from a blank sheet to a world of imagination

Wanna know something? I think I have PERSONALITY DISORDER! Yeah, that's right. I ain't normal--but then again, if you read my story, you might've known about that. The disorders are [yes, there're more than one] Paranoid Disorder and Schizotypal Disorder. If you want to know what they are, just google 'em, it's not that hard. I didn't know this until I took Personality Disorder Test from kou_chann's journal. I didn't save the result but if you want, you can try and see what's your personality disorder yourself.

I know you probably want to say something like 'Don't believe stuff like that, they're not true blablabla' but the truth is...I think that test might be right. Last friday, I even shed little tears just because my friend cancelled on me and I didn't have a great time at school and everything. I was even being rude to my mom D: Damn this mood!

Well, anyway--personality disorders and mental breakdown aside--I stumbled upon ulilulelo's latest journal and decided to try to fill the meme as best I can. Even though her grammar was all messed up, the answers she provided are interesting ;)

( what more can i say,,,? )
NOTE: Please copy the topics below, erase my answers and put yours in their place, and then post it in your journal! Please elaborate on the questions that would benefit from elaboration. One-Word-Answers seldom help anyone out. (:

Okay, that's me....maaaan, my eyes burn! have fun with it. go crazy!

Hey, guys! I just posted yesterday, I know. But I mightn't find the time to post it next week. So I decided to post this now. Like I said up there, this is the last part of this story. The ending is unlike what I imagined so some parts might still be mysterious and weird; I apologise for that. I kinda like the ending, though.

P.S: the song totally inspired me

Well, enjoy!
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~XI~

( thank you for everything... )

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Okay then! That's the end of that story. Thank you so much for all those who follow this story all the way through. I know it mightn't be everyone's cup of tea, but thank you for hanging in there just to know the ending :D Special thanks to ulilulelo who always read this story and ask me for updates.

P.S: I am currently working on a new story that, I hope, will be less dark than this piece. Please do check it out if you have time!

NEXT:
||Neo-Terra||

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[All There Is To Wish]
[Light At The End of The Tunnel]
[The Day That Ends It All]
[A Smile So Wide]
[When You Thought It Was Over]
[Maybe It's Not Worth It]
[Where You Are, There I Will Be]
[Backstabbed Friend and Bruised Saviour]||

It has been a very looooong while since the last time I even touched this story. just so you know, it is actually already done but I might post it tomorrow or something, not all at once. I don't know if anybody still reads this but I don't really care.
Well, enjoy!
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~X~

‘Hey, can you call my cell now? I think I lost it.’

At the mention of your request, everyone in the room seemed to sneer at me and their faces seemed to say ‘oh, it’s your husband calling.’

‘I thought you said you don’t bring your cell to school,’ I teased.

‘Would you just call?’

I smiled a little and searched for my cell in my sling-back. My hand kept on going round and round and my face turned a bit pale from fear of losing my own cell. Thankfully, my hand finally brushed up against the sturdy figure of my cell. I took it out and started looking for your number in my phonebook.

‘You owe me for this,’ I threatened.

A ring was echoing throughout the room. Everyone could hear it. You emptied your bag with all the crap put inside it. I held my cell like a bored person, sighing a bit.

‘I think I can hear your cell from here,’ I said.

‘I know, where is it?’ you said, still searching for it.

I could see from the other part of the class that your bag was definitely full of junk you don’t even have to bring to school. Or maybe you have to but you could at least fold them nicely so that you know where everything was. Oh, brother, I silently whined.

Then you pulled out something that is kind of long and it made a sound. It was your cell phone. I quickly clicked the ‘disconnect’ button.

‘There it is,’ you said, relieved. ‘Thanks.’

‘You owe me,’ I said, grudgingly.

‘Isn’t my friendship enough?’ you teased—or at least I think you did.

I didn’t say anything but I just smiled. Then you went out of the classroom, to the bright sunny day, going straight home.

