I am a big fan of Hayao Miyazaki. I watched almost every movies he had made and love them with all my heart. His latest movie, “Howl’s moving castle” is another wonderful wonderful artwork of him. I have wanted to watch it so eagerly since it first came out last year, and finally when I could, it did not disappointed me. For me, it is super-duper-cuper cute.

The movie based on the book also named “Howl’s moving castle” of Diana Wynne Jones. It tells a story about a very ordinary girl named Sophie, who turned into an old woman (must have been about 90 years old) under a spell of the Witch of theWaste. In order to lift the wicked spell away, Sophie started her journey looking for help. On her way, she met the Turnip-headed scarecrow, who led her to the moving castle of Howl, a young powerful (and sooo handsome!) wizard. And since then, a chain of unusual events happened to them. In their adventure, their relationship grew; they both changed to fit one another other in a very natural way. And the movie ended with a kiss of Howl and Sophie. How romantic and beautiful it was!

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One can not help falling in love with the movie, or at least with Howl. He is the most handsome boy I have ever seen in both movie and real life. And believe me, once you love Howl, you will love the whole movie. The movie, as any animated movie should be, is full of fairy-like details. There was a house that every time you opened its door, it’d lead to a different world. There was a little creature shaped like a fire named Calcifer. He called himself a “demon” but acted like an arrogant child. There was a prince turned into a scarecrow because of a powerful spell. People in the movie moved around on feet and bikes and old fashioned cars but fought each other by hi-tech weapons. But in that imaginary world everything can happen. There is no limit for imagination, or as Anne of Green Gables usually said, “There are a lot of scopes of imagination.” We can never know what will come next because every thing is so unusual. It is like a jigsaw puzzle, includes of many weird shaped pieces that when put together would make a beautiful picture. My friend said she didn’t see anything so special about the movie; it was just like a fairy tale for the little kids. She was right, it is like a fairy tale, but I don’t think a little kid could understand all the meaning of it. That is one more thing that makes Miyazaki’s movies special. You can watch and love it no matter how old you are, because different ages have different points of view toward the same movie. I love the movie because of everything part of it, because it takes me out of my very normal and a little dull life into a fascinated world. Watching Howl’s moving castle” sooths my mind; I can let myself drown into my own dreams that I once forgot and put away all the burdens that I was carrying. I remember watching it in a Sunday after noon with a very bad mood. My week had not gone well, I had to move from college court to the dorm, and I had a quarrel with my friends. But as I was watching it, I found myself smiling heartily with joy. How wonderful it was to see Howl and Sophie walking in the air, surrounded with cloud and sunlight, and Howl’s smile just totally captured my heart. And the flower field which Howl took Sophie to was so picturesque, with colorful flowers spread endlessly, and the lake sparkling under the sun; Sophie and Howl were walking together, hand in hand. I have never seen anything as beautiful even in my dream.

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Unlike ordinary fairy tales, where all of the characters fall into two categories; the good is just perfect and the bad is unbearable, “Howl’s moving castle” consists of neither perfect nor bad character. Sophie was good hearted, kind, soft and hard working but conservative. She liked to stick to her old way and lived a dull life. She was lacked of self-confidence and looked down on herself. Howl, in contrast, seemed to have no weakness. He was so handsome, so gallant, so powerful, so brave, so… perfect. He had everything he ever wanted. Every body admired him. But then, deep inside, he was just a coward, a child. He covered himself with an elegant appearance so that nobody could see his real person inside. He used his power to run away, to hide in his own world. He built up himself as a flawless statue. I remember bursting into laugh when he threw such a tantrum only because his hair had turned from blonde to brown. He was crying while he said, “What is the use of living if not being beautiful?” Not until then that I recognized he was just a child, sensitive and so easy to be hurt. That was the reason why he kept running away. There was also a demon, or at least that is what he called himself, name Calcifer-the fire. He was a selfish and wining demon. He did try to be evil, but it was obvious that he could not, because he was too caring for Howl. Even the worst character in the movie, the Witch of the Waste, the one who cast the wicked spell on Sophie, had some good points in her nature. She was evil and cruel and ugly. She did bad things, but she had a heart, and she loved Howl. That was why she kept chasing him. I could not hate any of the characters, I love Howl the most, of course, but the whole movie could not be so great with out any of the others. Because they had met each other, they changed. A bashful and timid Sophie stood up for Howl against his powerful teacher, Madame Sullivan. She couldn’t even love herself before, but she came to Howl in his ugly and scary appearance of a monster and said “I love you, Howl.” She became so strong and decisive and courage because she wanted to protect Howl, because she could feel his heart and know how weak it was. And while loving Howl, she found her own values that she had never known of, found out that the world was so lively and she should not shut herself out of it. And Howl, because of Sophie, also changed. Just like Sophie, he could see through her ninety-year-old appearance and find her real beauty. That was her soul not her face that altered him. “You gave me courage, Sophie.” And Howl too, was in love with Sophie. “I don’t want to run away anymore,” Howl told Sophie, “because I’ve found something I want to protect.” Even the Witch of the Wasted was touched by their love that she gave back Howl’s heart, the thing she desired the most, to save his life. And Calcifer accepted to be disappeared so Howl could have his heart back. The end of the movie was so happy, everything worked out perfectly for every body. The spell cast on Sophie lifted away. Howl got his heart back, and they felt in love with each other. Calcifer still existed without Howl’s heart. The Turnip-headed scarecrow turned out to be the prince of the neighbor country and he promised to end the war so Howl did not have to run away anymore. But it was not a designated ending; each person in the movie had to try their best to get to that goal. I have a feeling that the author only had to put these characters together and then the story just happened with out any interfere. Had a person in the movie acted differently, the whole movie would have turned out wrong and even the author had no control over it. People in the movie really lived their lives. They met each others and cared for each other and changed for each other in a very natural way. One may not be perfect. But it’s better not being perfect for then you can change as you go on. Circles cannot be put together but pieces of a jigsaw puzzle can be to make a complete beautiful picture. One cannot live by himself because then the world would not have existed.

