I just tuk a nap for 3hrs, from 4:55 to 7:56 or summat.
@ 5:20, mom turned off th AC, i switchd it bak on n slept again. at 7:55, dad came in with a box of kfc, n i woke up XD It wz rele funny actually [when i think abt it]. Bt th main reason i jumped outta th bed wz cuz i ddnt sholat maghrib yet x.x
Now Im gunna sleep at a later time bt im even more afraid tht ill miss sholat subuh >o<
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Ther wz a festival at school - it ddnt luk like QIS, bt more like my old school in BPP called KPS.
We Sekomponders hung near a computer station that only had 2 desktops, on a brown shelf.
I stood near a computer as I listened n watched th others talk abt stuff beside me .
I glanced at th screen and saw somebody's blog. A blog of th person who wrote me a letter yesterday, with th words 'I've finally fallen...' hanging at th end.
I looked back at evrybody and nisa who was bside me hissed, 'Read it'.
So I did.
I remember one of the entries, it went like this:
'I tried to cry,
but I cudn't.'
Curious, i clicked to page 2 - bt th blog owner wz standing across th computer i was on, and he saw me lukin into th screen. I moved away just in time for him to rush to th monitor n stammer 'wt r u guys doing?!' insted of just sayin 'wt r u doing' to me.
I squatted down and lukd at th floor I think, until somebody tapped on my back n whispered
'Bs'.
I stud up startled n lukd bhind me to find th person who tried t cry but cudnt.
He gestured towards an empty space bside th station n I think sed tht he wnted t talk.
I passed by Nisa n i think i gave her a lil grin or something.
Th boy was wearing th clothes I saw him wear th day bfore.
Th room he lead me in had one wall cut off, so ppl who passed by cud c us. He stood on th empty-walled side, I stood opposite at a distance of about 2-3m. |_| <>
I forgot wt he went on abt - bt i remember he ddnt say anythin important concerin th problems we had with each other. He made awkward gestures n i wonder if i laughed or not. Tht part wznt tht essential compared t wt happened after ..
Just as he wz abt t get on t th meaningful bits, our friends passed by; th nervous blogger turned around to luk at them n we saw an orange cat striding along with them too.
He clasped his hands or something, n said ignorantly to th situation: 'Hey, lets run and chase th cat!'
I wz just abt t agree by starting towards th exit to th room, bt i realised tht he wz skipping t talk abt th important stuff just bcuz he saw a dumb feline - so I turned my face towards his n said darkly, 'Do wtever u want.'
Since tht incident, I despise orange cats.
He realised his mistake immediately, bcuz when I ran away I think he started after me, bt I wz way too fast, n amongst all th ppl it wznt easy t find me.
I went to a window with a black fence n sat on th block of cement beneath it with my legs poking out of th holes, n stared down.
Ther seemd t be a circus of some sort ther. I saw a moving ... theatre kinda thing. Ther wz a long piece of it sticking out of th audience's seats n a motorcycle wz riding over it. Th weird thing wz tht they appeared t be models .. ?
I trudged off t nisa who wz sitting on a bench with some other ppl. She often appear in my dreams than th rest of th girls, i dunno y. Cz she's my BFF? :b
Anyhow, I talked t her for a sec n lukd t my left.
Th boy who tried t chase a cat [bt ended up chasin despair insted] wz sitting in a stall with a box on th desk and rolls of coloured paper bhind him on some sort of cylinder-hangered rack. Th sign read along th lines of 'Throw trash inside this box without using th papers bhind me' n tht is just absolutely idiotic. It wznt his own stall, he wz just ther. His island head rested on th table, a sea of his shoulders wrapping around it like he wz saying 'this island is mine, nobody can take it away from me'. I cud tell he rele regretted his previous actions.
I turned towards a small lantern by a wooden post and studied it. Ther wz a button kind of thing n I inquired t nisa if u can press th button, she sed no but th haven boy replied th same.
I sed to him, 'Im not talkin to u'.
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