^_^ It's been a while since I've been here, but for anyone who happens to read this..

I'm doing well..mostly ^_^'' im in college now, as a bio major..^^ my roommate Stan(Shuang) is from China, and we along great! He's the best roommate anyone could ask for! Oh and get this, he's like 6 ft!! Tallest fellow asian i know xD but hey, im short i guess.
I've looked at a lot of my friends, and brothers and sisters' profiles etc, looks like some things are the same, many things different XD. Heh, stan's playing chinese love songs again, soothing ^_^.
I wonder if Akamaru..(one of my sisters) still loves tea...^^ hm...i wonder alot about alot of pple here. A lot of my life was on here ._.
Moving into college, im sure some of you know, maybe, --that it's so different. Within a few months, you get so responsible, and the freedom you might have imagined, IS there; it's just you find yourself using that time to figure out what you want to do haha. I'm a bio major, and its hard stuff...i mean, I was not always a fan of science. I prefer math, and writing, and history! But, to go with my famiy's wishes, as well as the deep wishes of my own...I guess I'll stick with it.
Haha, oh and living in a dorm can get crazy sometimes. On this part of campus, the dorms aren't arranged or built like..."buildings" they look like houses...kinda...with each one holding about 50 to 200 people depending on size. My dorm is named Sierra. ^_^ we have like 8 suites, each suite holding about 8 or so people. I happen to have a room with a roommate, while some have a single. Haha, imagine trying to sleep sometimes, when people in the suite are playing songs like "you spin me round round baby" all night DX. I get used to it though, and at least my roommate is awesome. We talk all the time about his home in China, and about his friends, who he misses a lot of course. He's always talking to them online at night haha, since it would be daytime in China around late night here.
Walking on a big campus, seeing so many people, and so many Asians XD i felt like i somehow made my way home. Though there is still a good mix of people on campus ^_^. I also attend a required class for my dorm, and it teaches us about Social Justice. Not everyone takes it seriously, but most of us do or try to.
To escape it all, I usually take a walk outside around 11 at night. I wander around the other dorm buildings, cool night air. I have an awesome spot where there is a bench, and its pretty quiet. Next to the street lamp is the bench i sit on to see the stars. I get surprised that I can see them, being in such a place that gets so social and bright at night. They're beautiful, the stars. Listening to the taps of my slippers on the ground as I look up is part of my pleasant night. Haha, on rare occasion when a person or two pass by, sometimes I'd pretend im waiting for someone from another dorm...just in case they think im lonely or something. I don't think I am. Am i?
Going to bed those nights, are usually great since i'm pretty tired.
A bridge connects our dorm villages to the main campus. I like to stay in the middle of it, in the early mornings, and watch the road below it, see my shadow, small, but i can tell its me. It's nice when fog covers the bridge...when i walk in it I like to think that Zabusa or Haku would be there XD hahaha jk. But yeah, sometimes i call it, "my great naruto bridge." ^_^"'

Enough about me.

What about you? ^_^

Chidori Ookami ちどり
~Jey~

My Formal Farewell

J o~o~O~o~o J
My thought are with you All.
To those I have spoke to often,
and to those who I perhaps failed to keep
in touch with.
I’ll never forget the things you’ve done for me.
J o~o~O~o~o J

I’ve learned a lot of things...
Though I know the internet
is far from reality at times...
I still feel that I’ve managed to form
friendships and develop emotions,
that I will never forget.
I have met so many people
I’ve met not just them,
but their lives, their personalities,
and each one different from the other.
I cannot be sure if all of whom I met were honest of
the lives they claimed to live,..but
I don’t mind that possibility..because
I’ve learned from them just the same..whoever they may be.
I’ve been with people who I have helped,
and those..though I tried..could not.
...My heart ached when your heart ached,
I shed a tear for every one that you let fall.
When you smiled, ..I smiled with you
I became your reflection when you were happy,
your clown when you were sad...
I was your shoulder to lean on,...to cry on.
I saw you grow up...change...smile...laugh..
I’m so happy that I was able to see
awesome things, and hear awesome stories.
I know there are those who want to be
Doctors, Pediatricians, Writers, Actors, Actresses,
Fashion leaders, Servicemen and women...
So many things, and so many ways
to make a difference.
I wanted to tell everyone,
and you know who you are..
To Take Care and follow those dreams
that I urged you to follow ^_^
I might not be here to pick up a chin,
or give an assuring pat on the back..
But after meeting so many awesome people ,
I’m positive that they will do the same in my place.
Also, I hope that to those, my friends..
That you all becomes strong, ..
I know many of you Have become stronger
and many of you are putting up Awesome fights.
Don’t give up..ever.
No one’s perfect, not You and not I.
We can try our best to do what’s right,
and respect those we meet.
We’ll make mistakes and we’ll
Learn from them; become..
Stronger.
mm, in this way, our Imperfection can
Be another person’s
Inspiration.
I’m not sure if I have any enemies out there..
But if I do..I’m sorry that I couldn’t
make you think better of me..
But I would like even any enemies out there
to listen to the things I’ve said. ^_^
Minna-san
I’m not leaving because im tired...
I’m not leaving because of emotions..
I’m not leaving because of pressure..
I’m leaving, because..
Things are Changing..
Beginning..and Ending.
And I can feel something is coming
I think it’s good...
Maybe something really big...and is..
I guess, what I’ve been preparing for.
I will not be able to come here so often..and
most likely..I wont be able to come at all..
But, ..its alright..for those of you who hate to see me go..
You just might see that little yellow face light up again..
And then you’ll know I’ve come to check on
how awesome my friends are, and what
differences have been made, in lives I’ve learned about.