That was when I realized that, instead of anyone else, you asked me help you search for your cell phone.

oooohh PC  how i've missed you for so loooong~~ i  have been so swamped with tests and assignments and german lessons and cram schools and japanese lessons [well actually, japanese courses aren't that bad, they barely keep me busy] lately that i barely have enough time to go online or have access to my PC. that also means i haven't been CG-ing lately and i haven't continued my stories and EVERYTHING! man, i seriously need a break. but once i got a chance to actually relax, i feel i relax too much and start doing stuff again. dammit me! what is the matter with you?!!

anyway, everything's been really swamping me lately [even with my not going to my german courses for some time and cut my cram schools half a dozen times], especially since my birthday event [i refuse to call it a party since it makes me sound so.....rich-like, which i am not] coming up tomorrow and i got two weeks to think about it and it all went wrong and now i am on the verge of hopelessness. whoever wants to come, come...whoever doesn't, i don't give a damn.

being away from the PC for so long, i realize some things:

1. I am happier without being so sucked into my PC. When I used to use the PC so much, i always check how many people are online or what people are making online and everything. I get depressed easily by the small amount of people actually going online. I thought, 'what is wrong? how come no one's online?' and i felt lonely so easily. How stupid was that!
2. Without having to look at the list of people who are online, i don't feel lonely so easily. The assignments and lessons sure help, though. i am too busy to feel lonely or get upset or, well....get bored. i have way too many activities to sit back and be bored.
3. I feel, though, that maybe i am getting further and further away from art and everything and i am even more scared i forgot how to actually draw like one of my friends claimed. i don't want to forget. it's all i have, it's all i ever aim for. i know this is total exaggeration, but it's not.

sooo...........i don't have much else to say. i just wanna say to a certain friend of mine [not that he will actually read this] who indirectly shows that soccer is more important than his friend, i hope you're happy tomorrow when you decide not to go to my event coz the next time we meet, i might not know who you are anymore, just like you when you've forgotten all about me.

a tag i got from ulilulelo and filled out of boredom

This is the original Rules, *just copied this from her LJ*
1. If you're on my friends list, I want to know 35 things about you. I don't care if we never talk, or if we already know everything about each other. Short and sweet is fine.
2. Comment here with your answers and repost the questionnaire and answers on your own journal. Or yeah, post your answers here. Whichever one you want.

( Questions... )

taken from h0ushshsh's journal

YOU
1. Name: BV
2. Date of birth: 20 oct '92
3. Where you live: home~
4. What makes you happy: drawing, reading, hanging out
5. Currently listening/the last thing you listened to: Sagittarius - Suemitsu & The Suemith
6. Do you read my journal?: just when i open lj and feels like reading people's journal
7. If yes, what makes it especially good or bad?: it's creativity
8. An interesting fact about you: nobody knows my real gender
9. What do you love at the moment?: conference time on msn
10. Favourite place to spend time: my own room/cyber world
11. Favourite lyric: so i go and i will not be back here again
12. The best time of the year: the end of a school year

RECOMMEND
1. A film: Big Fish
2. A book: The Time Traveler's Wife
3. A band, a song, or album: Sticks and Stones - Aly & AJ
4. A manga/anime (or many if you wish): NG Life lol

PLUS
1. One thing you like about me: your art dumps
2. Two things you like about yourself: my similarity with mom and my uniqueness
3. Look at my friends-list and tell what you like about one of our mutual friends: hmm i don't know
4. Put this in your journal so that I can tell you what I like about you.

It wasn't as bad as I expected it to be--not out of hope but out of experience. When I look back, of course it will not be as beautiful as I remember it now. I mean, all we did was eat, look at books, and take pictures. Then the guys left and the girls went on their own trip. It was, however, absolutely nice to feel this way again. How long has it been since the last time all of us actually spent time together like this? I don't remember. Middle school, probably. It is highly refreshing to hear the same tone of laughter again. And I smile at the thought.

Maybe it is all in my head. Maybe it wasn't as fun as I think it is. I catch a few yawns here and there. I notice a few un-involved-ment--if there is such a thing--now and then. Maybe to them, this was no fun at all. Maybe to them, this isn't worth the while.

But I don't want to go to sleep and give in to the fact that tomorrow's another day.

Can't I cherish this memory forever in the way I wish it to be? Can't it be as beautiful as I see it?
Perhaps not. But don't tell me that.

That's why I didn't ask the yawner if he was bored. That's why I didn't ask the un-involved if she didn't enjoy it.
Please just let it stay sparkly forever in my mind.

