my own" poems were based on. The poem has to do with love because of course, in every poem, whether it was a ballad, an elegy, it explained or related to something about love. So anyways, have you guys heard "the story" yet:
Our Story
The day you took my hand
The day you said you loved me
You promised you won’t be gone
That you’ll always be with me
But now, where did you go?
Where did you leave to?
Why aren’t you here?
Why aren’t you with me?
I still remember those dark warm nights
When the moon was still half as bright
You would take me by the hand
And hold me tightly, and never letting go
We would walk under the stars
On this never-ending path
And even if it was snowing,
it felt like the sun was glowing
I still remember those sunny bright mornings,
I would lay half awake on my bed
And without a sound, you would come over
To greet me and Avery, “good morning”
Out of bed I would be,
Just in time to walk in
To another great day and place
With an amazing breakfast
We went through everything together
From elementary school to university
From friendship to relationships
From marriage but not to death
You used to be there to say “good night”
And always there to say “good morning”
We went through the happy times together
And definitely the bad times together
But then came the night
When our finale was written
Only one page left
When our story came to an end
Our story was sweet
But ended in bitter
But as long as it still lives
It will always be our story
Our story ended
And yours did too
And I know mine
Will end soon too
The day you took my hand
You never told me that
This is what it will be like
When you were gone
Alissa Tse*
(yeah, i know some parts were umm quite weird D=)
Another poem I had to write was based on a poem about this guy called Richard Cory... I made it emo. oops D: but yeah, life's not as simple as people make it seems like it does... sometimes, it may be.. but other times we just don't realize the pain people go through... and yet we never sit down to think about how the others feel. We always end up just thinking for ourselves, but haven't ever thought about them. I guess that's what I wanted to incorporate, in the poem we read, Richard Cory was like soo amazing and he seemed like a happy guy and then one night, he put a bullet through his head (the poem states) so my poem just shows.. it's not really what the public all thought. Because, the story of Richard Cory wasn't that simple:
The Story of Richard Cory
Legends had spoke of this great man
Different stories from one to another
It was said that Richard Cory was happy
a man who was kind, noble, brave and wealthy
But not many knew about his deepest secrets
The messages that he vaguely showed
No one knew about the pain he had
The unhappiness that he had gone through
The town saw a great big smile,
On a man dressed in a fashionable style
But what went on behind this man’s face
The town knew nothing of
Lucky or not, I do not know
But the other side of Cory
I dare can say I have seen
And happy it was not
Money meant nothing to him
For he had no one to spend it with
Born as a lonely child and
Having no more family after 25
At the age of five,
His mother had died
Not long after,
His father followed
The lovely age of 25 then came,
Where he met his love of his life
But only to have to lose her and
Say goodbye two years later
His heart was played with
Taken away and torn apart
His feelings were trashed
And treated like dirt
But Richard never cared
And when things seem to settle
It all just went crashing again
And he had to say goodbye
Richard hated the word “goodbye”
Because every time, he said it,
He lost another one he loved
Another one he cared about
Then finally, came the time
That he could take no more
He was going to say “good bye”
For the very last time
He chose that same summer night
Where he lost all his loved ones
He took away his soul so that
He can say his one last “goodbye”
The story started with
calm, beautiful and peaceful
only for an ending of
sorrow, dark, and death
-Alissa Tse
Poor Richard Cory is all I have left to say. Anyways, that's all I have for now. I'll be back again for more later... so stay tuned and keep checking back. And once again ENJOY! And lastly, I want to thank WongFu one more time for making amazing videos that always seem to bring a smile to my face no matter what. <3>
~mushroom-chan;; don't.want.to.say.goodbye;;
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Back from a Long Break: Birth Of Poetry
So I know I've been dead for a very LONG time... And I didn't expect to not write in 4 months but once regionals came, everything just started coming and I had no time to write any stories and my brain was soo clogged that no ideas came. But I think I am back for a bit now, I just thought I'll put up an update before I disappear again because of exams. But I'm sure going to try to update as often as I can during the summer, but no promises =\ So quite a bit has happened lately, and I just want to thank all those who shared so much memories with me in grade 11, I still can't believe that it's coming to an end. I keep thinking sometimes that we still have the Ottawa Nationals trip only remembering that it is only the past now. But good times, good times. I thank everyone of you who made my year this year so much more memorable. Thanks for those who kept sticking there with me, tolerating my attitude and stuff. I couldn't have gone through without you guys. I'm so grateful to have met soo many new people and I'm sure going to miss a lot of you guys next year. But hey, we'll KIT.
