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Starting this year, I will start saving and setting aside money for a travel fund of sorts. One day when I'm richer--or I dunno, luckier, maybe--I'll make it a point to visit these places . These are the... shall we say, hot spots off the top of my head at the moment. More to come, though. :P

See, I will reserve a month of my whole life to make the pilgrimage.

2. MACHU PICCHU, PERU
Trekking, anyone?

3. MALE, MALDIVES
It's that little spot of land in the ocean. Perfect getaway.

4. THE GREAT WALL, NORTH CHINA
Oh, come on. Need I say anything more? ;P

5. KYOTO, JAPAN
Let's just say I was such an anime lover as a kid, and consequently that meant I loved everything about Japan. I'd like to see the sakuras and the temples, please. :)

6. CHEONGSAN-DO, SOUTH KOREA
So minus the pianist and the piano (although I wouldn't mind seeing him), I want to frolic in that field of yellow flowers. It's so pretty. Hahaha.

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I was this close to shutting this blog down and concentrating on my LJ instead, since I'm more active over there than here in blogger. But my posts here, though few, were really some of my most meaningful ones, even if they were given to us to do for class. So, I chose to keep it and let it live. It's here to stay, even if I won't be here to update as often as I do over at LJ. :D

Since I intend to keep this blog a little more meaningful than my senseless one, I shall answer one of those really weird, getting-to-know-you Query questions. For tonight:

Describe your dream home.
Let's just say it'd be a villa, somewhere near the waters of the Mediterranean, where everything's just a train ride away and I have a field of flowers that I could have my children play in every afternoon.

Anyway, among other things... approximately two more weeks. Can't wait. Bonjour, Paris. Yahooooooooooo!

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DEFINITELY While You Were Sleeping. 'A story about love at second sight.' It is without a doubt the best romantic comedy for me, and I don't really get why it's so unappreciated today.

I was probably eight or nine years old when I first watched this film, and I absolutely adored it. It was funny, and romantic - not in the way that most romantic comedies are done today. I always had a thing for the 'second guy' in a drama or a movie, and that was what Bill Pullman was in this film - the secondary guy, Jack, who eventually fell in love with his unconscious brother's "pretend" fiance, Lucy (Sandra Bullock), and who finally got her in the end.

Truthfully, I'm a bit of a sucker for romantic movies - be it The Notebook, A Walk to Remember, or You've Got Mail, I love them all, but this one just stands out. It was so simple. The storyline was probably something anyone could have come up with, but I loved it anyway, probably for its lack of complexity or for the fact that I could watch this movie anytime, and it would still make me smile.

The story was wholesome, too, especially because it featured such a tight-knit and happy family; they were so tangible as characters, and while watching the movie, I felt as if I really did know them as real people. Usually, we don't see the family of the characters involved in the love story, but this was different. Jack's family was probably part of the huge bulk that made this story so good - heck, probably one of the best parts of this film was when Jack proposed with the rest of his family (his grandmother included) cheering him on behind him. And Lucy? Any girl would probably be able to relate to her: she was the average girl leading this routine life who luckily found her fairytale ending with the guy she fell in love with.

So yeah. While You Were Sleeping is simple and touching in its own little ways. I love all the characters, from Lucy the lonely girl working at the train station, to the nurse who mistook her as the fiance of a patient in a coma. After every time that I watch this movie, I find myself wrapped up in a bubble of warmth and I swear I always love it a bit more. For me, it's the ultimate classic. :)

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It's my last day on earth today. Did you know? To whomever will find this letter, I'm saying farewell.

I hardly think that this is the end; I'd like to think of it as another chapter of my life, one which I must write on my own. I'm leaving the earth after today--and for all we know, that could mean either death or, if you're silly like me, departure for a new planet in which human beings can live.

...Scared? Me? No. Maybe. It hasn't sunken in properly yet. I haven't written any personal letters to anyone, and you might just be wondering why. All I have with me now is one sheet of paper that'll allow me to write to only ONE person. It's particularly sucky, considering the fact that I'm already leaving and obviously not coming back, but all the world gives me right at this moment is one effing sheet of paper to write on, when I should be left with a whole pad. Ah, life--even in my last hours, it still remains unfair.

