Fragments part 2 - Hikari

“Aki-chan~!” her voice echoed louder than the wordless whisper of the crowd. Why people with high-pitched voice always didn’t know how to control their voices.

“Aki-chan~!” I could feel her cheekily grabbed onto me and I swerved a little to my side. Damn brat!

“Why are you here?”

“That’s rude, Aki. I just came here,” she said pouting already. After all the years of knowing her, this girl pouted a lot more than any other girls would. “Besides, would it be so bad if I’m here? Ah!” I paced up before her, ignoring her, leaving her behind. “Aki, matte! Mou…” There, another pout, I guessed. I didn’t need to turn at her to know this.

I heard her footsteps trailing behind me and she paced to catch up. “Nee, Aki. You are becoming more and more emotional lately. Being emo is not good for your health, you know. You should go and have some fun sometimes! Do you want to go watch a movie with me?” And she muffled up some title which I could not grasp.

“I don’t want to watch movies with you,” I deadpanned.

“Hidoii!!”

I left her behind again and it took her less than a second to grab onto me again. “Nee, Aki,. I guess I figure out what you need.” For a second I eyed her from the corner of my eyes without turning and looked in front of me again. “You just need something to spice up your life, something that will give you new experience, new feelings, new expression to this stoic face of yours.” She poked my left cheek with her pointing finger and laughed her usual annoying Thehehe. I scoffed in disdain.

“You know, Aki, you need a guy in your life.” My eyes widened in surprised as her voice trailed away with a strange echo. Instinctively, I whacked her hands away from my arm.

“I’m not interested in meaningless talk, Akari.” She giggled as I rushed forward getting into the tunnel. She followed me like a shadow, into the darkness where I walked.

“Life has been so cruel, so cruel that it will freeze one heart. Someday, Aki, a person, a person will come to save you and thaw your heart away. Indeed, like the light at the end of this tunnel” Baka onna da. The books she read were getting to her head. I stepped out of the tunnel heading to the railway tracks. The bell of the railway chimed and the railing began to fall slowly across the path.

“Aki-chan, don’t you agree with me? You cannot lie to me, Aki. I always know that you are – “

“Enough, I don’t want to listen anymore to this!” I screamed at the top of my voice. The people who stood waiting by the railing stared as if a horn had just grown on my head. Akari whistled to herself, ignoring me. Damn, she purposely did it! I hate her! I stared at my feet flustered.

“Nee, Aki-chan, mae wo mite goran...

...Hora!

Are wa kimi no hikari da.”

I lifted my eyes to see a dark figure in front of me, standing still at the other side of the track. His dark jacket matched with his raven coloured hair which hung loosely innocently on his head. No one had that kind of haircut anymore. Not after they graduated from school. But this person in front of me chose to stick to the fashion as if the time had been stagnant. And those nerd looking glasses… I imagined this guy had issues with his past memories.

“Murakawa Shiki,” Akari said. “ No, Shiki-senpai, darou? Always innocent, warm and kind. I know he would suit your type, Aki.” I glared at her as she said it but it only made her giggle more. I turned away, in shame looking back at him who was than looking thoughtfully at his watch.

“Really, Aki. You think I didn’t know why you choose to go back on this route. You will find Shiki-senpai coming back from his part-time job on the way. Always looking silently and keeping things to yourself. You should learn to express your feelings a little bit.” There was a sad tone in Akari’s voice, a reason I didn’t answer her this time, a reason I had gazed sadly on senpai’s face.

The sound of the train grew louder and I could feel how the ground shook as it sped up past us, blocking our sight with unbearable but enticing blur. Just before it did, I caught Shiki-senpai’s eyes on me, noticing me, smiling at me.

Fragments part 1 - Ame

The meandering rain slipped down against the glassy window like tears. Imaginative people might really think that the sky was crying. Good for them. At least life won’t be so boring for them, won’t be as lonely…

Loneliness… I didn’t know why rain portrays loneliness that much, why people always associate it with the other as if it is the truth of the world. Perhaps, rain really looked like tears and lonely people cry.

I didn’t. No matter what they said, I didn’t, yet loneliness was what I felt that day as I sat by the window staring at the endless rain outside, a glass of hot tea in one hand.

“What are you eating, Aki?” a gleeful voice asked and I tore my sight away from the window to a petite form on my bed, a feet rose dangling high upwards, revealing a rather smooth pretty figure beneath the fluffy skirt.

“I’m just having my tea,” I said and took another slurp of the hot tea, almost ignoring her.

“How boring, I thought you are having cup noodles,” she said.

“Baka.” The silence lingered and I stared at the dark sky silently as she hummed one of the crazy tunes of hers. The light became dimmer colouring the room with shades of grey. It won’t stop and it would be raining the entire day, I guessed. “Naa, Akari…”

“Hmm?”

“Why did you come here?”

