"Wish you were here."

I've just happened to be lounging and staring blatantly at the tube, and all of a sudden I reach Oprah, of all shows, and they had this odd Valentines Day special (odd, because usually I don't watch Oprah neither do I usually get clicked onto segments about sappy romance and gooey-gooey-goo love stories). But something just grabbed my attention.

There was a story of a young African male, who had to run away from the atrocities of war in his hometown. He was alone, all his friends were killed, eaten, or turned slaves, he had no family with him, and all he had with him was a Bible and his own two feet. On his way to America, which was spared from war at that time, he met a special girl named Veronica whom he loved after first sight. A kind photographer took their photo just before he left and from that time on, the boy, Emmanuel, kept it with him for as long as he and Veronica were apart.

Now, six years later, holding onto the picture with all his heart, Emmanuel takes a plane to Canada and visits a friend who invited him to church.

And just when he steps into the church... there.

He sees her.

The love of his life.

Veronica.

It's just amazing how beautiful that love story is. It hits you everytime, even the first time you read it. To think that guy held onto someone who he has loved for such a long time, and even if she may not have remembered him, even if she did not think of him often, if the odds were even that she'd never see him or he would ever see her again, he still had faith. And his faith got him love.

And... it just makes my heart sink in. Sure, it may never happen for me, but... love and faith, fueling how you live for as long as you stay alive, leads you back to whom you love most, and gives you what you've been waiting for. Gerard Way may never love me, or I may never meet him, sure, but if I have faith and if I believe enough, maybe he may never be far. As long as I believe, I don't think he'll be so far.


Anyway, in miscellaneous news, yesterday my mom and I got new stuff for my room, such as these rad cabinets for me to finally get a place to put my comics and art tools and toys and CDs and letters and cheesy newspaper ads and stuff. I also am now owner of an old tripod my mom got from a Japanese friend of hers, and since no one was using it anymore, I have more equipment for my camera now. Huzzah.

A wedding anniversary is coming up for a family friend of ours, and my mom is carrying alot of weight onto her shoulders, helping out with planning the gowns and tuxedos, hiring people to cater and stuff, and even getting chauffers is weighing a ton on her. I'm helping out by drawing out a format on how the wedding should look like, the seating, the ceiling's drop-down elements, and also, I'm hired to take photos. Hm, ever heard of a thirteen-year old taking photos in the celebration of a 25-year long marriage? I better get paid.

American Idol has slightly buzzed me this week. I'm just glad that Adam got in the top 36 with "Believe," by Cher. CHER. Of all people to sing from! Haha, that guy's a genius. And Scott Macintyre... he didn't have exactly much a compelling voice like that of Daughtry, but he made "Home," his own song, and very impressive for a blind guy. His ability to play the piano, even with his handicapped disability, is extraordinary. Very impressive.

We say goodbye to Jamar this week. He's still got Danny to live on their friendship in the American Idol legacy they both carried.

AND I CANNOT BELIEVE TATIANA IS STILL THERE! What are the judges THINKING? They got Katrina Darrell (Bikini Girl, blegh) out, but that overly dramatic temptress is still there? The best day ever will definitely be if she's out of the competition for good.


On the bad side.
Today, the people at our church were going to have a headsmacking jam session today, and expectedly Mr. Special Somebody was there. No, Mr. Special Somebody was not the bad thing... the bad thing was that I was not there. No matter how much I wish I were, or how I wish I could be, I couldn't.

Oh well. I guess that's the bad luck on Friday the thirteenth. Though Valentines day the fourteenth conjures more bad luck in my opinion.

Nonetheless, have an awesome Friday the thirteenth, and get your helmets and rockets on for Valentines Day--the lucky ones'll need it.

I won't.