The other?

It’s funny, I can clearly visualize my teacher singing “Make new friends but keep the old, one is silver and the other gold.”

But this isn’t the case apparently in this situation.

It could be my fault, it could be yours. There’s no need to blame each other.

Your path and my path are very different.

I had fun with you, and I probably poured out most of my heart to you…

But it’s time to say goodbye.

…Goodbye ____.

Is it okay?

Is it okay for me to be tired of almost everything?

I'm only sixteen, not even half way there and I already feel like I've experienced all of what life is supposed to give me.

I feel like I'm sixty.

But I'm only sixteen.

Is it okay?

Being Overdramatic

I keep waiting

And my heart keeps breaking

My mind is a window

On the Night of Broken Glass

A letdown past

Mixed with a fake smile

And habitual sass

The future is dim

The outcomes are grim

And yet I still keep on trekking

God only knows

Why man goes and goes

On with these struggles and tests

Why they keep on trying

To the point of near-dying

And finally break down in the process

Calmness

The forest is lush and green, brimming with merry sparks of life.

I walk on the rarely trodden dirt path, taking into myself the magnificence of my surroundings.

The air is somewhat sweet and finely misted, cool and refreshing.

The wind blows softly through the forest, lightly kissing my skin as it passes.

Above me, the sun is a radiant golden disc, the solitary yet imposing ruler of the skies.

Birds chirp with mirth, flapping effortlessly from tree to tree.

I continue walking, my eyes drinking in the awe-inspiring view before me.

Suddenly, a small white rabbit appears before me. Its white fur is pure and thick, and its ruby eyes cast a brilliant red glare.

I step towards it, hoping to get a closer look.

With nimble feet and a quick mind, the rabbit bounds away from me. I run after it, my hair blowing back like an unruly black mop.

The rabbit hops out of sight, disappearing like a spectre.

I press my heels into the ground, skidding.

And then I am falling.

Below me, I see a gurgling blue river bespectacled with bright green water lilies.

I hit the glassy water with a dull thunk, my bones shattering. Sound reverberates through the air, sending a flock of birds into a frenzy.

Shards and fragments erupt from my body, streaming hot red liquid from its jagged tips.

My body is carried downstream, leaving behind it a murky trail of red.

On the riverbank, the rabbit gently presses its mouth onto the water, sipping so slowly the water seems to be undisturbed.

Once more, all is calm.

Only Love and Sunshine

There once was a flower

Its petals curled and asleep

It sat in the sunshine for weeks and weeks

But did not unfurl

A bee came along

And sat on the flower

And on it sang a little song

But the flower did not blossom

A little girl came along

And took a picture of the flower

And basked in its beauty for hours

But the flower did not open

The flower stayed closed

Tightly curled as if in death throes

But the world had other plans

A gust blew gently on a rose

And the rose bent under its flows

Until its red petals sat on the flower’s stem

Like a head on a shoulder

And the flower unfurled

Better than ever

A magnificent portrait

Of fantastical wonder

A magnum opus of nature

Like no other flower

One of a kind

Beautiful in its own right

Here

The sky is a painterly whitish-blue.

Wispy clouds spread themselves against the vast expanse of the sky, almost like afterthoughts.

Sunlight gently touches the world, casting a dream-like haze onto the landscape.

A cat struts up the sidewalk, slowing down at each house it passes, turning its head to gaze at the architectural wonder.

The trees move back and forth as if conversing with each other.

My heart beats in my chest, but my soul is in the sky.

I want to leap out the window and drift upwards.

I want to leave.

I want to sit atop a cloud-kissing mountain and breathe in cold, refreshing air.

I want to lay on a grassy hill and stare as a flock of birds flutter past me.

I want to stand on a cloud and gaze up at a full, radiant moon.

I want to be anywhere but here.

AP Chem

Crap.

You know things are bad when your Chemistry teacher says:

“The average score last year was about 10% better than this class’s.” after an exam.

“That should make sense. It makes sense to you right?” after solving a problem.

“I’m worried about this year’s class.” to a former student.

...is it too late to drop out?

