A Girl Under The Tree (Part 2-A)

... Was I needed to make a life living?...
"Oh Alan! It's been along time! Yeah of course I remember you, but I'm so sorry for being too late to recognize your face...". I hold his hands, they were cold of sweats. "Farewell Jane! This is my home, it's not good enough, but it's still comfort for living, right?". He stared at me, but I looked around. "Yeah, I think so". "Let's go inside, it's too cold here!". He pulled me, I felt like a toy and too weak. Then he served me some drinks and also gave me a big piece chocolate cake. He, himself was looking at me, his eyes showed no cruel anymore. I knew that it was uncomfort, but I didn't wanna hurt him. "Sorry Alan, I need to go home now, I know it's Christmas, but I really wanna be in my home". "I got it, I got it! Okay I drive you home, agree?". "Yeah...".
"Bye!". "Bye!". He left, being so lonely again. I walked to my room, I took my lovely Bart and he still smiled. "What a boring life it is! You know, I was taken by someone I really forgot and now he's being my true follower!". I push his nose, and he just smiled. "I'm fed up of Hanna, I mean 'act like I like her' and now there's a problem appears". "What?!". "Use him?".....

OMG!

I don't know what to say, but I need to really thank God. It's been a long time since I couldn't open my email account. At that time I felt so regret, I thought I couldn't make the new one, cause most of the stories I'd written were here. I know that I'm the stupid one, but if I write it first on my laptop, the idea hardly come. I will post it later, later and later until I forgot it. Hmm, I feel so relieve now. :)

One Of My Fav Songs


Ohne dich (Deutsch)
Wie lange lag ich da,
jetzt bin ich endlich wach.
Die Zeit mit dir war wie
ne endlos lange Nacht,
Du bist der König
deines dunklen Königreichs.
Doch du hast keine Macht,
Nicht mehr - nicht über mich.
Ich kann allein sein,
du kennst mich nicht,
Ich kann allein sein...
Ohne dich bin ich besser wieder ich,
Ohne dich...
Lass es dunkel sein,
ich fürcht mich nicht,

Ohne dich
Ich renne durch die Stadt,
bis der Tag anbricht,
Der Wind peitscht mir ins Gesicht
Ich bin wieder ich,
Ohne dich...
Ich greife zu den Sternen,
ich fass ins Nichts
Tausend Stücke in mir,
wie ein Glas das zerbricht
Du kannst mich nicht verbiegen,
ich scheiß auf deine Lügen
Dein Zauber ist verflogen,
Was dunkel war ist jetzt im Licht
Nicht über mich
Ohne dich bin ich besser wieder ich,
Ohne dich
Lass es dunkel sein,
ich fürcht mich nicht,
Ohne dich
Ich renne durch die Stadt,
bis der Tag anbricht
Der Wind peitscht mir ins Gesicht,
Ich bin wieder ich
Ohne dich
Ohne dich
Für diesen endlos langen Augenblick,
für diesen endlos langen Augenblick
Bin ich nur für mich,

nur für mich...

If I'm Not The Number One

It's okay to be the number you like, every person has a free choice and nobody can take control on yourself. In life there always be someone that thousand times better than you, it's just it is. I know the feeling to be the number 2, 3 and 1. I feel the number one because I'm the first child of my mother, I feel the number two when there's noone hears me and I always feel the number three when I wanna disappear. You and me will never know who will we be, we just plan and imagine that maybe one day we'll do something we really wanted and be the one that we dreamed.
What will you do to fulfill your ambition? Being crazy about it... and getting somehurts when know that we can't always get what we want, but remember everything we have and we get that's the best for us, though people say that is just nothing. And don't forget that getting somehurts also teach us to be better better and better through a painful way. Keep your dream and try to reach it, but still unforget to stop when it starts to change you into bad.
About the number one, hmmm... do you thing that's the best number? I don't think so, because that's just a number and a number can't measure anything the best in yourself such as happiness, kindness and friendliness. Actually when we learn hard we'll get something better, and that's all (psst I have a history daily test today, hope me we'll success). : D

The Prisone

I don't know what I wanna write but I think it's not good to let my blog has no new post. These days I have so many things to do, I have to finish my article for wall-mag, no days without doing tasks tasks and tasks. I'm really bored and I absolutely need  a time to let me be free. I'm fed up of the problems, I'm truly under pressure of them. I'm tired being hissed by my friends, they always say "Hey, what are you doing! Come on finish our tasks and then we can free this night!" actually it's just a fake. Cause when the night fall we still do another task, I stick with my book all the time. I wanna be better and better but I don't wanna use this way, okay I know that the experience teaches us best but I just don't want it. I wanna have my spare time like right now, I can write anything on my mind, I can do everything I've never done. That's all, the important point is I wanna be free to control myself without being pressed.

Unfortunate Events

1. Couldn't sleep last night.
2. Sleeping all the time (at last 15 minutes) every lessons
3. Minibus is broken otw home
4. Waitin' for 30 minutes at station
5. My laptop is broken
I hate this day but I can't.... T.T

A Girl Under The Tree (Part 1-H)

....I’m falling into the deepest side of me, I can’t breathe and I’m gonna die...
“Don’t you remember me?”asked the guy. “No, you’re someone I don’t know”. Oh my God, who is this guy? Why he took me to this place? He is so frightening, he wears a red-black stripped turtleneck sweater and a jeans trouser. I swear that I won’t say anything, I won’t look into his eyes. They show me the truth of the guy. “Oh, lovely Jane why are you being so scared? I don’t try to kill you”. “I’m not scared!”. “Bravo! You’re such a foolish now! I helped you several years ago! That night!”. “I don’t know what you said! Let me go!”. “No, I won’t. Until you agree to finish it with me, we are so perfect to have each other”. “Finish what? I won’t be yours!”. ” Did you forget our destiny, our dream? We’ve promised, have not we?”. “I didn’t remember, let me go!”. “You’re lying! You know me!”. His face turns into red, he starts to cry but why? I really don’t know what he means. Oh, let’s see what will he do. Wow, that’s so unpredictable. He stands up and leaves me alone, wait... he doesn’t lock the door, does he let me?
I go outside and find him, he’s sitting on a stone. He looks into nothing, he keeps his mouth in a quiet. He’s not scared me anymore and I feel a little bit pity to see himself. I touch his shoulder and he turns around to stare at me. He’s still crying like a baby, the tears wet his cheeks. I don’t know why, but I wipe up the tears and I give him a handkerchief. He receives it and thanks me. “Why are you crying?”. “You didn’t remember me anymore, I love you Jane. I’ve wasted all my time to keep you save but you didn’t know me, you ignored me!. “I’m so sorry, who are you? You said not your name, how could I know you?”. “I think you still remember me. Do you know Allan? It’s my name”. “Allan? Are you Allan Weatherby?”. “Yes, I am. We were in same elementary school and I loved you since that time”. It sounds so
amazing, there’s no other word to describe it.....
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