Sarang

Sarang is the Korean word for love.

Two days ago, I finally finished the last season of love in the Korean series Endless Love: Spring Waltz. I can no longer pick a favorite season after Autumn, Winter, Summer and Spring. Like real love, each series is beautiful in its own. The word beautiful is even an understatement. They're all different yet chincha yeppuda (really beautiful).

Autumn ended with a mark of tragedy. Winter ended with glint of hope. Summer ended with a beautiful assurance. Spring... well, spring ended with a mark of eternity. Love. Forgiveness. Hope.

As if the ending of Spring Waltz wasn't enough to make me feel in love, I found a video that has clips not found in the series. It's a video showing what happened after Spring Waltz ended; how the characters lived their life. In short, it's the epilogue of the epilogue.

Someday, I will waltz in spring.

Very Much In Love

www.yiruma.com

Yiruma must have been very much in love when he wrote his compositions. And he must love his wife so much. For years, Yiruma was so elusive online. I've been looking for his website but to no avail... that is until today. I clicked a link to his site and was almost disappointed that no Error Page greeted me! This is what greeted me and what would greet you when you visit his site: ......................

Apparently, the site is still under construction due to unorganized pages but still it's one of the most beautiful pages I've come across.

I dislike it when a smile tries to escape out of the corner of my mouth when there are people around me. But sometimes it can't be helped not to smile when you remember something tender and lovely as Spring Waltz. Or hear something beautiful like winds that chime. Or wordless music that makes you clutch your heart.

I've had so many things to blog for the past months but I never blogged them. There isn't really much time to babble online since there are already a lot to babble, I mean to talk, in real life. But that does not mean I don't like and would not blog anymore. Just saying.

This clip from the Joseph movie, in so many ways is a summary of the past months of my life. I hope you find it lovely and wonderful as I did.

Hot Air Balloon

A hot air balloon landed in the Metrobank parking area to fetch me. As soon as I climbed into it, the rainbow ball flew up into the air. Past the city skyline and the setting sun it carried me over oceans and continents. The night sky drew down its curtains of stars as we approached the Northern Americas. I was alone in the rainbow ball but was very happy. It felt so light in the air. I soon grew tired in ooh-ing and ahh-ing over the stars and the lights below me so I decided it's time to turn in.

As I breathed heavily in my sleep, the rainbow ball gently drifted over the warm Pacific. It visited some leviathan friends namely the blue whale. Of course I didn't see any of it. But I just know that for a while the rainbow balloon rested on the blue whale's back until that leviathan squirted water and shot us back to the sky.

Dawnbreak found me dozing in the hot air balloon at the front yard  of our house. I scrambled off the huge basket and shoved the rainbow ball to move and fly away. I gleefully waved as it drifted back to the sky meeting the vanishing stars and the milky morning sky.

I mentioned in my previous post that I've been conjuring wild thoughts of rest. Well, this post is about one.

Rest

Today's the first rest day I ever had from months that seemed years. I don't exactly know when was the last time I woke up past ten in the morning but today is the day after a very long time. And this is just so real. Not some wild thoughts of rest that I've conjured.

I've kinda forgotten for the past months how light it felt to wake up without a schedule. Everything just seemed so strange. I ate, cleaned some, slept, cleaned some, ate again and slept. I felt like I was in a different world. Maybe.

Firebird

Firebird is not a favorite character of mine but I like her anyway. It's probably because we are similar in some ways and I could relate to her character and her struggles. I found and have proven that we're both willful, proud and impatient. It's not a good example of character but primarily that's where we both struggle. Well, she at least in the fiction world and I, in the non-fiction world.

Willfulness, pride and impatience. This is going to be a lifelong war until it's time to come Home.