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"Who I am and what I want are a secret."

1. Follow the instructions
2. Post to your lj
3. Tag seven people to do the same
4. If you receive a letter from someone, comment on their entry.

Do-it-yourself-goodbye-letter

Do it like this:

Dear (the person who last texted/smsed you).

I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized it ___2___ ___3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___.I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___.I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory.You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___.

___12___,
-Your name-

1. What's the color of your shirt?
Blue - Our romance is over
Red - Our affair is over
White - I'll join the monastery
Black - I dislike you
Green - Our horoscope doesn't match
Grey - You're a pervert
Yellow - I'm selling myself
Pink - Your nostrils are insulting
Brown - The mafia wants you
No shirt - You're a loser
Other - I'm inlove with your sister

2. Which is your birth month?
January - That night
February - Last year
March - When your dwarf bit me
April - When I tripped on sesame seeds
May - First of May
June - When you put cuffs on me
July - When I threw up
August - When I saw the shrunken head
September - When we skinny dipped
October - When I quoted Santa
November - When your dog ran amok
December - When I changed tennis shoes

3. Which food do you prefer?
Tacos - In your apartment
Pizza - In your camping car
Pasta - Outside of Chicago
Hamburgers - Under the bus
Salad - As you ate enchilada
Chicken - In your closet
Kebab - With Paris Hilton
Fish - In women's clothing
Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation
Lasagna - At the mental hospital
Hot dog - Under a state of trance
Annat; With George Bush and his wife

4. What's the color of your socks?
Yellow - Hit on
Red - Insult
Black - Ignore
Blue - Knock out
Purple - Pour syrup on
White - Carve your initials into
Grey - Pull the clothes off
Brown - Put leeches on
Orange - Castrate
Pink - Pull the toupee off
Barefoot - Sit at
Other - Drive out

5. What's the color of your underwear?
Black - My best friend
White - My father
Grey - Bill Clinton
Brown - My fart balloon
Purple - My mustard soufflé
Red - Donald Duck
Blue - My avocado plant
Yellow - My penpal in Ghana
Orange - My Kid Rock-collection
Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper
None - My John F. Kennedy-statue
Other - The crazy monk

6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?
Scrubs; Man
O.C.; Emotional
One Tree Hill; Open
Heroes; Frostbitten
Lost; High
House; Scarred
Simpsons; Cowardly
The news; Mongolic
Idol; Masochistic
Family Guy; Senile
Top Model; Middle-class
Annat; Ashamed

7. Your mood right now?
Happy - How awful I've felt
Sad - How boring you are
Bored - That Santa doesn't exist
Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage
Depressed - That we're cousins
Excited - That there is no solution to this.
Nervous - The middle-east
Worried - That your Honda sucks
Apathetic - That I did a sex-change
Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster
Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men
Overjoyous - That I'm open
Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks

8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?
White - Your ring
Yellow - Your love letters
Red - Your Darth Vader-poster
Black - Your tame stone
Blue - The couch cushions
Green - The pictures from LA
Orange - Your false teeth
Brown - Your contact book
Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs
Purple - Your old lottery coupons
Pink - The cut toenails
Other - Your memories from the military service

9. The first letter of your first name?
A/B - Your photo
C/D - The oil stocks
E/F - Your neighbour Martin
G/H - My virginity
I/J - The results of blood-sample
K/L - Your left ear
M/N - Your suicide note
O/P - My common sense
Q/R - Your mom
S/T - Your collection of butterflies
U/V - Your criminal record
W/X - David's tricot outfits
Y/Z - Your grades from college

10. The last letter in your last name?
A/B - Always will remember
C/D - Never will forget
E/F - Always wanted to break
G/H - Never openly mocked
I/J - Always have felt dirty before
K/L - Will tell the authorities about
M/N - Told in my confession today about
O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about
Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about
S/T - Get sick when I think of
U/V - Always will try to forget
W/X - Am better off without
Y/Z - Never liked

