Was introduced to the Asian drama shows by my cousin, but I never really followed it religiously until I heard from my sister that The Wallflower (Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge) was turned into one.

It's actually kind of cute, in a creepy morbid way. Of course it follows the main story line, with Sunako being her creepy self having to live with the "bright creatures" in a mansion that her aunt owns, except there's an adorable kid playing "Takeru"(?) who's the child of the landlady and is the landlord in her absence and Sunako goes to Hokkaido on the first episode.

I still think that Sunako was cuter in her chibi form, but seeing as trying to replicate that in real life would be too hard I guess I can deal with the cloak wearing actor that plays her character.

If you want to watch it yourself, here: http://www.dramacrazy.net/japanese-drama/yamato-nadeshiko-shichi-henge-episode-1/29343

Getting out of the lurker stage and actually blogging now.

Just watched American Idol (*on a side note, whatever happened to Canadian Idol? Is it already over? Did I miss it?*) and the funniest part for me was when someone who called himself "General Larry Prat" sang a song called "Pants on the ground".

Video from Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=76YGyJSwSRI

Not as funny as when he danced and sang it on the actual show, but this was the best I could do.

I died laughing after I watched it.

I've been reading some things, about being a lurker and a blogger, and I have just noticed that I'm a lurker myself. Ha ha, heck, I just learned what that word means. Apparently being a blogger can change a lot of things, like your confidence and how you can find a job.

The post that I was reading that said this is in this place: megroberts.wordpress.com/2008/12/11/a-reflection-how-blogging-affected-my-life/

I'd like to see if this is true, so I'm going to give it a go and see what can change in my life. I don't know what to expect, so I'm not going to expect anything.

I'm going to start with maybe making a small introduction about myself.

Hi, my real name is actually Jamaica Marie Maglana Ty, and before anyone asks, no, I was not born in Jamaica, I am thinking of going there however. I was actually born in Manila City, in Luzon, Philippines. My mother says I was born at about 4:00 AM on February 29, 2009 and seeing as the last time that I checked I am not adopted I will believe her. My age can be either 4 or 16 and I tend to alternate between the two. 4 because I've only had four birthdays in my relatively short life and 16 because I've only lived for 16 years so far.

I like to listen to songs sung in French, Spanish, Tagalog, Hangeul, Mandarin and since I don't know what to call the language that they speak in Japan, I shall call it Nippon, because it just sounds cool like that, and that is the native name for the country so I figured that it's appropriate. (If there are any Japanese people out there reading this right now and disagree with me please say so.) The majority of the reason that I use the computer is to listen and to mutilate these songs with my horrible accent. Except, oddly enough, for the French songs, I can actually passibly sing these songs. I honestly don't know why. I listen to some songs in English too, but I am terribly out of the loop of Pop Culture so don't expect me to know any hot new song on the market right now.

I like to read. A lot. I am actually a self-proclaimed bookworm, and have been nicknamed some things that pertain to books, like "The Walking Dictionary", "The Walking Library" and my personal favourite, "The Evil Librarian". BWA HA HA HA HA!!!

Ahem. Anyway, other than that I am also very interested about Philosophy, Fantasy, Pyschology, Biology, Role Playing Games, Cooking (although there was one incident where I had tried and failed to cook an egg and burnt that and almost at the same time the house down, which is why I am banned from the stove until I have at least been given a more through instruction in its usage), and I am rather catiously dabbling in the unknown (to me at least) plane that is called....................Fashion.

Don't laugh! I can hear you snickering in the corner there, yeah you! You know who I'm talking about...... Ha ha ha, I'm just joking. But seriously, I have never actually cared about the clothes that I wore when I was a young girl. Most of the time I would just wear anything that my mother would buy me. Which was mostly track pants and sweatshirts that matched colours. And some t-shirts that fit me. I have never worn a skirt shorter than my knee nor do I have any plans to do so. I do like to wear dresses however. As long as it covers a decent amount of skin and that it is comfortable then I have no complaints. I have very few clothes that fit me and can be called "girly" or even "cute" for that matter. My wardbrobe closet is shorter and only just a bit wider than me (which says a lot about how big it actually is considering that I am 5 feet and about 180 pounds), and it still mostly consists of track pants and sweatshirts, with some of my school uniforms thrown in for good measure. Right now I'm just trying to figure out what kind of clothes look good with my skin tone, hair colour and eye colour, which is quite a bit more work than I thought it would be. After that I'm going to see if I can find any clothes that can really fit me.

Beyond that, I like to think that I am kind, caring, a good listener, generous and that I am somewhat better read than most people, but probably not by much. I loathe to say this, but I can also be a sloth, distant to my friends and family, and not so fussy with my hygiene. Probably not as fussy as most people are.

