25. Trouble Lurking
How ironic life is. Sometimes, life seems cruel, or unfair, yet it’s inevitable.
“I hope it doesn’t rain.” Sometimes that really occurs, other times it rains. “I hope it rains today.” Sometimes, to the wisher’s disappointment, it doesn’t rain.
“I hope nothing goes wrong today,” you might say, but in the end, something goes VERY wrong. This might be the same for “I really hope something goes wrong today,” but at times life cheats and gives what you say. Hence the saying “Be careful what you wish for.”
So when you say, “What could possibly go wrong?” what will happen?
Sunday, October 24, 2010
100 Drabbles: 22. Mother Nature
22. Mother Nature
She hadn’t done much, in truth. In fact, the only thing she was the ‘mother’ to was planet Earth, and the universe. The rest, creation of man, for instance, just happened.
She asked her daughter, Earth. “How are you, child?”
“Oh, fine,” Earth answered. “A new kind seemed to have emerged… but nothing much otherwise.”
Years later, Mother Nature asked again. “The new kind is very inventive, and creating new things I’ve never dreamed of.”
Years later, she asked again. This time, Earth said, “I feel ill. The new kind is fighting against each other. I wish they would stop.”
She hadn’t done much, in truth. In fact, the only thing she was the ‘mother’ to was planet Earth, and the universe. The rest, creation of man, for instance, just happened.
She asked her daughter, Earth. “How are you, child?”
“Oh, fine,” Earth answered. “A new kind seemed to have emerged… but nothing much otherwise.”
Years later, Mother Nature asked again. “The new kind is very inventive, and creating new things I’ve never dreamed of.”
Years later, she asked again. This time, Earth said, “I feel ill. The new kind is fighting against each other. I wish they would stop.”
100 Drabbles: 21. Vacation
21. Vacation
“Thinking of going out this holiday,” he said proudly, packing his suitcase.
She nodded lazily on the couch, not looking. “Sure, sure. Where’re you going?”
“Abroad, perhaps.”
“Sure; but where’s your passport?”
Brief silence. Then; “…Um, I forgot where I left it. Plus I haven’t booked tickets yet.”
“No use then, is there?”
“No. I’ll go to the beach then. But…” he faltered. “…I think I lost my swimsuit.”
“No use then, either?”
“No; besides, I don’t think I can go anywhere; car’s in the repair shop.”
“…Then where are you going?”
He glared at her sourly. She merely smirked.
“Thinking of going out this holiday,” he said proudly, packing his suitcase.
She nodded lazily on the couch, not looking. “Sure, sure. Where’re you going?”
“Abroad, perhaps.”
“Sure; but where’s your passport?”
Brief silence. Then; “…Um, I forgot where I left it. Plus I haven’t booked tickets yet.”
“No use then, is there?”
“No. I’ll go to the beach then. But…” he faltered. “…I think I lost my swimsuit.”
“No use then, either?”
“No; besides, I don’t think I can go anywhere; car’s in the repair shop.”
“…Then where are you going?”
He glared at her sourly. She merely smirked.
100 Drabbles: 20. Fortitude
20. Fortitude
“I am not weak,” he growled, struggling to get up. “I won’t lose!”
“Hah! I like your fortitude, but I’m sorry to say that your efforts will be fruitless,” she cackled.
“You evil witch!” He finally pushed himself to his feet and drew his sword once more. “This time, you won’t get away!”
“Oh, really now? I heard the same thing dozens of times before; and they all fail! I always have the last laugh!”
“Let’s see about that. Let’s end this!” They let out battle-cries…
“Kids, time for supper!”
“Okay!” the children rushed in, “Save the fight for later!”
“I am not weak,” he growled, struggling to get up. “I won’t lose!”
“Hah! I like your fortitude, but I’m sorry to say that your efforts will be fruitless,” she cackled.
“You evil witch!” He finally pushed himself to his feet and drew his sword once more. “This time, you won’t get away!”
“Oh, really now? I heard the same thing dozens of times before; and they all fail! I always have the last laugh!”
“Let’s see about that. Let’s end this!” They let out battle-cries…
“Kids, time for supper!”
“Okay!” the children rushed in, “Save the fight for later!”
100 Drabbles: 18. Rainbow
18. Rainbow
He was usually grumpy, so it was no surprise how frustrated he seemed when he found it was raining and had no umbrella. She cheerily allowed him to share, despite his protests.
“You need to appreciate things more. Look, the rain’s stopping!” she pointed at the clearing skies. All he did was grunt.
The grey clouds shifted, and a ray of sun spilled onto the world once more. And following that was the unforgettable ribbon of varied colours.
“A rainbow!”
He thought it was childish, but he too couldn’t help but reminisce his childhood days.
In the end, he smiled.
He was usually grumpy, so it was no surprise how frustrated he seemed when he found it was raining and had no umbrella. She cheerily allowed him to share, despite his protests.
“You need to appreciate things more. Look, the rain’s stopping!” she pointed at the clearing skies. All he did was grunt.
The grey clouds shifted, and a ray of sun spilled onto the world once more. And following that was the unforgettable ribbon of varied colours.
“A rainbow!”
He thought it was childish, but he too couldn’t help but reminisce his childhood days.
In the end, he smiled.
100 Drabbles: 17. Blood
17. Blood
He shook his head. It wasn’t real; it all wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. It just…
Only that it was right there, in front of him, as plainly as anyone could see. She was dead. Her body was awkwardly splayed, eyes glazed, unseeing, and all digits frozen into unnatural figures.
And then there was blood. Blood everywhere. The whole room was splattered in the ominous shade of crimson, darkening slightly as they dried, and made him unsettled. Red was a provoking colour, but this somehow seemed different.
He tried to scream, but couldn’t. He was frozen to his spot.
He shook his head. It wasn’t real; it all wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. It just…
Only that it was right there, in front of him, as plainly as anyone could see. She was dead. Her body was awkwardly splayed, eyes glazed, unseeing, and all digits frozen into unnatural figures.
