Fun, um, fact. I guess.

My brain stops working when the clock hits 8. No matter how important the task is, how crucial my need of knowledge is, when it’s 8 p.m. My brain closes the thinking section.

Just because I feel like posting it. Just because.

Me and my―

Today, suddenly:

“I want to punch him so hard right on the face and at the same time, I want to apologize to him.”

“Pardon me?”

Let’s call this friend of mine as Mike. So, Mike has a friend, let’s named it “Jordan” [Let’s combine them up and you got Michael Jordan. I can’t think of another name] . They’re both my classmate. Jordan is a jerk, a bully, the most childish person in my class, and up until now, I wonder how in the world he could get himself a girlfriend. Mike has this big red stamp on his forehead, that very looks like “I’M FREE, SINGLE, AND BULLY-ABLE” sign. Jordan is a psycho, and Mike is a masochist. I’m not exaggerating it, because even he was splashed with Jordan coke, or beaten up until his arm turns blue, he still keep his calm.

“I don’t want to have a bad relationship with him, or anyone in that matter.”

Which always responded by my friends like:


“What are you, idiot?”

“What a stupid reason.”

“Yep, agree with you, buddy. That’s stupid.”

“Are you serious? Man up!”

“You’re just too naive.”


Trust me, we mock him because we love him so much. He’s funny and we all treat him like a little brother. He’s not a coward, he just love peace too damn much. And we silently agree that the bad boy here is Jordan, but no one makes a move to tame this stupid wild puppy, because they got tired already before they got do so. It’s like talking to a five, while Jordan acts like four. Seriously, you are a senior in this high school, so act like one!

And like I wrote up there, today Mike said something that sounds so scandalous for me because it was said by him, of all people.

“You remember the time we passed each other in the corridor? The time I asked you to pass a message to Jordan?”

Of course I am, because the message I should passed was that famous four letter word, and I happily passed that to the said person.

And so I asked, “Things happened after that?”

“Things happen.”

Apparently, he bumped Jordan on the way to class and surprisingly turned his thigh blue. You got a hard kneecap right there, man, I tempted to say.


“He ignored me. But he acts normally to others.”

What are you, a dumped boyfriend? Is it just me or he does sound like heartbroken? My heart did a quick march inside my ribs.

“He’s my friend after all.”

… or maybe that was just me and my fujoshi antics. My bad.

“But you still want to punch him.”

“Hard. Yes.”

“And at the same time you want to apologize for injuring his ankle?”

“I do.” Man, I so wanted to say that he was a complete idiot.

“So apologize to him, if he still ignore you, punch him.”

A complete 10 seconds, then, “Humor me.”

“What the hell?”

“I’m a wreck now, humor me, sister.” He we goes with the little brother antics.

“Do I look like a standup comedian to you?”

“Well, no. You definitely don’t have the sense of humor.”

“Dude, you flatter me.”

Sometime after that, right behind me.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Then Mike jumped from the desk behind me, hop to sat beside me, behind us was Jordan. I quickly closed the kurobasu fan fiction I’ve been reading.

“I shouldn’t keep up with you anymore.”

Uhh, what?

“Hah?” Jordan sat behind me and Mike.

“I should have just punched you.”

“Are you sane?”

“ARE you?” Mike replied with all his power, I think.

“Weird.” And with that, the bully left the stage. Mike put his head in his palms.

“Good work,” I muttered, back to reading the fan fiction.

In the meanwhile, in my head:

Yep, definitely a BL. At least that sounded like lover’s quarrel. Love-hate relationship. All right. 

Leave it to me and my fujoshi antics.

If crush isn’t only about looks (and fate?)

It must be about how you react with others.

Yep, right now i’m on holiday for the next three weeks. I hope I can jump with happiness or something lamer, but this one pack of math exercise prevent me from embarrass myself. Yeah guys, I’m in my last year of high school… i don’t need your congratulation, and don’t ask me which university I want to go. Mind your own business.

Nuff with the stress-making topic, that’s not what I want to tell you anyway.

So my senior in school invited me to some evening walk just now, and since my Mana Khemia CD (and the other’s too) is broken (I’ve been playing it since i was in junior high until now–and i’m not even close with ‘finish’, thank you very much) so I pretty much thought that it was a good idea. If I refuse it, the other option will be spending my evening with my math homework. Dammit, I deserve some rest, don’t you think? I’m not suppose to work my brain in my quality time! What if it turns into a mush the time the school starts?!

Me and my idiotic ramblings…just ignore it.

This senior I’m talking about, she also bought some snacks ( i remind you, this is a walk, but I still accept it if someone brings consumption) and I thought “this can be any better”…before she started to talk about her crush.

No, this person she talks about isn’t my crush ( if I do have one).

So I’ll give you the clue (yet I don’t want you to know about this person, you better don’t). He is my one year junior, so that means two years apart from my senior. I don’t want to say some cheesy line like “love doesn’t care about age” because in my place, it does matter. Talking about norms and image always give someone a headache. But no, she also doesn’t think that matter matters.

And no, I won’t talk about it either.

My classmate has a crush on him, my senior has a crush on him, his classmates has a crush on him, he becomes teacher’s favorite although his not that smart (not to be rude, you know what I mean). And even i like being with him, I just enjoy it, not like as in “i love it and look forward for next time” -.-

Is he a stud?

Nope. I think the others think so too, because I’ve never heard a single thing about him being one.

Is he smart?

Just the average.

What type is his car?

If you consider a bicycle as a car…

How’s his body built?

Just like another male character in the anime; thin but damn so tall. Don’t you ever think about a six-pack.

So you think what’s worth it about him? Based on what I’ve heard is the atmosphere you get when you’re around him. I don’t know if this just some poetical feelings from his fans or the fact, but yeah, the best thing about this person is his attitude.

Not so strict but not a flirt. Not too far as if we’re an epidemic but not too close because his logic works under “six degrees of separation”. He makes fun of you but he stops before it reaches the line. Not so honest but yeah, this is a human we’re talking about, hypocrite is what we are. The thing is this person understand what the others talking about and he knows how’s the best way to respond it. Just a little, tiny, invisible thing that makes me lend my ear to many people who need someone to listen.

The thing is: we girls don’t care about your looks, how much money you have in your wallet, the cars you have, the six-pack you hide under you clothes, the love message you send, the song you sing, how many followers you have on your twitter, how many people who adores you. As long you give us this feeling of comfort (not financially, duh); you’re in the list―hey, you’re not the only one!

And don’t ever think that we only talk about clothes and boys and what should we wear in this season, we’re not that cruel (and my friends told me that talking about mode with boys could never be fun->so we try to search another topic) . But never judge yourself as the right one.


You got the widest paper in your head

I hate biology. Or anything that consist of soooo many things to remember.

I can’t do this. I have to write it.

Can’t. Too little space.

Need more. A paper I can use to write everything, from the basic until the very detail.

Everything. There so many much to remember. Just reading won’t give me much.

Paper! No space. I can’t write it there. No detail.

Wait. I have one. The biggest one, so wide I can write everything there, so clean I don’t have to use my eraser, so light I can bring it everywhere.

My brain.

I clasped my hands. God, may I remember all things I read, may I never forget what I wrote in my brain, sincerely, your perfect creature.

I may get my ass kicked out the class if I failed this one.