“Howl’s moving castle” is a wonderful movie. It is not too much to say that if you didn’t watch it, you just wasted half of your life. A cartoon may just be a cartoon. But a cartoon can also be something unforgettable. Watching his movie brings a joyful feeling in to my mind. Although being considered childish, I’ll love Hayao Miyazaki’s movie and remain his fan forever.

Ran.

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Well, that above is Ran's essay, and I wonder why it's such terrible...? For me, the work is not really great itself, but that's fine, I just wonder why it became terrible :) And Ran, as a proofreader I need to ask you to stop making those wrong typing, gyaaa... ^ ^"""" Your prof. would gave you an B for just minusing your mistake, then that'd be a pity and frustrated. XD. Should have check your work before you thought everything was done. ^ ^"" I think I know half a reason why he/she said that... Any way, try your best ~ Ganbatte!!! Heh. You see, it took me efforts to post Howl, so stop getting mad and just read it again ^ ^""" I've fixed some places .

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I wanna say some more about Howl ^ ^ For the matter, that's my fav. too. Heh. Ran already told you her feeling, so my line would be about the technique. First, what made me notice this movie, ofcourse was its author's name. Miyazaki Hayao of Studio Ghibli, lollllll. You can tell their cartoons are really gorgeous, with all the splendid colorful and detail-as-real background. Even if a movie was really boring, but at the first time you saw its picteresque advertisement, 90% you would watch it as your curiousity. That makes sense to me. On contrary, the characters might seem too simple and colorless as their appearances to fit that monumental background. But that's where their success lies. This opposition helps to impress their character present and it's somehow even the artistic decor of the scenery. Havent they said, "Too much stuffs would make you mess up" ^ ^ And the colors, such beautiful colors were made. ^ ^

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We cant forget about the impression. Heh, as there is the magical and imaginary world, ofcourse we have it. Speaking of which, what impressed me the most were Howl's castle. I really love that messed up house. Look so cute! If Ran loves Howl, then I love Howl's castle, since its first appearance with a giant iron monster sashayed when moving till it collapsed into small scrap of iron, but til could jump and run from place to place. And how dirty inside its (just as the outside... ^ ^") u.u I like that. Image Who would imagine a handsome one has a freaking house like that. And how they ate breakfast....And an iron monster with laundry on :)) A lot of cute stuffs there. Heheh.

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The fun factor is important as well. Sophie's reaction when she turned into an old hag annoyed me a lot. She must really had such the quiet life that she still calm like that when it happened. Well, at least, her most surprising didnt last long for me, even when she stayed up all night thinking about it.... ^ ^" A grandma-like girl who werent even affraid of Calcifer or Howl...heh, Calcifer scared of her instead. Then how she made every one get out of the way of her cleaning. She's a pro. That cute trash turn into beautiful house, well, at least, very tidy and clean one, and that little boy ran into his first to hide what he should hide... ^ ^ Except for Howl's room.... That's must be a treasure hunter sanctuary, ahh~ gorgeous jewelry.... So sparkle.... I must have this movie artbook, and Chihiro and Totoro too~ How about it, Ran, I buy one for me, you buy one for me, mother buy one for me on Christmas, heheh.

The funiest is when Howl and Sophie walking together on the flower field... Well just for a moment, when I was thinking about how a handsome young guy walked with a 90 year-old obaa-san in some place so beautiful like that. XD. The rest was romantic, 'kay ^ ^" There is one more interesting point for all the Ghibli's works if you noticed how the girls would almost always get the short hair at the ending, and that made they cuter at all! I did joke that boys had changed to be more handsome from movie to movie, and girls was the opposite... Well, that's true, dont you think... ^ ^" Ghibli likes that thought, I bet. The most handsome boy in Ghibli's is Howl, and the worst girl is grandma Sophie, XD. Just one thing made me sick, the Witch of the Waste, she's so... fricking ugly, from the start til Suliman turned her to the original form... , and Howl did try to lure her as girlfriend.... What the hell was he thinking about....? ^ ^"""" The worst is when she climed up the stairs.... gyaaaa~~!!!!

