Today, I had the oppurunity to be a radio DJ.
Well, a guest DJ actually. It was an exholirating experience because it was my firat time inside the booth.
I was able to see and experience how a segment of a radio show is run and what the DJs do during advertisement break.
It was a wonderful experience.
I have been into Japanese otaku culture for some years already.
Among the many light novels that I have read, Shakugan no Shana has a special place. It was one of my first light novels and as well as anime.
Also, I love how the relationship of the main characters develop especially when the series was ending.
The past weeks has been very tiresome. I felt drained, all my energy focused on passing the major exams and term papers.
This week, my body wants to relax but my brain is still in overdrive.
I want to start working on my fantasy story but I have to focus first on finishi g the books that are piling dust and yellowing.
Have a good day!
I hate revisiting the past.
I look forward to the future.
I exist today.
A penny for my thoughts?
Well, as an undergraduate student of a psychology degree, there are some term papers that will forcibly make you do an inner reflection.
“How can you help others if you don’t know how to help yourself?”
One of my professors used to say that.
As an individual who chose a path of being a helping hand to others, I must first learn how to put myself out of my own quagmire. It will be by then that I can truly begin to help others.
I stare at you.
My eyes telling my longing.
I can’t wait any longer.
Trying to eat my insides.
I want you now!
My beloved decadence.
The chocalate cupcake,
Also waiting to be eaten.
Every day, we walk down the same lobby.
At the corner of my eyes, I see you.
You shine like the evening moon
And my love for you burns like the morning sun.
I want to call you.
I want to talk to you.
However, I am little miss imperfect;
Full of defects.
I want to ask:
Can I love you more than I love you today?
My heart beats fast; I think I am falling too deep.
I wish that I am girl you want to keep.
However you already have your miss perfect.
A lass from uptown;
Ladylike but still spunky.
I cannot compete because your eyes shine too bright.
I cry every night and then I say,
Maybe you’re not for me.
I will find my mister right.