I should be writing my goodbye notes to everyone I've known and loved, but here I am, writing to no one in particular--to you, an anonymous person who might be thinking now that I'm rather weird for doing so. I suppose it's just because it'll be sad once I start doing that; maybe I'll start crying and mourning for what could have been, and I don't want that to happen, not when I'm about to go. So I'll leave you with my thoughts, maybe? Things I've realized? Memories that you weren't even in? Lessons learned? (And you never know, maybe I will end up crying anyway.)

I'm grateful for my life. I'm glad of the things that came and happened to me, and I'm thankful for the people I've met and who've made everything more beautiful. True, things weren't always great, but that's what you expect from life--you live it. You hate it. You love it. You learn from it. And in the end, you thank it because of the countless things it's given you. And I'm thanking it now, because deny it as I can, I'm pretty sure I've loved every fraction of everything I've experienced the whole time I've lived.

I had seventeen years. I took what time I had for granted, and I didn't drastically change the world like I said to myself I would. I was supposed to contribute something great to it, but no--sadly, I didn't win a Nobel prize. I didn't have a groundbreaking discovery that would forever change the course of history. No, I didn't become the world's second Gandhi or Mother Teresa II. I didn't find the cure for cancer, or become the Time's [Wo]Man of the Century. But I had seventeen years. I had that time to be someone to a person and change that person's life for the better (or worse, but I'm not hoping for that); I hope I made someone breathe easier. I hope I helped, even in the tiniest bit, in someone's problems, and made him or her laugh, or forget whatever it was that was troubling him or her in the first place. I hope I was a good enough daughter to my parents, a good enough sister to my brother, a good enough friend to every person I've known, a good enough classmate to everyone I went to school with, and a good enough student to every teacher who taught me. I hope that, when I go, there'll be someone to remember me. Probably not as some overachiever or a supergenius, but just as who I was in life. And this is when I wonder about how my funeral will go. How many lives have I touched? How many will cry because I'm gone? How many will be proud that they knew me?

I wish I could stay a bit longer. I only have a day left on earth, and let's face it: time won't delay for me to get everything I want to do to be accomplished. I wish I could have gone traveling around the world already; that would have rocked. I wish I could have gone bungee-jumping. I wish I could have fallen in love (but this would have stretched for so long anyway, since Mr. Right could be somewhere in Monte Carlo, or possibly somewhere within my vicinity, only I don't know him yet and it would take forever for us to meet). I wish I could have won the lottery. I wish I spent my life being more outgoing and daring. I wish I met the Harry Potter cast and visited the Lord of the Rings set in New Zealand. I wish I could have shown my friends and my family how much I appreciated and loved each and every one of them. I wish I could have written my Pulitzer Prize-winning novel. I wish I could have been more selfless. I wish I was more patient and mellow. IwishIwishIwishIwish - but it's obviously too late now. Could you do these things for me then? Surely you won't pass up love and travel. :) Just don't take Mario from me. I know I'll be dead and all starting tomorrow, but hands off! (Of course, if you're a guy... then go ahead and fall in love with anyone you want. If she happens to be any friend of mine, don't you DARE hurt her!)

Because you read this, you are cursed to a life of misery. Have this read by one hundred people in one hour and you might just be spared.

Haha. Kidding.

Advice then? I dunno, I'm only seventeen and what if the person who's reading this (and I mean YOU) turned out to be older than me? Bah, you've still got no choice but to finish this letter, I suppose.

Thank you for listening to me then.

Carpe diem? Seize the day. Seriously. That's because you'll never know when the plane to that extra-terrestrial planet's going to come, and all you're left with is a day on earth and a piece of paper for you to write one letter to just ONE person. Vita brevis! Life is too short, and it's only fair that you live it to the fullest. I hope you come to love the one life you have. I did, and I suppose I only realized it now when I was composing this letter. I've appreciated everything and everyone in it and I'm taking this chance to say that - you, on the other hand, can say you do every day for the rest of your life. And I think you should. And before I sound all cliche and sentimental like some Self-Help book or something, I think it's best I end this letter. And see, I didn't cry.

Thank you, person-who-picked-this-letter-up-and-found-the-time-to-read-it. We should have met. :P

Bye, world. I'll miss you.



Carla

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Eew. I sounded weird. But yeah. And OMG, mine turned out to be so long. OOPS. HAHA. Sorry to the person who's reading this now.

Oh, please let the next blog assignment be oh-so-light-and-not-sentimental. ;P

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