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PROFILE jed david is currently working three part time jobs *explains the laggy updates* and is having second thoughts of going to college. jed david is afraid of blood. nosebleed + jed = bad chemistry. he's a business economics student who has troubles dealing with mathematics. jed david is an anime and manga enthusiast who constantly craves for more... uhmm... anime and manga. He's a freelance journalist, freelance photographer, webdesigner and a musician (drums). jed david is also an avid gamer. PC, handheld, console games will make him occupied for an hour at least. He's looking forward to play on his Nintendo Wii, PS3 and Xbox 360. |
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the waltz dramatic...
...is the front page of my honey and clover fansite. You will find my blog, hachikuro radio, blog links, the episode guide,
episode summaries, character profiles, some of the soundtracks in SWF format and the soundtrack lyrics as well.hachikuro radio... ...is the waltz dramatic's embedded audio player. check out the playlist at the lower right sidepanel. will not fade...
...or memories will not fade is the picture gallery. You will find episode screenshots, avatars and wallpapers. It's the place to
be when you're looking for HnC visual art!just keep pedaling...
...a little bummed with the ending? Read their diaries and find out what happened after. You can find my roleplay diaries of
Takemoto, Hagu, Mayama, Yamada and Morita here.
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Learning is a long process. That's an understatement. Learning is eternal. But I didn't say that learning isn't divided into stages. Which is why I'm happy to say that I've graduated from the stage of high school -- again. What will I do with two high school diplomas?
Anyway, I didn't know that I would receive the Sam Steele award and the prestigious Governor General Medal. People say that the medal is beneficial to earning scholarships or money grants, at least. It better be: I don't have money and I want to study post education as soon as possible. ![]() Which brings us to my other business. It's been weeks since my last update and I totally missed blogging big time. Let's just say that things got real busy after grad. I haven't been able to properly take time to write, because I'm occupied with ginormous work. With that said, I got a raise! Woo. God is sufficient. A lot of my friends in school kept saying that they're going to travel when they turn 21. Awkward for me to hear, since I'm already 21. No, I'm not old. They said that they plan to go to Japan or to Vegas. I, totally, want to join 'em. I just pray that I get the money. I'm saving for university and an airplane ticket. And it ain't going to be easy. Who am I kidding? I wonder if I'll ever be able to save up to $5000 from here on. Possible. But it'll be a struggle. ![]() these guys suggested me that Vegas or Japan run. ![]() I'll miss you, Ana. ![]() See you soon, Patrick. ![]() Best wishes to you, Amber. I've met some great guys and girls in Elmwood. I'll miss my short high school life in Elmwood. My life was fulfilling back there and I've become more confident with myself, thanks to the great teachers of Elmwood High. It's true, I thought that my mind was going to dry up and decay, but Elmwood made me smart again. It was a challenge and I'm glad I didn't succumb to my laziness, worries and the anxiety. I almost forgot. The students made a promise: that we be giants in the world. So here's my promise: I won't let the complications, stereotyping, materialism, and all the crap in the world belittle me. I'll become a giant problem to my problems. ![]() song of the moment: Careless Whisper by Seether *lol* mood: uncomfortable Labels: blogs hop to: [the frontpage] [my hnc gallery] [roleplay blogs]
I bought my dad a grill yesterday. I barely slept Friday night, but I didn't mind being woke up at 10 in the morning. Dad called and he was asking if I buy him a grill. and may I reiterate: HE WAS ASKING ME. HE DIDN'T TELL ME TO BUY IT. HE ASKED ME FIRST. And I know that for all the good things he has done to my life, he had the right to tell me to buy it. Instead, he asked first.