For Apel

These people bicker and fight over conflicting viewpoints. They stand valiant whilst vindicating their beliefs. Any attempt to restore order is met with equal resistance to keep anarchy. All the while, the society searches for a common enemy, a scapegoat, a target for the people's anger. Someone with power. In their eyes, all the problems of the world can be pinned on a single individual. This classroom, this tiny room in the middle of the country, represents society and its inner workings to a near perfection. A clone, one might say. Few people agree on anything, and the anger continues to rise. Yet here, on the brink, I observe the downfall of civilization. A neutral entity, who's only purpose is to record the actions of others. To set in stone the events that led to cataclysmic failure. In this classroom, a new breed of society is formed. A future generation of American citizens.

And so the seeds of chaos are sown.

Two

Last night I thought of two interesting one-shots that I could possibly do later in the future when I'm bored with my on-going or my collections of fairy tales based ones.

-Jessica and Yuri take the same train, sit in the same seats across from each other, at the same time, doing the same thing, and that is thinking of each other. However they are total strangers (both nicknames of each other is something along the lines train-girl related), and the small time they have with each other when they sit on the train together is all they have. Might make Yuri an athlete and Jessica a promiscuous girl.

A scenario: They meet accidentally as some random place, get to know each other, sex, drama, happy ending. Bad: Redundant.

B scenario: They meet accidentally as some random place with a friend of Jessica/Yuri and that friend is interested in Jessica/Yuri so the friend (Taeyeon or Tifany) wants to meet up with Jessica/Yuri. Love triangles ensues. Bad: Can become an on-going and redundant.

C scenario: Something happens on the train (hostage situation maybe? lol), Jessica is scared shit (lol) they sit together, while waiting they talk to each other. Action, a cup of coffee at the end, sex, drama, happy ending. Bad: Odd, just plain odd and redundant possibly.(lol)

-The other idea is from Tiffany's POV about Yuri, who is Jessica's girlfriend. Idea is from Rick Springfield's song Jessie's Girl.

So what do you think? Which scenario or any ideas you want to share? xD

Ps, steal my ideas and use them on Soshified, no matter how redundant they are, and I will report youuu. >:x

Just so you know.

My friend(s) may be crazy, annoying, noisy, unreasonable, frustrating, materialistic, foolish, odd, and downright outrageous, but even you, who I think is pretty chill and who I hold in high standards for don’t even have the right to bash my friend(s) in front of me. There's a reason why I'm friends with them that you will never understand or just not willing to.

So please, the next time you complain or insult them in my distance, I’ll either tell you to stfu, or… tell you to stfu. Oh, and shove a foot down your throat. If I can.

Kthxbaiiii. :)

Bottle

Yesterday as I walking toward my class with a friend there was a girl who passed me. But before she did, she took out a water bottle from her bag and bluntly threw it into the bushes right in front of me and other people. It was shocking, for even the stuck up preps or people who barely cared about the environment would at least attempt to throw their stuff into the closest trash can. (Try, anways.)

I don’t know whether to be angry by the fact that she publicly littered in front of my face or that I didn’t even stop her and make her throw it away. Of course I did rather loudly say “What the hell?”, that wasn’t enough considering I’m still remembering it right now. I wished I confronted her. Maybe I didn’t want to draw attention. And what would I say? “Hey you! Pick up your bottle that ain’t no trash can!..Yeah.” Then if I succeeded, I’d be called the crazy recycle girl by bystanders. Um yeah. Rather be remembered as the girl with the long last name thank you very much. And it’s funny, I seen people litter before especially my friends who I asked to throw their stuff away and they didn’t, but that never affected like this. It’s a mystery to me.

Point is, I guess I should have done something. Or someone should have. That bottle is still lying in that bush today, right now. Maybe if I stopped and went to get it, even if I didn’t to confront the girl about it, this sinking feeling of guilt wouldn’t be here right now at all.

Hello

Third blog. Still using my first one, a Tumblr blog cause my friends still use that one, second one Wordpress that I'm not going to use because...it's just icky. Hopefully I won't have any problems with this one. ;)