11. What do you prefer to drink?
Water- Our friendship
Beer - Senility
Soft drink - A new life as a clone
Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo
Milk - The apartment building
Wine - Cocaine abuse
Cider - A passionate interest for mice
Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations
Mineral water - Embarrassing rash
Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism
Whisky - To ruin the second world war
Other - To hate the Boston Celtics

12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?
Thailand - Warm regards
USA - Best regards
England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail
Spain - Go and drown yourself
China - Disgusting regards
Germany - With ease
Japan - Go burn
Greece - Your everlasting enemy
Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard
Egypt - Fuck off now
France - In pain
Other - Greetings to your freaky family


Dear Aiman,

I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'm in love with your sister. I think I realized it When I quoted Santa In women's clothing and I saw you Sit at My father. I'm sure you're Scarred enough to understand That Santa doesn't exist. I'm returning The couch cushions to you, but I'll keep Your photo as a memory.You should also know that I Always will remember Oprah Winfrey imitations.

Greetings to your freaky family,
-Allie-


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I DIDN'T MEAN IT, REALLY. I REALLY DIDN'T. YOU WERE THE LAST PERSON TO TEXT ME IN MY INBOX.

And I don't watch Oprah. Really. And and...;___; I don't wanna leave you. ;___;

Oh well. I DO know that Santa's a fake and you know it. =P

TAGGY TIME!

Hmm...this is a tag I don't normally see. 0.o My list of top ten sexiest famous men includes those that do not exist in real life, sadly.

Of course, there is one very sexy man I know, but I don't want to list him up here. =P Simply because... blegh, I'll do the tag first, THEN I'll say why. XD

01. Compose a list of YOUR top ten sexiest famous men.
02. Collect one picture of each guy on your list.
03. Post them in your journal.
04. Tag five people to do the same

Well, that's about it. Most of them aren't real, as you can see. Hehe, perhaps perfection lies within those that do not exist? Thus, perfection does not exist? Blegh, I talk too much.

And yes, I tag:

1. Sawwaa! (I'd like to see~ XD)

2. Winnie! (if you ever read my blog~ :S)

3. Aiman! (LOL)

4. JOSEPH (YES. 8D)

5. Russell! (=P Just do it, for me, na? XD)

He's mine and belongs to no lists. =3

Ansicht vom Fenster
-a view from the window-

Well, it IS a new blog, but no worries about changing the link to this, I'm still sticking to Blogger. That is a WordPress blog, one that requires a proper website for me to put it up. And to actually GET a proper website requires me to pay. Knowing that I do not deal with online transactions because I fear the hackers (and I don't have a credit card ;_; ), that idea will not come to mind.

However, if SOMEONE hosted a website and does a sort of extension to allow me to upload a WordPress in it, then yes, that would be possible.

And also, that was the case. My dear friend, Elven (I met him in LimitRO), made a new server and a website for his RO (Ragnarok Online) server. I don't actually know how the whole linkety-link thing occur, but for some reason, he offered me a WordPress blog.

From what I have managed to gather from his explanation, it seems that WordPress is a much more serious blog, a professional blog, as he said it. This is so because I am on my own, using my own website hosting thingie (well, it's his, actually, but it's still individually owned, in a way~), and with this, it shows that I am not fully dependent on Blogger.

Oh, no, I'm not dissing all you Blogger-users out there. But it seems to me that if I continue to be dependent on Blogger, I will be lacking in experience when it comes to professional blogging. After all, I can't just use Blogger if I plan to post up anything that has to do with work.

And from what my friend Elven told me, he said it would help me gain experience since I am currently doing my journalism course.

Well, first of all, I would like to really really thank Elven for all this.

Secondly, I do hope I can master the whole of WordPress by the end of this month. Its contents and...the way it functions are far more complicating than Blogger.

Hehe, I suppose he really meant what he said when he told me it was a "professional blog".

Yes. Complicating-ly professional.