NO CRYING, BOY! I'm betting I slept for four hours. Still I knew that my Saturday would be wonderful, so I stood up anyway. Besides, I also knew that I had to get my dad something this Sunday, good thing it's a grill. It's cheaper than a laptop. Of course he wouldn't know that he's supposed to get a laptop this Father's Day. Don't tell him. Haha. My dad's simple and humble. A lot of people don't know how smart he is. He's always helped me in math and physics and stuff and he drew me projects that were due next morning. He also taught my older bro. and he's waaay better than me in Arithmetic and Sciences. And people say that I'm good in Math. Hell no, I suck, and I'd usually cry to daddy when it comes to problem solving. Not anymore. He's taught me well as well. Haha. My dad's been valedictorian in high school and elementary where I barely excelled. I studied at the same elementary school as him and the same high school back in the Philippines. The teachers knew him.... they knew him well. Unfortunately, I didn't have the brain capacity like his when he was young. Sorry teachers, and yes, I'm his son. Smart man. Strong ethics. How I wish to possess thee. My dad has always been an outstanding worker. I lost count on the places where he worked, because they've been competing for his service. He worked as a teacher, engineer, project manager... erm... and more. I forgot. And he's bought a computer when there was no OS except DOS. He needed it for work. He's been doing complicated jobs ever since I can remember. Good thing I was a nosy snotty 3 year old kid back then, thanks to him, I was able to learn and use the computer using DOS at the age of 3. He's hardworking and realizing his sacrifice would always make me pause. I mean, he had made so many sacrifice just to keep our spirits up; not to mention keep us satisfied. Settling here in Canada, hasn't been a walk in the park and we saw his dedication for the family when he went home coughing real bad. It was still cold outside and we didn't have a car yet. Sure he'd take the bus early morning, but everyday he would still need to walk a distance and wait for the bus. And my dad is very susceptible to cough and colds. Despite the cold weather, the very exhausting job, the pressure of the environment and the weariness, he didn't make a fuss. HELL NO. He didn't make any fuss. I can't stress this more, but yes, not a complain from his mouth. He didn't complain how lame his new *starting* job was and he didn't say anything that would regret him from leaving all our good stuff in the Philippines. He was already sick, but he was still going to work because he knew what was on the line -- the impression of our future here in Canada. I know, I know. He needs to work even if he's sick, because we need food on our table. BUT... isn't that amazing? He's not supposed to do that. My dad is also the chauffeur. I've known him driving us around since... ever. Back in the Philippines, he'd usually drive us, me and my bro, from home to the university -- cars are expensive, and no one dared to learn how to drive between us both. Anyway, everyday he'd drive for hours to and from work, pick us up and stuff, and so on. Dude, that's dedication right there. As for games, oh yeah. He's one player. When we bought the Wii, oh boy. We had fun. My cousin commented that he wished my uncle was like him. He's still playing by the way. My dad's also a bit lazy, I mean he doesn't go out much often. He also likes to eat. He said it makes him happy. Well, if eating and hanging around at home makes him happy, then problem solved. I'll say it's not so bad living a simple life-- not too many complicated thoughts and one can sleep easy too. The biggest thing that would always make me stop to ponder is his amount of patience. If I look back and see all the stupid things I did when I was young, oh man, I get pissed at myself. But not my dad. He's a very patient man and how I AM THANKFUL for that. I know that dad isn't getting any younger. And yeah, he's supposed to be taking it easy. I mean, I don't want to see him tired. He's supposed to relax... he's getting old. But life here isn't simple you know. There's some close relatives back home that need help and we need money and we're paying this house and the bills won't pay themselves and there should always be food on the table and the gas prices are hiking and and... It's these things that really make me teary eyed and I just thank my dad for everything and for the way he is. He's truly a gentleman. I envy his character and fortitude. It's also one of my goals in life to succeed after him and become better for him, so he would know that he did a heavenly perfect job raising me as a son. You know what, it's Sunday and it's Father's day. I've been convincing myself to call in sick today. To tell you the truth, I wasn't planning to go to work. And while I was on my desk, I kept thinking that BEING AT WORK TODAY WASN'T RIGHT. How I wished to be at home and spend some quiet time with my dad. I just wanted to be at home with him. But I knew that it wouldn't make him happy knowing that I skipped work. I don't want my dad to be disappointed at me. Because I know that he did a lot of sacrifice and dedication. And for that, I love him. Oh dear God, don't let him read this. Anyway, Happy Father's day! ![]() Labels: blogs hop to: [the frontpage] [my hnc gallery] [roleplay blogs]
Kamusta ka, Pilipinas? Mabuhay ka sa ika 111th taon mong kalayaan! Mabuhay!