Nothing much to talk about the script, she already mentioned it. And you, remember to put your thought on the music too. Songs from Ghibli are rather good, I can say that. Hope you enjoy the movie if you have never seen it~ ^ ^

Your extra service, the fanart I found on net, quiet cute, nee? ^ ^

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Author: Aster

Translator: Anzu

Note: this is the fan-fiction based on the comic Inuyasha of Takahashi Rumiko. I and the author of this fic own no authority of the characters here. Also, I have permission from Aster to post my translation here ^ ^ Domo arigatou~ For more information about this fic in Vietnamese, please come to accvn.net. You should read the Vietnamese version, it’s really great that brought my lazy self the interest to translate it. ^ ^

I’ll up 4 parts of it seperately! Don’t blame me if you think this one is no good for your taste~ ^ ^

Please don’t take this translation to anywhere out from here, especially without my permission and credit. Thank you ~~~~~

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Season’s menu

Happiness? ______________________ page 2

Spring ______________________ page 3

Summer ______________________ page 4

Fall ______________________ page 5

Winter ______________________ page 6


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Happiness…?

Four Seasons in the sky


If only a four-leaf clover can bring me happiness…


I ask Him, “What is happiness?”…
Happiness is what we don’t know?


Happiness is what we can’t have?

Happiness is what we can not keep?

Happiness is what we are able to forget?


Will you remember me, though time passes as rivers flow nonstop?



I wait for happiness…

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Spring

The sky is in spring. The four-leaf clover is showing green. Emerald green.
Four-leaf clover stands for happiness… Someone in faraway time has said.
But the belief is always the same.
I believe.

I ask Him, “What is happiness?”
He looks up at the sky. Standing quietly.
I ask the Old Man, “What is happiness?”
The Old Man stares at me. Shaking his head.

I lie on the grass. It’s spring. It’s spring. Great blue sky. Pretty white clouds.
Murmuring grass. Playing wind.

What is happiness?
I ask wind. Wind blows absently.
I ask sun. Sun falls thoughtlessly.
I ask river. River flows passively.
I ask flowers. Flowers fly unreflectingly.

Happiness is what we don’t know?

The four-leaf clover is still green. Emerald green.
Hands seize haltingly. Letting it off.
If I don’t know what is happiness, why should I pick a clover leaf?
Ablings, some one will need it?
Ablings…

He still looks up at the sky. Wind blows and sun shines. Shining its brilliant spring.
Color of the sky and color in your eyes. Melding like the four-leaf clover’s color.
Green. Emerald green.

Dewy night. I keep a four-leaf clover, hugging it closely to my heart.
I dream… a happiness.

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Summer

Summer comes. Rain weaves through the shining sun. Limpidly.
A slant colorful rainbow. Crossing through it to the shore of happiness.
Who says? Who believes?

I ask Him, “How can we reach a rainbow?”
He looks at me. Keeping quiet.
I ask the Old Man, “How can we reach a rainbow?”
The Old Man barks rudely to me. “It’s impossible.”

I look up at the sky. Green shadows knit together through a colorful rainbow.
Upper the rain are serene sunny beams.
How can we catch happiness?

I ask bird. Bird sneaks in his wings, hiding rain.
I ask cloud. Cloud pours out itself, turning into water.
I ask grass. Grass curves herself, greeting the sun.
I ask rain. Rain falls, silently.

Happiness is what we can’t have?

An ephemeral rainbow. Dispersing, being dim through the shining sun.
A brilliant rain. Wetting eyelids.
Mournful.

A rainbow is far, extremely far. But you are close, very close.
It’s just… I can’t reach…
It’s just…

He looks at me. I hastily smile an ignorant smile, hiding the tears falling from my eyes.
A drop of water’s reflecting the shining sun.
A little colorful rainbow. Glittering its way.
I love.

Rainy day. I show him a colorful rainbow.
One day. One day will I reach my colorful rainbow?

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Fall

Fall flows. Farewell say leaves to trees. Deepest sad yellow.
Falling leaves dye all the sky above me. Catching. Catching. But they keep falling. Falling for ever.
Tears for whom? For whom?

I ask Him, “How can we keep falling leaves?”
He bends to see the flowing stream. Calmly.
I ask the Old Man, “How can we keep falling leaves?”
The Old Man shows me a bit flat, wiping across his eyes. Saying nothing.

I stand on a mountain top. Falling leaves keep dying the vast sky yellow.
The sunset flows.
The hazy sun shines at the end of the day.

How can we keep happiness?

I ask tree. Tree trembles himself, pouring down leaves.
I ask squirrel. Squirrel hugs his nuts, running away to his hole.
I ask time. Time passes by without coming back.
I ask a pedestrian. He turns his back, walking quickly.

Happiness is what we can not keep?

Falling leaves. Dying fall by their fade-away color.
The wind season drifts past. A little dew, a little rain dust, spread colorlessly.
If I can not keep happiness, why should I have it?
Is it painful while our dream vanish?
Is it sorrowful?

He caresses my hair. Time dust has already tarnished the memory.
Green, yellow, green. Lightish wind, whistling footsteps.
Your eyes’ color is lighter than leaf, brighter than flower, clearer than the wind itself.
I still dream…

Windy evening. Holding your hand, catching leaves.
I count… every happy day…

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Winter

Winter days. Extensive white snow. Coldest white.
Burying all your past. Burying all your faraway memoir.
Cold white snow. Some one once said.
Sorrow.

I ask Him, “Will you do remember me?”
He closes his eyes, turning his back. So far.
I ask the Old Man, “Will he do remember me?”
The Old Man sobs, weeping inwardly. Muting.