My WordPress blog will be focusing more on serious issues such as the news and others. So, yes, don't expect my emo ramblings to move there. They will all stay here, I tell ya. Right here, in Blogger, where it will not disrupt my growing up process~ XD

Well, that's about it. Expect no updates from my WP until after week 4, where all my assignments will be finished and handed up.

Until then, so long and farewell~

Today, Mom's sick. And my Father's coming back tomorrow from Jakarta. I heard it had something to do with her legs. Then I heard it was dengue.

Today, Mother expects me to be back at home.

Today, I was suppose to go out with Sakinah and Jo Sze.

Today, I thought I was suppose to make things easier for Mom should I actually leave and go off on my own. But no, she wants me to stay to fetch Father tomorrow.

Well, I can't just assume things when I only had this conversation with her in the bathroom. People act differently in different rooms.

Ah well.

She's sick, and stressed out. Especially after yesterday's incident. Involving me. Oh, it was nothing much. I was just staying up till 1am, on Skype with Aiman. Blaah, me and my bloody work. I'm just delaying it more. Goddamnit.

I suppose I'll just take my leave from here once Father comes back tomorrow.

GOD. I JUST WANT TO GO BACK TO MOTHER'S AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE. WITH THIS HEAVY BAG. I HAVE MENTALLY PREPARED MYSELF TO CARRY IT TODAY.

Mother, please don't gun me down again with your words.

Mom, hope you get better soon so it'll be easier to communicate with you.

Father...

*sigh*

Yes. Fine.

Ah, sepia. Such a beautiful effect. Vintage, one might say. Classic, the other. Timeless, everyone else. Well, yes, different people have different views. But for me, I've found perfection in sepia. Oh, no, don't get me wrong, black and white is beautiful as well. But I suppose it'll take me a little getting used to for b&w. For now, I'll start with sepia.

And it all began when I was composing a song on the piano. The tunes didn't really fit the lyrics of the song so I stopped and stared into empty space for a while. Then I saw my phone, and decided to play around with the effects. I tried b&w and it didn't really bring out the effect that I wanted. Negative was overrated O.o.

Then came sepia...


Piano. Sepia's one and only love. It gives out such a beautiful effect. Yet, this type of effect is seen so many times, so yea, it was pretty normal to me.

Well, I thought that was the end of it. But today, I went to Genting Highlands. Early in the morn. My mind was a little fuzzy though, but when I noticed the terribly thick fogs as Mom drove on, the one thing that appeared in my mind was...

"Please don't crash, Please don't crash, Please don't crash, Please don't crash, Please don't crash, Please don't crash, Please don't crash, Please don't crash, Please don't crash, Please don't crash, Please don't crash, Please don't crash, Please don't crash, Please don't crash,"

But heck, everything was fine after that.

We got free unlimited entry passes from our uncle who works there and then the group separated into two. I went off with my sister and cousin while the rest went off with mom. Yes, we did the usual stuff, yada yada, rides and such. But it was about to rain at one moment, and at the same time, the fog was still there. My whole body was freezing from the cold winds (no, I'm not stupid, I brought my huge RM5 jacket with me) because I lent my jacket to my lil' cousin.

Blehh, me and my tolerance for the cold. I was just showing off to my sister that I can adapt to the cold.

Honestly, I WAS freezing.

And I was lagging from behind. But hey, I got a splendid view of the thick fog. It was beautiful so I decided to take a few pictures of it. And it was then that I found out how horrible it looked on normal, so I played with the effects and found my love for sepia once more.

I wanted to capture the fog, but my cousin (that's my jacket there) suddenly appeared in my picture. And I thought, "Hey, this is actually nice..."

Yes, both my sister and cousin involuntarily became my models. XD

THE ABANDONED BUS. 0__0

But I must say I like this one the best. The sepia effect made it seem as though these two girls are lost in some abandoned theme park...rather creepy, but I like the effect here.

Aiman's first thoughts: SILENT HILL!

I went closer and got this.


It really looks abandoned.



But by then, my two models found out my secret work. XD Clearly they looked annoyed. XD But at the same time, the roller coaster was not open, so that adds to their frustration.

