Imouto-san

I have a friend whom I've always regarded as my younger sister. Although we're not blood-related in the biological sense, I must say that we share a certain bond that surpasses that of any earthly ties.
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Sensible and affable in nature (though at times she may throw a little tantrum, perhaps just to gain her goshujin's attention, ha-ha!), for the most part she's quite an engaging person who's not afraid to speak her mind (you can read her like an open book).

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But what I really like about her is the tenderness that underlies her cheerful personality. How tender can her heart be? Well, her friends described her as a leaky tap (but at least she's not a toilet flush, so that's a consoling thought), and I really got to see it first hand close up (heh-heh). If you don't believe me, just watch a touching movie (preferrably Hachiko's Story) with her and you'll know what I mean. Maybe that's one reason why her goshujin loves and dotes on her so much...

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Anyway, for all these years I know her, she sure has grown quite a bit (not only in stature, but also in character). Most of the time she looks up to me as neesan (an elder brother, not to be confused with a japanese car brand) and sensei (teacher); but she's beginning to learn to show concern for me as someone who's just as frail as anybody else. And I gladly let her, knowing it is part of her maturing process.

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What I want to say in this article is: there's so much to share of one's life to another, if you'll allow yourself the opportunity, whether to care or be cared for. In the process, both the giver and the receiver will grow in depth of character and appreciation for this 'thing' we call 'friend'. It's really not complicated to begin with; you just need to open up and simply reach out and care (or even love).

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Right, imouto-san? (Hope I don't get you teary eyes again... gomen gomen ne)

The Thing About Me...

I'm a person who thinks a lot (though not as much as I used to in the past; maybe as one grows older, the grey matters starts to slow down... well, not sure if that's true either).

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I'm also a person who loves to write (personal letters, usually; but nowadays I hardly touch the pen, er I mean keyboard, except for work-related matters; maybe the people I know, most of them that is, do not like to write letters or feel that it's a chore). Or maybe I'm an oddball who's still living in the bygone days; who else writes letters given the convenience of emails and SMSs? Well, that's also something to think about too. Hmm...

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When I started blogging last year, I thought it was a good idea to write what comes to mind, or whatever's happening to me. Somehow the novelty seems to be wearing off, and I'm beginning to find it kind of hard to write even a line. The funny thing is, when I chance upon some other people's blogs, and their articles so inspire or intrigue me, words just flow naturally.

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I don't know if I'll continue to blog or just call it a day. Should I decide to stop, I'll post a notice here so that you, my friends, will know. Meantime, feel free to pop in and leave a note or two, just so I may keep tabs of your well-being.

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And to those who have visited and left kind comments, I wish to say...

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o-ai dekite tanoshikatta desu. domo arigatou.