And then there was blood. Blood everywhere. The whole room was splattered in the ominous shade of crimson, darkening slightly as they dried, and made him unsettled. Red was a provoking colour, but this somehow seemed different.
He tried to scream, but couldn’t. He was frozen to his spot.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Prussia and British Accents rule. For me, anyway.
If you were offended by the title, I'm very very sorry. Really.
But it's just my opinion.
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Getting off track again.
On 11th October, last Monday, I Two weeks ago (as in the week before last week),
...Apologies, my sense of chronology is in shambles at the moment.
It all began on Friday, the first day of October, probably. The afternoon was, well, cloudy and cold, I guess (as it always is). It was just another Social Studies/Humanities/History class before Lunch time. I was enjoying my time watching a video about Absolute Monarchs, when the teacher uttered the unforgettable.
"We wouldn't discuss Central Europe and Prussia in class. Read up on that in your own time."
And I almost cried. I have been waiting for several months to learn about the awesome nation, and we weren't even going to go through it. I was despairing. After class, I asked the teacher, Mrs. R, if she really meant that, and if there was any other way I couldsave my beloved country(too dramatic) I meant, never mind...
She said I could be discussion leader on it if I really wanted to, and I immediately agreed. Even though I was stressed over Louis XIV's rise as a discussion leader* (first time), I couldn't let mydarling Prussia, and the golden opportunity pass. She said we would discuss more on the following Monday (which was also the day of the ACER tests. Urgh)
The next Monday (also the Monday two weeks ago), I recieved a note from her outlining what I should 'discuss' about, and we also had a talk about it. I was practically overjoyed, despite being slightly loaded with homework. She said if I wanted, I could work with a partner, and I agreed.
I almost solved my partner problem by joining up with friend/classmate J. Rather big mistake.
Not only could we not find time to meet up & research, she had no idea what the subject was either, though I may have told her about five times "It's about Central Europe. You read this section of the photocopy here. I'll do the part about Prussia, okay?" Plus she seemed to have no interest whatsoever.
So I was alone, slaving around my laptop during the weekend before my dramatic day (11 October). I almost lapsed into hate for Prussia.
And then that day, 11 October, Monday, came. Despite having only 1.5 practice sessions (the first one being partial, as I was halfway done through the PowerPoint when I practiced), I did a pretty awesome job. I barely stuttered, only stumbled occasionally at a forgotten word, and was enthusiastic about my work. Mrs. R gave me a 7 for my presentation* (YAY) I felt proud of my presentation, and thought I made der atle Fritz/Old Fritz proud.
The next day, my friends classmate F & A suddenly told me I spoke with a British accent during the whole presentation (especially when saying 'the Thirty Years' War'). It was pretty random, and it stunned me. I had been working hard on speaking with a British accent (I don't know; my English was neutral before, as in neither United Statian* or British, or Austrailian/etc) because I had a liking to the UK*, and the fact that it has now been installed in my brain so I don't have to be conscious when speaking was absolutely fabulous to me. I rejoiced.
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(Not So Good) Footnotes:
Discussion Leader* = Basically means making a presentation about a certain historical topic (e.g. The Spanish Armada). Usually you make an outline/notes (bullet-point style), and a PowerPoint. Oh, and visuals. You explain & talk about the topic. Mrs. R also usually adds points between slides, and as she is quite talkative she tends to go over some points for an extended period of time (several minutes)... which may make your originally planned time much longer than intended and rush over the last good details sloppily. But this can be avoided if you explain well.
...a 7 for my presentation* = Our school system follows the IB system. So all our grades are marked 1-7, seven being the highest. Somewhat like A-F system and % system, only IB has limited, easy to remember numbers. Just my opinion.
United Statian* = Someone on dA wrote an essay where she referred 'Americans' as 'United Statian', as technically everyone living in the Americas (both north & south) were 'Americans', and it was unfair to only refer US people as 'Americans' and not for Canadians, Mexicans, Argentinians, Chileans, etc. And I agreed to what she said; it is unfair. Though it is quite hard to say it.
...taken a liking to the UK* = Brother: You're not being entirely truthful, are you? Me: What may you mean? *innocent tone* Brother: ... Me: Oh FINE. Douche.
Back to the point: there actually is another reason why I gained a sudden interest in the UK. If I spew what happened since February, this post will never get done so I'll make it short. I fell in love with Hetalia: Axis Powers. You may find the implied hint and draw your own conclusions. One of my friends were British so I would've fallen in love one day anyways. ...Actually, remember when I said I thought I was an Anglophile now? Yea, relate to that too.
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...Probably the longest post I ever made :O
But it's just my opinion.
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Getting off track again.
...Apologies, my sense of chronology is in shambles at the moment.
It all began on Friday, the first day of October, probably. The afternoon was, well, cloudy and cold, I guess (as it always is). It was just another Social Studies/Humanities/History class before Lunch time. I was enjoying my time watching a video about Absolute Monarchs, when the teacher uttered the unforgettable.
"We wouldn't discuss Central Europe and Prussia in class. Read up on that in your own time."
And I almost cried. I have been waiting for several months to learn about the awesome nation, and we weren't even going to go through it. I was despairing. After class, I asked the teacher, Mrs. R, if she really meant that, and if there was any other way I could
She said I could be discussion leader on it if I really wanted to, and I immediately agreed. Even though I was stressed over Louis XIV's rise as a discussion leader* (first time), I couldn't let my
The next Monday (also the Monday two weeks ago), I recieved a note from her outlining what I should 'discuss' about, and we also had a talk about it. I was practically overjoyed, despite being slightly loaded with homework. She said if I wanted, I could work with a partner, and I agreed.
I almost solved my partner problem by joining up with friend/classmate J. Rather big mistake.
Not only could we not find time to meet up & research, she had no idea what the subject was either, though I may have told her about five times "It's about Central Europe. You read this section of the photocopy here. I'll do the part about Prussia, okay?" Plus she seemed to have no interest whatsoever.