Oh well. It was yet another tiring day. But I was really impressed by my pictures. Oh well, hope to work on these more.

Over and out.

Today has been very tiring, I must say. Well, it's just like any other day in many similar scenarios. But pause the video, put in some mishaps, a hungry tummy, errands, a library with no locks on its lockers, and a very very heavy winter trench coat. Stir them all together in one swift move and there you have it; a terribly tiring day.

My main intention of bringing the trench coat was to be my one and only protection against the tundra winds of the library. In here, there is no igloo to shield me from the wind, nor is there any nice warm fire to sleep to. Perhaps you think the room acts as an igloo, but no, I disagree. The air-conditioner vents are all over the place, in and out, and they are all centralized.

And guess what? I'm still here!

I came to college, thinking that there might not be any classes today. So I brought my coat along with the intention to camp in the library until 12pm. Yes, also, another reason why I decided to come was to finish off some unfinished business with PTPTN.

And if they ever, ever, EVER, refuse me, I swear, I will skin them all alive. Every. Last. One. Of. Them.

The whole process of getting it done was terribly tedious, what more with my Father not being able to act as a guarantor for this loan, I have to come up with lots of letters and such. Divorce certificates, that file, this file; but just when I thought I was done with it, the lady gave me a call and told me about my status (I was expecting good news, but unfortunately... =.= ) and that I needed an extra other document.

Since I have stated in the form that my parents are divorced and such, my mother automatically becomes my guarantor. This is because I did not include my father's name inside the form just to make everything else seem less complicating.

Unfortunately, that was not enough. They needed ANOTHER letter to state that my father is missing and could not be contacted in any other way.

...

Well, what can I do? For the sake of this loan and my education, I have to do this. Lie, cheat, and steal, as they all say.

My heart felt slightly wrenched, thinking about what my father would say about this. I'm tired of him ranting and gunning me down with his words. But I know I have to tell him this...heck, my Dad told me to get it done with so that my Father won't get terribly upset and all by this. Best be upset now rather than later.

Then again, my Father can be such an egoistic person, and proud. Sometimes too proud. I'm pretty sure he'll be either gunning me down or just...just...I don't know, maybe go to the gym and work out on his abs while he forgets about stuff. My Father's an easy person to read and not as tricky and sly like my Dad, so if something happens, I would notice. Then again, he doesn't talk to me about things like these unlike my Dad, Mom, and Mother. Once more, I believe this is because of his pride. Heck, even I as a mother-to-be one day might just do this. I just hope he won't see this as something that brings down his status or whatsoever.

Also, there are more rumours of my application to Universiti Malaya. Chances are slowly rising, but not up to the part where I can safely say that I have a place there. My aunt is currently helping my mother work on my application there...

No, don't get me wrong, I love Taylor's College, and I love all of you very dearly. But this...this thing is very important to...me, and my parents. Yes, we are financially stable, but we are just the middle-income people. We can afford, but to a certain limit. And I have five other siblings, two who are already taken care of and another two that needs looking after should anything happen to my mother.

The other one will be fully supported by me if my mother and father passes on. My true sister.

*sigh*

Yes, I will keep reminding myself of this. And I promise, when I grow up, my children will never have to go through these. No loans or owing anyone, no forcing them to...to declare my status as M.I.A. (Missing In Action) to get a loan, no...no ridiculous nonsense bullshit things.

I will support them fully.

I will give my everything to them.

I will NOT let them go through what I am going through now. Ever.

Rhaegar, Elerrina, Elissis, and Enefea; these are the children I hope to have later in the future. And I pray that everything goes well when the time comes for them. And for my husband and I. Should a divorce happen along the way, I will not let my husband take any of my child nor will he have the house we live in. If I must be a single mother, then I shall. But if possible, I will try to not let anything happen to the family, what more a divorce.

*sigh* Men have it easier, eh?

I got tagged. Again. XD Well, not exactly, since my name was not written down below there, but by the order of the lady High Pimpstress, I shall fulfill her request.

