Date:	2009-10-02 23:28
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	hopeful

A terrible thing has happened. I never thought something like this would happen to my home but it did!

We were caught unaware. It neither rained long nor hard but the water rose steadily. It crept steadily upon the steps and then underneath the door. We watched but could not do anything to stop it.

We tried to escape but the raging waters of the flood almost washed us away! I thought it was the end for me and my other Tare companion as the current separated us, but on our second try we were successful.

When we returned, we found my home covered with filthy mud. It smelled so bad. My heart sank to the bottom of my feet in despair. We almost lost everything.

So many homes destroyed. So much dirt and filth all around. It makes me think that the earth had just vomited what it could not keep down. So many lives were lost. So much confusion and sadness.

We haven't fully recovered from the disaster yet. Lots of places are still flooded and yet another storm is coming. We are not sure if we will survive this time. But life goes on. We are very hopeful that another healthy Tare will be born next year and along with others, they will continue to live.

Tare Paoshy and I are quite anxious but excited about the coming of this very special Tare. We will name him/her "Ketsana".

Because after the destruction, we will rebuild.

:)

Date:	2009-09-18 21:16
Subject:	a quiet place
Security:	Public
Mood:	happy

Hello, I have returned.

It is so quiet here. I can't see anything. I can't hear anything. I came back here because I am troubled and this is the only place where I feel safe. A simple world where all the good memories sleep soundly.

Thank you for creating this place Tare Aisu.

:)

Date:	2008-10-19 18:29
Subject:	good-bye
Security:	Public
Mood:	peaceful

Farewell world-of-tare...

*hugs*

- Tare-Kuni

    Human society works in a way that constantly appalls me. A human friend and I were together on the meadows, the tickling wind sweeping her worries away, she says, while she drew edgy circles on the top of my furry head with her fingers. I was on her lap and felt her breathing, and it wasn't the first time I rested onto someone, so I knew her breathing was quicker than normal. She had been with me as an escape, as though the grasslands were the only place she was safe.
    From what? I asked this to her. From work, from papers, from bills from things she bought to satisfy her initial mental abandonment of work and papers. She works and works every day to no end, and to her every minute of sleep she is regularly visited by the ghosts of failure and the condescending look of her peers.

Dear world_of_tare,

           I had a wonderful dream last night! I dreamt that I was back in elementary school. As I went into the classroom, I saw my classmates being rowdy while our teacher just lazily rested his head on the desk. I was puzzled, so I asked him "why are you not teaching?". He replied, "All the teachers refused to come to school today for some reason. All except me.". The moment he said this, all the children ran out to the doors and excitedly began playing on the grounds. I also ran out the door and up the stairs to the grounds when suddenly my path was blocked by a huge wall made out of cake! The cake was made out of mocha roll with butter icing, my favorite! I stuffed my mouth with cake and so did the other children and we began eating our way out to the playground. 

         After I have finished eating the cake, I suddenly felt lighter and I began to float. I then felt that I could control this floating motion so I tried hovering just above ground. Excited with my new ability, I proceeded to fly underneath the classroom buildings, as they were built with spaces between the floors and the grounds that they were built upon. As I was gliding, some children shot at me with paintball guns. They have never seen a gliding panda before! I sped up my gliding and grabbed some of the paintballs that they were shooting at me so that I could throw it back at them. However, since the balls were already squished in my hands, I was not able to throw them back effectively...

At this point I had awoken. How I wish I was able to finish the story of my dream.

{o) 

Date:	2008-06-12 02:00
Subject:	woe is me
Security:	Public
Mood:	sad

I am sad today. I am having doubts as to whether a world where everything one desires can be true. Another tare has made me sad because she has broken a promise once again. One tare panda's happiness is another one's misery. Perhaps we are meant to have our individual tare_worlds so that we can be happy... 

Can one be happy by oneself? 

Going home was unusually hard. I had to roll and roll and roll, because I could not pay for transportation! It was very tiring but okay. For some reason, I had the strength to travel while carrying my burdensome guitar and bag. Now I am back to my forest but I miss Tare Aisu already :o( 

Quote of the day:

"If you try to fail... and then succeeded, which one have you done?" - Jon Tickle, Brainiac.

Oh i always daydream about the places i visit with Tare Ice! My home is unlike Tare Ice's home. Where I live, bamboo is plentiful. The streams always overflow with cool water. Tare Ice's home is full of big rocks and stones, bamboo is scarce and the ground is dirty. 

However, it is a place i like to explore. There are so many things to see here and with Tare Ice by my side, even the dirty ground seems good enough to roll on! 

We will go exploring again soon enough!

-  Tare Kuni :o)

    Hello, Blog. I was sad, until it bade me a wave, acknowledging both itself and I.

