Yesterday, I made it a point to post here in my blog. But the intentions on why differ from yesterday to today. If I had been given a chance to post earlier, it would be about our trip yesterday and the little encounter my family had at the Our Lady Of Manaoag Church.

But, after reading a wonderous fanfiction written by one of the most amazing writers one could ever find, I've decided to write this post in commemoration of the most loved Jung Yoona a.k.a. shooting star of soompi.com forums.

I did not know her writings. Nor was I given a chance to meet this extraordinary person. And just when one has thought that life couldn't get worse, one finds out that he/she has missed an opportunity to meet someone as light and cheerful as her.

I am not being a hyporcrite for saying such things about her even if I did not personally know her. Her writings and the messages left by the people who knew her was enough for me to get a glimpse of how much of a great person she was.

Many times when I encounter such times like this, I often wonder to myself, why are those people who's lives have been limited, more cheerful and optimistic compared to those blessed with long lives and perfect health.

Did you guys know? I posted my newest fan fiction on Soompi.com forums today, hoping that people would like it and appreciate how hard I've worked for it. But after reading her fan fiction, "Her Name Was Han Sarang" I suddenly felt as if my writing was a miniscule spec of dust in comparison to her great work. I felt so little while reading every single page of it, slowly witnessing her greatness through the words of her loved ones and friends. Her courageousness to write about her life, her hardships, sufferings and little thoughts took more than what I could ever give in a story I am writing.

As I read the story, I could not help but feel teary-eyed, but it was not because of what you think. My tears, they were for me, I felt so left out, to not even have the slightest chance to meet and at least have a quick chat with her. Those readers who were able to praise her for her wondorous works when she was still alive were so lucky beyond all words.

I'm guilty as charged. I admit that I am jealous. Jealous because Yoona was able to bring out her real feelings and write so beautifully despite her condition. While I am neither capable nor do I have the courage to write about something so delicate. But that jealousy does not end there. I admit, that I am jealous of the many good qualities she had. I am nothing like her. She is pure, happy and strong. Rest assured that my jealousy is not a bad thing. Yoona has now inspired me to be a better writer, and a better friend. Her radiance shine with the little notes she has left for the readers who's supporting her with her last story.

May Yoona live forever in the person of Han Sarang. Rest in peace. I dedicate the song "Insa" to her.

Fly away Yoona-sshi...

I do not know what lies ahead for the departed...

I do not know whether you are able to see this or not...

I do not know if there is a better place...

But, what I do know is that, if we could've met, we would've been friends...

So fly away...

Let your bright personality and wondorous thoughts remain with us...

forever.