Anyways, so you probably are wondering what I mean by the "Birthy Of Poetry", so at school, in maybe like near March, we were working on Poetry(?) and I got a little into it. Although it was actaully a required assignment where I had to write a few poems and research a few poems, I still think I put some thought into this writing. I wanted to post it here when I wrote them but because I didn't have the time and my teacher had not marked it yet, I decided not to. Yesterday, I got my poetry portfolio back so I decided to post up the poems I wrote (not sure if i'm going to do it one by one or...) but anyways, i don't really have the portfolio with me anymore, it was like a scrapbook of my life (in a way). I don't have it because my teacher wanted to keep it but fear not, i still have the poems. Haha, so hope you enjoy these poems of mine. Thanks <3>
~mushroom-chan;; just.not.ready;;
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~POEMS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So this is one of the very first poems I wrote for the unit. At the beggining of this unit, my teacher had asked us to write a lyric, in the end, she gave it back to us to be included in our portfolio and marked then. A lyric is a form of poem that expresses intense emotions and feelings of the author. This lyric/poem actaully reflects off myself quite a bit, it means a lot to me, I did generalized some things but it's again quite personal (and possibly not that hard to relate to)
The Power of You
If I had a second opportunity
I might have chosen differently,
to not go so fast
but now, this is only the past.
I was a lost child,
but you made me smile.
You helped me find
everything I left behind.
You took me by the hand
only to make me understand,
that true love doesn't exist
that I took the wrong risk.
And when I tried to let go
you wouldn't go with the flow,
you held on to me tight
like I was your only light.
The words you used on me
became the very key,
that opened my heart again
and caused me so much pain.
I cried so much for you
because yes, it was true,
it was true
that I loved you.
You protected me from my fears
but also gave me tears,
you made me laugh
but also tore me in half.
You had that power
to shine like a beautiful flower,
then you gave me a ride
to meet your dark side.
I don't want to see you again,
I don’t want to go through this pain,
I don’t want this to be true,
I don’t want to love you.
So if I had a second chance
I would have taken a glance,
of your possible dedication
to this imperfection.
Alissa Tse*
Ohkay, so that's one of the first poems I wrote. The second poem I'm going to post up today is quite short and simple in a way. But again, it's not as "happy" as you may think it is. This poem was a very nice experiment perhaps? And I decided to include this poem in the poetry portofolio like last minute but I think my teacher enjoyed it a lot, haha, guess it was more deep and emotional then I thought it would be. So ever thought of what it would be like to be invisible? Here's what it's like:
Invisible
Don’t be so keen
On not being seen
It’s not the same
As fun and games
Walking through malls
Passing through walls
No one knows you
It’s sad but it’s true
No one will share
No one will care
You’re left all alone
In your own little zone
The feeling of invisible
Is actually invincible
No one to help you
No one, not even you
There’s no magical potion
Not even a lotion
So don’t be agreeable
When asked to be invisible
- Alissa Tse
The explanation in my portfolio of the "Invisible" Poem:
"I decided to include this poem that I wrote early in the poetry unit because it reminds me of a significant point of my life and something that is important to me. I’ve always remembered that when we were young, we thought being invisible would be so cool because then no one would be able to see us and we would be able to do so many things we couldn’t do when we were visible. I decided to write this poem because I was reminded of this topic while watching a video/short produced by this group where the coolest super power was to be invisible. Although I see the advantage and ability of being invisible, people would never actually think what invisible “really” meant until they have felt it. Well, I once had felt invisible around people, like I never or didn’t exist. I will have to say it’s not the greatest feeling of all. It’s not the nicest to feel invisible or left out around your friends because when you feel that all the people you always cared about and treasured didn’t feel the same way for you. In my poem, I tried to incorporate the feeling of loneliness with the super power definition of invisible together to point out that invisible is more than doing cool things because sometimes, it’s not really that cool to be invisible."
Alright, that's all I have for today. I'll be back soon with more updates. Stay tuned!
~mushroom-chan;; poetrified.LOL;;
Anyways, so you probably are wondering what I mean by the "Birthy Of Poetry", so at school, in maybe like near March, we were working on Poetry(?) and I got a little into it. Although it was actaully a required assignment where I had to write a few poems and research a few poems, I still think I put some thought into this writing. I wanted to post it here when I wrote them but because I didn't have the time and my teacher had not marked it yet, I decided not to. Yesterday, I got my poetry portfolio back so I decided to post up the poems I wrote (not sure if i'm going to do it one by one or...) but anyways, i don't really have the portfolio with me anymore, it was like a scrapbook of my life (in a way). I don't have it because my teacher wanted to keep it but fear not, i still have the poems. Haha, so hope you enjoy these poems of mine. Thanks <3>
~mushroom-chan;; just.not.ready;;
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~POEMS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So this is one of the very first poems I wrote for the unit. At the beggining of this unit, my teacher had asked us to write a lyric, in the end, she gave it back to us to be included in our portfolio and marked then. A lyric is a form of poem that expresses intense emotions and feelings of the author. This lyric/poem actaully reflects off myself quite a bit, it means a lot to me, I did generalized some things but it's again quite personal (and possibly not that hard to relate to)
The Power of You
If I had a second opportunity
I might have chosen differently,
to not go so fast
but now, this is only the past.
I was a lost child,
but you made me smile.
You helped me find
everything I left behind.
You took me by the hand
only to make me understand,
that true love doesn't exist
that I took the wrong risk.