    I had traveled and returned, only realizing my home has been destroyed. (Oh, how tiring it was to traverse the equivalent of ten human steps!) Atop these broken branches I laid, and it is as if I am one of these splinters of dismay. The sun had never been as searing as it were. There were no roofs to cover me, and there was nowhere close by to save myself; my fur was no longer black and white as it was black and dirt-brown!
    The bamboo thicket where I used to frolic was now gone. The few remaining trees are now dead and will never bear leaves again . . . and the river--it streams, it aches for consumption, and dreads getting blotched in mud in the upcoming rainfall. I saw another Tare. The Tare tried to roll but the ground was littered with the dry, sharp branches; the ground was not fit for rolling.
    And as I had rolled downhill in depression, at the foot of whence I came from popped a bud, ashaken. Fresh and green, a little startled at my sudden landing, but willing and ready to continually reach for the sky. Will this bud live or die. Seeing the dying trees all around, i would have discounted its chance. The future however, have brought stranger things and even greater contradictions. I looked and smiled at the bud . . . . All at once it said to me only one thing. For every death there is new birth, and I trust that in the decline of a tattered system will come--will always come--change that would be the result of the will of generations.

     Soon this forest cover will regain its vigor.


Tarepanda

In a distance, a humanly concert roars its power. Each low frequency wave rattles the soil. My longing for spring is shaken, and temporarily do I forget the approaching autumn.

Date:	2008-04-19 01:08
Subject:	Nothing lasts
Security:	Public
Mood:	contemplative

    Everyone knows that. I do too, but my love for--let's say--a particular season, makes me prefer spring more than the others. I would want it to last for my lifetime, but it doesn't. I delude myself to think that perhaps if I believe it would stay, it would. Then the signs would appear, like the shrinking of buds, finally the wilting of flowers. Their petals would simmer down to my chest as though to tap me awake. I lay underneath a following of crispy leaves burying me after a blow of wind, dreaming of a forever that can never be.
    I am but a participant, and to acknowledge all there is in existence is all I need to do. There is another spring in waiting. It will return expectedly--by then it would be longed so.

Date:	2008-03-29 02:59
Subject:	A Dot Among The Crowd
Security:	Public
Mood:	exanimate
Music:	The magic of lovely human Erykah Badu

    As I try to log in LJ, I see the featured blogs and realize how insignificant my occasional musings are. Posting my most sincere thoughts to only be browsed upon by bored people does not appeal to me, and in fact gives me the pain of a scorching asphalt road on midday. It is what my fur is for, perhaps, to keep to myself both the summer humidity and how I feel.
       Population growth makes me feel jealous somehow. The more the merrier, they say, but market crowds gobble grassy fields up, serving as fences for every roll. I feel I have to divide my worth among them, to those who seem to only glutton.
    I like humans--don't get me wrong. I'm sure most of not all of you readers are, if there were perusers. Humans just always seem to want more and more. More food, more material possession, more cyberspace. Will those intricately-composed MIDI's and text-based fan fiction remain buried under the hatchet of terabyte-large videos? What about the fine little details like the lids of lilies trickled by branches of vain, are they to be  washed over unnoticed?

    Overwhelming, but in the end, what would really matter regardless of size? Wouldn't it be the fact that they exist, and that they have been acknowledged?

    Oh my goodness! I am starstruck until now!

    There I was, out in the field. Yes, I was in an indoor basketball court, warming the benches up for the people to feel comfortable in after a game. Just then, as unlikely as the location may be, a frail-looking man in shaggy civilian clothing crossed the court as a lady screamed, "Thief! Thief!" in Filipino. Lights flashed wildly, the crowd made a bigger cheer than their whole participation throughout the game combined. Next thing I saw, a yellow blur crashed through the metal sheet roof which caused them to wobble and directly slice through the superhero's plastic on-screen armor, but he was miraculously without a scratch!
    And the whole audience screams, just like that. It was as if they paid their entrance tickets for this moment. Screaming was not my thing, and I was too busy admiring our visitor's mannequin-like face. With his bulky figure, he could support ten people for a seat on his whole body, and more if he were to lift them to the sky!
    With average human speed that is like lightning for me, he swooped majestically, making sure his cape wasn't left hanging onto splinters or vice versa. He first gave a chilling warning that made the crowd go ooh and ahh. "Give the purse back!" he commanded, but as villains always have enough guts or acceptance for a painful physical beating, his flimsy opponent firmly said "No." I bet the rest of us were thinking the same as I, "You're dead."
    Wham! Bam! Sok! Things almost slowed down, or was the man with the giant CB initials really taking it easy for him? I could see the audience's arms waving and rising at around the same human tempo as the moment the blue team's star player finally gave a slam dunk. The man was effortlessly taken to perhaps a police station where his months may be wastefully sanctioned. Captain Barbell must've thought he had the weight of a feather. And of course the applauds flooded in, the appraisal booming as thunder, and the excitement rattling my seat and my fatty tummy.