I'll stop introducing myself now, because I have a lot of schoolwork to do. Goodbye and Good day to you.

 

Fareryniel – the legend of the sunflower

 

In a time long past, far to the East, lived an old sorceress and her young apprentice on an island far from the noisy towns and villages. There they practiced how to make potions and spells from the plentiful herbs and listening to the ancient wisdom of the Earth-bound spirits of the island. One day her young apprentice asked a question.

 

“Mistress, why do we live so far from the other people?”

“Why? Because the herbs here are bountiful and the spirits are generous and kind. We have little use for the other humans for they are nosy and stupid.”

 “Could you not take another apprentice?”

“No. I teach one and one only. You should be grateful that I am teaching you at all.”

“I am!”

He shouted, indignant. But then he shook his head and started to say…

 

“It’s just…”

“Well then? Say it now, child! I am old, and I do not like to be kept waiting.”

“It gets so…lonely here. I’ve never even met anyone younger than you, Mistress.”

“You do not need to.”

“But!”

He started to protest, but instead he sighed regretfully.

 

“As you wish, Mistress.”

 

After their discussion, he started to become listless, always looking out to the horizon. As if waiting. The sorceress grew worried. A dreaming apprentice was little use for her.

So, he was lonely, was he? Her old bones may not let her travel anymore, but she thinks she knows another way to solve his little dilemma.

 

So thinking, she set out to make a maiden for him to meet, one made from the most beautiful roses, clay and magic spells to keep him company. It took two moon cycles to finish, but when it was the results were a beautiful maiden. Her skin was tawny gold and smooth, her body full and curved enough to be beautiful. A full ebony carpet of hair fell to her knees, flowing gently with her graceful movements. Almond-shaped amber eyes were fringed with white velvet. Sparkling eyes and full lips curved to a gentle smile she says waves an enthusiastic welcome to the sorceress. The little maiden is named Fáreryniel, in old tongue for a bountiful meadow.

 

Beautiful as she was, she could not speak. But she was a good help to the apprentice, and listened very attentively to what he had to say.

 

There was something they had not thought of, however. She could only live so long as the full moon was in full. When the new moon came, she had gone as silently as she came. The young apprentice missed her terribly, and so made a flower the colour of her eyes and as bright as her smile.

 

And that is how the Sunflower came to be.

 

Disclaimer: sigh No, I don’t own nada. Give me a break, will ya?

 

Precious

The stars twinkled in the sky like jewels imbedded in the wind. Millions and millions shone, giving light to the dark forest. The moons were like silver discs in the sky. Footsteps echoed in the woods, stopping in front of the lake. Two figures came out of the shadows, one of them bend down to look at the water while the other stared in awe at the starry skies.

One of them sat down on the shore, and gestured to the other to sit next to him. She sat, took a gloved hand in hers.

And there they sat, just basking in the beauty, knowing that it may disappear in the days to come.

"I guess that we have to let go of some things, even if we didn’t want to."

"Sometimes we don’t have a choice."

A filleting note filled the air. And another. A banging of drums, all the sounds melding together in perfect harmony. A sweet song swirled around them, filling them with happiness and acceptance. Swirling like a cloud of pyreflies in the Farplane.

"Lose something precious, gain something even more precious. It’s an Al Bhed saying, I remember. Freedom from Sin, or keep the Macalania Woods. Somehow I can’t find it in me to regret what we did."

"Neither can I. And you came back. I’m just happy you’re here."

"Me too."

Silence again. The song stopped. The crystal on the tree sparkled, making the water shimmer. A thought rang through him. He smiled wickedly.

"Hey Yuna. Wanna swim?"

Tidus stepped into the water, splashing at Yuna who coughed and went in after him. For a time, they played round, Yuna splashed him in return, nad he swam after, and pulled her down with him underwater.

She went up for air, coughing and sputting as she tried to get her wet hair out of her face. She turned to Tidus, but saw no one.

"Eep!"

A hand snaked around her waist, and another, in a warm embrace. Which made her think back to 2 years ago, when he jumped the airship into the cloud of pyreflies. But now he’s solid, and knowing that he wouldn’t disappear again, she sighed and leaned into his warm embrace. He kissed her soft skin, from the neck to her ear. Licking her ear lobe, he whispered.

"I love you."

Yuna’s breath caught, after a moment, she turned, looked deep in his eyes to see if he was being true. Seeing no signs of deceit, she hugged him, kissed his cheek.

"I love you too."

There they stayed, just being in the moment. But then Yuna back up a bit to look at Tidus.

"Come on, we should go before the others worry."

"Alright."

They walked up the shore, holding hands, leaving their memories, and the spring for the years to come...