And when I tried to let go
you wouldn't go with the flow,
you held on to me tight
like I was your only light.
The words you used on me
became the very key,
that opened my heart again
and caused me so much pain.
I cried so much for you
because yes, it was true,
it was true
that I loved you.
You protected me from my fears
but also gave me tears,
you made me laugh
but also tore me in half.
You had that power
to shine like a beautiful flower,
then you gave me a ride
to meet your dark side.
I don't want to see you again,
I don’t want to go through this pain,
I don’t want this to be true,
I don’t want to love you.
So if I had a second chance
I would have taken a glance,
of your possible dedication
to this imperfection.
Alissa Tse*
Ohkay, so that's one of the first poems I wrote. The second poem I'm going to post up today is quite short and simple in a way. But again, it's not as "happy" as you may think it is. This poem was a very nice experiment perhaps? And I decided to include this poem in the poetry portofolio like last minute but I think my teacher enjoyed it a lot, haha, guess it was more deep and emotional then I thought it would be. So ever thought of what it would be like to be invisible? Here's what it's like:
Invisible
Don’t be so keen
On not being seen
It’s not the same
As fun and games
Walking through malls
Passing through walls
No one knows you
It’s sad but it’s true
No one will share
No one will care
You’re left all alone
In your own little zone
The feeling of invisible
Is actually invincible
No one to help you
No one, not even you
There’s no magical potion
Not even a lotion
So don’t be agreeable
When asked to be invisible
- Alissa Tse
The explanation in my portfolio of the "Invisible" Poem:
"I decided to include this poem that I wrote early in the poetry unit because it reminds me of a significant point of my life and something that is important to me. I’ve always remembered that when we were young, we thought being invisible would be so cool because then no one would be able to see us and we would be able to do so many things we couldn’t do when we were visible. I decided to write this poem because I was reminded of this topic while watching a video/short produced by this group where the coolest super power was to be invisible. Although I see the advantage and ability of being invisible, people would never actually think what invisible “really” meant until they have felt it. Well, I once had felt invisible around people, like I never or didn’t exist. I will have to say it’s not the greatest feeling of all. It’s not the nicest to feel invisible or left out around your friends because when you feel that all the people you always cared about and treasured didn’t feel the same way for you. In my poem, I tried to incorporate the feeling of loneliness with the super power definition of invisible together to point out that invisible is more than doing cool things because sometimes, it’s not really that cool to be invisible."
Alright, that's all I have for today. I'll be back soon with more updates. Stay tuned!
~mushroom-chan;; poetrified.LOL;;
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
A Valentine's Gift For All (Love, Lose & Hate*)
Love is in the air, or is it not? Happy Early Valentine's Day, guys! I guess, it's time I've had a "real" update, it's been over a month since the last story. I hope you enjoy this one because it's going to be -at least- another month before I have another story up. School's getting busy these few weeks especially with Regionals for band coming up. I really can't believe that we're one and half months into 2008 already. I'm not much of a fan of Valentine's Day, I mean I'm single, so I really care less. But I do not mind it, I mean, it's fun to have those events go on at school, especially last year and it's nice when you know you can at least spend your valentine's day with the friends you love. That's how I spread my love ;]
And well, since it's Valentine's Day, I've decided to spread some love to my online readers and in the cyber world perhaps. A Valentine's Day Gift for all, no matter if you're single, married, engaged, in a relationship etc. It's for everyone =] It was hard writing this story, and it's perhaps in a way a little different from the previous one. But here's a little treat for everyone before the big day of "love" of the year comes. So Enjoy! & Happy Valentine's Day! <3
~mushroom-chan;; feelin'.a.lil.loved;;
~~~~~le story~~~~~
Love, Lose & Hate*
I used to hate Valentine’s Day. Not really because I didn’t have my own special someone but because it felt like people only treated Valentine’s Day as the day to share it with that someone and only that someone. It made all the ones who didn’t have partners feel like what Chris would say “dorks”. And not only people who were single felt like dorks, sometimes, the ones in a relationship felt this way too. The reason was because their partner wasn’t there with them, didn’t treat them to anything or spend time with them. And not to mention the ones that might have just gotten out of a relationship recently before Valentine’s Day. I have nothing against with giving the one you love roses or flowers, or even spending some extra time with them. I just don’t understand why people have to make Valentine’s Day such a big deal; February 14th is just like any other day in the year except it had a name to it.
So what if I didn’t have a special someone to celebrate my Valentine’s Day with? What made the difference? Isn’t Valentine’s Day really a day for you to show the ones you love that you care about them? And when I’m saying the ones you love, I mean everyone you love not just your special someone. It could be your mom, your dad, your siblings and even your friends. I think that is why we gave out valentine cards to everyone when we were young and after all, without all those people, you may have never found that special someone in the first place. I never understood why those mushy love couples just had to rub it in the face’s of single individuals. We’re single; we know it and we don’t need someone out there to remind us. If you are going to make Valentine’s Day such a big deal then just keep it to yourself. And if you can’t, then spread the love but the warm love that everyone likes, not the one that makes people feel lonely.
