Lazy is as lazy does
Bah, I just got off the phone with someone from Staples. I saw their weekly ad and they had a Philips 8GB video player on sale for $60, which was REALLY cheap, so I decided to see if it's available at a store near me. I got transferred to three people before someone finally gave me actual information. Even though it was only to say that they do have it in store, only it's defective. Huh? What, you want me to buy that?
Moving on.
I've yet to start the Minutes of the Meeting for an 'association'... I got a friendly reminder in my inbox asking me to send it whenever, but I know she's impatient for it-- it's been like a month since that meeting, ahaha. I'll type it up later, probably (maybe).
Now for the stuff that's taking up majority of my free time: fics! whether it be original fiction or from a particular 'fandom', I think it's eating my brain. More recently I've been writing about real people, as in, pop idols. When I discovered NEWS I was actually surprised people write stories about them. But, I was thankful that my first attempt at reading RPF (or is it RPS? What?) was a nice, funny piece. Some of them were so good that I began having ideas of my own as well, hence the drabble/fics posted here. Anyway, I decided I'd just make this journal some sort of writing journal (?) with the occassional blather about work, real life, etc. Yep.
To cap this off, I'm posting my project-thing again! Let's call it The Project, so it's not confusing. This is MY part 2, but actually part 3 of The Project:
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"We thought we'd find you here."
Ah. Even with my eyes closed, I know those voices. My solitude was short lived. Why is it that when I absolutely do not want to be found, I seem to stand out like a sore thumb? As if a switch has been turned on, my eyes keep themselves shut but I curve my mouth into a smile and tilt my head to the side.
"Oi! How'd you both know I'm slacking off here?" I asked, standing up and brushing the grass off my back.
"He followed you--"
"--Did not--"
"--and dragged me with him! We've been standing behind that shrub over there for a long time." She pointed behind her to a row of Santan shrubs dotted with yellow flowers.
I turn exasperated eyes towards him and started to say "You're such a sneak...", before pausing and faking a shiver as I pretended to smack the back of his head. "Gah! So that's why I felt like I was being watched! Pervert. What if I was playing liplock with a boy, what would you have done, eh?!?"
I sent a secret smirk to her to let her in on my drama queen antics. He sees the action and smirks at her too.
"I'm sorry!" She started to say, "But career counseling ended late and 4th period is about to start. Are you planning on skipping again?"
"You better not. I had to pair up with Ms-Know-It-All when you failed to show up last time," He cuts in, making a face at the girl beside him, "I wanted to pair up with the exchange student!"
She promptly huffs in response. "Whatever."
"Come on, guys," I quickly interrupted, "Let's go back." I walk over to both of them, and we turn around to head back to our school building.
As we make our way towards the building, he is preoccupied with listening to his voice mail, and she takes the opportunity to casually ask, "Are you alright? You're awfully quiet these past few days," She whispers. She tries to mask her concern by rolling her eyes and saying, "Not that I'm complaining. At least I get a moment's peace when both of you don't talk a mile a minute."
"There's only three of us now, of course it gets quiet," I let out an awkward smile, and both of us pause at what I said.
"It's just us now, huh?" She replies, looking straight ahead.
The three of us stay silent as we near our class room. There's only the three of us now; him and her, him and I, me and her. It feels weird, having an unequal number. Where we used to be able to pair up easily one way or another, now it's unbalanced. Like a chair missing a leg. Or a corner of a square chopped off. The change is so drastic that it leaves one feeling like something was stolen from one's self.
The four of us have always known each other's feelings, each other's quirks, fears, and happiness. But you and I, we shared something more profound, didn't we? If we were asked, I would have said that the two of us feel like one soul in two bodies. You cry for me when I hurt, I laugh for you when you feel happy. When we were small, I asked my mom if we could adopt you, so we can be properly siblings. I looked up to you and looked after you and tried to be like you in all the ways that I can, thinking we'll always be together; the idea of one of us leaving did not cross my mind until it was too late, and even then there really was nothing we could do about it. It was out of our hands.
It's only physical distance; you're not here with us, but we email and chat and talk over the phone an obscene amount of time, so it hardly seems like you've gone away. But the distance is evident in the way that I, her, and him hear the quiver in your voice, the slight hitch when we ask how you're doing and you reply with an overly bright "I'm great!", read the unwritten things behind stories of how you found a nice place to stay or when you'll finally start that part time job. The distance becomes something like a rope that's tethering you to us, getting tighter and tighter as we start to drift apart until it finally snaps and it feels like you've floated away.