So I was alone, slaving around my laptop during the weekend before my dramatic day (11 October). I almost lapsed into hate for Prussia.
And then that day, 11 October, Monday, came. Despite having only 1.5 practice sessions (the first one being partial, as I was halfway done through the PowerPoint when I practiced), I did a pretty awesome job. I barely stuttered, only stumbled occasionally at a forgotten word, and was enthusiastic about my work. Mrs. R gave me a 7 for my presentation* (YAY) I felt proud of my presentation, and thought I made der atle Fritz/Old Fritz proud.
The next day, my friends classmate F & A suddenly told me I spoke with a British accent during the whole presentation (especially when saying 'the Thirty Years' War'). It was pretty random, and it stunned me. I had been working hard on speaking with a British accent (I don't know; my English was neutral before, as in neither United Statian* or British, or Austrailian/etc) because I had a liking to the UK*, and the fact that it has now been installed in my brain so I don't have to be conscious when speaking was absolutely fabulous to me. I rejoiced.
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(Not So Good) Footnotes:
Discussion Leader* = Basically means making a presentation about a certain historical topic (e.g. The Spanish Armada). Usually you make an outline/notes (bullet-point style), and a PowerPoint. Oh, and visuals. You explain & talk about the topic. Mrs. R also usually adds points between slides, and as she is quite talkative she tends to go over some points for an extended period of time (several minutes)... which may make your originally planned time much longer than intended and rush over the last good details sloppily. But this can be avoided if you explain well.
...a 7 for my presentation* = Our school system follows the IB system. So all our grades are marked 1-7, seven being the highest. Somewhat like A-F system and % system, only IB has limited, easy to remember numbers. Just my opinion.
United Statian* = Someone on dA wrote an essay where she referred 'Americans' as 'United Statian', as technically everyone living in the Americas (both north & south) were 'Americans', and it was unfair to only refer US people as 'Americans' and not for Canadians, Mexicans, Argentinians, Chileans, etc. And I agreed to what she said; it is unfair. Though it is quite hard to say it.
...taken a liking to the UK* = Brother: You're not being entirely truthful, are you? Me: What may you mean? *innocent tone* Brother: ... Me: Oh FINE. Douche.
Back to the point: there actually is another reason why I gained a sudden interest in the UK. If I spew what happened since February, this post will never get done so I'll make it short. I fell in love with Hetalia: Axis Powers. You may find the implied hint and draw your own conclusions. One of my friends were British so I would've fallen in love one day anyways. ...Actually, remember when I said I thought I was an Anglophile now? Yea, relate to that too.
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...Probably the longest post I ever made :O
Jealousy? :/
... I dunno.
But I looked through 'Hyperbole and a Half' again.
And I thought it was awesome. Again. (for some reason I kept on making typos for 'thought')
And it makes me think.
Stuff like:
"Why can't I do something USEFUL with my blog?"
and "I wish I had lots of funny random incidents in my childhood."
and "Oh right, I DO have some! 'Cause I'm awesome too! :D"
and "Do I have any homework?"
and "ALCWM'CQON3O that was so FUNNY"
and "...What am I doing right now?"
and "I love this blog (no idea which one I'm talking about)"
and "I'm starting to feel quite jealous of her blog. It's awesome. I love it. But my blog isn't as funny as I wish it was."
and, well, more stuff.
...
...
Yea.
But I looked through 'Hyperbole and a Half' again.
And I thought it was awesome. Again. (for some reason I kept on making typos for 'thought')
And it makes me think.
Stuff like:
"Why can't I do something USEFUL with my blog?"
and "I wish I had lots of funny random incidents in my childhood."
and "Oh right, I DO have some! 'Cause I'm awesome too! :D"
and "Do I have any homework?"
and "ALCWM'CQON3O that was so FUNNY"
and "...What am I doing right now?"
and "I love this blog (no idea which one I'm talking about)"
and "I'm starting to feel quite jealous of her blog. It's awesome. I love it. But my blog isn't as funny as I wish it was."
and, well, more stuff.
...
...
Yea.
100 Drabbles: 16. Questioning
16. Questioning
“Alright, lady,” he tossed files onto the table. “We’ll go through this again, and I’d like some cooperation, hm?”
She glared back at him. Though battered, she was still defiant. “Fudge you.”
He smirked slightly. “Still have that foul mouth? Crazy woman. I’ll ask again. Where were you last night?”
“At home.”
“But the evidence doesn’t say so, lady. Says that you’ve been elsewhere, like, I dunno; your ex’s house?”
“Why would I be there?”
“…Where were you yesterday?!”
“I said home, jerk-arse!”
He grabbed her collar, but dropped her, disgusted. “You’ll confess soon enough,” and he slammed the door.
“Alright, lady,” he tossed files onto the table. “We’ll go through this again, and I’d like some cooperation, hm?”
She glared back at him. Though battered, she was still defiant. “Fudge you.”
He smirked slightly. “Still have that foul mouth? Crazy woman. I’ll ask again. Where were you last night?”
“At home.”
“But the evidence doesn’t say so, lady. Says that you’ve been elsewhere, like, I dunno; your ex’s house?”
“Why would I be there?”
“…Where were you yesterday?!”
“I said home, jerk-arse!”
He grabbed her collar, but dropped her, disgusted. “You’ll confess soon enough,” and he slammed the door.
100 Drabbles: 15. Silence
15. Silence
The air was thick, tense. No noise was heard. Nobody dared breathe. And then…
“Quack.”
All heads turned around at the abrupt sound, some even jumped at it. The culprit, a person from one of the back rows, grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, couldn’t help it.”
Some rolled eyes but most turned their heads back to one direction. All eyes stared intently at the same direction. Then…
“Five, four, three, two, one…” all chanted. The bell rang.
Immediately the room was filled with clamour; everyone screamed and clambered, rushing out, all cheering.
The room was filled with a new silence; empty silence.
The air was thick, tense. No noise was heard. Nobody dared breathe. And then…
“Quack.”
