This is pretty much a list of what I'm going to do in the summer, now that it's finally here. How I love the warm days :)
True, my exams aren't even quite finished yet and already i'm talking about holidays? ah whatever D＜
School's over, and sorry Tian I don't have as many awesome photos to post up, (thanks btw for posting!)
Count me in for the quad reunion in ten years.. hahaha.
Well, there's suddenly a lot to do before March first, when Uni starts (aside from being anxious about results) ... and once again, time is against me =3= .
Things to cash out on:
- Canon DSLR camera
- Wacom Tablet (yes, maybe i'll get one after all)
- Skulduggery pleasant Mortal Coil (book.. been waiting to read this since forever, finally exams are ending!)
- Desktop computer (Custom built)
- Jap class (hopefully I can skip one level if I take it in uni :3 )
- Air Ticket to.. NZ, hopefully.
- Laptop cooler fan (overheat! D< )
- 320G - 1TB hard drive, depending : \ Not enough storage space atm! Lol
- Public Transportation fees!! Grrrr...
Pocky
Omg.. facepalm. Gotta find more work! Not enough cash in at the moment yow T_T
GOAL: $200 p/w : \ where to start??
Things to do:
- Find more work!!!!
- Meet more people~
- Continue swimming.. =v=;
- Not sleep in... ;A;
- Watch dramas! (Make others watch dramas. ie. Miriam.. =3= hahaha)
- Draw, learn to use a tablet =v=;
- Read.. a load of books!
- Take photos!
- Learn croatian rhapsody on piano
- Go to NZ, hopefully OwO;
- Get my L's.. nooooo Orz
- Mmorpg something, just because exams are over! xD
- KTV, mess around in central
- Go study japanese with twinnieee xD
- Study Chinese.. Orz
- Watch movies!
- If Justin really busks in the city, i'll come hang out! (^r0^)
- Learn how to cook Tom Yum because it's yummy~
- Get kicked out of state library.. jokes.
- Make Gueh's dog like me.. =3= Lol : P (Even though i'm not Taeyang.. lol)
- Play Kingdom Hearts
- Play Final Fantasy XIII with P'ng :)
- GET MY FREAKIN PSP BACK OFF ERIC AFTER EXAMS OMG if he's in china I swear I will.. *twitch*
Ah.. can't wait for chinese and french to be over > <
Good luck for Japanese, Justin! 頑張って!!!
BTW Yeesh, I just realised Mizushima Hiro has such good english... and he's a good writer o_O muahaha..
Not enough drama with him in it, damn. xD
 |
| where do all these ikemen come from.. o_O haha jk.. *ahem* |
Watching new drama with Shun and Inoue Mao in it, it's like Hanazawa Rui's revenge. Soo good. heheh!
 |
| As if not Rui.. sigh xDD Here is the story that cost me my room on fire, thought i'd put it up here in the end, I think I went with the prompt 'masks protect a fragile sense of self' or something like that... xD Did imaginative because expository feels more like a text reponse to me : \ and I have no motivation to write it.. =v=; |
A blur, even after reopening his eyes, everything in Lucien’s world had become a blur. Again. The smoky rain had just stopped, and the grey skies parted to let a beam of sunlight through the window, a painful, blinding white light. He sat alone in the empty art room in front of his easel, squinting to make sense of what he had just painted, but he couldn’t. The only clear thing in his world right now, was the melody of the Croatian rhapsody echoing from the grand piano two floors above him, vigorous and haunting, ringing through his ears. He closed his eyes again and did not reopen them until the last note resonated from the piano wavered and then disappeared with the sound of the wind, and its player made his way down two floors and appeared behind him. “Why such a soft yet vibrant shade of blue…? Not your style!” commented a familiar voice behind him, “Hey Luce, what’s with all these small yellow dots? ” Lucien opened his eyes to see someone he thought of as his only true friend peering into his face, and sighed. “That, Rayne, is something we like to call the sky.” He smirked at him as Rayne proceeded to roll his eyes “There is only one sun in the sky... Not seven...” Swinging his bag over his shoulder, Lucien made his way out towards the door, glad the images around him had sharpened and Rayne hadn’t sensed anything. “If you’re done, let’s go already.”
*
They always walked home like this on Wednesdays, down by the river and through the town centre to pick up the latest issue of the weekly JUMP magazine at some old News Stand. Lucien had met Rayne on his first day at Avondale College, many years ago. He would draw until the sun set, and Rayne would practise piano for just as long, awkward disconnected notes to begin with, gradually taking the shape of magnificent mazurkas and flowing sonatas which filled the emptiness of a deserted building on a rainy afternoon. “Hey Rayne…” Lucien suddenly began. “Say one day, the most important person to you suddenly called up and said...they were on a plane that was about to crash, what would you say to them?” Rayne blinked and furrowed his eyebrows, but said nothing, and they continued walking. “Click… the line just went dead. You weren’t able to say anythin’.” Finished Lucien with a grin.“What was I meant to have said?” Replied Rayne in confusion, but Lucien had already sprinted off, saying something about an appointment. He is so weird sometimes… Rayne shook his head as he turned into his street.