Even though it seemed like I didn’t really understand the importance of Valentine’s Day, I did know why it was so special to some. And just because I don’t like it all that much, don’t take me wrong, I did see good in it, it made everyone smile in a way and even the ones who were single. As being single, we all adapted easily to the environment because we have a lot of love ourselves. And I guess at one point of your life, there’s going to be at least one Valentine’s Day that was special to you. And even someone like me, wanted the Valentine’s Day 5 years ago to be special.
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Chris was the one who showed me that Valentine’s Day really could be special for everyone; he made a special Valentine’s Day become a reality to me. Chris gave me what every girl dreamed to have: someone that loves and cares for you the same way you do for them. I no longer could only think about these things but can actually say to myself “it happened to me too”. Chris is one of those typical nice guys that everyone likes. Except his difference from a nice guy is he did have someone that loves him, me. Another difference perhaps was that everyone knew he was going to easily find a girlfriend for sure and whoever that girl was would be very lucky. That’s sort of why I never thought it could happen to me because there’s always those times when I wonder if I really deserved someone like Chris. But then Chris proved to me that I deserved a nice boyfriend just like the way people said he deserved a nice girlfriend. It also then came known to me that I was considered the typical nice girl.
I still clearly remember every memory that I shared with Chris and I’ll never forget. I’ll always treasure all our memories close to my heart, from when we first met until the end. We started out as good friends, ones that always hung out together, had those laughs but got into arguments at times too. I still remember that sweet smile of his that caught my attention, it is a smile that some girls would die for and others would just plainly burst out in laughter. But to me, it is a perfect sweet smile that brought happiness to my heart. Whenever he was around me, it felt like everything just brightened up. But most importantly, he was there with me, going through all my ups and downs. When I cried, his shoulder would be there for me to cry on. When I smiled or laughed, he would be there to be happy with me. When I was angry, he would be there like a punching dummy, for me to complain at.
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I’ll never forget Chris and I guess he was what made me want a “special” Valentine’s Day four years ago for once. I remember the day when he pulled me aside saying he had something important to tell me. Knowing Chris and I, when it was important, it usually meant serious business like assignments, projects or problems in life. I just never expected all that to happen. He pulled me aside to the corridor which is probably not one of the best places to discuss assignments or projects but I probably had been drained out after completing midterms and getting the results of them to notice that. And with Valentine’s Day coming up soon, I got moody easily that week.
The past week I had not gotten enough sleep at all and I haven’t felt too good for awhile even though exams were over so when he pulled me aside, I started to zone out right away thinking that it was probably just one of those regular talks we always had. And well, Chris noticed, and asked me what was “wrong?” Chris knew me very well, I wasn’t the type to zone out that easily on friends and if I did zone out, it usually meant I was really tired or not in a good mood. And this time, it was both; I was exhausted from midterms and all my problems. But before I could answer him, Chris already knew I haven’t gotten enough sleep. And he just gave me a disappointed look except the one that made me feel really relaxed.
Then he started talking again saying things like “I know you’re tired, but this is really important”. Haha, I loved it when Chris wanted to sound really formal and professional. And he kept going even though he saw the little smirk on my face. He mentioned about the stress we were going through recently and the troubles that occurred in both of our lives. Then, he started talking about our memories and said “You’ve always been there for me, and remember that promise I made to you, that no matter what, I’ll always be there for you.”
Yes, I remembered those words, and even though sometimes it felt like he bailed on them when we got into arguments, in the end, we always fixed our problems. I nodded and he continued “And I want you to know that I won’t break those promises but I want to promise you something else if you will let me…” He waited for me to give him the nod of “go on” and he started again “I don’t want to just be there for you as a close friend or like an older brother. Because you’re special to me even if you always tell me you feel like you’re just like everyone else. And I want to be there for you like I’m your boyfriend, like the special someone that you want. Because I like you, Bridget, a lot...” For a few seconds, there was what people would refer to as “awkward silence”. Then I spoke up “How long have you been feeling this way?” He answered me and said for quite awhile. I didn’t really know what to say anymore, and it felt like I couldn’t mouth anything else out, except for “Chris… I…”
But I couldn’t continue, because I was afraid. Chris heard me and started nodding and asked me to continue. I felt his fingers touching mine and I just closed me eyes and said “I… I like… I like you too…” He then took my hand and said “I won’t break my promises…” and kissed me on the cheek. I didn’t know what to say next so I just nodded and he gave me a big hug. And that instant, I started feeling teary but all Chris did was just hug me even more tightly, and I felt like I never had to let go of him. Because he was there for me and I knew I could just stay here as long as I wanted and Chris would still be here holding me tightly and closely. Even though he didn’t say anything, he held me tightly enough to prove to me that we’ll solve any obstacles of ours together, hand in hand, step by step. All my problems just disappeared for those few minutes and I knew deep in my heart that I wasn’t alone anymore, because I had a special someone, one that I could spend with on Valentine’s Day this year.