All heads turned around at the abrupt sound, some even jumped at it. The culprit, a person from one of the back rows, grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, couldn’t help it.”
Some rolled eyes but most turned their heads back to one direction. All eyes stared intently at the same direction. Then…
“Five, four, three, two, one…” all chanted. The bell rang.
Immediately the room was filled with clamour; everyone screamed and clambered, rushing out, all cheering.
The room was filled with a new silence; empty silence.
100 Drabbles: 12. Insanity
12. Insanity
“Why are you doing this?”
She laughed, though it sounded strange. “You said so yourself, right? That I’m insane, and needed to be here?”
He remained impassive. “…You know I didn’t mean it –“
“Oh sure you didn’t!” she snapped, but laughed once more.
Then he slammed the door. She heard the door lock, and him swearing. But she didn’t care. This was how things ended anyway.
They called her insane from the beginning. But now, after she’d committed so many crimes, they have the courage to lock her up?
She laughed sourly all night long in her new home.
“Why are you doing this?”
She laughed, though it sounded strange. “You said so yourself, right? That I’m insane, and needed to be here?”
He remained impassive. “…You know I didn’t mean it –“
“Oh sure you didn’t!” she snapped, but laughed once more.
Then he slammed the door. She heard the door lock, and him swearing. But she didn’t care. This was how things ended anyway.
They called her insane from the beginning. But now, after she’d committed so many crimes, they have the courage to lock her up?
She laughed sourly all night long in her new home.
100 Drabbles: 11. Memory
11. Memory
“…So you have no memory after, or before the crash?”
She shook her head. Her mind was blank. She understood, but couldn’t remember.
The doctor sighed. “I’m afraid she may have lost her memories, sir.”
Her father asked, “S-so she wouldn’t be able to remember me, or anything, at all?”
The doctor shrugged sadly. “I cannot guarantee it. Better ask yourself.”
He turned to her, teary. “Child, so you do not remember me?”
She stared. Briefly a scene flashed before her; a young girl playing on the swing with a grown-up man, both laughing…
Though teary-eyed, she shook her head.
“…So you have no memory after, or before the crash?”
She shook her head. Her mind was blank. She understood, but couldn’t remember.
The doctor sighed. “I’m afraid she may have lost her memories, sir.”
Her father asked, “S-so she wouldn’t be able to remember me, or anything, at all?”
The doctor shrugged sadly. “I cannot guarantee it. Better ask yourself.”
He turned to her, teary. “Child, so you do not remember me?”
She stared. Briefly a scene flashed before her; a young girl playing on the swing with a grown-up man, both laughing…
Though teary-eyed, she shook her head.
100 Drabbles: 8. Innocence
8. Innocence
This world was too corrupted, too adulterated, for him. He tried to keep up with the change, but in the end, it grew to be too much.
He sat on the swing, trying to collect his thoughts. So many things were happening at once… He longed for the old days, when things seemed much simpler, freer. When if you were ignorant or didn’t know, nobody would laugh at you. When if he asked what something was, they would tell him it was a grown-up thing, and didn’t need to know until later.
He longed for his loss, the lost innocence.
This world was too corrupted, too adulterated, for him. He tried to keep up with the change, but in the end, it grew to be too much.
He sat on the swing, trying to collect his thoughts. So many things were happening at once… He longed for the old days, when things seemed much simpler, freer. When if you were ignorant or didn’t know, nobody would laugh at you. When if he asked what something was, they would tell him it was a grown-up thing, and didn’t need to know until later.
He longed for his loss, the lost innocence.
100 Drabbles: 6. Break Away
6. Break Away
“I love you” he said. Then why was she imprisoned like this?
“You’ll like it here with me,” he said. Then why was she weeping?
“It may hurt, but it’s for your own good. Pain never lasts anyway.” Then why didn’t her heartache stop?
“If you love me so much, let me go,” she said. But he refused. “The world is too dangerous for you, my love,” he said.
Then why did he seem more dangerous than the world?
She was the caged bird, trying to fly. Yet, her 'owner' was restraining her.
All she wanted… was to break away…
“I love you” he said. Then why was she imprisoned like this?
“You’ll like it here with me,” he said. Then why was she weeping?
“It may hurt, but it’s for your own good. Pain never lasts anyway.” Then why didn’t her heartache stop?
“If you love me so much, let me go,” she said. But he refused. “The world is too dangerous for you, my love,” he said.
Then why did he seem more dangerous than the world?
She was the caged bird, trying to fly. Yet, her 'owner' was restraining her.
All she wanted… was to break away…
100 Drabbles: 5. Seeking Solace
An entire week of non-drabble writing, and I spent almost all of my morning making up for them all. Not that it took long anyway.
All turned out less funny than expected. But oh well.
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This is probably my first drabble using one of my actual story characters. They aren't named here, but I've created a pair of brothers, and I like them a lot actually. Maybe I should make a novel about them?
And I'm rambling again.
Onto the drabble.
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5. Seeking Solace
He walked in and saw his brother drinking. “Brother, you’re drinking too much. Is there something wrong?”
His brother looked up. His eyes were glazed, his face dull red. “Yo *hic* my sweet bwoder!”
He sighed. “You’re drunk. Why are you drinking so much?”
As he sat down, his brother began to mumble, “…dumped me. I got fudging dumped, damn it!” He took a swig. “She was a selfish brat anyway.”
“…I see.”
“No, you don’t see! You don’t –!” And he broke down, leaning against his shoulder, weeping.
All he could do was patting him on the back soothingly.
All turned out less funny than expected. But oh well.
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This is probably my first drabble using one of my actual story characters. They aren't named here, but I've created a pair of brothers, and I like them a lot actually. Maybe I should make a novel about them?
And I'm rambling again.
Onto the drabble.
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5. Seeking Solace
He walked in and saw his brother drinking. “Brother, you’re drinking too much. Is there something wrong?”
His brother looked up. His eyes were glazed, his face dull red. “Yo *hic* my sweet bwoder!”