I also want to ask God to let me live long enough to experience such a night once again. But next time, please let us spend more time together. Next time, please let us have a more beneficial time. I am selfish I know. I'm sorry that I am. But next time, I hope everyone will get involved and will enjoy the time we have.

We were friends, were we not? We used to laugh like this too, didn't we? Maybe even louder and in a more convinient place. But what's so wrong about being loud in a place where everybody else enjoys their time? We just laugh like they do. We just shout like they do. We just share our fun and joyfulness like they do. It's okay, isn't it?

I'm not the only thinking this, am I? I'm not the only one enjoying this, am I?

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[All There Is To Wish]
[Light At The End of The Tunnel]
[The Day That Ends It All]
[A Smile So Wide]
[When You Thought It Was Over]
[Maybe It's Not Worth It]
[Where You Are, There I Will Be]||

so, apparently i'm not in hiatus after all LOL. hmm somehow i can never be in hiatus from the PC. so i continued the story. there's a possibility of me editing this entry. just tell me if something's weird.
hope you like it!

P.S: does anyone notice my new userpic? i made it myself! xDD
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~IX~

‘I said, I’m sorry I stood you up,’ he said, running his fingers through his hair, clearly regretful. ‘I thought you weren’t gonna come, I thought it was cancelled. It’s not my fault that you didn’t bring your cell.’

‘Oh, so it’s my fault now?’ I asked, clearly irritated.

‘No, wait—what I’m trying to say is’—he took a deep breath—‘I’m sorry, okay? Please don’t make me feel guiltier than I already am. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.’

I wanted to pout, making a huge brick wall somewhere between us. I wanted to punch him or slap him, anything to make sure it marked something. But I wanted to do it all because I wanted people to know I was irritated when the truth was, I wasn’t. It didn’t matter to me that he forgot or thought we didn’t have to meet. Because in the end, a lot of hours of talking to him on the phone paid off for that.

I always wanted to see him shake. Because I wanted to believe that for one reason or another, he had a heart. That, at some point, he cares about something other than the guys or games or soccer. There are two things I knew could make him shake, could make him show me his heart. One, it was embarrassment—either by telling people who he secretly had a crush on or by spreading wrong impressions that make people tease us. Two, it was guilt—guilt of leaving me behind, guilt of letting me sit for hours in front of his uncle’s house when his uncle himself hadn’t been home for all the time I waited there.

And I can play both cards with this excuse.

I smiled. ‘Just kidding, buddy,’ I said. ‘It’s okay.’

He smiled back. I thought then and there that whatever fake brick wall I was making, I already took down. When, without me noticing, he was building a new brick wall on his own. Little by little, it stands tall between us.

 

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( see more of the bloody action... )

  

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||[Beating As One]
[What Nobody Knows]||

[art section]

 

'this message will automatically explode in 5 seconds'

.....and it does

just some tag stuff thingy ginacronise asked me to make and was stolen partly from ulilulelo although this isn't quite done. uploading it now just for the sake of updating [or for gina to be able to read it before she sleeps].

Dear Cynthia,

I don’t really know how to tell you this but I dislike you. I think I realized it when I quoted Santa outside of Chicago and I saw you ignore the crazy monk. I’m sure you’re man enough to understand that I did a sex-change. I’m returning your ring to you, but I’ll keep your photo as a memory. You should always know that I will always remember to ruin the second world war.

Your everlasting enemy,

BV

( what kinda letter do YOU make? )

 

( tag stuff no. 2 )well, that's it i guess. today's a pretty good day for me although nothing eventful happened today. my sister wasn't even online. I borrowed this poetry book by Rilke from my German Language-Institute's library today. I've never really read an English poem before [yes, it's been translated] so I gotta say that he/she's pretty good. I think Rilke's a woman since her name has the word Maria in it sooo...

anyway, I found out about Rilke from this comic called Gatcha Gacha and was curious ever since. Yeah, very classical stuff. Although some of it were simple, some others were gospel-like. Maybe I'll read more about her.

gotta sleep.
ciao~

alivegurl

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YAAAAY! MY STORY'S GETTING CRAPPIER AND CRAPPIIIIEEEEER~!! *shot*
I wrote the end of this story the other day but I have no will to continue it till then. So maybe I'll be in a hiatus, who knows.
Hope you like it!