I fly onto the lofty sky. The opalescent white dilutes, dispersing all over. Everywhere fly scatteredly tiny snow drops… Covering…

How can we remember happiness?

I ask snow. Snow falls down, freezing thicker.
I ask ice. Ice curves itself in the frozen breath.
I ask moon. Moon is inclined, hiding half way.
I ask frost. Frost stretches arms, busily rimming roads.

Happiness is what we are able to forget?

Droping snow. Fading color fills up a wither day.
Touching you. But you do not ever notice.
Will you remember me, though time passes as rivers flow nonstop?
If not… why we should meet?
What for?

You walk slowly into the color of snow and frost.
Pale while sun. Clearing away at a cold ending day.
Icy frost. Sneaking somewhere.

He greets falling snowdrop. Unreaching eyes.
Endless white sky.
Holding an old flower. Unmelted.

Snowy dawn. Flying onto the deep blue sky.
Seeking the far off four-leaf clover’s color.
I wait for happiness.

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Happiness is what we don’t know?

Happiness is what we can’t have?

Happiness is what we can not keep?

Happiness is what we are able to forget?


Will you remember me, though time passes as rivers flow nonstop?


I wait for happiness



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~Owari~

Enjoy!!


PS: Ran méo, trời đang mưa, hồi nãy thấy ông đang chạy xe có con khỉ nắm 4 cẳng nó vào lưng áo ổng, vui vui ^ ^ Cứ thấy sấm chớp là nhớ đến thunderstorm ^ ^" Kinh dị ;_____; hic... Up 4 seasons rồi á, sao bao năm tháng hẹn tới hẹn lui ^ ^ lần sau sẽ up howl cho mày hoặc lần tới nữa, tùy ^ ^ comment cái gì tao coi!
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It's only autumn but i feel like I am in the middle of winter. So cold for me. I have been tardy for morning class almost everyday because I can not get out of my bed in the morning. It is freezing. But the math professor did not get mad at me; I am her pet (smile).

This entry, again, is for Anzu. Don't get mad at me dear Mori Murasaki, because you hardly ever get on this page, right ? And Anzu dearest, WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!Image I don't remember teaching you talking in such a bad maner. It is ok for me, but once you get use to it, you will put yourself in trouble. Delete those curse words out of your dictionary right now or I'll have to give you some strict purnishment this Christmas. Beside that part, I enjoyed your artical alot. Sound like you, having weird ideas about nomal things, you made your trip back home an amazing story. Okaeri Nasai Anzu.

I am so glad that you still love home after all that time. I really don't understand why a lot of people can look down on their own country. One of my Vietnamese friends here told me that if it was not for her parents had made her to go home this summer, she wouldn't go at all. She told me there is nothing about Vietnam that she love. She can't stand Vietnamese weather, the smell of Vietnamese food, the rudeness Vietnamese people and so on. But she, herself is an Vietnamese who has lived in Vietnam for 17 years and has only been in the U.S. for more than a month. I was hurt when I heard that. And then I told her how much I love home and love to be home again. She looked at me shaking her head like I was nut, but I didn't care. I just can't stand people talking about my beloved country that way.

Back to your article, Anzu. We all have bad luck with food, don't we? I remember feeling the same way when picking food on the plane. Every time I look at the person next to me, I feel that her food look better than mine. That's called "standing on one mountain and look over to another." kekeke! Anyway, hope that I will have a nice plane like you when I went home this January.

The thing makes me sad the most when leaving here for Japan is that I can not see Anzu every year as we planned. I am so scare that after this Chrismas, what shall be the next time for us to meet again? If I leave, will the string between us broken? I made her promise me to come home after 4 years. I am going to keep my promise that I will come to NY this winter, then I will scan every japanese lesson that I learned to her, I will buy a recorder to record the pronounciation lesson then upload to the computer so Anzu can learn with me too. And then, she'll have to keep her promise and come home. Am I smart, Anzu? I am pretty sure that you will not turn out like my friend, dislike Vietnam so much. Love you.

Again, watch your language. And are you going to up my Howl essay?

Ran

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Ran méooo, hôm nay tao lười, nên cái blog nó thành ra bất bình thường thế này Image

Đúng là giao quyển tự học SAT cho bé Zu thì chẳng khác nào giao trứng cho ác, XDDDDD suốt ngày ko thấy nó học mà chỉ thấy nó ngủ mơ tới mấy em uke của nó, hông thì đi lông nhông với con Chaien... ^ ^" (Ran méo nó mà nghe được nó chém chít ngắc Image - bốp chát chát lười này!!!!) Mà Ran, đúng là cái đứa bé thiên thần trong trắng... trợn trông hình nó xinh thế, em Chai 5 tuổi... thoắng chốc nó đã biến thành một con quỷ dữ, cũng vì tao được nhìn tấm hình nó 10 t của mày trước rồi đó, không thì, nhìn cái này chắc tao sùi bọt mép... XDDDD (nói chuyện kinh quá >"< )

Nói thì nói vậy chứ tao cũng có học chứ bộ, hic...