He sighed. “You’re drunk. Why are you drinking so much?”
As he sat down, his brother began to mumble, “…dumped me. I got fudging dumped, damn it!” He took a swig. “She was a selfish brat anyway.”
“…I see.”
“No, you don’t see! You don’t –!” And he broke down, leaning against his shoulder, weeping.
All he could do was patting him on the back soothingly.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
100 Drabbles: 53. Keeping a Secret
53. Keeping a Secret
He frowned. “No.”
“Aw, but you must have a secret of some sort!” she pleaded.
“You, keeping a secret? You’ll blabber it all out anyway.”
“But I can! Please?” She pouted, giving the puppy-in-the-rain look.
After a while, he seemed to give in. He motioned her closer and whispered in her ear; “…I’m a homosexual.”
Immediately she looked incredulous. “REALLY?!”
“No, I was joking, you douche.” And before she could scream, he continued, “I know I can’t entrust secrets with you anyway.”
Then she grinned evilly.
“…What?”
“I saw you sleeping with Teddy-bear yesterday…” She ran off, cackling.
…Oh f*ck. “Come back!!”
He frowned. “No.”
“Aw, but you must have a secret of some sort!” she pleaded.
“You, keeping a secret? You’ll blabber it all out anyway.”
“But I can! Please?” She pouted, giving the puppy-in-the-rain look.
After a while, he seemed to give in. He motioned her closer and whispered in her ear; “…I’m a homosexual.”
Immediately she looked incredulous. “REALLY?!”
“No, I was joking, you douche.” And before she could scream, he continued, “I know I can’t entrust secrets with you anyway.”
Then she grinned evilly.
“…What?”
“I saw you sleeping with Teddy-bear yesterday…” She ran off, cackling.
…Oh f*ck. “Come back!!”
Saturday, October 9, 2010
I was Awesome Yesterday
A very Hetalia!Prussia/Gilbert-esqe title, I know XD
But it was true! D:
Yesterday, we had English. After finishing a film we were watching (Stage Beauty) to open our new topic, Shakespeare's 'Much Ado About Nothing', we were given scenarios to act out in groups of five. No scripts; all improvisation.
Our group weren't precisely the decisive group. It was just a few seconds before we actually had to show our scenario that we finally decided upon the characters: me as Conrad (speaking), friend I as Don Jon/John (?) (speaking), friend H as Don Pedro (non-speaking), friend J as Hero (non-speaking)(no, seriously; who would call their daughter 'Hero'? Only Alfred F. Jones would! D: ), and friend A as, well, uh, a bystander.
Scenario in a nutshell: DJ is jealous of his brother, DP, and wants to take revenge on him. DJ talks to C about this.
I can't remember much, but I think this is what happened on 'stage'.
DJ sits on a chair, looking depressed. C comes over, whistling.
C: Hey, buddy! What's wrong? You look down.
DJ: I'm depressed.
C: ...Well, I can see that. Why so?
DJ: It's my brother's fault. I hate him! Why is he always better than me?!
.... (forgot; I think there was something her but I forgot)
C: Hey look, it's Hero!
H walks in, looking pretty
DJ: ...Humph.
C: What, you don't find her hot?
DJ: ... Do I look interested in her to you?
C: No, I figured not.
Just then, DP walks in. He whistles to H.
DJ: Speak of the devil. Here he is, my despised brother.
DP & H exeunt
DJ: Grr! I hate him so much! Not only that; I feel depressed!
C: ...So what do you want do about it?
DJ: I don't know! That's why I'm talking to you, you idiot! Why do you keep rubbing it in my face?!
(My teacher said that my face at the moment was priceless; I was practically panicking/stunned)
C: ...Um..
DJ: *shakes C* Tell me! Tell me what I should do!
C: Take some pills!
DJ: Do you think I have not done that already?! Look at me!
C: I suppose not. T-then take revenge on him!
DJ: *stops shaking C* ...What?
C: Um, take revenge on him?
DJ: ...Say the first option again?
C: ...Take revenge on him?
DJ: No, the first one.
C: Take some pills?
DJ: ... The second one?
C: Take revenge on him?
DJ: ...I like that. How should I?
C: Well, you can put him in a pond of sharks, or crocodiles; or you can stab him with a kitchen knife - no, wait, a SPORK! That's better; o-or you can strangle him in his underwear...
DJ: *nods to options until last one* Wait, what?! I'm not doing that!
C: I know, I don't get that either. ... Or you can use Hero.
DJ: ...Oh yea.
C: Yea, use the b*tch - I MEAN use the woman! Use the woman! You can use her to make your hated brother mentally vulnerable, and then you can take him!
DJ: I like that. *goes to H, who happened to be walking by* Hey Hero, can I talk to you...?
C: ... Wait for me! *runs after him*
I have one thing to say about that. It was a hit. (P: That's not one thing. I: Shaddup). The whole class burst into laughter at our improvisation. And we had prepared nothing. Now, I don't know if that actually happens in 'Much Ado About Nothing', but our scene was funny anyway.
And I was very happy.
But it was true! D:
Yesterday, we had English. After finishing a film we were watching (Stage Beauty) to open our new topic, Shakespeare's 'Much Ado About Nothing', we were given scenarios to act out in groups of five. No scripts; all improvisation.
Our group weren't precisely the decisive group. It was just a few seconds before we actually had to show our scenario that we finally decided upon the characters: me as Conrad (speaking), friend I as Don Jon/John (?) (speaking), friend H as Don Pedro (non-speaking), friend J as Hero (non-speaking)(no, seriously; who would call their daughter 'Hero'? Only Alfred F. Jones would! D: ), and friend A as, well, uh, a bystander.
Scenario in a nutshell: DJ is jealous of his brother, DP, and wants to take revenge on him. DJ talks to C about this.
I can't remember much, but I think this is what happened on 'stage'.
DJ sits on a chair, looking depressed. C comes over, whistling.
C: Hey, buddy! What's wrong? You look down.
DJ: I'm depressed.