song of the moment: follow by Faspitch mood: just resting Labels: blogs hop to: [the frontpage] [my hnc gallery] [roleplay blogs] It was a quiet afternoon on my way to work. After boarding the bus, I slumped on my seat as I blew out a sigh thinking of the long day ahead. The bus pulled over after traveling a few distance. Then this boy and his mom boarded the bus. His mom put in their fare, the coins jingled, and they picked the seats in front of me. What happened next, I didn't see it coming.The boy picked up the window seat and he laid down his head on his mother's lap. Then there was just a flashback that reeled in my head. I did the same thing when I was little; I would usually lay flat on the bus and rest on my mom's lap. And believe it or not, after seeing him do that, I was crying a bit. I was wiping my face, and I guess the lady behind me noticed me crying. I don't know what happened. I guess I was sad. I was sad to face the truth that those days are over. I won't be able to go back to my childhood, the childhood days that I dearly love. And being as a young adult, I guess it's also sad to know that the transition is now happening; at my age, I shouldn't be depending on my mom -- or even dad -- anymore. I am most responsible for my actions. No more asking for allowance, those days are gone. Halfway to work, I realized that I had to accept this fact. My mom's getting old and she's no longer at the age that would come and play tag. And I also have no more choice but to embrace these days. And I tell myself, I should be thankful for her sacrifice, blood, sweat, tear, patience and love. I love my mom. I don't say that I love her face to face, but I do love her. And I hope she knows that I love her. I'm pulling myself to say 'I love you, Mom', in person but I just couldn't pull it. She's amazing. She does everything in the house, without bothering to wake me up. Even though it's noon and I'm still asleep, she'd finish every job without asking me for help. I've never been disappointed with my mom. NEVER. How could I? Why would I? And the least thing that I'd want to happen is for my mom to be disappointed at me. I would never want that to happen. That's why I just swallow my uneasiness at work, where my job is so unpredictable. I don't want my mom or dad to know that I'm having difficulty working. I know it's painful at first, but sometimes, there's some pain that goes deep and affect me. It would affect me to the point where I tend to be lazy and irresponsible. But nothing is more painful than your parents thinking that they've raised a disappointing son. I'm blessed that I haven't made them disappointed and I'm striving to do my best not to disappoint them in the future. Besides, my pain is nowhere near to the pain that I've caused them. I mean, it was a trip, a journey, a quest -- for the one ring -- for my mom to raise me. *laughs* Even if there's no apparent big deal about Mother's day, Mom, I still love you. ![]() song of the moment: ORT - Silent Hill mood: rushing Labels: blogs hop to: [the frontpage] [my hnc gallery] [roleplay blogs]
After drum practice, I went to the grocery to buy something to eat; something that is Microwaveable. I'm a Microwavetarian.
Although, being an omnivore isn't a bad thing either. Anyway, I was surprised to find these little fellas.![]() this is not an advertisement... They're chips from the Philippines [talking about the top shelf]. I didn't know they had the quality to be exported from my beloved country. I used to eat these chips when I still had snot on my nose. But then they told everyone that they were the food of the devil, I mean, they were too unhealthy to eat. I think that was too exaggerated and we think that almost all chips are unhealthy. So it didn't bother me.Normally I wouldn't see these products anywhere, but, hey, small world, isn't it? I forgot to ask for an autograph. Damn. song of the moment: Brownman Revival - Walang Kasing Sarap mood: bored Labels: blogs hop to: [the frontpage] [my hnc gallery] [roleplay blogs]![]() |
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