J ~o~o~o~O~o~o~o~ J

I’m sure there are those reading this that
may have no idea who I am, and perhaps might be reading
this on accident.
There are those reading this who did know me
and perhaps..will Miss Me..and others..Perhaps not so much..
However, ..To All of you:
Take the words I’ve shared and
maybe take something from it for yourself.
Don’t ignore them...Apply them..
Share it with someone, or keep them as reminders..
I’ve mentioned this to a few people,
and if I haven’t said this to everyone, let me say it here:
~o~O~o~
Life Is An Adventure, and We
Just have to Live It.
A new chapter starts at different times, for each
of our lives.
We have the ups and the downs
we have the smooth slopes and steep hills.
We want to give up, and we sometimes do.
But We can’t finish, if we give up...so
Get up and begin again, because I’ve found
that Living the Adventure is worth every drop of sweat,
every drop of blood, and ever tear that falls.
Don’t give up.

~o~o~O~o~o~o~O~o~o~o~O~o~o~

I hope I Have given something
useful in these words..
^_^ I hope my Formal Farewell
hasn’t made you bored...
All this time,
These Words
These Ideas;
They’re all the things I ever wanted to say,
all the things I ever wanted to
Encourage.

~o~o~O~o~o~o~O~o~o~o~O~o~o~

Please, Take care Everyone.
- God Bless -

~ Chidori Ookami ~ ちどり

o~(Je)rem(y)~o

Arrival: July 11, 2007
Departure: May 26, 2008

Sitting at a quiet desk in the service building, the student once again went through his notes. His eyes followed every line and illustration, though his mind of course did not always take in the information. There were too many things on his mind, and he soon found himself in deeper thoughts again. He thumbed his paper and for no particular reason had a look of grimace in his eyes. Resting his head on one of his hands, the student again began to try and review his notes. It wasn’t long before his eyes would shift suddenly to his sides as to peer through the window. Outside was just as plain as any other morning. There was the early morning sun, but it did not stand out as much as it had to him on other days. As far as he could tell, the day was going to be rather normal and in a way, robotic. As early morning fatigue and boredom overtook him, the student got up and walked over to the window. He placed his thumb against the cool glass and lifted his thumb back off. Through the shine of the light, he could see his thumbprint. The student sighed and even gave a small shrug; as he turned to go back to a desk. No longer interested in reviewing notes, the student then simply began to slowly spin his pencil in his fingers; slowly, then a bit faster, then slow again. At one spin, his pencil made a small slight out of his hands and rolled on the desk. He caught it and gently, tiredly raised it back up again. This time, he put it away, back in his bag. Then, with sudden interest, the student decided to look to the window where he once saw a leaf fall, one in particular, that he even up until now, he could remember. He peered in front of him through another window, but only saw a tree; full of leaves yes, but nothing like the moment he had in the past. So the student opened his book, and to his surprise, he had forgotten: in his book was a dried leaf. The student exhaled slowly and for a moment stared at the old leaf. With a frustrated smile, he took it and dropped it into a waste basket. He then left the room. A moment later, he came back. It wasn’t like he had anywhere to go. The student sat down once again, and eyes averted to the waste basket.
The day went by and the student sat in his last class of the day. His professor then asked his class to name one thing that reminds us of who we are, how we live. The student’s eyes looked downwards then to one side; stealing a glance through the window. Doing so, the student then put one hand in his pocket and from it, took out a dried leaf. He looked at it plainly, then with a brief spark in his eye; he understood. The student’s name was then called on by the professor.
His eyes looked up, away from the leaf, and found the eyes of his peers and his professor on him.
The student spoke, and at his answer everyone nodded, including the professor. With a grin, the student put his leaf back in his pocket and turned his head to peer out the window again.

With the sun low and a blue orange sky, the student made his way across a grass plain. Reaching the center, he glances behind him to see the blades of grass all sway away from his direction. The hair on his head soon began to relax as the breeze let down. With a hidden grin, the student opened his book and took something out. He kneeled down on one knee and placed it on the grass. Noticing a car in the distance, parked and poised; the student stood up, looking down. Then with one slow, then sudden turn he walked away. So the student ended his day.

