I want one of my own. My own personal totoro. He'll be my best friend and make me happy when I'm sad.
I want to be him. Let's go on an adventure. Tie ourselves to a couple birds and fly off into the sky. Happy and in love. singing...
EVERYBODY WAKE UP! ITS TIME TO GET DOWN!
New favorite movie. All thanks to the best. He's got me hooked. Not only to this movie but on him ;]
I feel like something is changing inside me. The moon has traded places with the sun. The sun has traded places with the moon. We are living in darkness during the day. We are living in light during the night. Am i growing up? Am I changing? I'm becoming the person I never wished to be. I'm losing the race because my mind has decided to change routes. I am running backwards now. I am running towards the start up line. The finish line is becoming only a mirage to my mind. Something so far away and unreal. It haunts me. Like ghosts with unfinished business. What business do I need to tend to, to get where I want to be. I'm pushing everyone away. I need more time to myself. More time to draw. More time to think. I need it all. But I know I'll be back. I'm slowly starting to rotate towards the finish line. I'm starting to get my pace back up. It'll all be fine soon. I am now sitting here with a smile on my face. The breeze flowing through my hair. I smell of strawberries. The day has become one with me. Today is the day that I change back to who I am. The real me. No more holding back.
Welcome home Allyson.
In a hilly country, there once lived an old woman with two grandchildren, a boy and a girl. One day she went to a rich neighbour to lend a hand, in return for which she got a few millet pancakes. Thinking of her hungry children waiting for her, she hurried home, carrying the cakes on her head. Now there were a series of small hills between the rich man's house and hers. When she got over the first hill, she found a large tiger squatting in her way, who challenged her, saying, "Granny, what are you carrying on your head?"
"A few pancakes for my grandchildren."
"If you give me one of them, I won't harm you."
Thereupon the old woman gave a pancake away. When she hurried over the second hill, she was challenged by the same tiger who had cunningly come before her by another route, but whom the dim-eyed old woman took for another.
"What is it that you carry on your head?"
"A few pancakes for my grandchildren."
"If you give me one of them, I won't eat you."
So the second cake was gone. The same thing repeated itself till there was no cake left. Still another hill surmounted, the old woman again came upon the pitiless animal.
"Granny, what are those things that are dangling at your sides?"
"What have I got but my poor arms?"
"If you give me one of them, I won't eat you."
The poor old woman had to let the tiger have her right arm and soon her left one, too. At the foot of still another hill, the tiger asked, "Granny, what are those things that are moving alternately under you?"
"They are my poor legs. Your friends have taken everything else from me."
"Give me one of them, and I will spare your life."
"How can I go home with only one leg, O tiger?"
"You could by hopping."
The old woman allowed the beast to take her right leg. Over one more hill, the waiting beast again challenged her, "What is it that you are hopping with?" "My poor left leg," answered the woman. "Give it me," growled he, "or I will devour you." "O merciless tiger!" said the woman rather angrily this time, "how could you ask for the only leg left me? I would never reach home and see my dear children."
"Why, of course, you could do so by rolling." So saying, the tiger ate up her remaining leg. When she rolled over the last hill, the insatiable beast was already there. "Granny," he challenged, "what have you got to give me in return for sparing your life?" "Nothing whatever!" screeched the dying woman. Whereupon the tiger devoured what was left of her.
Now the tiger was too rapacious an animal to let the two children alone, who, he understood, were awaiting the return of the old woman. He disguised himself in his victim's clothes, and came to the cottage to ask for admittance. Remembering the words, however, their grandmother had said before her going about the dangers of tigers, the children prevented the door from opening by hanging on to the handle-string.
"Are you really our grandma? There's something strange about your voice."
"I have been drying barley all day and shouting birds away all the time has made me hoarse."
"Then, grandma, put in your hand that we may make sure. Why is it not so smooth as it used to be? And all covered with hair, too!"
"I felt cold and put on a pair of fur gloves."
The elder of the two children peeped out of a hole in the door, and saw who it really was that wanted to be let in. The frightened brother and sister slipped through the back door and climbed a tree that stood by a well. The tiger suspected their escape by reason of the silence, and broke through the door. Finding the room empty, he threw away his mask, and, howling his anger out, rummaged for the missing children. At length, he came to the well and noticed the reflection of the children in the water.
"What shall I use to draw you up, children, a bucket or a basket?" the tiger half asked himself bewildered. At this, the children up in the tree could not help going into peals of laughter. The tiger looked up and gave a triumphant howl.
"Children, how did you get up there so high?" asked he. "We did so," replied they, "after smearing the trunk of the tree with sesame oil we borrowed from our front neighbour." The tiger tried sesame oil, but it made it all the more slippery. He made up his mind to try and see what guile could do.
"You are really wonderful children," said the tiger flatteringly, "to have climbed the tree unaided. Tell me, sweet children, how you performed such a feat." This praise diverted the minds of the innocent children from their imminent peril, causing them to be thoughtless enough to make a fatal slip.
"We borrowed an axe from our back neighbour," said they, "and chopped into the trunk so as to afford easy footholds." The tiger, getting an axe, began to make notches on the tree trunk. The children saw at once what they had done to their own undoing. Stretching out their tiny hands toward Heaven, they began praying, "O Heavenly Lord, send help and save us two souls! Let down a strong chain, if you are pleased to save us, and send us a rotten straw rope, if you mean to forsake us." Presently a chain came down, to their joy, and took them up.
The cunning beast thought that he was sure to be forsaken by God, and likewise prayed. "Heavenly Lord, if you mean to help me, send me a rotten straw rope; if you want to forsake me, send me a chain." His prayer was also answered by the all-helpfull Lord, and accordingly a straw rope appeared, which snapped half way up. The tiger fell lifeless upon a millet field. Millet stalks pierced through his body and were stained by his blood, which accounts, it is held by some even to this day, for the scarlet spots on them.
When the children were taken to Heaven, they were summoned before the Heavenly Lord, whose solemn voice was heard to say, "No one in Heaven eats without working. You too shall also, therefore , be employed in honest labour. You brother shall shine by day, and you sister shall shine by night." The sister, however, pleaded for being made the sun herself, as she was sorely afraid of the night. So she was allowed to take her brother's place, but, as she hated being gazed at by idle people, while moving about in the daytime, she contrived to pour out such strong light as to dazzle their eyes.
-The origin of the sun and moon (Korean Folk Tale)
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