C: ...Well, I can see that. Why so?
DJ: It's my brother's fault. I hate him! Why is he always better than me?!
.... (forgot; I think there was something her but I forgot)
C: Hey look, it's Hero!
H walks in, looking pretty
DJ: ...Humph.
C: What, you don't find her hot?
DJ: ... Do I look interested in her to you?
C: No, I figured not.
Just then, DP walks in. He whistles to H.
DJ: Speak of the devil. Here he is, my despised brother.
DP & H exeunt
DJ: Grr! I hate him so much! Not only that; I feel depressed!
C: ...So what do you want do about it?
DJ: I don't know! That's why I'm talking to you, you idiot! Why do you keep rubbing it in my face?!
(My teacher said that my face at the moment was priceless; I was practically panicking/stunned)
C: ...Um..
DJ: *shakes C* Tell me! Tell me what I should do!
C: Take some pills!
DJ: Do you think I have not done that already?! Look at me!
C: I suppose not. T-then take revenge on him!
DJ: *stops shaking C* ...What?
C: Um, take revenge on him?
DJ: ...Say the first option again?
C: ...Take revenge on him?
DJ: No, the first one.
C: Take some pills?
DJ: ... The second one?
C: Take revenge on him?
DJ: ...I like that. How should I?
C: Well, you can put him in a pond of sharks, or crocodiles; or you can stab him with a kitchen knife - no, wait, a SPORK! That's better; o-or you can strangle him in his underwear...
DJ: *nods to options until last one* Wait, what?! I'm not doing that!
C: I know, I don't get that either. ... Or you can use Hero.
DJ: ...Oh yea.
C: Yea, use the b*tch - I MEAN use the woman! Use the woman! You can use her to make your hated brother mentally vulnerable, and then you can take him!
DJ: I like that. *goes to H, who happened to be walking by* Hey Hero, can I talk to you...?
C: ... Wait for me! *runs after him*
I have one thing to say about that. It was a hit. (P: That's not one thing. I: Shaddup). The whole class burst into laughter at our improvisation. And we had prepared nothing. Now, I don't know if that actually happens in 'Much Ado About Nothing', but our scene was funny anyway.
And I was very happy.
New Blog?
...Yea.
I used a radomiser on the internet (Random Domain namer or something), and I came up with something I liked. And I was wondering if I should make that into a blog.
Well, I want to. One problem.
I have no idea what it should be about.
Already I'm submitting art (or doodles) and stories here, on my little blog world. Though for art I'm barely submitting anything in both dA and my blog, because, well I am doodling, but am such a lazy-arse as not to go scan them with my scanner which is only a few metres away from me.
As for stories, well, I'm trying to write something which is NOT fanfiction OR yaoi. Seriously. My brain is frazzled, and Hetalia has infected my brain cells. So did yaoi. And romance in general (the STORIES, not... never mind).
TL;DR (Too Long; Didn't Read)
Long point short: I want to make a blog, but am having trouble thinking ideas of what to use it for.
I used a radomiser on the internet (Random Domain namer or something), and I came up with something I liked. And I was wondering if I should make that into a blog.
Well, I want to. One problem.
I have no idea what it should be about.
Already I'm submitting art (or doodles) and stories here, on my little blog world. Though for art I'm barely submitting anything in both dA and my blog, because, well I am doodling, but am such a lazy-arse as not to go scan them with my scanner which is only a few metres away from me.
As for stories, well, I'm trying to write something which is NOT fanfiction OR yaoi. Seriously. My brain is frazzled, and Hetalia has infected my brain cells. So did yaoi. And romance in general (the STORIES, not... never mind).
TL;DR (Too Long; Didn't Read)
Long point short: I want to make a blog, but am having trouble thinking ideas of what to use it for.
100 Drabbles: 31. Flowers
31. Flowers
He wasn’t much of a flower person. That much, she knew. Or at least thought she did.
So it was obvious he surprised her when he showed him a bouquet of daisies.
“H-happy birthday,” he stuttered, flushing.
Though surprised, she grinned. “Oh, thank you so much; I don’t know what to say. But…”
“D-do you not like daisies?” he asked, horrified.
“N-no, I mean – ATCHOO!” She sneezed continuously, staggering away.
And immediately he tossed the bouquet away. “Why didn’t I see this; you’re allergic! Crap, I’m so sorry!”
“I-It’s alright,” she sniffled, smiling. “I already appreciate your thoughts very much.”
He wasn’t much of a flower person. That much, she knew. Or at least thought she did.
So it was obvious he surprised her when he showed him a bouquet of daisies.
“H-happy birthday,” he stuttered, flushing.
Though surprised, she grinned. “Oh, thank you so much; I don’t know what to say. But…”
“D-do you not like daisies?” he asked, horrified.
“N-no, I mean – ATCHOO!” She sneezed continuously, staggering away.
And immediately he tossed the bouquet away. “Why didn’t I see this; you’re allergic! Crap, I’m so sorry!”
“I-It’s alright,” she sniffled, smiling. “I already appreciate your thoughts very much.”
100 Drabbles: 10. Breathe Again
10. Breathe Again
“Hey, douche-bag, what’s it like to be kissed?”
“Huh?” he flushed dull red. “I-I don’t know.”
Her eyes widened. “S-so you haven’t been kissed before? I thought you did, with that many girlfriends –”
“S-shut up!” he flushed deeper, if possible.
She thought. “…Then do you want to test it out?”
He stared at her incredulously. “A-are you crazy? Hell no!”
“Fine. Or I can take you by surprise.”
And abruptly she kissed him. He froze on the spot, breathing and heartbeat very still. When she pulled away from him, she smiled.
“Remember to breathe, you douche.”
And he complied.
“Hey, douche-bag, what’s it like to be kissed?”
“Huh?” he flushed dull red. “I-I don’t know.”
Her eyes widened. “S-so you haven’t been kissed before? I thought you did, with that many girlfriends –”
“S-shut up!” he flushed deeper, if possible.