She grabbed onto my pillow burying half of her face as she turned at me. “Thehee,” she laughed. “I always know that you will feel lonely in this kind of weather.”

I stared boredly at her face for a couple of second before I drank my tea again. “Akari, go back.”

“Nande?! I came here just to accompany you!” she protested pouting like a child.

“My roommate will return in a few minutes, I don’t want her to find out.”

“Like she will find out,” she said.

“She will if you stay.”

“But, will it be that bad if she does?! If she’s showing any negative attitude towards you I will-“ CLICK. The key’s turning, someone’s at the door.

BADUMM!!

“Tadaima,” a voice was heard as the door opened. “What was that sound just now?”

“Okaeri, Asoko. The tissue box just slipped off my hand.” I bend down a little pretending to lift the tissue box I had earlier grabbed from the table back to its place. Just then, I saw a small hand came out from under the bed pulling in the remaining scruff of skirt out of sight. Baka onna da.

“Oh, is that so?”  Asoko went straight to her own bed, collapsing onto it, ignoring the somewhat wet clothe she had. “Ah, I’m so tired,” she moaned before turning back at me. “How was the lecture?”

“I skipped my class,” I said.

“Really?” Then, she said nothing more. After killing a few minutes on the bed, she rushed for some clean clothes from her closet and tugged them all in her bag. She took some of her books afterwards.

“Are you going out?” I asked carefully eyeing her as she packed.

“Yeah, my boyfriend is waiting for me downstairs.”

“I see.” That means I’ll be alone again tonight. “Don’t forget the umbrella. It will be raining until evening.”

“Thanks.” She was already standing at the door when she said it. “Well, don’t wait for me, okay?” She smiled and I smiled back at her. The door was shut and she was gone. I sighed as I heard her faint footstep dying away.

I heard some disturbing scratches after that; a reminder of the previous occurrences. I looked down at my feet and saw Akari emerged from under the bed, a wide grin on her face.

“Nee, Aki-chan? The way you cover things up, it sounds like you are having a secret relationship with another girl.”

“Shut up, Akari.”

Pottery, pottery, pottery, pot!

Ah, i found an interesting article in the newspaper today. I don't usually read a newspaper but the headline on the front page had me stunned. So, it was saying about the making of pottery, Indian pottery in Malaysia and the thing that had made jumping up with joy is that the owner of the kiln, V.N Ramadass told that he provides bot individual and group training of pottery making. The kiln was somewhere in Selangor and the contact number of his pottery making center is 03-32891054. I was like "Wow, he left his phone number in here!" after i finished reading the article.

My mother asked me what it was and i told her that someday during the school holidays or the period while i'll be waiting to be posted i will go to this man and learn how to make pottery from him. i guessed my mom was shocked to hear that... hehehe...

Well, i have been quite obsessed with potteries for quite some times now. i did collect a lot of information about Mashiko's Japanese potteries and compiled them in a long article. You can read the article here! I even wrote a novel about potteries, i mean the first part of the book. Maybe i should post Shinkansen chapters next time ^_^. Therefore, i have been thinking... it would be great if i could join some workshops somewhere and learn how to pot. The newspaper article is like a dream comes true.

Well, i guess that's it for today. You can even read some old articles i wrote in the link i gave you. And also a silly story... Enjoy reading!

Best Picture!

 

Yes, I took the picture from minitokyo.net, the best websites to get awesome anime wallpapers. You will not only be able to get wallpapers, some generous people had uploaded some nice scans too. Usually, I will search for Vampire Knight stuff over there. Really, Hino-sensei's drew mesmerizing pictures, especially Kaname-sama's (nosebleeds)... hahah! Perhaps i should share some of my vampire knight collection later...

I had just finished downloading the seventh movie of Kara no Kyoukai (murder speculation part 2) yesterday and the KaraKyou's fever had not come down yet. I love the series! The pictures are beautiful, the soundtracks are awesome, the plot is beautifully dark (which i like) and i was totally impressed with the ending, even though i had read the entire KaraKyou's books... thehehe...

The picture shows Kokutou Mikiya and Ryougi Shiki, the two most important characters in the story, and no doubt the picture is taken from the second movie (murder speculation part 1) or should I say the scene is all KaraKyou fans' longing thoughts for both characters. I mean the scene never occurred in the movie. What really happened is that Shiki with her bloody red kimono came slicing over the poor-running-for-his-life Mikiya... hahah... so much for a relaxing cup of tea. Well, SHIKI might do that, though, since he and Mikiya are buddies...

Those two are two of my favourite anime characters. I like Mikiya's kind character. Were I fated to meet a person like that in life, no doubt I will be greatly interested in him. Since I am a kind of person who are not opened, and dark... and weird... I found a person like that loyal and sincere. I don't know why, were i fated to meet a character as kind as him, i will protect him to the best of my ability. And, I like Shiki because we are the same. Yes, I admit that i have double characters (an obvious symptoms for schizophrenia) and unlike Shiki and SHIKI, both of us are girls and we don't have any killing intention. The accepting and rejecting part is true, however... That is why, i guess, I sort of understand what Shiki felt.