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After that incident in the corridor, I started to actually care a little bit about Valentine’s Day; something inside of me just wanted this one to be a little more special then all the ones in the past. And because I’ve spent all my past Valentine’s Day with my friends, I really wanted this one to be a little different, just a little. With Chris spending it with me, it made it really special already but I guess that really cute teddy bear, the chocolates that I ended up giving to all my friends, and the flowers he gave me all made it even more special. But what made me feel that this Valentine’s Day was unique was that Chris was there to spend it with me as my boyfriend but at the same time, we could spent it with our awesome friends, spreading our love and happiness to everyone else so we can all be happy together. Though I do admit that it was nice to come home with Casper and flowers knowing that I had a special someone out there and it was Chris.
And ever since that special Valentine’s Day, I looked at Valentine’s Day a little differently until Year 2 University. Everything changed on that Valentine’s Day, so much happened: once in a lifetime experiences, nothing was the same again, they were like… Like chemical changes. Once the change occurred, there was no way of reversing it. Except these weren’t happy changes or happy experiences, they’re the reasons for all those tears I lost on Feb 14th of my 2nd year of university.
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I miss Chris; he left me when I was 19, forever. I remember that day; it had been 3 years since we’ve been together. The weather outside that day was nice but very cold. Though it was cold, I still felt warm inside because it was Valentine’s Day and I knew I could spend it with Chris for the whole day since it was a Saturday. The day started out at Tim Horton’s, a place we visited often in the winter as the hot chocolate was a nice way to keep cozy and warm. We then spent the morning at a nearby mall and had lunch. But a day with Chris and me during a busy week of school could never leave studying out especially since midterms were coming up the next week. So we went to the library and worked on some “homework”. In the early evening, we decided to call out some friends to spend some time together; after all, we barely had time to hang out. We had dinner and then crashed at a friend’s place before we headed home a few hours later. When I got to the door of my house, Chris gave me something but he told me to open it when I was inside. Before he left, he told me he had a surprise for me when I got home. He mentioned something along the lines of a letter or something. He kissed me goodbye and went back into the car and drove away. And that was the last of everything.
I went inside and headed into my room, I opened my present, and inside the bag was another teddy bear. There was also a photo album and a journal. I looked at the photo album and saw how thick it was, and I started thinking that we must have taken many many photos together. I took my new teddy bear out and placed it on my bed then I started getting ready for bed. I went to take a shower and when I came out; I saw that I had several missed calls on my cell, and they were all from Chris’ elder brother. Something felt wrong but before I could call him back to find out what was wrong, he called me. And I knew I wasn’t in for anything too good; he told me Chris was in the hospital and told me to come right away. Time felt like it stopped for a second and I ran into my brother’s room asking for a ride. And without an answer, my brother grabbed me by the hand and soon enough, I was standing outside the emergency room.
It felt like I was waiting forever for Chris to come out, but during that time, I found out that Chris got into a big car accident and apparently, Chris was not the “wrong” one. I even got a glimpse of the couple that crashed into Chris and his car. I wanted to go over there and give them a lecture about safe driving. But I didn’t, I couldn’t do anything except just stand there and wait for the doctor. The doctor finally came out, and all he said was “I’m sorry. We’ve tried our best.” And then he gave me the “you-better-say-it-now” look. I went inside the room and Chris was still smiling. I tried my best to keep those tears in, I went by the side of his bed and I held his hand. He told me to stop crying and said that everything was going to be alright, like he always did when I cried. He kept smiling and even called me a silly girl. He placed his other hand on my head and rubbed it, but no matter how hard I tried, there was this huge pain inside of me. Then he said it again “Everything will be alright. They always turn out okay. Don’t cry honey. I love you, you silly… silly girl.” Then he let go of my hand, and those were his last words.
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During the next week, Chris’ funeral was held. Many memorial services were also held for Chris at nearby centres and also the schools he attended. I also found out the details to the incident and this was what really happened: while Chris was driving straight at an intersection, the other car was taking a left and the reason the car was losing control was because the person driving the car was being scolded by his girlfriend about not giving her flowers. When I heard this, I was just thinking “a lousy couple took away my special someone forever.” It wasn’t fair; Chris was dead while those two still were living. Why? Chris was innocent, nice and sweet. Why did they have to take him away? And now all I have left of him are the teddy bears he gave me throughout the 3 years we were together, the gifts, the photo album, the letters, the emails, the history conversations, the journal and the memories.
Every once in awhile, I would look back at the photo album and read the funny captions under each photo to relive those memories again. Other times, I read through the journal that he wrote which listed almost every single memory we shared, it felt endless except it wasn’t. Every time I held onto one of those teddy bears, it felt like I was going back to one of those special Valentine’s Day. It brought me back to the first Valentine’s Day we spent together then it reminded me of the last one.