P.S: is it just me or it always seems to start with a flashback?
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~VIII~

‘What is your relationship with him?’ asked a guy, holding out his hand and cupping it like a microphone.

‘What is this? Infotainment?’ I asked, laughing.

‘Just answer the question,’ said the guy, smiling and laughing—both the signs of pure joke.

I glanced at the boy he was referring to. ‘Oh, I don’t know,’ I said, shrugging. ‘I would say we’re friends but...who knows? Maybe you should just ask him.’

‘Well, I did but he said he won’t talk about his private life.’

I almost laughed at this statement. Yeah, he doesn’t talk about it, with anyone—even me. ‘Oh, I don’t know. We’re friends I guess but I won’t be too sure about it.’

It wasn’t as if I was saying it all without a single tread of knowledge of your presence somewhere near us. It was simply something I did to know if you would care, to know if you would share an opinion. Because honestly, I’d like to know the answer myself. But no, you didn’t come up to us to even try to say anything. You just sat there in your stupid seat, trying to look all cool as if anyone would care. I glanced at you, snorted lightly you barely heard it, then looked away.

The guy, oblivious to my responses and actions, looked at me again, all smiles. ‘All right then, change the question. You can answer this one: what do you think of him?’

I almost flinched. What do I think of you? Well, to be honest, plenty. I think you’re arrogant although mostly sweet. I think you’re annoying yet comfortable to be with. I think you’re a lousy friend but a good pal. I think you disappear easily but hard to miss. I think you’re my friend.

But I didn’t say all that. Instead, I said, ‘I think he’s a jerk.’

And at that moment—and only that moment—did I see you flinch.

( what more is there to remember... )

Yesterday I broke fast in my friend's house with my classmates. For once, everybody came. It was a lot of fun. My friend brought Wii and Life [this Monopoly-like game], and UNO block. I played with all three.

Played Wii for like twice for tennis [which I lost] and 4 times for boxing [which I won all the way, even with a guy].
Played Life and earned $ 2,070,000.00 [which I hoped could be turned into real money]
Played UNO block for like 3-4 times and lost once [what a thrilling game]

It was amazingly tremendously and incredibly fun. We eat. we laughed, we played, we talked, they [meaning my classmates, bcoz I didn't] took pictures, and we just held on to the night.

I feel so sorry for those who go home early since they didn't get to experience the fun of the late night activities. We sat outside on the terrace and lay there as if we were watching the stars [when the truth is, we weren't]. Some of my friends smoked so we just sat their and joined them [by just SITTING not SMOKING]. Then we took pictures and some things happen and we laughed and we ended up talking about school and how we think it's....well, I don't need to tell you about it.

For once, I really felt like we lived in the same house and we shouldn't go home at all. It felt so much more fun than last year bcoz in a year, a lot has changed and things seem to be a lot more interesting now. Oh, how nice!
It's just not fair that things always get real great when it's almost our time to part and say goodbye. Sure some of us might go to the same college or the same country. But it doesn't mean we could still be with each other again and everything.
These last 3 years was nice. Honestly, I wouldn't say it was the best three years of my life bcoz I had a better one year in the past. But that one year seems to have faded, like I fear these last 3 years will.

Anywaaay, I had a dream last night. This dream involved my classmates and the ending made me sad.
For once, it ended perfectly, not cut off.
( The dream that was born... )

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||[A Meaningful Beginning]

[All There Is To Wish]
[Light At The End of The Tunnel]
[The Day That Ends It All]
[A Smile So Wide]
[When You Thought It Was Over]||

I almost forgot to post this week's update coz of my history homework. Thanks to ulilulelo , I remember. Then again, she's my one-and-only loyal reader. Okay, I'm not paying attention to what I'm posting here since I don't remember much. But hope you like it!
Enjoy!

*goes back to homework*
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~VII~

SLAP!

It echoed sound and clear all over the room, causing everyone to turn toward them. A position that people expected no less of: the boy’s head turned toward a direction parallel to the girl’s hand, a red mark on his milk-coloured cheek, a shocked look on the boy’s face, and a cold expression on the girl’s face. Everybody winced, thinking that must’ve hurt.