You were far away before, but it seems like you're gone now. How are you? How is your part time job? The three of us are trying to reach you-- I'm trying to reach you.
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That's it!
ps: I want a new phone :(
Moving on.
I've yet to start the Minutes of the Meeting for an 'association'... I got a friendly reminder in my inbox asking me to send it whenever, but I know she's impatient for it-- it's been like a month since that meeting, ahaha. I'll type it up later, probably (maybe).
Now for the stuff that's taking up majority of my free time: fics! whether it be original fiction or from a particular 'fandom', I think it's eating my brain. More recently I've been writing about real people, as in, pop idols. When I discovered NEWS I was actually surprised people write stories about them. But, I was thankful that my first attempt at reading RPF (or is it RPS? What?) was a nice, funny piece. Some of them were so good that I began having ideas of my own as well, hence the drabble/fics posted here. Anyway, I decided I'd just make this journal some sort of writing journal (?) with the occassional blather about work, real life, etc. Yep.
To cap this off, I'm posting my project-thing again! Let's call it The Project, so it's not confusing. This is MY part 2, but actually part 3 of The Project:
***********************************************
"We thought we'd find you here."
Ah. Even with my eyes closed, I know those voices. My solitude was short lived. Why is it that when I absolutely do not want to be found, I seem to stand out like a sore thumb? As if a switch has been turned on, my eyes keep themselves shut but I curve my mouth into a smile and tilt my head to the side.
"Oi! How'd you both know I'm slacking off here?" I asked, standing up and brushing the grass off my back.
"He followed you--"
"--Did not--"
"--and dragged me with him! We've been standing behind that shrub over there for a long time." She pointed behind her to a row of Santan shrubs dotted with yellow flowers.
I turn exasperated eyes towards him and started to say "You're such a sneak...", before pausing and faking a shiver as I pretended to smack the back of his head. "Gah! So that's why I felt like I was being watched! Pervert. What if I was playing liplock with a boy, what would you have done, eh?!?"
I sent a secret smirk to her to let her in on my drama queen antics. He sees the action and smirks at her too.
"I'm sorry!" She started to say, "But career counseling ended late and 4th period is about to start. Are you planning on skipping again?"
"You better not. I had to pair up with Ms-Know-It-All when you failed to show up last time," He cuts in, making a face at the girl beside him, "I wanted to pair up with the exchange student!"
She promptly huffs in response. "Whatever."
"Come on, guys," I quickly interrupted, "Let's go back." I walk over to both of them, and we turn around to head back to our school building.
As we make our way towards the building, he is preoccupied with listening to his voice mail, and she takes the opportunity to casually ask, "Are you alright? You're awfully quiet these past few days," She whispers. She tries to mask her concern by rolling her eyes and saying, "Not that I'm complaining. At least I get a moment's peace when both of you don't talk a mile a minute."
"There's only three of us now, of course it gets quiet," I let out an awkward smile, and both of us pause at what I said.
"It's just us now, huh?" She replies, looking straight ahead.
The three of us stay silent as we near our class room. There's only the three of us now; him and her, him and I, me and her. It feels weird, having an unequal number. Where we used to be able to pair up easily one way or another, now it's unbalanced. Like a chair missing a leg. Or a corner of a square chopped off. The change is so drastic that it leaves one feeling like something was stolen from one's self.
The four of us have always known each other's feelings, each other's quirks, fears, and happiness. But you and I, we shared something more profound, didn't we? If we were asked, I would have said that the two of us feel like one soul in two bodies. You cry for me when I hurt, I laugh for you when you feel happy. When we were small, I asked my mom if we could adopt you, so we can be properly siblings. I looked up to you and looked after you and tried to be like you in all the ways that I can, thinking we'll always be together; the idea of one of us leaving did not cross my mind until it was too late, and even then there really was nothing we could do about it. It was out of our hands.
It's only physical distance; you're not here with us, but we email and chat and talk over the phone an obscene amount of time, so it hardly seems like you've gone away. But the distance is evident in the way that I, her, and him hear the quiver in your voice, the slight hitch when we ask how you're doing and you reply with an overly bright "I'm great!", read the unwritten things behind stories of how you found a nice place to stay or when you'll finally start that part time job. The distance becomes something like a rope that's tethering you to us, getting tighter and tighter as we start to drift apart until it finally snaps and it feels like you've floated away.
You were far away before, but it seems like you're gone now. How are you? How is your part time job? The three of us are trying to reach you-- I'm trying to reach you.
*******************************
That's it!
ps: I want a new phone :(