Hi, I'm leaving for Japan on Friday. It's finally happening.

I've been dreaming about this for many years now.

Last year, I finally applied for a scholarship (exchange student program) to Japan. The application process (and the agony of waiting for results) lasted for around a year. And on Friday, I'm finally leaving for Kyoto, Japan.

I'll write everything in detail next time. I still have to finish my final requirement this sem (CW100) : )

I'm keeping a new blog to document all my experiences in Japan. Here it is:
http://fritzishere.blogspot.com

But I won't delete this blog. I'll use this again in February 2012.

I'll be studying in Ritsumeikan University for 2 semesters (April 2011-February 2012). My course will be International Relations.

I am both excited and nervous.

Thanks to all my friends who supported me. Cheers!

God is good : )

Insomnia.

I think we're back together. You and I.

I can't sleep.

It must be insomnia.

I miss reading books (for fun).

Today I drank "Cobra" for the first time.

Oh.

I shall update this blog SOON.

There's so much to tell.

Happy.

Pangarap sa buhay #1.

: )

Nomination.

I received another e-mail today.

And I shall expect another one within the coming days.

I am both happy and nervous.

One final stretch before I face two possible realities.

I am hoping for the best. Cheers!

God is good.

February

This lack of sleep
for the whole month of February,
or for the whole stretch of 2011,
or for the whole state of my restless 18th,
or for this whole chain of yawns and stares and spoons and sheets
that is life,
has finally settled
in its
own
niche
in
my
own
dark pair
of
unhealthy
bags.

Quite relevant

 Today's poetry class is very interesting.

***

You Who Never Arrived 

by Rainer Maria Rilke

You who never arrived

in my arms, Beloved, who were lost

from the start,

I don't even know what songs

would please you. I have given up trying

to recognize you in the surging wave of the next

moment. All the immense

images in me-- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,

cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected

turns in the path,

and those powerful lands that were once

pulsing with the life of the gods-

all rise within me to mean

you, who forever elude me.You, Beloved, who are all

the gardens I have ever gazed at,

longing. An open window

in a country house--, and you almost

stepped out, pensive, to meet me.Streets that I chanced upon,--

you had just walked down them and vanished.

And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors

were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,

gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows?

perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us

yesterday, seperate, in the evening...