Preparation

Here I am having a silly feeling reading about Tokyo in Wikipedia. The ring in the sound of the word 'September' kind of prompted me to begin looking for trivia and whatever travel advice I could get, just because I don't want to appear like a lost clueless tourist when I get there. If all goes well in two weeks or so I will be in some foreign land with people I don't know, sleeping in a room that I've seen for the first time in my life, eating food I may have had the courage to cook, making friends with people very different from me, and pretending to know how to grocery shop even if I have barely any idea how. Necessity will teach me a whole lot. I hope my animal instinct is strong so that I could be a walking, breathing work of 'survival of the fittest'.

Nine months ago when I applied for this scholarship, I had no idea what was going on inside my head. All young people feel they are restless. Maybe I was young. I don't know. I just thought I needed another challenge in my life. HAHA I didn't think the next one I'd be up for would involve moving out of our home for a while.

So the other day I tried to pack my things and yes, one suitcase isn't enough for this whole trip! Sadly I have to squish all my stuff in the luggage. We all know that the Japanese are kind but I doubt that anyone would be altruistic enough to carry my luggage for me. 21 years worth of things cannot fit into one suitcase. But I'll carry whatever will fit!

My mom was kind enough to buy me goodbye presents which included a new mouse, a trench coat, one year supply of my favorite shampoo, a webcam, a headset, and many more. Aww, I can tell that she would really miss me.

Some friends already wrote me their letters. I will keep those in my letterbox forever! I'm deeply touched.

So I'm feeling the good-bye fever.

Putting my life on hold to see whatever there is to see is probably the best option for now. Some things can wait. :) Or they don't really have to wait if they are written to happen. Haha whatever. You get what I mean.

How does it feel to be in Wonderland?

Close to this probably! I like imagining standing on candy-coated clouds.

Inspired by Owl City's Strawberry Avalanche

Well

You know how the successor is always a better version of the predecessor?

I always used to be excited to go home and write a blog entry. There were always uninteresting turned amusing things to say when I was younger. I used to write about drops of rain, beams of sunshine, scoops of ice cream, and really-- those seemingly meager things suddenly came alive and became worthwhile topics to share. Long walks made me think that being older (and hopefully being more mature) probably made me find such things too trivial to even write about. Who would care about raindrops anyway when everybody was too preoccupied with deadlines and how to maintain less obvious eye bags? That was until I found the culprit.

Microblogging, yes, Twitter mainly. I have run out of things to blog about because I just end up tweeting them. Reducing thoughts to 140-character statements seemed more convenient, more real-time. If I find something interesting while I'm in class I just tweet it, and then that's it, shared.

I miss my old school confidante. There's nothing quite like writing prose.

But I'm not ready to quit tweeting as well. It has become part of my routine, and it's so hard to get it out of my system!

Expectations

Expectations.

From (500) Days of Summer. I fell in love with the movie (and Joseph Gordon-Levitt!).

:-)

I caught myself smiling a huge sincere smile upon the sight of this.

There is absolutely nothing that can bring smiles like that except seeing your crush get a new haircut. How refreshing! I am very thrilled.

And he writes really witty and funny blog posts too.

Sunday Night Lights

My fascination for night lights has grown from seeing the city from the mountaintop to seeing a theme park from above the Ferris wheel.

Sunday was lovely.

Movie Situations

Roman Holiday (1953) Joe shows Anya around Rome.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) Clementine and Joe talk on ice.

The Science of Sleep (2006) Stephane and Stephanie on the set of Stephane TV.

Sex andthe City 2 (2010) The wedding scene!

Inception (2010) Cobb explains dream architecture to Ariadne.

In a Rut

Running late and all, I think I need to let some thoughts out early in the morning. Even if I have several mini-errands to do ante meridiem, I take time out and grab the chance and read whatever I can read, whether they are long overdue readings from my classes, newspapers, magazines or blogs that I draw inspiration from. They help me get started out, and just like any form of inspiration, they make me see through meaning beyond many many things.

Last night was a difficult time to think because I felt I was in a creative rut! It happens.

Good thing there's no state that's called a rut-er than a rut (grammar police says so), so there's no way to go from there but uphill.

A mentor from advertising once said that if you cannot create, there must be some preoccupation within you-- something bothering you that you need to settle. The statement was infallible ever since.

What is distraction?

In the middle of studying marine science I found this, and just so suddenly I lost my focus. :-)

The Bottleneck

I find the need to write even if it is already 2AM in Manila. I'm not sure if it's because I feel distracted by some things that should not be named, but I feel like I'm stuck now. I can't focus on the things I need to do like I used to, and there must be some few matters bothering me which I find difficult to pinpoint and settle.

What you see are bottles and their necks, that specific part called the bottleneck. The concept behind it is when the bottle is flipped over and its contents begin to surge, the bottleneck is that area that limits the flow. It's how everything looks like right now. There are so so many things I have to fix, a lot of stuff to settle, but something should be holding me back from doing so that's making me feel this way.

Maybe it's the advent of on drastic change in my life.

Worry eats me. When it does, it consumes a hearty meal.