hihi. sorry people. i don't think i'll be posting for the next few weeks because
PROMOS are haunting me.
it's in 2 weeks time! *hyperventilate*
Why do you push me away
All I want to do is to help
I'm not lying when I say I'll be there forever
And forever is no where near us
I want to do whatever I can
To make the sun shine again
To make every day brighter
And better than the last
But you only let me so close
I used to know everything
I'd help you no matter what
And now you seem to need it the most
Yet I don't know how to help
I don't know what’s wrong
I feel as though I'm failing
And not being a true friend
Even though I swear
I'll still be there to the end
Please tell me what's going on
All I want to do is help
It pains me to see you sad
some people are going through difficult phases in life. be it the all-so-scary promos or merely relationships with friends/family/etc. sometimes when i read about how people's life are screwed, i realized that the problems i'm facing are like 'peanuts' compared to theirs. it makes you re-think your life. you are actually very fortunuate yet you are complaining, lamenting about how life sucks. you have great friends around you. friends that you can talk to when you are down. yet sometimes you take it for granted. or simply you think that their company is nothing. what you want in life is good grades. period.
btw, i think this can make good lyrics for a ballad song
do u guys get it? lol. abit obscene. but just for laughs
By Ichikawa Miako
[Beginning in the 1980s, Japan began repatriating thousands of Japanese who remained in China, many of them adopted by Chinese families, six decades ago when Japan was defeated and hundreds of thousands of farmer settlers were abandoned by fleeing Japanese soldiers. This is the story of one survivor. Japan Focus]
Harada Ikuko is haunted by the day she was marked for death. It was August 1945, and she was among a group of 200 Japanese in northeastern China fleeing the advancing Russian army.
The women, children and elderly Japanese found themselves in a vast field of buckwheat in Heilongjiang province. They were exhausted, having been on the run for five days.
At dawn, the leader of the Japanese group pulled out his gun and announced, "We'll never make it back to Japan."He called for a mass suicide.Harada was 12. Her father had gone off to fight in the war.
Children were lined up and sat in groups of 10. Gunshots rang out, each shot followed by a child toppling backward with a thud.
Harada braced herself for her turn. But ammunition had run out. The leader took out his sword.
The sword plunged into the girl's mother, skewering her baby brother who was held in her arms.She averted her eyes when the sword came down, cutting into her neck.
That day, the girl lost her grandfather to the Russian army; her mother, her brother and her sister were killed by fellow Japanese.
Her story does not end there.
A 32-year-old Chinese man found Harada, covered in blood and unconscious.
He nursed her back to health, and the two eventually married.
Sixty summers later, the woman, now a widow, lives in Japan. She hopes to return one day to that buckwheat field to lay flowers at the place where the two first met.
"Some people say it's a fairy tale. Something that couldn't have happened during those times, when the world was all hatred and poverty. Why did he decide to take me home? I think it was because he had such a gentle heart," said Harada, 72, of her husband.
Harada now lives in Kita-Kyushu, in a public housing estate. She spends a lot of time thinking about her husband, He Haishan, who died in August 2004. She still carries the 20-centimeter scar at the back of her neck.Harada was nearly dead when He Haishan found her. He carried her for 40 minutes along a mountain trail to his home. His siblings and other villagers told him to get rid of her, to dump her body. They said if he helped a Japanese, he would be killed.
"But my husband just told them, `I'll be killed then, so what?' He never budged," Harada said.
Harada was bedridden for two years. The man washed her neck wound morning and night with local spirits and salt water.
"He was the only one in the world I could trust," said Harada.
She made a full recovery, and when she turned 16, she was told she was free to go anywhere she liked, or if she wanted, to get married. Harada recalls the tears that welled up in her eyes. Her vision blurred. She told the man standing in front of her, "No. I want to stay with you, all my life."
The Cultural Revolution of 1966-1976 made their life difficult. The man with a Japanese wife was shunned by his friends and colleagues. Their eight children were bullied by teachers, taunted by classmates. The children came home bruised and scratched.
Harada's husband told the children they didn't have to go to school, that it wasn't worth it. He continued to work in his fields, never complaining. In 1983, Harada returned to Japan with her youngest daughter under a program to repatriate war-displaced Japanese. Two years later, her husband followed with their other children.
"It's wonderful that we can all live together now," He said at the time. However, once the children could speak Japanese and left home, he began to spend most of his time inside the house.
He would often reminisce about his home, the old buckwheat field, his siblings back in China. He died last year. This year, on June 19, Harada's 40 descendants, children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, brought over a huge cake to celebrate her 72nd birthday.
Her 15-year-old great-grandchild plays baseball. He went to the rainbowuoka Tournament of the Senior High School Baseball Championship that opened July 9.
"They have all turned out quite well," Harada said. Still, she has a recurring dream. She is working side by side with her husband out in the buckwheat fields. When she awakens, she can't stop her tears from flowing.
With the status of a war-displaced Japanese, Harada will lose her welfare privileges if she leaves the country. Nonetheless, Harada dreams of going to China this summer, to return to those fields in Heilongjiang.
http://japanfocus.org/article.asp?id=370
by BaBy6url209 i read it in a forum. i think this poem is really sad. everyone shd read. simple but it really touches one's heart
The night she died,
I will always remember,
A painful time,
In late December,
Christmas just passed,
And treated her well,
But the one thing she wanted,
She never did tell,
Gift after gift,
Unwrapping with hope,
But what she demanded,
Was not enveloped,
Tears began falling,
The family denied,
Mom and me downstairs,
While upstairs she cried,
A knock on her door,
Lost and unheard,
Mom waited for an answer,
And screamed, "So absurd!"
She left the door closed,
As her little girl tried,
To say as loud as she could,
I'm going to die!
But her mom never heard,
She didn't know to listen,
And as the little girl wept,
She saw the knife glisten,
The weapon of choice,
Lay still on the ground,
Right next to her body,
Where dead, she'd be found,
A little while later,
Dad knocked on the door,
Said, "Honey time for dinner,
We just got back from the store."
When there was no reply,
His heart skipped a beat,
He prayed to His God,
Said, "Don't take her from me",
His hands in a tremble,
As he unhatched the lock,
The door opened itself,
As he stood there in shock
,He rushed to her side,
And held her tight,
But her body was cold,
And he knew he was right,
He picked up the note,
That lay in her hand,
She began with "I'm sorry,
You'll never understand."
He unfolded the paper,
And swallowed his fears,
When he saw S.W.M.T,
"Sealed with my tears",
" Santa forgot me,
He denied my one wish,
When I sat on his lap,
I asked him for this,
I was unhappy,
And I wanted a box,
That I could shed my tears in,
And seal it with locks,
So I could escape my pain,
And put it away,
Until the next time it hurt,
And use it that day,
But each thing I opened,
It was never found,
I looked everywhere,
It was a package not bound,
I didn't know what to do,
So I used that knife,
And I pushed it so deep,
That it took my life,
I loved you guys deeply,
More than words describe,
But darkness took over,
I was no longer alive,
I'll miss you all so much,
And I'll look down from up above,
Signed, Your only daughter,
With all of my love."
He walked back downstairs,
Holding her goodbye,
He looked up at God with tears,
Trembling, Thinking, she was only 9
*cries* don't you think you can visualize the whole scene. she did a fabulous job.