Perhaps the hardest thing we face in life, is the fact…well, actually, there is more than one reason. It’s hard to find out what makes each person’s life so difficult, or easy. Each person has their own problem(s). I suppose it’s easy to say that we don’t care about what’s happening around us, but the fact that we can identify what could be wrong; should prove that a part of every person cares, right?
There are days when one just gets tired of what’s happening around them, as if each and every day was almost exactly the same as the one before. Indeed it does feel like that for most of us; maybe not all the time for everyone, but for sure more often than we’d like. It’s kind of like living a…patterned life, which can go in an assortment of ways, but all usually leading to the same outcome. Um, it’s hard to explain I think what goes on in our minds when we think about this; maybe It’s just me or few that think about this sometimes. I dunno, I mean sometimes I find myself sitting on a bleacher wondering all sorts of things like that. There are days when we feel like we don’t have a care in the world, and that our day couldn’t get any better; and we don’t even want it to, just in case that would ruin the day for us.
So then, what Does make the Perfect Day? I think it’s got to be a bit different for everyone. I think for some people it’s getting that A in school, or maybe actually getting along with every person we meet at school. Still, there are hundreds of things that I think help make a day a “Perfect Day.” It kinda hurts my head to think about everything—cuz u know that these are the kind of things that we might think about for a few seconds but then forget them, and let alone write them down. I mean, here I am at school, probably the first soul to be in so early; and I’m typing what kinda seems like a journal or who knows what.
Maybe it’s just the fact that it’s so near to summer vacation that most of us get kind of restless; a little lazy, and sometime frustrated. In fact..I know that is also the time that I’m going to have to leave this place, Imeem. It kind of feels like leaving a home behind…if you know what I mean…But that’s a different thought, for a different day—nonetheless a thought I’ll probably have often from now on.
I think this thought all together has been stretched out far enough; I can barely even remember what I just talked about; isn’t that something? lol

Thoughtful As Always,
-J~ Chidori Ookami ~J-

The early morning sun was beginning to rise. He had gotten to school very early. As he made his way across the long dark parking lot, he quickly put his ands in his pockets. The air was cool; as of it were ice. He neglected to bring a jacket, knowing he would later regret it. The quiet street stood before him as he stood at the crosswalk. In just an hour or so, there would be much more fuss, with other students crossing the street, and the mechanized voice commanding safety across the street. For this student, it was quiet, just like the street and the air. He made his way to the school, hearing only the sounds of his own shoes tapping against the street. The student reached the other side, and besides just a slight clinking sound of his shoulder bag; it was still quiet. Hands in his pockets, he walked towards the service building. He noticed how some outside lights were still on; realizing that it was still pretty dark outside. He stopped at the glass door of the building. It was the place he went for studying. It was always a quiet place, more so than a library. Perhaps it was for that reason, that he liked it. He stood front of the glass door, one hand on its handle. For a moment, the student looked at his own dim reflection. There the student was; uniformed, calm, and seemingly indifferent. His left eye had been covered by his slightly hanging hair, so he nudged his head to one side, and as he saw his reflection, opened the door. The warmness of the building comforted him, and he made his way back to the quiet service room. The lights switched on, as he entered and he sat half sleepily in table. It was not but a few weeks, or days ago that he had been there and watched the leaves fall, and got lost in thoughts as he’d read his notes. Today, the student had less things on his mind. He rubbed his eyes and began to get things out of his bag; realizing after he had done so, that he didn’t even need anything out of his bag. The student gave a quiet laugh to himself and put his things away. It was morning, and the beginning of a week; his body was thinking faster than his mind. He simply sat there on the chair, and flipped through his notebook; doing nothing that seemed very productive at all. The student sat for a few minutes, and soon the sun began to rise. He smiled slightly and lowered his head as he sat back against his chair. The sun rose slowly, and its beams hit the student hair. He continued to sit and wait for the sun, as he looked towards his notebook. The sun’s light glossed his dark hair into an orange brown glow. The warmth seemed comforting to him, though he still felt quite tired. His thoughts were lost, as one of his peers came in to sit at a computer. They greeted each other quickly from a short distance. In just a few more minutes, another friend of his walked in and sat. They went over things that had happened in the weekend, and the student listened to his friend, and when appropriate, also made a few comments and shared a story or two. He didn’t know whether or not his friend would even care about the things he had done over the past few days, but he thought that it wouldn’t hurt to keep up the conversation anyway. The student and his friends ended up being occupied with some physics homework, and the student nodded patiently as his friend began to write down answers and equations. As the student watched his friend work out some equations, the student almost stopped him; and even wanted to ask why he was doing this. Not why was he working out the problems, but why he was putting so much effort…in…anything. In his heart, the student knew he was the exact same as his friend, more so even. But it was something he later concluded that was normal, and is just part of it all. He gave it no more thought. He sat for the last few minutes after his friend left. As the soft tone of the building bell sounded, the student slowly closed his notebook and left the building. He walked through the hall, and with his side vision, saw again the others he shared education with; his peers. Some sat along walls, some stood and talked, others smiled, some frowned. The student reached the door, and with a hand on the handle, thought for what seemed like a minute; but contained in a second. How would the day go? What was he supposed to expect? Was he supposed to expect anything at all? Maybe, just another day of getting work done, and going home. He lowered his head slightly, and then brought it up. With a veteran pull, both slow and quick, he opened the door, and entered the room. So the Student began his day.