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Friday, June 13, 2003

Entry 95594678 : 6/13/2003 12:18:32 AM
First Love
by Utada Hikaru

Saigou no KISU wa
TABAKO no flavor ga shita
NIGAkute setsunai kaori

Ashita no imagoro ni wa
Anata wa doko ni iru n darou
Dare wo omotteru n darou

You are always gonna be my love
Itsuka dareka to mata koi ni ochitemo
I'll remember to love
You taught me how
You are always gonna be the one
Ima wa mada kanashii love song
Atarashi uta utaeru made

Tachidomaru jikan ga
Ugokidasou to shiteru
Wasuretakunai koto bakari

Ashita no imagoro ni wa
Watashi wa kitto naiteru
Anata wo omotteru n darou

You will always be inside my heart
Itsumo anata dake no basho ga aru kara
I hope that I have a place in your heart too
Now and forever you are still the one
Ima wa mada kanashii love song
Atarashii uta utaeru made

You are always gonna be my love
Itsuka dareka to mata koi ni ochitemo
I'll remember to love
You taught me how
You are always gonna be the one
Mada kanashii love song
Now & forever...

Wednesday, June 04, 2003

Entry 95279625 : 6/4/2003 07:57:53 PM
Still feeling very sad...
The hurt and pain nv goes away...

I feel like dying...
to end it all...

I feel like screaming...
to let all the pain drains out...

I feel like shit...
and I hate her so...

My pain and hate consumes mi...
I feel like dying...

Wednesday, May 28, 2003

Entry 94968466 : 5/28/2003 10:22:37 AM
A pain so deep
within my heart
A gnawing pain
the words are lost

I wonder why
is it that
I feels so strange
my heart still breaks

A weeping wound
to bleed nonstop
Tonight to feel
my one year pain

my love is gone
my love is gone
away and never
back again

my heart is scarred
my heart is scarred
forever and never
is whole again

One year pain
be gone like wind
For there is more
and years to come

More years of pain
A curse she cast
T'morrow comes
A new year's pain

~ Eterna2

Thursday, May 22, 2003

Entry 94722529 : 5/22/2003 01:09:03 PM

Your
Ultimate Roleplaying Purity Score
Category Your Score Average
Hacklust 48%
Will kill for XP
52.5%
Sensitive Roleplaying 48%
"But what's my motivation for this scene?"
50.7%
GM Experience 34%
Closer to a novel than to a campaign
66.8%
Systems Knowledge 90%
Played in a couple of campaigns
89%
Livin' La Vida Dorka 52%
Has interesting conversations in public
60.1%
You are 56% pure
Average Score: 66.5%


Wednesday, May 21, 2003

Entry 94667846 : 5/21/2003 11:55:38 AM
Masterpieces

Found this story in an email... feel that it is very meaningful :)

Reminds mi of the "The Last Leaf" by O. Henry... what makes a masterpiece? for mi, it is not how well done the art is... or how much other pple value it... it is how much it meant to u. In the last leaf, i feel that old Behrman feel that his last work meant alot to him, becuz he is willing to risk his life for... maybe becuz he tot tat last leaf will save a life... it is a masterpiece becuz he felt that it is worth the risk and the trouble.

and for the "Take my Son"... even if the art isn't really that good... it is a masterpiece, becuz of wat it meant... although it cannot replace the life the son had given up for him, but tat single portrait is the least he could do, and it must have meant alot to him... and to the father...

Anyway, here's a link to the short story
The Last Leaf by O. Henry


    Take My Son

    A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art. When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son. About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door.

    A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands. He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art."

    The young man held out this package. "I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this."

    The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. "Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift."

    The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected. The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.

    On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?"

    There was silence.

    Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one."

    But the auctioneer persisted. "Will someone bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?"

    Another voice shouted angrily. "We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!"

    But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The son! Who'll take the son? "

    Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give $10 for the painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.

    "We have $10, who will bid $20?"

    "Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters."

    "$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?"

    The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections. The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!"

    A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's get on with the collection!"

    The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'm sorry, the auction is over."

    "What about the paintings?"

    "I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings. The man who took the son gets everything!"

    Author: Unknown
    Source: Internet

Friday, April 04, 2003

Entry 91927344 : 4/4/2003 02:14:31 AM

I wish

I wish
roses were blue
and dreams were true

I wish
her love was mine
and a love so fine

I wish
I wish
I could only wish

For the roses are yellow
and the dreams are fallow
for her love is not mine
and my love is declined

And I could only wish
an unfulfilled wish
a lonely heart unmissed

I wish.

~ Eterna2

Tuesday, March 25, 2003

Entry 91344686 : 3/25/2003 09:59:33 PM
Waaa... super tired today... was typing my thesis whole day... eyes blur blur liao ne... sigh... deadline is this fri, hope can finish in time...

feeling sad for the pple in the gulf also... war is bad... break the mother's heart of the slain soldiers, US, British or Iraqi... peace...

No War

Cries of peace to go unheard
Black is gold, and paid with blood
Crimson stained, the desert sand
A mother's heart is torn apart

I wept for them of soldiers not
the dead, the wounded and the lost
I wept for them of soldiers caught
A mother's pain, a bitter cost

All men are brothers
My mother's son
Peace and not war
To kill I can't

O'war I hate you
I hate you so
Soldier am I
But to war I won't

~ Eterna2