The girl smiled a little, still a cold look on her face. ‘Now I’m satisfied.’ When the truth is, she wasn’t.

The boy rubbed his hit cheek, feeling the heat of the red mark. He winced a little, it definitely hurt. ‘What the hell did you do that for?’

But the girl didn’t answer, instead she went out of the classroom, without intenting to, dragging a few girls with her. ‘Why did you that? That’s one hell of a slap too at that.’

The girl waved her friend away as if her question wasn’t important at all. ‘I have my reasons,’ she said.

‘Which is what? I’ve been asking for a week and you never told me anything.’

The girl turned to her friend, her eyes sharper. ‘Look, it’s not important...well, it kinda is, for me—I mean, why else would I do it—but it doesn’t have anything to do with you, okay?’

Her friends looked at one another. Shrugging, they all walk back to class together.

Even though the girl had hit the boy’s cheek real hard and everybody else winced at the sight, it took the boy more than 24 hours to realize that the girl was clearly furious at him. It took him more than one whole day to actually go online like they always did—leaving the girl waiting for him to do it for weeks, irritated in the process.

‘I’m getting the feeling that you’re angry with me these days,’ the boy typed.

‘Really? What makes you think that?’ the girl asked, sarcastically.

‘Well, you’ve been ignoring me lately and two days ago you slapped my cheek, something’s definitely up.’

The girl rolled her eyes. Thank you, Capt. Obvious. ‘Oh, you noticed? I thought it’s just me. Oh, no, wait...the whole class knows!’

‘Well, you know I’m not sensitive like that, if you don’t tell me, I’ll never know. So if you give me the quiet-treatment again, I will only think that you simply don’t wanna talk and be totally fine with that.’

The girl got even more furious by this. How dare he tell her what to do when he clearly made her filled with rage, she simply couldn’t believe this. She didn’t type anything though. But she didn’t need to, her friend was typing.

‘Oh, soccer match’s on! Sorry, I’m off.’

The girl had had enough. She shut the chatroom closed, adding a new knowledge in her mind: next time she wouldn’t even bother being mad at him, it’s not worth it.

( find out what's not worth it... )

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Okay, this week's update! I hope more and more people are reading this although i doubt it so very much. Anyway, IMO, from this part on it starts to get real crappy. But i'd be happy if you think otherwise.

enjoy!

P,S: that big guy that's gonna appear has appeared before. if you know, i'll give you a prize.
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~VI~

The boy sits at the edge of his bed, holding his head in his hands with full frustration, stroking his hair over and over again, probably hoping he’ll go bald. He pauses, looking right down at the floor. The voice of his dear friend echoing in his mind: a peace offering. She offered to be his friend, forever. But he looks down at the floor with a thought swimming through his mind: how many times has he said such words himself? To be friends with her forever. And look where it had taken them both.

But he knew he would never give it back, he knew he would never trade it for anything, he knew he wants it.

A heart. How hard can it be? You just have to find one, beating somewhere.

The boy grabs his gun at the top of the drawer next to his bed, weighing the weapon in his hand as if considering whether or not it’s a good enough weapon to be used—when the truth is, he’s been using it all this time. His mind wanders somewhere, somewhere there might be a lead to his dear friend’s beating heart.

His mind stops dead on its track when he remembers something—someone. A woman. A mysterious woman who appeared on the day of her funeral. God, it felt like a lifetime has passed since then—but he remembers her, that woman. She was mysterious indeed. Even though he might be awfully suspicious that this woman has something to do with the disappearance of his friend’s heart, it is not as if he knows where to find her. He bangs the drawer real hard with rage written all over his face. He feels useless now, hopeless to find this woman who might have anything to do with his friend in any ways at all.

He raises his head, remembering something the woman has said when they first met—the only time they did. She said something about answering his question in time. How she came to know his dear friend.

He stands up, putting his gun to its holster, wrapped around his belt. Then he moves to the door, grabbing—his coat which is hanged behind the door—and opening the door at the same time. He walks outside briskly, shrugging into his coat while taking his keys and walks out of his house, hoping to run into the woman somehow.