And yes, I'm bored. And terribly happy as well.

MY LAPTOP'S BACK! MY DEAR DARLING LUCILLE~ XDD

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It's 12 minutes to 10am...and I'm still at home.

Yes, there is no class today. But I STILL have to go to campus, simply because I was called for an interview. It's an important interview because if all goes well, our course will be fully accredited and recognized anywhere in Malaysia. Hehehe, it all comes down to us.

Knowing me, I have lots to say about our campus and such, but, uh...well, I have to be mindful of others. Can't be too selfish now, can I?

Oh well, Father will be going back to Jakarta today and I'll get the auto car, huzzah! =D Not that I hate manual cars, no, don't get me wrong. I love manual cars as well, it's just that...right now, when my legs are sore and my stomach just...squeezes itself inside me, I don't think driving a manual car is all right for me. Minutes before this post, I was out on an errand when I almost hit this car entering the lane.

Well, I was speeding, in a way. But that guy just suddenly went SWOOSH to the left and I was left with no choice but to do an emergency brake. My tyres screeched as I braked. Luckily, I didn't touch his car.

Sheesh, that idiot. Idiots, the lots of them. And once more, I felt my stress level growing. Period is not enough, no, THIS IDIOT HAD TO-

...

All right, I'll stop.

I'm back home now, and I feel absolutely fine. Just...don't put me on the road behind the wheels of a manual car when I'm not in a good mood.

Anyway, I should be getting my laptop by today. I need it terribly for my works, and I don't want to depend on my Mom's teeny-weeny VAIO. Though it is light, it seems terribly...odd to me. My regular buttons are misplaced, so it took me a while to get used to it.

Oh well, this is today. I'm looking forward to meatballs tonight. =)

Until then, farewell.

Ah, 'tis the 8th of March and I've been keeping to this skin. Knowing me, I would be changing it every week, or a fortnight, or something. Nevertheless, I think it's time I say my farewells to this skin. It's been stuck with me for quite a while, and I believe it is old enough to be on its way to...a heaven of skins, whatsoever.

At any rate, I'm just happy that the Opposition are fighting back! Yes! And Samy Vellu's (hope I got the name right) down!

Oh well, that's enough about the country. I'm just praying for a better future in the hands of another. LOL, my uncle even sent a thank you message to my Mother for voting the Opposition party. I heard from my Father that my Uncle's a socialist, or something. Then again, he's not entirely related to me, just by title. Heck. He's still awesome.

Right, moving on. Let's head back down to earth, shall we?

My degree course has finally begun (I know I should've said this on Monday or Tuesday, but heck) and so far, everything seems fine. Miss Natasha proved to be a very interesting lecturer, and like what Chel did, I choose to make her my role model as well. She's wonderful, brilliant, and very inspiring.

She pretty much filled in the gaps of my future. At least now I know what to expect later when I enter the next phase in life, the working life.

Other than that, nothing much changed (literally. I can still use my old ID on the computers). Everyone's just the same, perhaps with a little bit of changes here and there. Otherwise, they're still as how I remember them to be. My friends.

Aah...the song floats in my head. Hansard's and Irglova's Falling Slowly constantly repeats its tunes. And I succumb to it.

Such beautiful song...

Uh...just listening to the live version of it. Here. Enjoy!

So here I am. Alone.

Well, it was my choice to come here early. ^_^; And now I'm terribly hungry.

The Student Lounge is like a cruel tundra. Especially when you come unprepared. But hey, eye candy~ *smirksmirk* I see an interesting looking young man sitting a few ways away from me.

Nevertheless, nothing obstructs my view. My eyes could see him clearly~

*swoons* What a guy~

Anyway, enough about that. Nothing good can come out from doing such a thing. Except, well, a nice memory. And perhaps it can prove useful for fantasies under the blanket. =P

Oh my, I simply MUST avoid this topic. Sacreligious. Blasphemy.

Interesting.