*
After that afternoon, something about Lucien had totally, and completely changed. He had stopped drawing, not so much as to even pick up a pencil and sketch a small picture in the corner of his exercise book. Rayne noticed, that sometimes his gaze would be distant, unfocused, and though he was there, his mind was far, far away. On Wednesday afternoon, Rayne found Lucien lying on the grass by the riverbank. It looked like he was gazing at the clouds again from a distance, but Rayne soon realised he had an arm shading over his eyes, and his eyes were closed. “Lucien, are you sleeping?” Rayne asked in disbelief. “…Why Yes, I am” came the reply, dripping with sarcasm. “I thought you were studying the sky at first” Rayne said flatly. There was a long silence and Lucien tensed, but did not move. “Why in the world would I do that?” he said after a while, humour in his voice but the tone was somehow dead. “So you’re not going to finish painting that blue square you call the sky then? What was going to be on it? How about clouds, why not?” Retorted Rayne. No reply. They sat by the river in silence until the sun cast a red glow across the rippling surface, and a chilly breeze blew through their thin school shirt. Rayne shivered, while Lucien opened his deep amber eyes and turned to face him, only to say “Because I Can’t”.
*
Wednesday afternoon came again, and the two boys walked with an uneasy silence down the bustling street of the city. “Hey, Rayne” Lucien murmured. “If you were like me, and only had four months left to see this world, what would be the very last thing you want to see before darkness overtakes your vision?” Rayne simply said “Let me think, but if you’re going to dash off to some optometrist like you did last time, at least let me come”. He paused, then hesitantly continued. “I think you should really think about accepting treatment. There is still time, and every day counts. You can at least finish the painting of the sky... and when are you going to tell your parents about your condition?” Lucien clenched his fists and slowly made his reply. “You don’t understand, drawing was the only thing I could ever do, especially after I moved to this town.” He breathed deeply and sighed. “I won’t be able to do it ever again. It’s useless taking treatment if the result is the same sooner or later, why try so hard if it is all beyond my control? And my dad left me long ago, and my mother doesn’t even have time for me. Totally useless.” Lucien’s voice shook with anguish and fury as he finished. “It’s not like you are responsible for me, You can still play piano as freely as you like, so I don’t need your pity.”
*
The heavens opened and the rain fell, obscuring Lucien’s vision as he trudged on alone, along the riverbank. He felt the warmth of the rain on his cheeks and it was only then that he realised that he was crying. His vision blurred again, and this time he wasn’t sure if it was from tears or his condition that the cruel hand of fate had once again dealt him. He was cold, hungry, and overwhelmed by such sadness so perhaps that was why when his sneaker tripped on a rock and he fell face first into the grass, into a pool of mud, he had neither the strength nor willpower to stand back up, and felt his his last stream of consciousness slip away into blackness.
*
Lucien felt his entire life story flash through his mind, and his memories were cast way back, to when he had not a single worry in the world, and spend the days climbing trees with Jay and the nights telling each other scary stories as they lay in their bunk bed, he on the upper bunk and Jay on the lower one. Up until that one day, their parents announced they were divorced. It was declared that each parent would look after one of the twins, and Lucien felt his world fragment into a million tiny pieces. No more stealing candy from the cupboard with Jay, no more play fighting, no more nothing. They did not talk about anything that night, but they both knew, that only one of them would get to go with daddy. Daddy played with them the most, he had a large broad back that was comfortable to sleep on and a fuzzy stubble that tickled them into fits of laughter when they were down, and spoke up for them when they were getting told off by mum. In the end, dad chose Jay. Before leaving, his father bent down to hug Lucien’s small figure and said “Don’t feel sad, Lucien. It’s not that I don’t want you, I really love you. I’m taking Jay because you are the more mature and strong one, so it will be easier on mum if you stay by her side. You must believe that I’ve always loved you.” That, was the most moving, yet heartbreaking set of words Lucien had ever heard his father speak. Yet, his father had mentioned nothing about Jay crying and begging to be chosen yesterday afternoon in the garden as the first snow of winter fell, and Lucien had just stood there and watched in silence. So it was that the next day, Lucien stood in pyjamas and watched without blinking as his father and Jay walked out of his life, without shedding a single tear.
When Rayne first met Lucien, he had already grown up, long, long ago.
*
“Lucien, Wake up, Luce,!” Lucien furrowed his brows and groaned. “Ten more minutes…” consciousness came to him as a shock, and Lucien sat upright and looked around but saw nothing but whiteness around him. “It’s happened... I can’t see...” he began. “Uhh, Noooo you idiot, you’re in a hospital. Only you would choose to die by suffocating in a pool of mud.” Echoed a familiar voice to his right. “Rayne!” Lucien’s eyes widened and a grin stretched across his face. “I’m really sorry…I’ll accept the eye treatment…” He began, but Rayne cut him off. “Forget it, you just owe me a soda for lugging your stupid self all the way to the hospital.” Lucien began to feel ashamed of himself. Had his father been around he would have been disappointed. “By the way, your mother was here… those balloons are from her, she said they were your favourite.” Sure enough, tied to the end of his bed were seven yellow helium balloons, yearning to be given the chance to take off into the limitless blue sky. “Let’s head to the river and let the go” said Lucien ,“Isn’t it good to be a balloon..” he trailed off. Rayne stared at Lucien as if he had grown an extra head. “I mean, balloons, they don’t feel pain, don’t have memories, and for them.. the sky is the limit.” Rayne just shook his head. “They don’t feel anything. By the way, I’ve thought of the answer to your question. The last thing I’d want to see? No, I’d want you to see?”
“What?” Lucien couldn’t keep the curiosity out of his voice.
“Tomorrow.”
END
SHINEE MACROS FOR YALL
Okay really the end. Lol.
SHINEE MACROS FOR YALL
 |
| top left panel, the root guy = sai's bro/friend?? |
Buchou ftw, Peace out :)
No comments:
Post a Comment