Chris wasn’t going to come back anymore. It’s been 2 years since he passed away, nothing has been the same since the day he left me. I can never look at Valentine’s Day in any good way again because it made me go through a once in a life time experience, ones that aren’t supposed to happen, at least not on Valentine’s Day. I thought Chris could change my views on Valentine’s Day, I thought I would start to enjoy Valentine’s Day a little more after the one I had 5 years ago, but I was wrong. Because to this day now, I still hate Valentine’s Day.
~mushroom-chan
And well, since it's Valentine's Day, I've decided to spread some love to my online readers and in the cyber world perhaps. A Valentine's Day Gift for all, no matter if you're single, married, engaged, in a relationship etc. It's for everyone =] It was hard writing this story, and it's perhaps in a way a little different from the previous one. But here's a little treat for everyone before the big day of "love" of the year comes. So Enjoy! & Happy Valentine's Day! <3
~mushroom-chan;; feelin'.a.lil.loved;;
~~~~~le story~~~~~
Love, Lose & Hate*
I used to hate Valentine’s Day. Not really because I didn’t have my own special someone but because it felt like people only treated Valentine’s Day as the day to share it with that someone and only that someone. It made all the ones who didn’t have partners feel like what Chris would say “dorks”. And not only people who were single felt like dorks, sometimes, the ones in a relationship felt this way too. The reason was because their partner wasn’t there with them, didn’t treat them to anything or spend time with them. And not to mention the ones that might have just gotten out of a relationship recently before Valentine’s Day. I have nothing against with giving the one you love roses or flowers, or even spending some extra time with them. I just don’t understand why people have to make Valentine’s Day such a big deal; February 14th is just like any other day in the year except it had a name to it.
So what if I didn’t have a special someone to celebrate my Valentine’s Day with? What made the difference? Isn’t Valentine’s Day really a day for you to show the ones you love that you care about them? And when I’m saying the ones you love, I mean everyone you love not just your special someone. It could be your mom, your dad, your siblings and even your friends. I think that is why we gave out valentine cards to everyone when we were young and after all, without all those people, you may have never found that special someone in the first place. I never understood why those mushy love couples just had to rub it in the face’s of single individuals. We’re single; we know it and we don’t need someone out there to remind us. If you are going to make Valentine’s Day such a big deal then just keep it to yourself. And if you can’t, then spread the love but the warm love that everyone likes, not the one that makes people feel lonely.
Even though it seemed like I didn’t really understand the importance of Valentine’s Day, I did know why it was so special to some. And just because I don’t like it all that much, don’t take me wrong, I did see good in it, it made everyone smile in a way and even the ones who were single. As being single, we all adapted easily to the environment because we have a lot of love ourselves. And I guess at one point of your life, there’s going to be at least one Valentine’s Day that was special to you. And even someone like me, wanted the Valentine’s Day 5 years ago to be special.
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Chris was the one who showed me that Valentine’s Day really could be special for everyone; he made a special Valentine’s Day become a reality to me. Chris gave me what every girl dreamed to have: someone that loves and cares for you the same way you do for them. I no longer could only think about these things but can actually say to myself “it happened to me too”. Chris is one of those typical nice guys that everyone likes. Except his difference from a nice guy is he did have someone that loves him, me. Another difference perhaps was that everyone knew he was going to easily find a girlfriend for sure and whoever that girl was would be very lucky. That’s sort of why I never thought it could happen to me because there’s always those times when I wonder if I really deserved someone like Chris. But then Chris proved to me that I deserved a nice boyfriend just like the way people said he deserved a nice girlfriend. It also then came known to me that I was considered the typical nice girl.
I still clearly remember every memory that I shared with Chris and I’ll never forget. I’ll always treasure all our memories close to my heart, from when we first met until the end. We started out as good friends, ones that always hung out together, had those laughs but got into arguments at times too. I still remember that sweet smile of his that caught my attention, it is a smile that some girls would die for and others would just plainly burst out in laughter. But to me, it is a perfect sweet smile that brought happiness to my heart. Whenever he was around me, it felt like everything just brightened up. But most importantly, he was there with me, going through all my ups and downs. When I cried, his shoulder would be there for me to cry on. When I smiled or laughed, he would be there to be happy with me. When I was angry, he would be there like a punching dummy, for me to complain at.
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I’ll never forget Chris and I guess he was what made me want a “special” Valentine’s Day four years ago for once. I remember the day when he pulled me aside saying he had something important to tell me. Knowing Chris and I, when it was important, it usually meant serious business like assignments, projects or problems in life. I just never expected all that to happen. He pulled me aside to the corridor which is probably not one of the best places to discuss assignments or projects but I probably had been drained out after completing midterms and getting the results of them to notice that. And with Valentine’s Day coming up soon, I got moody easily that week.
The past week I had not gotten enough sleep at all and I haven’t felt too good for awhile even though exams were over so when he pulled me aside, I started to zone out right away thinking that it was probably just one of those regular talks we always had. And well, Chris noticed, and asked me what was “wrong?” Chris knew me very well, I wasn’t the type to zone out that easily on friends and if I did zone out, it usually meant I was really tired or not in a good mood. And this time, it was both; I was exhausted from midterms and all my problems. But before I could answer him, Chris already knew I haven’t gotten enough sleep. And he just gave me a disappointed look except the one that made me feel really relaxed.
