Friday, December 25, 2015

The Ties That Bind ็ต†(ใใšใช) (ENG-JP)


Hello!
I am currently on my school vacation since last week. But school starts next week also! I wonder how time flies way too fast, somehow I want to be a little kid again. It's less than four days before new year's though. However, yesterday I spent my two days with my old friend from grade 10/X6, beloved ones, at 23-24 December 2015 in a villa in Kaliurang.  By the way, from now on, I will try my best to write blog posts in multi languages. Today, I will write in English and Japanese in order to practice my writing, well it's not the same though because I am still confused, so please be advised! I would be very happy if you want to correct my mistakes! ^^

ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚‚ใ—!
็งใฏไปŠๅญฆๆ กไผ‘ใฟใซใ„ใพใ™ๅ…ˆ้€ฑใพใงๆฅ้€ฑใ‹ใ‚‰ใงใ™!"ใฏใ‚„ใใงใ™ใญ~ ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆ?!" ใจใ„ใ†ใŠใ‚‚ใ„ใพใ™、 ใ“ใฉใ‚‚ใŸใกใชใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใงใ™ใ‚ˆ。ใใ‚Œใฏ4ๆ—ฅไปฅๅ†…ใฎๆ–ฐใ—ใ„ๅนดๅ‰。 ใใ‚Œใงใฏๆ˜จๆ—ฅ、2015ๅนด12ๆœˆ23-24ๆ—ฅ、็งใฏๅ‹ไบบใจใฏ2ๆ—ฅ้–“ๅฑฑใซ่กŒใฃใฆใใพใ—ใŸ。ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏ็ญ‰็ดš10ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎ็งใฎๅ‹ไบบใงใ™。ใจใ“ใ‚ใง、ไปŠใ‹ใ‚‰、 ็งใฏๅคš่จ€่ชžใง่จ˜่ฟฐใ—ใพใ™。ไปŠๆ—ฅ、็งใฏ่‹ฑ่ชžใจๆ—ฅๆœฌ่ชžใง่จ˜่ฟฐใ—ใพใ™、ๆ›ธใ่พผใฟใ‚’็ทด็ฟ’ใ—ใพใ™ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰!ใˆ-ใจ。。。ใใ‚ŒใฏๅŒใ˜ใงใฏใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“。็งใฏใพใ ๆททไนฑใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ™!ใใ†ๅŠฉ่จ€ใ—ใฆใใ ใ•ใ„。็งใฎ้–“้•ใ„ใ‚’ไฟฎๆญฃใŠใญใŒใ„ใ—ใพใ™。^^


Two days are too short for us, but we had a really good time! The weather was quite breezy and cool because it is located in a mountain, it was raining in the evening and the fog covered almost the entire place so we had to play inside. First, just so you know, we aren't in the same class anymore, but still they're like the best I had ever known. We may argue and fight over little things sometimes, but, isn't it a normal thing in every friendship? Love and hate are pretty much same thing, right?

ไบŒๆ—ฅใซใฏ、็งใŸใกใฎใŸใ‚ใซใฏ็Ÿญใ™ใŽใพใ™。ใ—ใ‹ใ—、ๆˆ‘ใ€…ใฏๆœฌๅฝ“ใซ่‰ฏใ„ๆ™‚้–“ใ‚’้Žใ”ใ—ใพใ—ใŸ!ใใ‚Œใฏๅฑฑใซไฝ็ฝฎใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใง、ๅคฉๆฐ—ใŒ้žๅธธใซใ•ใ‚ใ‚„ใ‹ใงใ‚ฏใƒผใƒซใงใ—ใŸ。ๅค•ๆ–นใซ้›จใŒ้™ใฃใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸ、้œงใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸ!ใใ‚Œใปใฉ、ๅฎถใง้Šใ‚“ใงใ„ใพใ—ใŸใญ。ใพใš、ใกใ‚‡ใ†ใฉใ‚ใชใŸใŒ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใง、็งใŸใกใฏใ‚‚ใ†ๅŒใ˜ใ‚ฏใƒฉใ‚นใงใฏใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“。็งใŸใกใฏไธปๅผตใ—、ๆ™‚ใซใฏๅฐ‘ใ—็‰ฉไบ‹ใ‚’ๆˆฆใ†ใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™。ๅ‹ๆƒ…ใซใ“ใ‚Œใฏๆญฃๅธธใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹? ๆ„›ใจๆ†Žใ—ใฟใฏ、ใปใจใ‚“ใฉๅŒใ˜ใ“ใจใงใ™。ๆญฃใ—ใ„ใงใ™ใ‹?

