enter fruitsblogsket, where blog meets fruits basket, one of my favorite anime titles. FruitsBlogsket is my personal fansite dedicated for Fruits Basket. You'll read my blog, find avatars, wallpapers, read the Sohma diaries, discover what Tohru and the Sohmas are doing and many more.
Fruitsblogsket is an experimental fansite. Feel free to check the site.
what to do?
check the changelog
read my blog
visit my fb shires / read fruits basket blogs (see lower right sidpanel for link icons)
explore the furuba worldplay - fruits basket fansite and see what Tohru or the rest of the cast are doing
take a look at my fruitsblogsket gallery
leave a message or a comment
download wallpapers avatars and screencaps
listen to furuba fm
feed my pet stavros (check lower left sidepanel)
link to me!
...many many more!
enter fruitsblogsket, where blog meets fruits basket, one of my favorite anime titles. FruitsBlogsket is my personal fansite dedicated for Fruits Basket. You'll read my blog, find avatars, wallpapers, read the Sohma diaries, discover what Tohru and the Sohmas are doing and many more. Fruitsblogsket is an experimental fansite. Feel free to check the site.
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diary : what a way to go
Friday, June 23, 2006
Whew. 'Glad tomorrow's a saturday. However, I really don't have any reason to celebrate. It's going to be bumpier next week, with my activities and exams lined up. I'm really going to pass out if this keeps up. I really have a hectic schedule. AND TO THINK, that I was going to register for a PE. I'll have nosebleeds everyday. I think my profs fed too much insights and informations. I forgot what happened yesterday. I'm pooped.
soup : father's secret
Saturday, June 17, 2006
I am frequently the brunt of family jokes because I have no sense of direction. Once, when we were discussing death and the hereafter, my son jokingly remarked, "Well, I certainly hope there are heavenly guides, Mother, otherwise, you will never find the way."
I smiled and assured him that I wasn't worried. "I'll just watch for the hill with the privet hedge," I said. When his eyebrows came together in a questioning frown, I hastened to tell him a story about my father.
Pop was raised in a fatherless home at a time when government assistance was unheard of. The family of five struggled mightily to survive. That Spartan upbringing caused my father to be extremely tightfisted.
When we children - two older brothers and myself - became aware that other children got spending money from their parents, we made the mistake of asking Pop for some. His face turned stone cold. "If you're old enough to ask, you're old enough to earn," he rumbled. And so, when the need arose, we scurried about the neighborhood seeking odd jobs or peddling produce from the garden.
His attitude didn't soften as we grew into adulthood and drifted away to jobs or college. There was a period of time when none of us had a car, so we had to ride the bus whenever we came home. Though the bus stopped about two miles from home, Pop never met us, even in inclement weather. If someone grumbled (and my brothers grumbled a lot), he'd say in his loudest father-voice, "That's what your legs are for!"
So when I went away to college, I knew I was in for a long walk whenever I came home. The walk didn't bother me as much as the fear of walking alone along the highway and country roads. I also felt less than valued that my father didn't seem concerned about my safety. That feeling was canceled one spring evening.
It had been a particularly difficult week at college. Tests and long hours in labs had left me exhausted. I longed for home and a soft bed. As other students were met at their stops, I gazed wistfully out the window. Finally, the bus shuddered to a stop at my destination point, and I stepped off, lugging my suitcase to begin the long trek home.
A row of privet hedge edged the driveway that climbed the hill to our house. Once I had turned off the highway to start the last lap of my journey, I was always relieved to see the hedge because it meant that I was almost home.
On that particular evening, the hedge had just come into view when a gentle rain began to fall. I stopped to put a book in my suitcase and when I stood up, I saw something gray skimming along the top of the hedge, moving toward the house. Upon closer observation, I realized it was the top of my father's head. Then I knew - each time I'd come home, he had stood behind the hedge, watching, until he knew I had arrived safely. I swallowed hard against the threatening tears. He did care, after all.
On subsequent visits, that spot of gray became my beacon. I could hardly wait until I was close enough to watch for its covert movement above the greenery. Upon reaching home, I would find my father sitting innocently in his chair. "So! It's you!" he'd say, his face lengthening into mock surprise.
"So you see," I told my son, "I'm not worried about finding my way to heaven when I die." There may be light at the end of a tunnel, as many who have cheated death have reported, but beyond that, I think I'll see a row of privet hedge climbing a hill, and my father will be waiting at the top. "So! It's you!" he'll say. And I'll reply as I did then, "Yes, Pop, it's me. I'm home."
by Betty Stanley
diary : after the first week
Alright! I'm done with first week of class. Only 12 more weeks to go!
The first week has been such a hassle, with all the courses synchronized to ask you to read their chapter one. I have a lot of books piled up on my desk and they're calling my name, right now. I've just finished reading them. Well, sorta. But my eyes are going to pop out if I read them all over again. Don't worry, I'm going to review them. Tomorrow.
I had my second dose of Hepa B vaccine today. The doctor told me to soften up my arm. I did. The problem is, I wore the wrong shirt. Its sleeve is so short and tight that it squeezed my arm when I folded it up to my shoulder. In effect, the squeeze muscled up my arm and, instead of letting the vaccine to gently transferred to my vein, it penetrated -- making me squirm from the pain.
Ahh, I am so extra busy right now. I wish it's still summer break; Too early to complain -- too early.
soup : the obstacle in our path
Sunday, June 11, 2006
In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock.
Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the king for not keeping the road clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.
Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded.
After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the king indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway.
The peasant learned what many of us never understand. Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.
diary : done with the physical exam
Friday, June 02, 2006
We've had our physical exam yesterday. The line's shorter than I've expected. I thought there would be a lot of people waiting in line. I thought wrong -- again. They made a blood test, urinalysis and an eye exam (I have 20/20 vision!) on me. I also had to strip nude in front of the doctor to see if I qualify. Then he proceeded with to check my blood pressure. Apparently, a lot of folks have problems maintaining their anxiety or worry. In the end, they have to take another test, the ECG, to correct the inconsistency. We're planning to go to Canada. I have no idea what's with Pampangos and Canada.
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