Ran, tao đặt hàng trước nhé, có đi qua bên ấy thì kiếm cái đồng hồ Nôbita y như của con Chai cho tao nhé >"<>"<

Tao sẽ cố gắng học tiếng Nhật để dạy lại mày, heheheh (tới lúc qua đó ko biết nó đã nhớ được tới chữ nào nữa ^ ^") Hình như tao đang play favoritism ở đây, toàn là viết blog cho mày ko àh... con Ju mà nghe được thể nào lại ko.... :)) Mà học đã người ta hỏi tao học được cái gì, chắc chỉ có 'Wakarimasen' thôi :)) Tại sao? Tại sao chỉ có 1 tháng? Image Mày ra đi thì cũng như tao mất đi chỗ dựa cuối cùng, mất đi cái để mình cầm cự mà tiếp tục, mất rất nhiều thứ... Dù là tao đã gầm rống khi nghe 'cái đó', ai cũng tưởng tao đang khùng vì tao không được đi, demo.... thật sự là tao cảm thấy mình sắp mất đi một thứ, hic... còn cái chuyện kia thì... dù là mình có khùng vì nó một phần thật, nhưng cứ như so 1 với 20 vậy >"""""""""""""""""""""""<>""""< (heh, nghe mà cứ tưởng thư tình...)

I am scared, some times I am scared, I am really scare... Where does the wind go...? A little jealous, a little childish feeling, a little sad... where will the wind go...? Do I really just work things up or so? Mirai...

Nóng, nóng, nóng kinh người. Dạo này cứ muốn viết câu đó ^ ^ không hiểu tại sao. Lấy được cái usb, việc đầu tiên là dọn sạch máy để lấy chỗ cho hyde-sama chứ ^ ^ Ran méo, có cái hình Laruku mắc cười lắm, bữa nào tao up lên cho mày coi. Anzu sẽ truyền thụ Hyde học với Y học cho em Ran >:) Con Chai nó pó tay tao rồi....

Dòng cuối, bài thơ của bạn Wil (short for William) gửi tặng bé Ju, khiếp, bạn Sing có khác, làm thơ nghe cũng hay hay... dù hơi... sến ^ ^

I look high beyond the skies,
And wonder if you hear my cries.
Of nostalgia, of aversion, of loneliness,
That even God can’t comprehend with a million tries.
In the long hours of the lonely nights,
I’m all alone,
Staring at the sky’s beautiful, twinkling lights.
I look at my phone,
Hoping you would wish me good night,
Only to find,
That you are not by my side.
As each day passes by, I’ve slowly learnt,
How not to cry.
But appreciate the joy that I get,
Just by having you on my mind.

Một lần, vừa đặt chân lên Irc là được người ta đón tiếp nồng hậu, vào chưa kịp nói chữ gì ngoài 'amen' là bạn Zu bị đá ra rồi quay trở lại với một câu chào kinh dị.... ^ ^ Cái forum bạo lực khiếp... ^ ^ War nhìn đủ màu sắc... ^ ^ "

Đi ngủ ~ bb Ran, bb Chai, bb Ju, bb all~

Cứ coi như đây là cái blog đầu tiên bạn Ju léng phéng lên đây. Irrasshaimase~ honey~! Sau bao nhiêu năm tháng bé Zu hăm dọa mòn mỏi ~

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Wah, Ran dear, I didnt notice your new article til today, kakak, I didnt write anything here as I said coz' I'm lazy. Gomen nasai. I just finished proofreading Okane ga nai chap 10... (supposed to do from long ago...^ ^""") Still have half of Mirai no kioku chap 1c, muwahahahaha, I'm the king of debts.... hix hix

Well, we should talk about 'Tadaima' since that's the title here. Well, I'm home, mina-san. That's too bad to read it now, isnt it. My laziness seems to be more and more agressive days by days... it's getting along well with my perverted-ness... Sou desu nee?

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That was a peaceful flight. I was too excited since the day before my flight that I couldnt sleep the whole night, or we can say since 12 pm of the 4th October... I turned left sight then right sight then left sight then right sight and still couldnt sleep. Thus I grasped the only news paper in my room and read to kill time. That 'Arizona Vietnamese foreign newspaper' was too suck... You can say that... They offended all the famous names... You know, they liked capitalism and hated socialism... That kind of newspaper ^ ^""" Shit. Well, I shouldnt talk about it anymore... It did have one good article, 'The reflection of an American woman on Tet'. I'll mention about it later.

I felt aslept at 2 am, I guess, then being waken up at 3... and waited until 4 to go to the airport. Kaa-san gave me 100 (Guess will use it up to buy wine for her when coming back).Nothing much to say, that was easy. I had been afraid if they let us bring usb but that's okay. Just they made me go through the weird machine for security reason. Lol. Could say it's weird with the air blowing... Made me surprised ^ ^" They did ban liquid, but I didnt bring any with me. After going through that, I went further more and met an old lady... she seemed kind of absenced-mind, so I helped her a little bit. We had the same gate, but different flights. She asked me to buy some sugar-free food for her, coz' she had diabiete... (is it writing like this... '___') I didnt know which one so I bought fruits... (bet still have sugar but... that's the only thing seemed to be non-sugar... heh). I went to my flight at 6:15. They changed my gate to next door.... good thing I knew it soon enough... no doubt when 2 flights at the same gate left within 30 minutes... ^ ^" That flight wasnt full with people, and I sat alone. NYC from below was covered with sea, and it seemed really crowded to other states.