( find out how crappy it might be... )

I feel like sharing this with you guys [for those who actually care anyway] since I don't know if any of you have ever seen the image of the characters on my Forever series yet.

so here's a few doodles I made based on the series.
enjoy! :D

NOTE: CLICK ON THE IMAGE FOR FULL-VIEW



a little doodle i made while listening to Speak For Myself by Aly & AJ
the song rocks and it feels right somehow



their lives before they're ruined.
i like drawing them in casual clothing and school uniform <33

well, the rest you can see in my scrapbook gallery.
hope you like 'em! ;)

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Here you go! This week's update! I'm not sure how many people ACTUALLY read this story. I only know ulilulelo [who never fails to comment at every entry and i thank you SO MUCH!]. Now I become less and less confident about this story. I suspect my friend who suggested to publish this story never even read it right. Oh well.

Enjoy!

P.S: if the bridge-card symbols appear, that means i move on to the next page on MS word.
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~V~

It is a big room, although almost vacant. In it, there is now only about three people standing, waiting for another one to join in. The room only consists of three tables. Two tables for food and drinks on the side and one table for hostages to be strapped on—like the girl. A woman walks into the room with the click clack of her pumps echoing inside the room, making all the others look at the door with wide smiles, relieved she comes at last.

‘How is it?’ asks a shorter woman, who has been in the room before the other woman walks in, with a wine in her hand.

The taller woman smiles. ‘I don’t know yet, her funeral’s just started.’

A tall skeletal man looks up from his cup of tea. ‘So it hasn’t started yet?’

‘No, I believe not. I think we should wait a little bit longer.’

‘How long will that be?’ asks a shorter younger man.

The tall woman shrugs. ‘I think it will not be too long.’

‘I hope so,’ says the shorter woman, sipping her wine.

‘And what about her friend?’ asks the younger man.

‘He’ll be fine.’ The tall woman smiles, baring her white teeth. ‘It will all go according to plan.’

( see what REALLY happens... )

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Okaaay, so here's this week's update. i'm so glad a lot of people are reading this. although it's still the amount you can totally count with your fingers. i'm happy anyway.

My friend suggested for me to publish this story although i'm not too sure how. What do you guys think?
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~IV~

 

As soon as the nurse returns, the girl tells her that she feels much better already and that the bed has already been made. The nurse just nods in incomprehension. When the girl’s already out of the room, the nurse looks at her bed and smiles.

Today is a good day, she thinks. Nothing can ruin this day.

She skips here and there. She slides all the way down the stairs. She gallops across the fields. Everybody looks at her and giggles. They all call out to her and ask her what is going on. She only answers, ‘Today’s a good day.’

Oh, how her heart is broken the moment her friend tells her that he cannot go home with her. How her heart aches so badly she almost collapses. Her friend just runs his fingers through his hair, as if it can ever make things better, as if it can actually lessen his friend’s pain. The girl knows it might not be his choice. It might not be what he wants to happen. It is not as if he doesn’t want to be her friend anymore. Why else would he have told her otherwise if he wishes so?

‘Look, I’m sorry,’ he starts. ‘All of a sudden, Father told me to go in this’—he lowers his voice—‘mission. He said this is rather important and I am not to miss it at all, since I am the one to do the most important task of all.’ He runs his fingers through his hair again. ‘I know I might not be able to make it up to you this time or any time at all. I cannot promise you anything for I have promised enough and none of them comes true. But you can always tell me when you have free time and we can go somewhere together, maybe. I’ll tell my father that this is more important.’ He smiles.

The girl’s heart aches at his every word but she doesn’t know what’s going to happen if she just gives in to the pain, so she smiles. ‘You don’t have to worry about it,’ she says. ‘You don’t have to worry about me.’

‘But—‘

The girl stands at the front door of the school, looking back at her friend. With the shining sun as the background, carefully covering her tears, she smiles at her friend, almost laughing. Even so, her friend can tell she is not happy, he can see the hidden tears. ‘Today is a good day, dear friend.’

Then she leaves.

