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It's Hatori.

I'm from Japan. I'm in Singapore. I just want to go home, To where you are. I miss you, Little Yusa.

My Music Speaks For Me.



Voice My Music.




Leaving Too Soon

I
Haven't
Filled
These
Please
Don't
Click
On
Them


And Thank You...

Designer: LorMee


Saturday, February 7, 2009

Valentines Day is Nearing.
I never knew what a big thing this was for girls. Everyone in our school is kicking up a huge fuss about this. Generally, all the guys are together on one thing: we feel it's kind of a waste of time. But alright, if it's really important to all girls, we'll just go along with it and try our best to smile while mobbed.
It is, after all, only one day in the entire year which is a day dedicated to, erm, love. (? the motive is now questionable.) I know for a fact that prices of chocolates and roses go up in singapore on this day. What a way to make money. Yayoi's family must be having a field day with their Ikebana business. I know he's having a field day coming up with the Valentino Flower Arrangement for our school. And planning ahead (WAY, WAY ahead) for the White Day Celebration, which is, apparantly, the big day for *AHEM* manly guys like us. (==") Honestly...


I heard you lost the debate, Karin san, Kim san.
Don't feel too bad, there'll be 2 more chances, right? And this time there wasn't any real challenge anyway, stylistically. Temasek can't debate at all. The videos on the internet are appalling.
Besides, the Chief Adjudicator went with your side of the house, and awarded one of you best speaker, right? That means you did something right. That's a good thing, and the other 2 judges just have noodles for brains. Don't worry about them. You're convincing the right person.

(I know what you're thinking right now, Karin san. "Stop trying to psycho-analize me, you dumass, i'm not falling for it.")
I swear i'm not trying to cheer you up. I had a video of one of your debates viewed, you're comparable to schools who were better. It's just a pity that your policy wasn't followed up on. And you shouldn't read from your speech. That's one of the things that was extremely noticable about your speech. Other than that, you and the rest of your team did very well.
Just note all the things you've done wrong and remedy them in your next debate, and note all the things you've done right and capitalize on them as well. You'll do great.

Mitsukake sempai, I KNOW you're coming on my blog. Don't lie to me. Tag it!! Sheesh. Just a hello, come on. We see each other everyday in school. You too, Asaki san!! Or i won't tutor you in Maths!! (Just kidding. Don't worry =)
More studying with Yayoi ensues!!
Only that tonight, it's going to be on the roof, with lots of wind, so we're going to have to bring our jackets and some hot SAKE. (yesssssssssssssssss.) Hisagi and Raiga are going to join us once they're done helping Wakako san and Narumi kun with with their group assignment. And they'll bring up their literature texts so we can study those because THEY need tutoring in it. For now, time for some serious World History!!
(I need to figure out why on earth i'm so excited.)

Are you the one for me?
What if i said those magic words,
Would I subject myself to your pity?
Don't give me your pity.
I only want you to love me.
My past is my burden.
Not a reason for tainted love.

The Catalark
Climb aboard sapphire wings
And we shall travel to where the Catalark sings.
Hear their familiar tunes from when we met:
- Dreams and past lives,
- Bleeding tears and sleepless nights.
Recall the time when the Catalark swam
And all our memories together began.
Watch as the Catalark sails through the sky
And misting water as it dives.
Kiss my lips
And fade too deep;
Into the clouds,
And into sleep.
Taste the frost of the Catalark's breath
As it sings about life after death.
Touch the sun
And lick the sky,
Don't look back
Or wonder why.
Caress my face one last time
As the Catalark's clock ticks away nine.


5:29 AM