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A Mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and is wife opening a package. "What food might this contain?" He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.
Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning. "There Is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!" The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said "Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it." The mouse turned to the pig and told him, "There is a mousetrap in the house." The pig sympathized but said, "I am so very sorry Mr. Mouse, But there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured that you are in my prayers." The mouse turned to the cow. She said, "Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you. But it's no skin off my nose."
So the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer's mousetrap alone. That very night a sound was heard throughout the house like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey. The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness she did not see that it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer's wife.
The farmer rushed her to the hospital and she returned home with a fever. Now everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient. But his wife's sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig. The farmer's wife did not get well. She died; And so many people came for her funeral the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.
So next time you hear that someone is facing a problem and think that it doesn't concern you, remember that when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk. In the book of Genesis, Cain said about Able his brother to our God: "Am I my brother's keeper?" We are all involved in this journey called life. We must keep an eye out for one another and be willing to make that extra effort to encourage one another.
I've spaced out when my older brother asked me if I'll be able to enrol this coming school year. Yes, I was able to pass 24 units from my freshman year. Why? He answered me with a nothing. So I felt uneasy and *God, why do I panic so fast?* tried to email and ask my professor and our egroup like crazy about the conditions of being able to enrol again. Fortunately, they gave me a positive response. In the end, no more sleepless nights. Damn doubt.
What did the University of the Philippines do to me? I've never liked school before. But for some reason, UP slapped me silly that I should do better. I'd have to agree. There's no harm in trying. I mean, my trials led me to discover some hidden interests *I don't know if I could call them talents*. Might as well go at full blast and stop wasting the potential energy.
update: opened the link to Sohma Hotsprings Lobby.
FTP (Furuba Territorial Project) and Fruits Basket blogs may have late entries, but that doesn't mean I'll stop updating them. I am just busy renovating other sites, including FruitsBlogsket, which is formerly Fruits Basket @ Animextent. Other sites include, my Love Hina & Kare Kano fansite. I will continue to update FruitsBlogsket and its subblogs, I promise.
update: FruitsBlogsket is in beta stage!
"TORPE" is one of those Filipino cultural words. Its English equivalent, timid does not fully capture its real meaning. But then again, neither does its local popular meaning. To most Filipinos, it simply means being shy with the opposite sex. Yet it is something more than that. In order to fully comprehend the term, let us observe a typical torpe and how he goes about his love life.
While most people fall head over heels for voluptuous women, our torpe does not. The usual subject of his affections is someone who is, as childish as it may sound, nice. Our torpe easily falls for a lady who is amiable, congenial and smiles a lot (it would seem that he looks more for personality rather that for physical beauty). He doesn't go after a lady just so that he can have someone to brag for his friends about. Rather, he likes someone whom he could talk with, share some thoughts with, walk under the stars with. But neither the talk nor the walk really ever happens for how can he talk to someone whom he shies away from?
Being torpe, he does not have enough courage to talk, or do any form of interaction, with his crush. He sweats at the mere thought of saying something to her. He runs (yes, this does happen) whenever he sees her coming and hides in some deserted room (torpes have sharp eyes and can easily spot their crush from miles away). And when he has no place to run or hide, our torpe, simply passes her by and pretends that he did not see her, from fear that he may have to say anything to her. The most that he ever does is to take an occasional glimpse at her. And should his crush just happen to look at him too as he glances at her, a thousand stampeding horses rush about in his chest
What happens if, by some freak of nature, our torpe is forced into a situation in which he has to talk to his crush? He usually just stands there and gathers dust, waiting and hoping that it is she who shall initiate a conversation. And if she does not do anything to start they end up saying "hi" and "hello" to each other 10 times over. But usually, after the third "hi" and fifth "hello", the lady says that she has to go somewhere and leaves. Our torpe then blames himself for fouling up what seemed to be the chance of a lifetime for him. Don't get him wrong, it is not that he does not want to speak with her. In fact it's quite the opposite, he zealously wants to talk with her. He does anything he can to get a chance to converse with his crush. He follows her home, to the library, to her classes, to the mall, to the church, eagerly waiting for her to notice and approach him. He would approach if he could, but the nearer she becomes the more his tongue swells. And when she is within talking distance, zoom! He runs away.
So how does our torpe court his crush? Through letters. What he cannot say personally he says with pen and paper. At first, he sends a thank you note for some trivial thing, or a birthday card, or a Christmas card, or a religious Jewish card (torpes sometimes employ the most outrageous excuses.) If she sends him a note in return, he then sends her a letter. This time, the letter is a narrative on how his day, but he ends it with a question on how her day went or on how she is. He hopes that she'll write back, but almost always, she never does. Yet our torpe still writes to her and writes and writes and writes, until she is literally flooded with letters. As time progresses, these letters start to contain declarations of love toward her. As I said, what he cannot say personally, he says with pen and paper. This of course does not mean that he loves her any less than a normal person would. It's just that he's too afraid to tell her.
In the end, his crush distances herself from him, evades him. She is afraid that our torpe will think that she likes him too. But he'll never think this way. He knows that she won't fall for him; for who could like someone who's too afraid to talk too scared to speak to the most important person in his life, too frightened to say the wrong thing to the lady whom he loves above all else, I should know – I'm a torpe too.
Why is it titled Fruits Basket?
No, The Sohmas aren't cursed to turn into fruits whenever they are hugged by the opposite sex.
Let's put it this way. It's called Fruits Basket because, one day, Tohru and her 'friends' were playing this game: Fruits Basket. The kids sit down and different fruit names are assigned to each player -- apple, banana, mango, etc. Tohru was assigned to be the 'onigiri' or riceball. Obviously, which isn't a fruit. While the 'it' hollers for different fruits, Tohru can only watch as each kid is called. But since she isn't a fruit, how could she play?
However, there came a time when another 'it'finally called onigiri. Who could that be?
I think it's called Fruits Basket because all of the characters resemble the role of the 'onigiri' in a world of Fruits. They're all isolated from the 'normal' people and are waiting to be called or acknowledged -- especially the cursed members of the Sohma family. Yes, the characters have always felt like they were different and estranged that it's their utmost wish to be accepted in the game -- in life.
The game that is shown in the anime is Tohru's memory and the metaphor of rejection and isolation. When the part where Tohru, the onigiri, is called, the barrier that didn't suppose to be present has been broken and she has finally been accepted.
The Sohmas, who are cursed and who shouldn't even lift a finger of care to Tohru, welcomes her to be a part of the circle. She decides to join Shigure's household. On another note, the cursed Sohmas realized that it is possible to be accepted by a normal individual in light of Tohru.
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