Anyone who has anything to say about the picture may do so and anyone who wants to save the picture can do that too ^_^

I hope i could put some YouTube link of the seventh movie for those who haven't watched and couldn't get it from Veoh or Megavideo...

Let the cute cat out of the bag

Lol, i simply use the proverb because the kitty is too cute, it's making me crazy... The first time i saw its face i yelled to myself, in front of Edward, my typical crazy line 'Momiau! Momiau!' I know it sounds stupid but in my personal language it means cat. It is true that i am quite obsessed with Nihongo for these three years that i might as well refer it as 'neko-chan'. or just 'cat', in my second favourite language... i know some other names too...

In Arabic we call it 'hurairah'. Abu Hurairah, the well-known hadith quoter loved cats, a reason he was later named so.

In Tagalog, the latest language i learn, a cat is called 'pussa'. Cute isn't it. So it tells me that the word pussy cat might not entirely be English then. In Spanish, however the word 'gato' or 'felino' come up... I thought Spanish and Tagalog would be the same since they have the same word for cow.

What about mandarin? It is called 'mao'. Hahaha... of all the languages, this one is the cutest, * jumping up with joy, motivated to learn Mandarin more* because cats indeed make sounds like that! ^_^

And lastly, Bahasa Melayu cat is 'kucing'...

No matter what they are called... cats are all 'momiau' for me hehehehe...

By the way, for English Language learner, 'to let the cat out of the bag' means to tell a secret ^_^

Art Attack

My assignments for art class are killing me! We have so many tasks and i have so many other things to do... T_T Well, since i will graduate and become a primary school teacher, art subject is necessary (Actually, so does any other subject. When you are a primary school teacher, you need to be ready to teach anything, a reason i had so many subjects to learn...)

Alright, i just would like to share with you my work. They are not pretty, mind you, and i'm posting them here so that i won't lose their copy once i have submitted them. I do have them in my laptop but it won't last for long if anything happens to my dear Edward(my personal laptop). Well, unless something happens to blogspot... *skeptical*

My first work of the day... (up there!)

It is a floral motif plus curtain picture, so i named it mother's curtain. Since it would be quite irrelevant to name it father's curtain (hey, i'm being gender biased here!!!!), i simply chose mother as the appropriate tactic to fulfill the evil ambition of inner demon and her crazy minions... hahahaha... (i'm completely off my rocker for the lack of sleep)...

Alright, i'm being serious now. The task is to draw a black and white picture of anything. It is a practice of drawing, lining as well as inking. A lot of my friends copied some pictures from somewhere, and because i'm such a stubborn and hard headed person i decided to draw something of my own, meaning it is hundred percent experimental... hahaha... so that is the product. I will share with you some other works later...

Then, i'm off! ^_^

The umbrellas

Hahaha... a silly scribble this time...

i realize throughout my post i have not been expressing things in my head lately. That is because i don't have much time in life... haha... and I'm turning very secretive recently to the point of not saying anything.

Anyway, here's a new story... i don't call it a short story nor could i name it a poem (even though it is written in stanzas). Perhaps, it's a song? Well, call it anything you like and enjoy reading. Perhaps i have been reading too much shoujo manga lately... my mind is quite occupied with a little bit of romance... hihihi...

The umbrellas

The colour of the sky changes
The world’s sign to the ignorant human beings
The air smelt wet
Yep, soon people are going to need the umbrellas

Just now I saw you stand over there
Completely alone among the waves of people
The lightening showed itself
Yet, as clueless as the crowds you stood still

I took my blue umbrella out
With a slight guiltiness as I pulled it over my head
Though how big the umbrella was
It wouldn’t shelter me if you were left unsheltered

Hey, won’t you share this umbrella with me?
You will get wet all over like this
But, there’s not a little bit of confidence
In this pitiful self, just to say that aloud

I heard that knights had their swords
To come to the princess’ aid
I wonder if it would be nice to be a knight sometimes
But, in my hand was just a timid blue umbrella

The thunder roared mercilessly this time
And a middle-aged man jumped an inch up in the air
My heart ached as I saw
The flimsy distress on your face

Hey, won’t you share this umbrella with me?
You will get wet all over like this
But, before the cold rain started to fall
Reaching into your bag, you pulled a cute pink umbrella out

I heard that knights had their swords
To come to the princess’ aid
I thought it was nice to be a knight once in a while
But, in my hand was only a silly blue umbrella

Nothing can be done, can’t it?
I just missed my chance
What a great knight of umbrellas I was
Well, at least you won’t get drenched by the rain, right?

But then you turned and smiled at me
Slipping your warm hands in mine
We walked together in blue and pink umbrellas
I guess, only our clasping hand would get drenched this way…