I arrived at NYC airport at 7:30, and almost lost... Just kidding, not that serious. Just that they didnt write any clue to guide me from terminal 2 to terminal 1. I did it after all. Che, the Korean Airplane wouldnt open til 10:30... >"< alt="Image" src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/28.gif"> Had to get outside. I was bored so I read 'Antique Bakery' again ^ ^ That was hilarious... At 10:30, we still hadnt seen any sign that the Korean office in front of us working... In fact they worked at the right sight and none of us noticed that.... hah...

Well, they had Korean Air at one side of the building and Japanese Air at the other side. The Korean and Japanese were really different... They looked different, you could obviously regcognize each of them... Some like that. I checked my ticket again with a cute Korean boy, kakakakak, he looked small, type of tortured-liked... kakkaka... I should catch then put him to the cage and torture him everyday, kakakkaka.... Kidding ^ ^ Gotcha! Then I went to Korean Air waiting gate, and wait til 1 pm... that was so boring~ I hadnt eaten anything since dawn so I went to buy some bread, ofcourse the cheapest ^ ^" Okane ga nai, you know. A croissant, I guess, not that delicious but food was food, and it filled my stomach, so it's good ^ ^ The signal inside the building was sure bad, even the tv couldnt work properly. I saw the cell-for-rent bar near my seat though... maybe that kind of signal was what they had intended to do, so there we were with rented cells ^ ^" Gosh~ Such boring and wasting time passed by, I continued with the 'Antique Bakery' volume 1. As I noticed, Vietnamese sit along with Vietnamese, Chinese sit along with Chinese, and Korean sit along with Korean... wondered how they knew eachother nationality so well ^ ^" XD. Maybe I was wrong... hahah. The weird thing was their informs were spoken in Korean in the Korean Air section, and in Japanese in the Japan Air section next door... well, no English at all, and it's NYC... ^ ^" Who knew... In Incheon, Korea, where I'd transfer later, they did spoke English after Korean though. To my opinion, the formal speaking in Korea was almost like Japanese. If I hadnt heard the ending terms like 'hanmida, sumida, ...mida...' at the end of Korean sentence, I'd have thought that should be Japanese... ^ ^" (well, the Japanese next door had 'shimasen, kudasai...') Wish I sat in Japanese Airplane and went to Japan, heheh. At that time, people around me were kinda noisy, most of them were Vietnamese indeed... iyaa... and mostly were old gramps... ^ ^" An obaa-chan misunderstood me with some foreigner... because I read Antique in the different way ^ ^" and I didnt talk at all. At 12:30 am, we were boarding pass. That was such a long line and coz' they said Korean so I didnt know which number they had been through. So after a while I got in the line and gave the ticket to a checking man, but he said it wasnt my turn (I knew it >"<>

That was a big international airplane with 3-4-3 seats. I had never had a chance to sit next to the window side this time I was coming back... I didnt really like that. I'd like to enjoy to be able to observe all the high-view sightseeing... but nothing could do about it. My seat was next to the hallway, on the right, so it seemed smaller than other seats. Luckily that no one was sitting at the 2nd seat so I put my bag with my notebook under it. At the 3rd seat of my line, I guess that was a Chinese woman, because she didnt understand Korean. My hobby at that time was to distinguish nationalities from people. As I said, that 16-hour-long flight was peaceful, that rarely had any shock, and we flew in all day. How I put it, that was never night within 16 hours for us, due to the different regional time. Anyway, people around me liked to close all the windows so, neither nights or days, they werent really the matter. Well, I watched Gattfield (is it...? ^ ^") then some movie of Lindsay Lohan with the story lined in 2 people exchange their lucks through kissing... I forgot the name ^ ^" The ending was funny. I also tried some musics, first with the Chinese, then Japanese, and Korean. At last, I came back to Chinese, that's the good one. One thing I liked in my flight was Korean airhostesses Image They had cute faces, and their uniform was so neat and beautiful. It was a shirt accompanied with skirt or pants, both with the colour of egg... maybe light yellow mixed with white... some like that, I dont know how to say it. The other colour was some kind of blue and green. With scarves around their necks, tied at the right side to form 2 opposite lines, and hair was pulled up into buns, place behind their head, with long delicate hair-pins shaped like the letter 'alpha - α', they served passengers with the most courteous sentences and acts and tender smiling faces. (Well, I supposed all stewardesses must be like this) I would sound like a pervert but I really like them, especially their uniform Image Maybe that's the ettiquette, or that should be I looked like Korean, they always asked me what I wanted to eat in Korean :)) And the 'beepu' ^ ^ kinda alike with Japanese, desu ka?

I bet I was suck at choosing food... hahah, I always chose sth then figured out the other looked more delicious :)) (at least for me). Well, what would you choose? American beef style or Korean beef style? I picked the second coz' I thought it's new, XD, then looked at the lady sat near my seat, seemed like American beef look so tasty, mummum... ^ ^" (wonder how she always got the tatsy-looked one... hahah) The rice in my chosen was good too, soft and sweet ^ ^ The same thing happened with chiken and pastry... Should have known what pastry was... hix... ^""""^ But that looked more like chicken or seafood baked with noodle than pastries... I must have heard it wrong then... but that sounded really like 'pastry' ^ ^""""" Gyaah! Anyway, the rice was good and the food too, though they seemed to need a little bit more salt... I like salty. It's hot, though.