Then he started talking again saying things like “I know you’re tired, but this is really important”. Haha, I loved it when Chris wanted to sound really formal and professional. And he kept going even though he saw the little smirk on my face. He mentioned about the stress we were going through recently and the troubles that occurred in both of our lives. Then, he started talking about our memories and said “You’ve always been there for me, and remember that promise I made to you, that no matter what, I’ll always be there for you.”
Yes, I remembered those words, and even though sometimes it felt like he bailed on them when we got into arguments, in the end, we always fixed our problems. I nodded and he continued “And I want you to know that I won’t break those promises but I want to promise you something else if you will let me…” He waited for me to give him the nod of “go on” and he started again “I don’t want to just be there for you as a close friend or like an older brother. Because you’re special to me even if you always tell me you feel like you’re just like everyone else. And I want to be there for you like I’m your boyfriend, like the special someone that you want. Because I like you, Bridget, a lot...” For a few seconds, there was what people would refer to as “awkward silence”. Then I spoke up “How long have you been feeling this way?” He answered me and said for quite awhile. I didn’t really know what to say anymore, and it felt like I couldn’t mouth anything else out, except for “Chris… I…”
But I couldn’t continue, because I was afraid. Chris heard me and started nodding and asked me to continue. I felt his fingers touching mine and I just closed me eyes and said “I… I like… I like you too…” He then took my hand and said “I won’t break my promises…” and kissed me on the cheek. I didn’t know what to say next so I just nodded and he gave me a big hug. And that instant, I started feeling teary but all Chris did was just hug me even more tightly, and I felt like I never had to let go of him. Because he was there for me and I knew I could just stay here as long as I wanted and Chris would still be here holding me tightly and closely. Even though he didn’t say anything, he held me tightly enough to prove to me that we’ll solve any obstacles of ours together, hand in hand, step by step. All my problems just disappeared for those few minutes and I knew deep in my heart that I wasn’t alone anymore, because I had a special someone, one that I could spend with on Valentine’s Day this year.
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After that incident in the corridor, I started to actually care a little bit about Valentine’s Day; something inside of me just wanted this one to be a little more special then all the ones in the past. And because I’ve spent all my past Valentine’s Day with my friends, I really wanted this one to be a little different, just a little. With Chris spending it with me, it made it really special already but I guess that really cute teddy bear, the chocolates that I ended up giving to all my friends, and the flowers he gave me all made it even more special. But what made me feel that this Valentine’s Day was unique was that Chris was there to spend it with me as my boyfriend but at the same time, we could spent it with our awesome friends, spreading our love and happiness to everyone else so we can all be happy together. Though I do admit that it was nice to come home with Casper and flowers knowing that I had a special someone out there and it was Chris.
And ever since that special Valentine’s Day, I looked at Valentine’s Day a little differently until Year 2 University. Everything changed on that Valentine’s Day, so much happened: once in a lifetime experiences, nothing was the same again, they were like… Like chemical changes. Once the change occurred, there was no way of reversing it. Except these weren’t happy changes or happy experiences, they’re the reasons for all those tears I lost on Feb 14th of my 2nd year of university.
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I miss Chris; he left me when I was 19, forever. I remember that day; it had been 3 years since we’ve been together. The weather outside that day was nice but very cold. Though it was cold, I still felt warm inside because it was Valentine’s Day and I knew I could spend it with Chris for the whole day since it was a Saturday. The day started out at Tim Horton’s, a place we visited often in the winter as the hot chocolate was a nice way to keep cozy and warm. We then spent the morning at a nearby mall and had lunch. But a day with Chris and me during a busy week of school could never leave studying out especially since midterms were coming up the next week. So we went to the library and worked on some “homework”. In the early evening, we decided to call out some friends to spend some time together; after all, we barely had time to hang out. We had dinner and then crashed at a friend’s place before we headed home a few hours later. When I got to the door of my house, Chris gave me something but he told me to open it when I was inside. Before he left, he told me he had a surprise for me when I got home. He mentioned something along the lines of a letter or something. He kissed me goodbye and went back into the car and drove away. And that was the last of everything.
I went inside and headed into my room, I opened my present, and inside the bag was another teddy bear. There was also a photo album and a journal. I looked at the photo album and saw how thick it was, and I started thinking that we must have taken many many photos together. I took my new teddy bear out and placed it on my bed then I started getting ready for bed. I went to take a shower and when I came out; I saw that I had several missed calls on my cell, and they were all from Chris’ elder brother. Something felt wrong but before I could call him back to find out what was wrong, he called me. And I knew I wasn’t in for anything too good; he told me Chris was in the hospital and told me to come right away. Time felt like it stopped for a second and I ran into my brother’s room asking for a ride. And without an answer, my brother grabbed me by the hand and soon enough, I was standing outside the emergency room.