( see what happens to them afterward... )

 

hmm i have nothing better to do right now and it's not until next week that i can upload more stories [not as if A WHOLE LOT OF PEOPLE are reading, but whatever] so i decide to just blab about my German Course [which btw i LUUUUURVE so muuuch~!]

so yeah, basic knowledge about my German course: i study at Goethe-Institut Jakarta every Monday and Wednesday at 3.30 PM-6.00 PM on the A1 level [which is the very basic]

( LESEN BITTE... )

MAN! I JUST CAN'T WAIT TO GO BACK!

okay, sorry for the spam, but i just can't help it. there's really not much else i want to talk about but i wanna talk.

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This week's update of the Forever series. This time I think it's kind of sweet. But well, i don't really remember LOL.
Enjoy! ;)

P.S: is it just me or the song matches?

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~III~

I have seen this light before. I remember how blinding it can be. I remember the hollowness of this room. There might just be me and that woman I have not learned the name of. But…why am I here again? Why did they catch me then just to let me go and capture me again? I don’t understand. I should ask someone.

There is a fuss outside, all around her. There seems to be a lot of people, talking all at once. They seem not to pay attention to her at the moment. The girl reaches out her hand, hoping she will catch someone’s arm or shirt or anything.

‘Um…hel—hello,’ she says, with all her might since her throat feels drier than the Sahara desert.

The crowd seems to grow even louder, talking to each other as if she weren’t there, as if her own presence there was by her own choice. She tries opening her eyes, catching a glimpse of the blinding light, closes them again. She tries turning her head to one side—as not to open her eyes to the blinding light once again.

‘Hello…’

Nobody seems to hear her.

‘I need to ask…any of you something.’

Somebody laughs and a group of people join in.

‘Please tell me…where…I am.’

When the girl almost loses all her hopes, a voice so soft shouts. ‘Ah! Look, she is conscious now. We should all greet her.’

‘Where…am I?’ the girl repeats.

‘Don’t you remember this place, darling? I sure do, though.’

‘I thought…so.’

‘Oh, you sound like a frog in a dry season. Someone, get her a glass of water. Non-poisoned.’

The girl grimaces at this statement. ‘You never…cease to…amaze me.’

The woman laughs. ‘Neither do you, my child.’

A young man approaches the girl with a glass filled with sparkling water. The girl tries to get up. The young man helps her drink the water. When the whole glass has gone empty, the girl clears her throat. She feels rather fresh. Fresher than ever before, perhaps even.

‘Thank you,’ she says to the young man and the woman. ‘I feel better now.’

‘Of course you do, sweetheart. That is the best water yet.’

The girl nods. She doesn’t really know what to say—or rather, what is safe to say. Even though the woman seems as safe as loving mother might be to her child, she holds so many mysteries with her words and actions, causing the girl to have no choice but to be cautious around her.

( see how the story goes on... )

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This week's update of the Forever series. Yeah, that's the name, in case you don't know it already. Hope you enjoy it! ;)

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~II~

‘Look! Look! It’s flapping its wings.’

They both leaned in expectantly.

‘Oh, look! It’s flying away!’

They both stood up and watched the butterfly fly away, into the clouds. They looked up and shaded their eyes with their palms. They beamed happily, thinking of how happy the butterfly might be. Then they laughed and fell to the bushy grass. They kept laughing still. But then it fell silent.

‘Look at us,’ the girl said, breaking the silence. ‘Out of topics already.’

The boy sat up. ‘Yeah, so?’

The girl turned her head toward him. ‘This won’t last, will it?’

The boy snorted. ‘What are you talking about? Of course it will.’

‘What makes you so sure?’

‘What makes you so sure?’

‘Well, for starters, we rarely talk to each other. Once we do, we run out of topics faster than a shooting star. We’re like strangers who force each other to be close.’

The boy lied down again. ‘All right then,’ he said. ‘What about we make a promise?’

The girl smiled. ‘What promise?’

‘We’ll always be friends, always, for all the time that is to come.’

‘Promise?’ The girl offered her pinky.

‘Careful there, a little farther and you would have put it inside my nose.’

The girl laughed. ‘That’s gross.’

‘Whose fault is that?’ The boy smiled.

‘No, seriously,’ the girl protested, holding out her pinky again. ‘Promise?’

The boy hooked it with his own pinky. ‘Promise.’

 

 

 

( see how the story continues.. )