I also look at the air-buy catalog. Mother wanted me to buy some Marboro and wine on the way back. Gya, they seemed to be expensive, even if they were free-duty. I wondered what kind of wine she wanted... the cheapest was Henniken...? I didnt remember well, should ask her again. Most of the time I just slept to kill time, didnt read Antique bakery even when I had already get them out of the bag that I'd put over my head. Just lazy~ Some times checked the progress of that flight too. Speaking of which, seemed like I sat in the area with no or less Vietnamese. There were a young Korean dad and his small children sat in front of me, maybe 2 or 3 lines of seat aside. Some stewardesses played with the smallest child so he wouldnt cry. I think they really liked children. ^ ^

Well, time to end my waiting finally came. We landed at Incheon, Korea around 5:30 pm. At first I thought Incheon was where my Korean friend lived, but then I figured that it was a mistake. She did live in someplace near Seoul, but not Incheon. Heheh, must be these 2 sounded alike... It in fact is an empty mound that rises into the Yellow Sea between China and South Korea that they took it as Incheon Internatinonal Airport. You can call it rural. I didnt see many houses. I looked at the map again then learned that we flew the whole horizontal of the US, from NYC to Washington, then passed the North Pacific Ocean (maybe the edge between Pacific and Arctic), then took the vertical line to Russia and finally met Korea. It did flew through Seoul then straight ahead to the south Korean islands then turn 45 Northeast back to Incheon. I still dont know why some airplanes need to make such a turn, maybe for the landing direction ^ ^"

Finally we arrived at ICN at 5:30, I did the transfer proceedings quickly and went ahead to stores ^ ^ There were a lot of gift shops that you wouldnt have enough money to visit them all. Well, I guessed that's not actually that much. They repeated in sections and terminals. I saw some bookstores but didnt stop too long there. If they were in Japanese and had comic, I might ^ ^ First, I located my gate then went around there to see stuffs. There were places to try traditional clothes, fast and Korean food, clothing shops, giftshops, smoking room and the Daum internet café round my gate, I had known that website before, but couldnt get in ^ ^" You'd have to pay if you want to use internet. I still had 2 more hours so there was no haste. Just took time and saw what I liked. ^ ^ I bought Totoro and Lucky sorrel phone straps from the gift shop opposite to my gate. The lady spoke Korean to me again and I was like 'Excuse me' (sumimasen, sumimasen ne? ^ ^) Then she told me if I bought 3, it would be 10% off. Anyway, I was beaten, shouldnt buy one more. ^ ^" Well, guess that's the cheapest and somewhat cute in there ^ ^" You couldnt just go to Korea, even just for 2 hours and didnt buy anything there, could you? I wanted sth from Korea. That's it. They are cute, after all~ I asked them to give me change in Korean currency but they couldnt >"<>

The ICN did give me the feeling of haven for shopping, but I didnt go that far, I guessed it'd be the same things here and there... so I took one more round and came back to my gate. I was satisfy, wasnt I? Since I should think about 5 more hours I would be through. There was 45 minutes more to the depart. I was watching a funny show. There were full with Vietnamese of course, that's the plane head to HCM city after all. And they did get a long line although the plane was smaller. I didnt take the window side again but an ojii-san next to me T___T Well, nothing could do.

There was an old lady sat in front of me with her father. That actually not her seat but she took it. Then a man asked her to give it back, and she yelled at the stewardesses when they asked. I saw them sigh and laugh with another passenger ^ ^" After all, she was still there, in front of me. Nah, there was no need to do that, wasnt it? I just hoped that she would speak with the lower and more polite tone... Made me feel embarrassed ^ ^" The ojii-san next to me didnt like that too. Sit near me on the right were a Korean mother and her child. They ignored that matter though. Oops. For some times, I slept with the head leaning toward the front seat. Hahah, that was dangerous, the old lady suddenly pushed it back, made me dead surprised. ^ ^"

Well, as if there were anything interesting with flights... We were served to eat one more time. That's was quiet and everyone felt asleep until a young man sat behind me (quite far) suddenly spoke so loud some nonsense stuffs with a girl next to him. At first I thought like he might talking with a cell... (he did that and I killed him ^"^) That was so damn impolite and as if it were good to hear... I really hated that, not only woke me up but I also had to hear that stupid talking about boys and girls. Then he sung, holy fucking cow. I felt so ashame... Even the head steward, I guessed, had to come down to the passenger lounge to see what happened. Man~ that's too suck. I really wanted to tell him 'Shut up! You holy fucking shit!' hahah, seemed like I became real bad :)) The ojii-san next to me curse him too... ^ ^"

What have come should have come. The plane was going to reach Vietnam! They gave us the form to write and give to the custom post for immigration. I left some space since I didnt know what to write, but somehow I wrote all of them before it landed. The ojii-san helped me too. The second we reached the airport, some guys went 'yatta, horray, yupppp' ^ ^" I was really touched that time. I felt so happy, after so long that I had been waited. I said 'Tadaima' to myself and smile (to myself ^ ^") Really really happy, nee? Image Feel like I may cry, but I should hold it. I'm not the type of person would cry in front of people...