It felt like I was waiting forever for Chris to come out, but during that time, I found out that Chris got into a big car accident and apparently, Chris was not the “wrong” one. I even got a glimpse of the couple that crashed into Chris and his car. I wanted to go over there and give them a lecture about safe driving. But I didn’t, I couldn’t do anything except just stand there and wait for the doctor. The doctor finally came out, and all he said was “I’m sorry. We’ve tried our best.” And then he gave me the “you-better-say-it-now” look. I went inside the room and Chris was still smiling. I tried my best to keep those tears in, I went by the side of his bed and I held his hand. He told me to stop crying and said that everything was going to be alright, like he always did when I cried. He kept smiling and even called me a silly girl. He placed his other hand on my head and rubbed it, but no matter how hard I tried, there was this huge pain inside of me. Then he said it again “Everything will be alright. They always turn out okay. Don’t cry honey. I love you, you silly… silly girl.” Then he let go of my hand, and those were his last words.
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During the next week, Chris’ funeral was held. Many memorial services were also held for Chris at nearby centres and also the schools he attended. I also found out the details to the incident and this was what really happened: while Chris was driving straight at an intersection, the other car was taking a left and the reason the car was losing control was because the person driving the car was being scolded by his girlfriend about not giving her flowers. When I heard this, I was just thinking “a lousy couple took away my special someone forever.” It wasn’t fair; Chris was dead while those two still were living. Why? Chris was innocent, nice and sweet. Why did they have to take him away? And now all I have left of him are the teddy bears he gave me throughout the 3 years we were together, the gifts, the photo album, the letters, the emails, the history conversations, the journal and the memories.
Every once in awhile, I would look back at the photo album and read the funny captions under each photo to relive those memories again. Other times, I read through the journal that he wrote which listed almost every single memory we shared, it felt endless except it wasn’t. Every time I held onto one of those teddy bears, it felt like I was going back to one of those special Valentine’s Day. It brought me back to the first Valentine’s Day we spent together then it reminded me of the last one.
Chris wasn’t going to come back anymore. It’s been 2 years since he passed away, nothing has been the same since the day he left me. I can never look at Valentine’s Day in any good way again because it made me go through a once in a life time experience, ones that aren’t supposed to happen, at least not on Valentine’s Day. I thought Chris could change my views on Valentine’s Day, I thought I would start to enjoy Valentine’s Day a little more after the one I had 5 years ago, but I was wrong. Because to this day now, I still hate Valentine’s Day.
~mushroom-chan
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Not Dead Just Hibernating
I guess I'm really good at procrastinating, I was going to post this last weekend, but a lot of things came up and I never got the chance to so it's up -now-:
"My first blog of the "new year". It's been -awhile- I've updated my story blog. Sorry about that, after the break, I've just been SOO busy. Things chilled down a bit since my midterms are over but I'm back at school tomorow, so I'll try my best to update. So if you've been wondering, no, takiotakav is not dead. It just takes awhile for ideas to come, and it's not like I can just come up and finish a story in like a blink of an eye. And because I'm obviously a full-time student that has "extra-curriculars" to attend as well, time is so limited. But
I do promise that I'll try my *very* best to prepare an update in about 2 weeks or so with a new story.
6 midterms sure did crush me over but I'm fine, I think. At least I'm done now, and I got a break today. It was also really nice to visit the school to see Maestro Colin Clarke work with the Junior Band. He's so awesome and it sure brought back memories of my junior band camp in grade 9. Other things to mention is that I've watched all of Wongfu's Video Blogs they have so far and even though it's just updates, they are really cool. Haha, chinese minute maid ;] And also, I can't wait until Break Up Back Up (by WongFuProductions) come out on Friday not to mention Spencer Junior.
Lastly, TVXQ's new Japanese album, Trick seems pretty interesting. The photos are quite nice except I don't think I really like Yunho's hairstyle, can't remember. But the 5 solo singles are an amazing idea and really awesome, especially since each title stands for one letter of Trick. The covers for the first 2 singles (Max's and Micky's) are really nice, I like the whole different style of it. Really modern furnitury like. Another thing to mention is Jae has turned 22 (23 in Korea) a couple days ago and he's on his 23rd year of his life. I hope he had an awesome birthday. Also, my lovely Yunho is turning 22 soon <3."
So, looks like my Yunho is 22 now <3! Aiya, blogger completely KILLED my post. I'm going to go "crazy", anyways, I totally forgot what I said before, but some things about being really busy in the past week. I watched Break up Back up and it was awesome! I also got all my midterms back but -sigh- i still have so much to do. I'll aiming for an update in the coming week near "Valentine's Day", hopefully. Thanks for all who's been still checking out this site and reading my "2nd" story. Much is appreciated, I truly apologize for the deadness for the past month, more will be coming. Being a "full-time" high school student with extra curriculars just really keeps me busy and limits my time to write stories. Anyways, before I go, I wish everyone a happy chinese new year. Kung Hei Fat Choy!
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