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Fruits Basket Opening Song September 10, 2008

Filed under: anime fun — timbagnan @ 9:55 am
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Totemo ureshikatta yo / kimi ga warai kakede ta

Subete o tokasu chou emi de

Haru wa mada tookute / tsumetai tsuchi no naka de

Me fuku toki o matte ta ‘n da

 

 Tatoeba kurushii kyou da to shite mo

Kinou no kizu o nokoshite ite mo

Shinjitai / kokoro hodo ite yukere to

 

 Umare kawaru koto wa dekinai yo

Dakedo kawatte wa ikeru kara

LET’S STAY TOGETHER / itsu mo

 

Boku dake ni waratte / sono yubi de / nee sawatte

Nozomi bakari ga hateshinaku

 

Yasashiku shitai yo / mou kuyanu you ni

Nageki no umi mo koete ikou

 

Tatoe kurushii kyou da to shite mo

Itsu ka atatakana omoide ni naru

Kokoro goto subete nage daseta nara

 

Koko ni ikiteru imi ga wakaru yo

Umare ochita yorokobi o shiru

LET’S STAY TOGETHER / itsu mo

 

Tatoeba kurushii kyou da to shite mo

Itsu ka atatakana omoide ni naru

Kokoro goto subete nage daseta nara

 

Koko ni ikiteru imi ga wakaru yo

Umare ochita yorokobi o shiru

LET’S STAY TOGETHER / itsu mo

 

 

English Translation

 

I was so happy, you were laughing

With a smile that melts everything away

Spring is still far away, inside the cold earth,

Waiting for the time to sprout

For instance, even if today is painful

And yesterday’s wounds remain

I want to believe that I can free my heart and go on

I cannot be reborn

But I can change as I go on, so

Let’s stay together always

Smile only at me and touch me with those fingers

This simple desire is everlasting

I want things to be simple

Let’s finally get across this sea of mournful sorrow

For instance, even if today is painful

Someday it will become a warm memory

If you leave everything up to your heart

I understand the meaning our living here

It is to know the joy of having been born

Let’s stay together always

For instance, even if today is painful

Someday it will become a warm memory

If you leave everything up to your heart

I understand the meaning our living here

It is to know the joy of having been born

Let’s stay together always

 

 

 

 

I just love this song from fruits basket. =D 

 

 

 

On Movies and Talented Inds… September 6, 2008

Watching movies is one of my hobbies. I like to play three movies simultaneously and can actually forget about meals. When I find a movie interesting, I would check out who the director is and give the credit to him/her; but I don’t usually look for the name of the scriptwriter.

For every movies, the scriptwriter is also responsible for making it enjoyable and wonderful through good plot, crisp dialogues and the like. It’s not solely the director. I perceive scriptwriters to be creator of the soul of a movie; and the director to be the one who gives it life through movement.

It is not since college that I appreciate more of the writer than the director. And apparently, it is also not until college that I saw the movie Mean Girls. (I am not a fond of girl stuff. It’s just that I love movies….*wink*…. )

Lately, I have read an article about talented individuals. That’s when I came about Tina Fey. Witty, talented, and rich. She was the  writer of Saturday Night Live, the script writer of Mean Girls where she also co-starred in, and many others. And she was announced as the “Sexiest Woman in the World” in the Annual Top 100 List  of a bisexual Web.

 

It’s Near!! September 6, 2008

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They say a girl should act like a lady when she turns 18.

I’m an exception..  I sit on the chair in squat position, I walk lazily on the corridors, I act like a child sometimes, and also, I still feel a bit boyish even though I try to act feminine.

How much more would it take if I turn 19. It’s already fast approaching. I don’t usually cross out days on the (more…)

 

Haze September 3, 2008

Filed under: luvapoem — timbagnan @ 7:07 am
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We collide on purpose

not our own

leaping

into orange.

Then I am red

and you are yellow

circling

a solitary fever.

We make

rings of fire

in dim spaces

stroking time

Where I am red

And you are yellow

And when we meet

We set ourselves on fire.

-Fran Ng

I like the poem for its fiery message, an exchange of heat creating fire. This is not only sex but also love that entails sex.

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