Well, it's exactly 10:30 pm like the ticket said. There were my otou-san and my wife coming to meet me. They should say 'Okaeri nasai' indeed :)) I took my lugguage, although needed to wait for a long time.... ^"""^ Goodness that everything was still inside ^ ^" The lady from Rochester did lock my bag again after she checked it. Arigatou Gozaimashita~

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It took me 10 days to finally get to the computer and wrote it, nee ^ ^"" If someone didnt say I neglected my blog, I wouldnt do that in 10 days :)) Gomen. I called GF after I reached home that day, at 12:30. (I thought it 11 indeed) And she said 'You idiot, what time is it?' :)) heheh

hey Ran, I cant find any sat class T""""T Ila has one on 28/11 though. Shit. That means I might have to learn it myself again.... hahahah.... *a rock in my chest* ack. I went to your house last Sunday and grandma took me and Chaien to Asuka ^ ^ (Ju didnt have the luck to eat XDDD)

By the way, GF had a new nickname. Her name read like Jaian, and that is Chaien, so here we go ^ ^ We sat at the first table in Japanese class, and seem like the most perverted talkative in there.... heheh... or you can call her 'F fờ' She likes it *giggle*

I wonder was it really that interesting, my flight.... I wrote a lot. Muahahahhah, try to read it and ruin your eyes.

Ss said she will teach me some more Japanese. Well, that's a good thing ^ ^ And I save up quite a number of articles to post here, heheh, the only more problem is when ^ ^" And people are quite impressed with my proofreading for Okane ch7 (Make me blush whenever I heard that :))) heheh, but it's just good with 7 ^ ^"""" 8-10 seemed quite normal.... well.... the comet rises then fades.... nah, I dont think I'll be worst like that... ^ ^""" they are still okay ^ ^"

I guess I should try hard. Anyway, I'm king of debt right now...

Anzu

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This is Ran. It seems that Anzu and Morimurasaki are having so much fun at home that they forget to take care of this blog. Well, I wouldn't blame them because I would do the same thing.Image So I think it is my job to post something. We have to keep this page going, don't we?

Today is the day I started working at my School cafeteria. My job is pretty much doing whatever I am told, standing in the food line and fixing people's plates, doing dishes, wiping of the counters and tables... and get paid minimum wage. It was exhausted! I worked 9 hours with a 30 minutes break for lunch. My feet is killing me now and I hardly stand. Finally, I can see how hard it is to make money. I took this job partly because I want to have some extra money. I am saving up to go to New York this Christmas. If eveything works out right, I will have enough money to pay for the ticket and some extras to spend on souvernir. So dearAnzu, wait for me. I am coming.

The other thing that I get out of this job is the motive (or should I call it the Pressure?) to study harder. I don't want to walk my feet off and get paid minimun wage for the rest of my life. If I am going to live like that, believe me, I would rather suicide. I am really appriciate the education that I am getting so that I can do something I really want in the future.

My mom and dad would have a heart attack if they know that their little princess is now in a cafeteria washing dishes. Well, I guess it's about time to stopt being a princess. Trying to do something that I would never think of before is somehow fun. I don't really have to work; the money is not that much, but I want to try the feeling of doing somthing on my own, to have my hand scrumbled by strong soap and hot water, to nearly get burn trying to take castoral out of the oven, to try to smile with customers when I am ready to pass out..., all sort of things that I never had to do before. After all, each experience has its own meaning, and I belive these hard working days will not be useless. And anybody that is reading this entry must excuse my terrible grammar; I hardly think straight now, really really tired.

Anyway, Morimurasaki, Anzu and GF, are 3 of you having fun. Love.

Ran

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Thinking of Anzu and Morimurasaki.

They must be so happy to see each other after all that time. I am glad too because Anzu were home finally although I am not there to greet her. It is more than a year since we last met and we still couldn't meet each other untill Chirstmas. I don't care how hard it is, I have to meet her this year.

Thinking of the old days, for 6 years straight, we saw each other almost everyday. Now that time seems so far away. Where had they gone? Those beautiful days. I never thought of being parted from my dear friends for such a long time. When reading Anzu's entry about her longing to be home, I almost cried, because somehow I could feel exactly what she felt. That is why I am glad that she is at home now.

Anzu! miss you so much. But I don't feel like that you are far away. I don't know why but I always foud that you are really close to me, maybe because we having been talking over the phone for 2 hours/day? Anyway, try to have fun while you are there.

I have just done with midterm. Everything was alright except for the inclass essay for Composition class. I am pretty sure that fail it for I couldn'd write anything but repeating the sentence "he found himself." over and over. Well, 1F wouldn't hurt much, I guess. I am doing extra credit for that class, hopelly it will pull my grade up. And I am so excited because the extra credit essay is about the "howl's moving castle" movie. I having been working all day on it and almost done. My friend called me nut because I put too much efforts into a essay only worths 2 points. But I don't want to write a 1paged long essay just for a grade. I write it because I love it. And because Anzu want me to post it here when I done. Dearest Anzu, do you see how much I love you? kekeke

Can you find a nice picture for this article please. kiss you

Ran.

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