She thought. “…Then do you want to test it out?”
He stared at her incredulously. “A-are you crazy? Hell no!”
“Fine. Or I can take you by surprise.”
And abruptly she kissed him. He froze on the spot, breathing and heartbeat very still. When she pulled away from him, she smiled.
“Remember to breathe, you douche.”
And he complied.
100 Drabbles: 4. Dark
4. Dark
He shuddered, clutching his shirt. He was cold, all alone… all alone…
“I-is there anyone out there?” he called out. Nothing. Only an echo answered.
He glanced around fearfully. Nothing. All he could see was the endless dark. “Help! Help! Someone, please; help!” Nothing.
Nothing. Nothing. And then…
“There you are!” Bright light. Though momentarily blinded, he blinked, trying to see.
She came to him, obviously concerned. “I’ve been looking all over for you, child. Don’t you know how worried mummy was?”
“I’m sorry mummy,” he grinned sheepishly, “I was playing.”
“Well, don’t do that again,” she chided mildly, smiling.
He shuddered, clutching his shirt. He was cold, all alone… all alone…
“I-is there anyone out there?” he called out. Nothing. Only an echo answered.
He glanced around fearfully. Nothing. All he could see was the endless dark. “Help! Help! Someone, please; help!” Nothing.
Nothing. Nothing. And then…
“There you are!” Bright light. Though momentarily blinded, he blinked, trying to see.
She came to him, obviously concerned. “I’ve been looking all over for you, child. Don’t you know how worried mummy was?”
“I’m sorry mummy,” he grinned sheepishly, “I was playing.”
“Well, don’t do that again,” she chided mildly, smiling.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
100 Drabbles: 1. Introduction
Um... Based on a part of a music video; 'Regret Message' by Kagamine Rin (Vocaloid). The dots (...) are where the names are (with the exception of the last blank). I just omitted them.
1. Introduction
Experiment has activated. All functions are normal.
“Hello,” said the creator. “I’m your creator.” She blinked. “You are functioning properly?” Nod of head. “Good. Now there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”
He took down to a corridor, and into another room. A young man dressed in white sat, staring into space.
“..., I’d like you to meet this person. His name is…” The man turned at the mention of his name.
Immediately he struck familiar to her. She had never seen him before, yet, there was something about him… Unknowingly, tears rolled down her face, and so did his.
1. Introduction
Experiment has activated. All functions are normal.
“Hello,” said the creator. “I’m your creator.” She blinked. “You are functioning properly?” Nod of head. “Good. Now there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”
He took down to a corridor, and into another room. A young man dressed in white sat, staring into space.
“..., I’d like you to meet this person. His name is…” The man turned at the mention of his name.
Immediately he struck familiar to her. She had never seen him before, yet, there was something about him… Unknowingly, tears rolled down her face, and so did his.
100 Drabbles: 19. Grey
19. Gray
He considered it a dull colour, but apparently she didn’t think so. One day he asked about it.
“I like grey,” she said, tugging her sweater. “It’s a neutral colour.”
He pointed out it looks rather grim; even depressing. She said it only looks like that because he thought of it that way. “Grey’s nice. If you find a light shade, or some nice shade of grey, you’d like it.”
His opinion didn’t seem to change. Years passed, and they met since a while.
After moment, he said, “I changed my mind, I like grey now,” pointing to her hair.
He considered it a dull colour, but apparently she didn’t think so. One day he asked about it.
“I like grey,” she said, tugging her sweater. “It’s a neutral colour.”
He pointed out it looks rather grim; even depressing. She said it only looks like that because he thought of it that way. “Grey’s nice. If you find a light shade, or some nice shade of grey, you’d like it.”
His opinion didn’t seem to change. Years passed, and they met since a while.
After moment, he said, “I changed my mind, I like grey now,” pointing to her hair.
100 Drabbles: 77. Test
More of a poem, this one. Though it's not a really good poem.
--
77. Test
Enter the room; no caps
Edgy, nervous foot taps
Shifty eyes; sweaty hands
Ticking clock; scribbling hands
Frowns and furrows; hair-grabbing
Horrified stares; heart-throbbing
Bloody equations; stupid pi
Horrible memories; angry eyes
Scribble scribble; tap tap
Can’t remember; oh crap
Distraction occurs; mind drifting
Must focus; but mind blanking
Shift to the clock; time is ticking
Can’t think of anything; random answer picking
Second hand racing; it’s almost time
I think I just got something sublime!
“Time’s up”; “AW MAN”
Looks like you wrote with a frying pan
These are just a few things occurring when
Testing horror syndrome/phobia happens
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77. Test
Enter the room; no caps
Edgy, nervous foot taps
Shifty eyes; sweaty hands
Ticking clock; scribbling hands
Frowns and furrows; hair-grabbing
Horrified stares; heart-throbbing
Bloody equations; stupid pi
Horrible memories; angry eyes
Scribble scribble; tap tap
Can’t remember; oh crap
Distraction occurs; mind drifting
Must focus; but mind blanking
Shift to the clock; time is ticking
Can’t think of anything; random answer picking
Second hand racing; it’s almost time
I think I just got something sublime!
“Time’s up”; “AW MAN”
Looks like you wrote with a frying pan
These are just a few things occurring when
Testing horror syndrome/phobia happens
100 Drabbles: 75. Mirror
I was the one writing this, and it gave me the shudders. What?
--
75. Mirror
She didn’t like mirrors. She never said why, but she hated it.
Every time she saw one she would immediately look away, or try to break it. Nobody knew why.
Once, however, she snuck a peek at it.
Her reflected image looked back. When she smiled, the reflection smiled back. She said hi; it seemed to say it back. She stopped smiling; it continued to smile.
She paled.
‘Hello dear,’ it seemed to say, raising a knife. ‘Did you miss me? I’ll welcome you back.’
She screamed, shattering the mirror with a boot. The shards seemed to continue to grin.
--
75. Mirror
She didn’t like mirrors. She never said why, but she hated it.
