Posting this because I want to na.

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Draft
June 10, 2009
It all started the 1st of June this year; which makes the month, for me anyways, a mix of pelting rain and warming sunshine, physically or not. But if I want to be really anal about this, it all started last February. Or January. Last December may be. The April of 2007 more so; or November/December 2007.
Whatever the case, this is all about Japan. And I warn you, this would be looooong so. Yeah. *wink*
I never yearned for something so much more like this. Well, I always think I'm feeling this sort of passion everytime I like something really.. xD I remember being so much into Harry Potter(Still do, mind you.) that I wanted to fly to Britain right there and then. Of course money *is the root of all evil* proved to be the powerful bitch that it is; so obviously, I didn't. I can't.
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I applied for a one-year exchange studentship to Japan last year. And miserably failed. I felt as if my self-confidence, which was low to begin with, became non-existent just like that. I'm not entirely sure how I got through that depression. Arashi may be? Or, Arashi? Hahaha.
But I miraculously stood up again *because Arashi songs hypnotize me to, yeah? xD* and terrorized another office in school for exchange studentship applications. Come February, they finally managed to collect all the forms from the different universities in Japan available for application, making them available for ambitious students like me.
All that month, I was crying my eyes off for different, albeit related-to-all-these reasons. Because money *is still the root of all evil* still poses a major problem for this dream of mine to be fulfilled. I have bothered a friend for forever during these times, even if she's got her own problems to deal with (that are starting to be solved last June too, yeah? xD) Before March came, I managed to get a passport despite the unsureness of it all, and pass the forms to aforementioned school office in spite of not being complete *because money is evil like that;* all in the name of my love for Japan.
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Summer passed and with it, the required Linguistics field school in Nueva Vizcaya. That time, I got a call from the officer-in-charge of the office I applied to, asking me to go to the office as soon as I can for some forms. The hopeful me that I am, I thought she meant about my application. I do not call using my cellphone but I've got no choice because we are far from civilization and I've got enough load to burn and I just needed to find out just what was that call all for. Thing is, it was just for me to fill a survey form given by the EU. I was chosen *along with my Lingg groupmate, yay!, and still others, I presume* to answer it.
Because I am unperturbed like that, the day after I got home from Vizcaya, I went to school and faced the survey and got internally confused. Like, for serious. Because Europe has been my first love and still remains to be and I am just. Yeah. It was just a survey. But. Well, let me tell you that I fail when it comes to Australia okayyy. Major fail. Hahaha. I barraged aforementioned friend with all these again but she still had her own problems and we kind of got our hands full that time, nosebleeding and all. LOL.
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And then, June. The month when hearts unite, and when my heart bloomed and wilted, and got tired, and bloomed again (repeat to the nth power). What better off to inform me than on the 1st day of June, when else? xD It was after-lunch. I remember I was daydreaming, yet again, on things I'd do in Japan if ever I got accepted, when Arashi belted off
Everything suddenly. That's my call ringtone.

And I just felt the call will be all about this and I was right~!! And not, at least, not entirely, yet..
The officer-in-charge called to inform me that they've received my letter of acceptance, and other forms/papers, from the university-that-shall-not-be-named-for-now I applied to. Like, yeah. And because I'm pessimistic as always, I immediately asked if a JASSO (that would take care of the living expenses) notification came with it. She said no, and if I could go to the office immediately to get them? I controlled myself to no end and said I might come the next day.
I was thinking of still keeping it all to myself as everything still wasn't sure, but, how can you contain something big like THIS? I thought my heart would literally burst that time. I went downstairs and found my mother and announced everything to her and cried my eyes out. Of course our helper was there too; but I didn't really care. That night sure was the start of my Sleepless in June chronicles.
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The next day, my mum went with me to the office and I didn't care really. xD I got the papers, which includes my letter of acceptance that is a certificate in itself that I would so get framed someday, no matter what. Afterwards, we got to Chocolate Kiss where my mum bought us cake whilst I bask myself in the forms I needed to fill up by different dates.
It was a nightmare and a dream coming true, all at the same time. Holding that Homestay form was nightmare. Hahahaha. Putting it away released me from the immediate financial headache that it had caused. xD I placed all my hopes up for the dormitory application by then..
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Apparently, it was a wrong decision to let my mother know all about me being accepted and all. Because faster than I can memorize the lyrics of Ashita no Kioku, everyone knew about it. Like, EVERYONE. Of course I want everyone to rejoice with me, but when everything is sure already, yeah?
I e-mailed to no end after I got the forms. To no end. I let go of all my pride. Just like that. ='D Not that I'm regretting doing it. It's already been done anyways. So, whatever.
I wouldn't bore anyone with my housing problems and how I e-mailed a bigtime dean, and still others, because of them. But. Yeah. The things one do..
For now, as I finish typing this off, not everything's sure yet. And thus, the name of the university I applied to remains undisclosed..
.. until the next installment. Complete with visuals~!! Which will come sooner than you think.
xD
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Everything's kind of sure now.