Yes, I am bored. You can tell me that. But hey, you can't expect much from someone who woke up at 5.45am, walked a 10-minute path from the bus stop, AND hungry. Terribly. ;__;

Waiting doesn't help, I noticed. Or does it? Gah, curse you Hermits. I DO want to bust a move! But I often seek the company of my friends or my loved ones. Why? I'm a withdrawn person who can casually walk into any restaurants and have her meal alone. I could just go all the way up to the rooftop, equipped with my iPod, book, and maybe an empty notepad to jot down anything or write a short story.

That was me from before. My form 4-5 life.

After being scarred from a friendship-gone-wrong, I adapted to that lifestyle and managed to earn the title "Psycho" among my brethrens. Well, my own race, to be precise. Be it funny or serious, I take that title to heart and live up to it.

Why? Because everyone is black-and-white. With that title, I know I have more colours than everyone else. I have the power to think through my own methods and others could never possible fathom my very thoughts. I was far above Kaisers.

I was Heimdall himself. The Watcher of All Beings.

But such a lonely life it was.

Such a lonely life.

Now, I believe I have changed. A lot. A part of me tells me that I am a better person. But the me from the past tells me to return to who I was before.

The Lonely Watcher, perfect and efficient in everything.

Except for socializing.

*sighs*

And I noticed that my sudden change of personality has given me lots of trouble. Especially with my Father. Especially him.

Perhaps I should revert to my old self...

Or perhaps I should give this one a chance to bloom itself into pure perfection. After all, The Lonely Watcher took two years in the making. The results were excellent towards the end.

The first year has ended. Now a new one has begun. The second year.

We'll see how it goes. We'll see.

I knew she was something of the sort.

The room was dimly lit by a wobbling lamp hung from the ceiling, or so she noticed. She was lying on her back, staring at the wobbling light above her. Her mind wandered back to her stories, where she sees her character in a ship's cabin, lying on the floor while staring at the wobbling light above her.

Then she remembered; she was truly on a ship.

It was not just the light that wobbled; everything else in this room of hers seemed to be rocking back and forth.

She was on ship. Not any normal ship, but a ship powered by an energy called "steam", or so her father told her. She knows nothing of these things for her mind dwelt only in the realm of her stories and fairy tales. Nobody ever tried to talk to understand what she says all these while as she often quotes from her stories and answers to no one.

But one day, while she was off wandering in the meadows in the middle of the night, a huge shadow loomed above her. When she looked up, the only word that came to mind was "dragon". Whatever it was up there, it dropped something in her hand and when she showed it to her father, he was shocked beyond relief and then she started to explain how it happened.

"Where did it go?" he demanded.

She cringed a little from his voice, but turned away, pointing at a certain direction, "North,"

And that was how she ended up in the ship with her father. Apparently, her father was involved in a certain research regarding the "dragon" she saw. Any leads (be it myth or legend) would be of great help in his research.

They have been wandering the sea, bound for the north. For how many days, she knew not. She lost count along the way.

- - -

There was a knock on the door, and then it opened slightly. In came a young woman dressed in a certain uniform that made everything about her looked dull and boring, except for the lively expression on her face. This was Shirley, her nurse and caretaker. She was here to provide company for her when her father was busy doing something.

Truth be told, she has never seen her father after they boarded the ship.

Shirley closed the door behind her and sat next to her, "Little Miss, it's time for you to sleep, luv," she had a strange accent, but it didn't bothered her the least bit.

"Night dreams, stories unravel itself," she replied, still looking at the ceiling above her.

"No, Little Miss, night is the time when you dream and when you get up in the morning, you will find yourself a story," she smiled and carried her small little self in her arms and placed her on the bed.

Little Miss turned to look at Shirley, "Would you like to hear a story?"

The nurse looked at her for a moment; "Are you saying that you want tell me a story, Little Miss?"

She nodded.

"If you say so, but promise me you'll go to sleep after this?"