    He became my idol, just like that. Not that I prefer violence, but if I could hitchhike ten people or more on my tummy, I would love to wear a bright yellow suit and taint my cape to protect my passengers from mud or a sudden shower of pieces of steel by another ceiling-crashing alien.
    I wish he could take me away and we could visit the clouds in speeds I might faint with upon imagining. Unfortunately, one human shouted a "CUT!", the cameras came around, and everyone congratulating each other for good work. So it was scripted after all. My dreams indeed were cut and torn, scrolling away forever.
    But he will still be my idol. I shall be a superhero like I long to be, in my own little ways.


CT

Date:	2008-01-03 00:48
Subject:	Tummyache :'c
Security:	Public
Mood:	anxious
Music:	A lone harmonica from a distance

Oh, I got a tummyache now. I don't know how it gets to me; perhaps it's from my constant rolling. I'd like to think I'm not meant to exert too much effort, tee-hee. Perhaps I only exhausted myself. The new year has barely started yet I have been traveling on in search of people I could help and offer my tummy as their seat.
I don't think it's from the various people I lift, neither is it from my everyday rolling. Perhaps it's from how I feel in this place. It's cold here, literally and figuratively as I am fairly laid in snow at the moment, and I slightly fear the people are abusive of those who may least expect.
I want to keep holding on to my innocence, to a hope of mutual understanding amongst brothers and a socialistic perspective that will promote world peace and goodwill.

Why is there hatred and injustice? Wouldn't it be better if we all simply just trust each other, drop down our weapons, and work hand-in-hand knowing that true happiness is a continuously-growing phenomena caused by doing what is good for all? My tummy aches from all the evils of the world. No, I am not making up an excuse for whatever I may have eaten.

Oh, but all I can do is roll. :'c I cannot single-handedly purge the tension separating my kin from each other--it requires faith in unison.

My tummyache is gone, for now. If all is painful, I must only whisper the words "pro bono" and everything will be all right. Everything will be all right.

Tarepanda

Dear Diary,

    I am excited tonight! Tare-Kuni will come fetch me tomorrow after my classes. I ecstatically roll on the ground from all the Tare Energy! All I want is to cuddle with Tare Kuni. Happy I am when we roll together over the grass, and watch the stars together at night. To just lie down and experience Life together with Tare Kuni is the epitome of being a tare panda.

<3
Tare Ice

Hello again world! we're back after being gone for such a long time! we missed all of you!

Love,
Tare Aisu & Tare Kuni <3

Date:	2005-07-01 00:28
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	enraged

Dear Diary,

I’m tired. I want to go back to my home country. I want to feel loved by my own countrymen and just belong somewhere.

Why are Filipino Tare like this? Why do they hurt the ones that are not like them? Does it make them feel better about themselves, just because they do not have the long, sleepy-looking eyes I have? Because I do not think the way they do?

Why did Grand Mom and Grand Dad come here in the first place? They believed it is easy to live in the Philippines. Life back in China was hard, they said; they never get what they work hard for.

I am having a hard time, though. Why did they have to put me up in a school full of dark-furred Tare so unlike me? There are a lot of Chinese schools – I could’ve studied in one of them. But no, they knew the last Chinese school I had studied in no longer wanted to accept me, and they didn’t want that to happen again!

So yes, it is my fault that I ended up in a Filipino school that equals the stink of a dumpster. But anyway, Filipinos stink. I didn’t use to be a racist when I first enrolled. Now I know that they’ll never accept me as a Filipino and never will. Now it’s embarrassing for me to recall ever thinking I am a Filipino-at-heart.

I hate Filipinos.

I hate the stinking Philippines.

There isn’t even bamboo here to chew.


Tare-Ice, Frustrated Student

Date:	2005-06-25 19:43
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	calm

Things you enjoy, even when no one around you wants to go out and play. What lowers your stress/blood pressure/anxiety level? Make a list, post it to your journal... and then tag 5 friends and ask them to post it to theirs.

- sleeping
- munching bamboo
- sleeping
- rolling
- munching bamboo
- sleeping
- interacting with other Tare Panda
- rolling with other Tare Panda
- observing
- enjoying Life
- sleeping
- last but not the least: writing on my LiveJournal!

I tag all my Tare friends!

Date:	2005-06-21 19:43
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	lonely

Dear Diary,

I hate my life!

People are so darn selfish. After playing with me after a while, they always just forget about me. I haven’t seen my human friend for some time. I think he has already thrown what we have had together.

No one wants a big and dull stuffed toy with monochromatic colors.

People are so superficial. They always look for the cutest and the prettiest. If a new toy comes and it looks better, they all play with them instead. They cannot see that it is all about the love for each other that counts.

Is this all that I should do? Is this all they need from me?

Nothing more that I do will ever impress them and try to let them remember me again. New ones always arrive to keep them busy, and they are meant to be better than I.

There is nothing more to do.

I just wish the freshmen to understand this one day, at an earlier time. I do not want them to crawl deeper then cry in the darkness when it is too late.

Tare-Bil Bil, Stuffed Doll