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Posted in Writings with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 2, 2013 by nursemihoko

We think about tomorrow when today hasn’t even finished yet. We plan our future like we’re sure we will have one; we don’t live day by day. Yes, we might stand up everyday and fall onto our bed after school/work, but we never really stop to notice what is around us. We live like life is something regular, but it isn’t  Too often we forget how fragile it is; how we can die any minute.What if I wake up tomorrow and I forget to even notice how lucky I am? People die in their sleep sometimes. I walk downstairs and I could have fallen to my death there. I eat my bread with no worries on how I could choke and, yes, maybe die. I will run to catch my bus. It will be a regular day; which means I will survive. Once surviving is no longer regular everyday, you have to start fighting for every tomorrow. What I’m trying to say is that you can die everyday; maybe of a heart attack, or get hit by a car, or maybe about a thousand other possibilities. Humans die every second. Who gives you the assurance you’re not one of them today? Tomorrow? Next week? I don’t want you to wake up everyday and be happy and enjoy the day, because we can’t. I don’t try and tell you to appreciate it more, and to tell yourself this everyday. I want you to stop sometimes, and look at what is around you, and be thankful for your existence. We want to wake up and enjoy the day like it’s our last, but we’re only humans. We forget. You could try to remind yourself, but that will only work for a few days. Maybe writing it on a piece of paper and sticking it on your wall will remind you more often. Tattoo it, then you could remember it for a few months; but, with time we forget. It gets usual. You don’t look at that paper on your wall the same. You don’t notice it anymore. You don’t read your tattoo anymore because it became only black ink on your wrists. No, we can’t appreciate our existence everyday, but we can sometimes stop and look around. Inhale the atmosphere because we never know if we are inhaling it for the last time. My biggest fear is that one day I will be laying on the ground bleeding, knowing I’m going to die. I will die with thousands of words that should have been said, with hugs that I gave daily, but now the unattainable wish of just having one more hug; no longer possible because that person isn’t here and you’re going to be away forever. I don’t want to die full of regrets, with things running in my head of what I should have done differently; where I just would have been a bit less stubborn, or how I’ve never told the boy how I really felt, or maybe how I will miss the summer light that filters through the leaves of the trees. The simplest things will become the most precious ones. We will, and that makes life so precious… never knowing when your journey ends. All we can do is stopsometimes and inhale what is around us, and hope we learn to appreciate it enough


Memories of the paper-stars and seashells

Posted in Photos with tags , , , , , , , , on February 28, 2013 by nursemihoko



Memories of the paper-stars and seashells. I have always been a sentimental person since high school. I have these seashells for almost 9 yrs now. I wrote something to each of them every time there’s a special memory about the day. Paper-stars were given during my 18th birthday by my close friend. Every time I am so sad and down, I just get one star and wish to it.. 🙂 Life is a long way journey so you should never skip any important things in your life.. Build memories, never stop wishing and dreaming. You should enjoy the ride. 🙂

Life in the Making

Posted in POETRY with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on January 8, 2013 by nursemihoko

Better days are coming,

Sun is brightly shining.

Tomorrow’s a new beginning,

For a wonderful life in the making.

Be brave in the journey,

Pilgrims in the paradise today.

Just keep the faith to see,

That He’s there with you, yesterday and today.

Be like a balloon,

Let go hatred so you’ll reach the top.

Fly, fly and fly up above the sky.

The Pilgrims Journey

Posted in POETRY with tags , , , , , , , on October 29, 2012 by nursemihoko




Riding on a train, never know where I’ve been;
Train that so long, strangers all along.
So many routes, I don’t know what this all about;
Lost my way out, fears will burst out.

Hiding this sorrow for the sake of my tomorrow,
A life that is like an arrow, it teaches me how to grow.
I wish a simple journey, for me to arrive safely,
But God has great plans for me, so I will let it be.