"Promise kept,"

And so, Little Miss sat up in her bed and watched Shirley's eyes as she began her story. It was about a dragon who wanted to disappear from the world when it found out that all its other brothers and sisters were no longer alive. The dragon was quick to anger but it was sad most of the time. One day, it found a girl who seemed as lonely as it was, and so, it dropped a certain object, asking her to come looking for it.

"That sounds..." Shirley yawned and rested her head on the bed, "...familiar," and finally, she slept.

Little Miss got out from her bed and walked out of her room, walking slowly and softly across the metal floor. The ship was constantly rocking, and because of this, she made sure her every step was taken carefully lest she finds herself being dragged back into her room by Shirley.

She went up the staircase and finally reached the deck of the ship. Little Miss looked around and noticed a few people gathered at the back end of the ship, playing something. She ignored them and walked to the other end of the deck.

She looked up and saw clouds. Dark clouds. Then came bright flashes that lit the skies for a brief moment.

"A storm! There's a storm coming!"

The sea grew rougher, and in just a split second, almost every member of the crew was on the deck, fixing things into place to prepare them for the storm. Little Miss was still standing there at the edge of the deck, her eyes still looking at the sky.

The huge shadow appeared again, but this time, it didn't move from above her. Little Miss's eyes widen in surprise at the sight of it and wanted to scream out its name, but she couldn't find her voice. It was looming above her, with dark clouds gathered around its body. Its eyes were red, flashing in anger.

I told YOU to find me, and not the others, human girl.

She whimpered and begged for forgiveness.

But you have come this far, and we have found each other again.

"You're not angry with me anymore?"

No. No more.

"My father...he wants to see you very badly,"

I am here before them. I am here, speaking in your mind. I am here, yet they do not notice me. The storm is a far greater existence than I am.

"Did you bring this storm, dragon?"

Yes. But only to take you when no one is looking.

"Will the storm end when you leave?"

Yes. With you.

Little Miss considered this for a moment. Her Father was most probably busy doing his work, and he won't notice her disappearing. Finally, she agreed. "I will go with you, dragon,"

The storm parted for a brief moment, revealing the dragon's true body. It roared triumphantly and its angry red eyes turned blue, soft and comforting. The dragon reached out for her.

Jump.

She spread her arms and took a few steps forward as the dragon closed in. Yet, in the midst of all that, she heard Shirley calling out to her. She was asking her not to jump. Little Miss wondered; can't she not see the dragon?

To me, human girl. To me, and the storm shall recede.

Shirley was running towards her, crying out for her. But Little Miss closed off every sound around her, and smiled at the sight of the blue-eyed dragon before her.

And then she jumped.

- - -

Ah well, yet another typical story with a similar ending, written horribly by me. But this was written in the midst of my brother and his friends shouting here and there, my sister pestering me to help her with her homework, my maid bothering me to download a song for her, my father who wants me to get a life, my mom who wants my opinion for today's menu.

Yes. I was interrupted, over and over again. *sigh*

Anyway, that story up there was from a dream I had this morning. And yes, as you all can tell, I was Little Miss. Actually, the dream scene was only the part where she was in the cabin staring at the ceiling and then it was the part where she was walking on the deck of the ship.

The scene in the story where she jumped to the dragon was changed though. In my dream, Little Miss and Shirley were thrown overboard and were both swimming until they both reached these cliffs. In that scene, they were both clinging to the rocks as the waves grew rougher. Birds emerged from these dark clouds that seemed to be approaching the two, and these birds appeared to be running away from the dark clouds.

Shirley was screaming in fear but Little Miss ignored her stupid nurse and proceeded to climb the cliffs. By the time the dark clouds drew very very near, Shirley was already gone, and Little Miss was only halfway up the cliffs. She turned back and saw the dragon.

And then I woke up.

Ah well, at least this dream makes sense. Well. A bit. I like this dream~ =D

It's something I really like to imagine myself in, to escape reality.

Oh well, class will be starting this Monday. I hope everything goes well. And this time, I'll make sure I'll score 3.5 and above. I have to. I must.