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Today, my dog came back to me after two weeks of absence. They delivered her in a purple bag...

Sat, 10 Mar 2012 21:05:19 -0500

Today, my dog came back to me after two weeks of absence.

They delivered her in a purple bag carrying a tiny black urn-

So small, so cute…like how we first met while she was two months and I was seven.

Seventeen years laid to rest underground; buried in my heart.

I held her and I cried.

They say things out of sight stay out of mind.

I pretend to forget sometimes. Pretend I have no feelings.

But life comes and goes…the ones in my heart have always stayed there.

They could never leave, could never go.

I can’t stop caring; don’t know how to erase what is important to me-

I can’t stop my aching heart.

I can only walk forward with my memories.

I hope she’s happy wherever she is now.

Let’s meet again someday soon<3.

I’ve been using the bus a lot during my travels. On them, I see all kinds of people. One night...

Thu, 08 Mar 2012 02:11:18 -0500

I’ve been using the bus a lot during my travels.

On them, I see all kinds of people.

One night I was standing behind a very old lady.

I overheard her telling her husband how worried she is, that there won’t be any seats left and they would have to stand.

Looking at the particularly long queue before us, I was a bit worried for her too.

When we all finally came on the bus though, I was surprised to find that there were so many young people standing- and almost a dozen seats still left empty.

The bus rode off fully packed.

The elderly, pregnant women, and little children were all sitting.

Healthy youths and adults were all standing.

Dangling on one of the hand-holds, I felt very warm inside.

I do often meet a nice person here and there.

But on that night I had ridden with an entire bus-full of them.

——-

…..>: And then I develop a new sneaky habit of bus-surfing when I feel strong enough for it~<3

*likes holding on to the black hand holds while the bus moves, and struggle to not fall*

When I look outside each time the bus turns or accelerates…I feel like I’m sliding on wheels or a skateboard.

It’s easier to breathe in a packed bus when I stand, too.

Hello tumblr. Long time no see. Do you remember me? This is Furu is Furu Kei is K. Furu...

Mon, 05 Mar 2012 12:04:33 -0500

Hello tumblr.

Long time no see.

Do you remember me?

This is Furu is Furu Kei is K. Furu (…depending on where I am online).

I’ve received a new name a few weeks ago though.

It came as a small joke, when someone asked me what name I would choose for myself- and also what I would like to be. (Names make up a person after all).

I replied (half-serious), with- I want to be Happy.

And then it kind of stuck.

I think I kind of like it that way though?

And suddenly I have it in my mind that I want to do a few posts on this tumblr, and spend a bit of time with my online friends-

^-^ As “Happy” as I can be before going to Furu-land<3.

——-

So ah…what’s new recently?

I’ve developed a new guilty habit…that a few times every week as I go out to buy food, I would stop by a different coin machine.

The toy balls inside cost about $0.50 each. They’re meant to impress very small children.

Somehow…they never fail to amaze me though.

^-^ I mean…you never know what color or type of ball you’d get.

You just take a leap of faith and hope you’d get a good (>_>…blue or yellow) one.

And then, whichever one you end up with…

It’s yours just the same and suddenly that color looks very pretty<33.

>: You get to play with it~

The amazing thing about balls is…they always come back to you.

Throw it up, bounce it down…throw it to a wall-

It simply comes back.

There’s a certain loyalty to it.

Seeing it bounce- I feel like it’s telling me to believe that the people I love would come back for me one day too.

Fifty cents to buy hope.

^-^ Quite cheap, ne?

(…Until my boss lady gets annoyed that we’ve been bouncing balls around the office.

Hmm. *gave her one too*)