Oh my God. I just only wrote two paragraph but the energy required doubled up! I don't know if it would be this hard. By the way, thank you for the memories. May next year will be better and better.

ใ‚ใ‚。็งใฏ2ใคใ ใ‘ใฎๆฎต่ฝใ‚’ๆ›ธใใพใ—ใŸ。ใ—ใ‹ใ—、ๅฟ…่ฆใชใ‚จใƒใƒซใ‚ฎใƒผใฏใƒ€ใƒ–ใƒซใ‚ขใƒƒใƒ—!ใใ‚ŒใŒใ“ใฎ้›ฃใ—ใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใฉใ†ใ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“。ใจใ“ใ‚ใง、ๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ‚’ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ”ใ–ใ„ใพใ—ใŸ。ๆฅๅนดใฏ่‰ฏใใชใ‚Šใพใ™ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ。


p.s : I wanted to share the pictures but I haven't got it, however I'll keep this updated. / ็งใฏ、ๅ†™็œŸใ‚’ๅ…ฑๆœ‰ใ—ใŸใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใŒ、็งใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“。ใ—ใ‹ใ—、็งใฏใ“ใ‚ŒใŒๆ›ดๆ–ฐใ—ใฆใŠใ“ใ†。

Thursday, December 10, 2015

A Seacht Dรฉag

"When you're seventeen at early twenties, that's the time you're trying to work out who you are. If you're trying to make some kind of artistic or creative impact, that's the age when you start to figure out how to do that." - Daniel Radcliffe


Well said, Potter Dan! Guess what kind of post I'd be writing each December? Exactly, adding one number to my age and guess what, someone has been recognized to be an official citizen. Say what? "Wow such a nonsense congratulations!". Thank you. Oh finally, my precious identity and driving license cards. My precious piece of paper. Then what's with that happy girl in winter picture and Dan's quote and you being seventeen years old anyway? Because hella dude it's frickin' SEVENTEEN! One more than sixteen, or seven more than ten. Err. No, no sweet seventeen please, I ain't sweet. I am seventeen. The good things about seventeen is that you’re not sixteen. Sixteen goes with the word sweet, and I am so far from sweet. Life at best is bittersweet. /Whip my hijab back and forth/

Seventeen, only comes once in a lifetime

Don't it just fly by wild and free
Goin' anyway the wind blew baby

Seventeen, livin' on crazy dreams
Rock and Roll and faded blue jeans
And standin' on the edge of everythin'
Seventeen
Tim McGraw


I am not as concerned about me either. Neither do I realize. But thinking about happiness, I came up with the word "smallpox"; if you catch it too soon, it can completely ruin your constitution. Such a nice choice of words. You are very welcome. Actually, my family and relatives had very low expectations of me, about me dreaming such dreams, and they really had a point. I am such a big problem at seventeen and throughout my whole life. Or even if I had a kid like me, I would have those same expectations.

"But you don't know this…seventeen never knows it. At seventeen dreams do satisfy because you think the realities are waiting for you further on. Now, Anne, don't look as if you were trying to understand. Seventeen can't understand." -L.M Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

Thank you Madame Montgomery, my all time favorite author, to remind me that a seventeen years old would never understand. Well I hope I will be more critical and realistic to such issues. By the way, thanks a bunch for the wishes and gifts. And a special greeting for my five obnoxious friends whom I thought had forgotten about my birthday and all of sudden gave me such a shock by appearing in my room with birthday cake, gray balloons, and my gold paper you cut without my permission. Who posted my very embarrassing picture wearing mukena in school group. I hate you, because love is such a strong word.


Ew.