Every time she saw one she would immediately look away, or try to break it. Nobody knew why.
Once, however, she snuck a peek at it.
Her reflected image looked back. When she smiled, the reflection smiled back. She said hi; it seemed to say it back. She stopped smiling; it continued to smile.
She paled.
‘Hello dear,’ it seemed to say, raising a knife. ‘Did you miss me? I’ll welcome you back.’
She screamed, shattering the mirror with a boot. The shards seemed to continue to grin.
100 Drabbles: 7. Heaven
FFFF haven't done this in a while. Missed out not one, not two, but FIVE days of drabble-writing.
Perhaps this one should go under 'dream' but oh well.
--
7. Heaven
What is heaven? Is it a place where cherubim fly? Where angels sing, playing harps?
I had no idea, but as soon as I opened my eyes, I thought I would die again.
There was one person, a character from my story; usually chaste, prudish. Now, he was drinking, wearing stockings and acting promiscuous. He winked at me once, and I wondered if the world was ending.
Then a crude character was being a prude, and when both started to randomly make out, I didn’t see how this could be heaven at all.
And I woke up in cold sweat.
Perhaps this one should go under 'dream' but oh well.
--
7. Heaven
What is heaven? Is it a place where cherubim fly? Where angels sing, playing harps?
I had no idea, but as soon as I opened my eyes, I thought I would die again.
There was one person, a character from my story; usually chaste, prudish. Now, he was drinking, wearing stockings and acting promiscuous. He winked at me once, and I wondered if the world was ending.
Then a crude character was being a prude, and when both started to randomly make out, I didn’t see how this could be heaven at all.
And I woke up in cold sweat.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
NatPer Sketches - what I have so far
Using this site as a reference: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_personification There's bound to be more than that; I know. But I'm just starting with that. And if there aren't any, I'll have to make temporary NatPers, made by me.
I might make individual profiles of them. Later.
Mother Albania has been posted in the post below.
(left to right) Top Row: France: Marianne; United Kingdom: Britannia; Armenia: Mayr Hayastan/Mother Armenia;
Middle Row: England: John Bull; Germany: Germania; Ukraine: Cossack Mamay
Bottom Row: Iceland: Fjallkonan/Lady of the Mountain; United States of America (pt1): Columbia (Sam will come soon); Korea (South?): Hong Gildong
I might make individual profiles of them. Later.
Mother Albania has been posted in the post below.
(left to right) Top Row: France: Marianne; United Kingdom: Britannia; Armenia: Mayr Hayastan/Mother Armenia;
Middle Row: England: John Bull; Germany: Germania; Ukraine: Cossack Mamay
Bottom Row: Iceland: Fjallkonan/Lady of the Mountain; United States of America (pt1): Columbia (Sam will come soon); Korea (South?): Hong Gildong
NatPer sketch - Mother Albania
...WHUT IN THE NAME OF MUFFINS IS THIS, ADMIRAL IGNORANT?!!?
Explanation: Long story. Somewhat.
I was flipping through Wikipedia & saw a page on National Personifications.
And, well, I wanted to draw my own versions. And perhaps even make a comic about them. and perhaps call the series NatPer
--
This is Mother Albania. She, like her name, is a motherly figure who is currently guarding those (mostly partisans) who had given her life for her. She holds a wreathe of laurels and a star.
Please note that this is just a sketch; a clean full-body sketch should be done soon, and put up in replacement.
If you are offended by this, I'm terribly sorry: I'm new to this after all. I tried to not use stereotypes, but if it offends you, please comment and say that I did something wrong (but politely, please)
100 Drabbles: 39. Dreams
39. Dreams
“AAHHHH!!!” she screamed, dripping in cold sweat.
“What is it, child?” her mother asked. “A nightmare?”
“I…” The child faltered. It was a dream, but a crazy random one. Certainly not a nightmare; too colourful for that. There were unicorns, bogeymen, rabbits, flying cutlery, everything; even fabric softener. But there was one such rabbit who was carrying an axe, chasing her, biting manically.
Unable to describe her dream, she just snuggled into her mother’s arms and mumbled, “A strange dream, mum.”
Her mother smiled. “It’s alright, child. It was just a dream.”
And behind, in a corner, a rabbit laughed.
“AAHHHH!!!” she screamed, dripping in cold sweat.
“What is it, child?” her mother asked. “A nightmare?”
“I…” The child faltered. It was a dream, but a crazy random one. Certainly not a nightmare; too colourful for that. There were unicorns, bogeymen, rabbits, flying cutlery, everything; even fabric softener. But there was one such rabbit who was carrying an axe, chasing her, biting manically.
Unable to describe her dream, she just snuggled into her mother’s arms and mumbled, “A strange dream, mum.”
Her mother smiled. “It’s alright, child. It was just a dream.”
And behind, in a corner, a rabbit laughed.
100 Drabbles: 78. Drink
78. Drink
“Hey, do you want to drink with me?”
He frowned at her, silently asking ‘Are you nuts?’ “…Aren’t you drunk already?”
“No, I’m *hic* not. Let’s drink together.”
He didn’t know what to make of this drunken woman. Clearly she was stoned. “Um, I’ve drank already, so…”
“But still; let’s drink!”
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Reasoning certainly wouldn’t help with someone drunk. “What if I don’t want to?”
Then she began whining. “Let’s drink! I want to drink together! I –” Suddenly she slumped forward and fell asleep.
He stared at her, half amused, half confused.
“Hey, do you want to drink with me?”
He frowned at her, silently asking ‘Are you nuts?’ “…Aren’t you drunk already?”
“No, I’m *hic* not. Let’s drink together.”
He didn’t know what to make of this drunken woman. Clearly she was stoned. “Um, I’ve drank already, so…”
“But still; let’s drink!”
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Reasoning certainly wouldn’t help with someone drunk. “What if I don’t want to?”
Then she began whining. “Let’s drink! I want to drink together! I –” Suddenly she slumped forward and fell asleep.
He stared at her, half amused, half confused.
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