MY DIARY
SENICHISAGA™
ps : biar rapi, nanti gw mulai diary gw pas tanggal 1 januari 2009
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MY DIARY
SENICHISAGA™
ps : biar rapi, nanti gw mulai diary gw pas tanggal 1 januari 2009
aaa...
sialan ketinggalan 2 hari..!!
gw kan janji update tgl 1 januari...
sial... kaknya pertanda diary gw ga bakalan berjalan dengan lancar nie
dah biarin ajalah... lanjut...
hari ini gw resmi jadi premium member di IDGS
buset gw ngepost pagi2 buta
ooo iya gw lupa...
Resolusi tahun ini : bikin minimal 1 aja cerita pendek, trus kirim ke IDGS menulis
hehe...
hari ini gw DL anime banyak bgt...
sesuatu yang dulu menurut gw ga mungkin...
akhirnya bisa ngejalanin hobi lama gw...
thanks to OL net yang udah ditambah bandwidth-nya
gw pingin nulis ceritaaaa......
tapi penyakit biasa gw, ada di otak tapi ga bisa diungkapkan dalam tulisan...****..
somebody help me....
heh...
lagi DL code geass neh...
wkwkwkwkkw
kelewatan 1 hari ga ngisi diary...
ea..ea... GB post
OK...
ini diary gw isi buat proyek cerita gw aj deh...
dah ada cerita di otak gw nih...
plotnya juga dah ada...
moga moga jadi...
amin...
Judul : ........<<< lagi cari judul yang pas
setting cerita :
jepang di tahun 2010
karakter :
ntar aj g update...
men...
3 hari lalu char RO gw kena heck orang...
eq gw abis beserta duid2 gw... ah...
gw lemes bgt dah... walaupun eq ga seberapa tapi itu kan hasil jerih payah gw...
oke deh... gw pikir mungkin itu karena kecerobohan gw dan gw merelakan kehilangan gw itu...emang si pada dasarnya gw ceroboh...
tapi hari ini orang yang heck id gw dah ketauan dan barang gw dah di balikin...
itu semua berkat temen2 gw yang consern ama masalah ini...
hari ini gw seneng bgt...
bukan karena barang gw dah balik...tapi karena masih ada aja orang yang mau bersusah payah demi gw... apapun alasannya dia nolong gw... gw berterimakasih bgt
weq yang romance ya wkwkwk...
loh kok...2 bulan apa 2 tahun nih?
kalo jeda waktunya 2 bulan itu lebih realistik
kalo 2 tahun keknya kelamaan... gw kesian juga ama cewenya wkwkwk...
oke deh gw kasi sketsa kasar aja ya
prolog
story di bagi tiga
chapter :
chapter 1 "first meet second encounter" <<< ini plotnya
chap
bag 1
ini bagian perkenalan tokoh aku. lo bisa ngenalin keluarga teman sirat2 si aku ini
bag 2
ini bagian pertemuan kembali ama cewe itu. lo bisa ngenalin itu cewe dengan cara dari omongan temen 2 si aku tentang cewe itu atau dari gosip yang beredar di sekolah. macam "itu cewe aneh" atau apa kek. kan dia kan punya penyakit psikologi takut ama cowo wehehehe....
bag 3
ini bagian ketika si cewe dan si aku benar2 mengalami "pertemuan pertama" (atau ke dua ya) contoh si aku ngenalin dirinya ke itu cewe atau ada semacam kejadian yang buat mereka ber dua jadi kenalan se pinter2 lo lah
chapter 2 "hurt" <<<<plot...biasa
dibagi 3 bagian juga
bag 1
ini bagian si aku berusaha buat akrab ama itu cewe. disini lo bikin kek 3 atau 4 adegen kecil aja yang memperlihatkan bahwa si aku pingin bertemen ama tu cewe
tapi emah dasar tu cewe dah trauma makanya selalu menghindar
bag 2
dibagian ini ceritanya si cewe udah ga tahan ama kelakuan si aku yang menurut dia ngeganggu banget makanya dia nanya kenapa dia melakukan itu. dn dia jawab karena dia suka ama cewe itu (adegan nembak neee) tapi si cewe nolak karena berhubung dia masih trauma dia nolak
bag 3
ini bagian dimana si aku depresi (wkwkwk ditolak) dan sengaja atau ga sengaja tau kalau si cewe punya masalah ehem... ehem... pokoknya klimasknya dia tau kalo selama 2 bulan si cewe mengalami pelecehan seksual atau apa kek wkkwkw...pikir sendiri skenarionya dan akhirnya dia tau kenapa dia selalu berwajah sedih dan manjauhi cowo
chapter 3 "this is the way I protect you" <<< plot..plot
bag 1
di bagian ini ceritanya si aku udah tau masalah yang dihadapi ama tu cewe kan.
lo bisa bikin si aku ini ngamong langsung ama cewe itu atau ada kejadian yang bikin dia keceplosan atau apalah. kalo versi gw si gini...
si cewe pas mau pulang sekolah dihadang ama beberapa berandalan terus mau diperkosa. si cewe diem aj kek udah pasrah gitu ama nasibnya si aku ngeliat kejadian itu trus nolongin tu cewe selanjutnya adegan gebuk gebukan kalo ngga adegan kabur wkwkwk abis itu
si aku merasa aneh kenapa si cewe diem aja diperlakukan kek gitu, so cewe ga ngejawab. trus di satu adegan si aku ngomong apa si cewe diem kek gini juga ketika di ******* ama ayahnya. trus si cewe kaget trus dia nangis senangis nagisnya sama kek malam hujan ketika si aku nemuin itu cewe pertama kali.
abis nangis si cewe curhat ama si aku... bahwa dia diem aja buat kebahagiaan keluarganya bikin aja dia dulu miskin trus dia punya sodara banyak
bag 2
www.manga.gamestotal.com
link komik...
http://www.kitaupload.com/download.p..._Ch01~Ch02.pdf
darcage... mantap
http://www.baka-tsuki.net/project/in...itle=Main_Page
my behalf of the world...
link fansub animeQuote:
Originally Posted by evangeline
reb3llist Novel
Prologue - Warning, this is extremely boring
I still remember. It was raining heavily. The dark clouds that dominate the skies and the cruelly cold rain that continually bombarded the earth were part of it. My vision was blurred by the thick white fog. I was coming home and went through a shortcut through an alleyway which was somewhat like a conjunction. The alley did not get sunlight at all nor did it have lamps that lighten it up. The alleyway was decorated with urban environment such as black plastic bags and trash bins as well as big dumpsters. In such a depressing day, I never would've thought I would find happiness.
The fog was still heavy; I couldn't see clearly with its thickness. As the fog thickens I just wait with my umbrella held by my hand, positioned to cover my body from the torrential rain. "I wonder when the rain would stop?" I wonder to myself.
Another thought came up,"Why does it always rain on me?" I just wondered to myself. I stood there, looking at the heavy fog, at the same time feeling compelled to remain standing.
As a child, I've always wondered, if someone is sad, would it really rain? Many times, people keep telling me of this myth that if someone is really sad, it'd be raining. Does it really rain when someone is extremely sad? Could you say something like that? I kept thinking that maybe, maybe someone out there, with an aching heart, is crying when it rains. One of 6 billion people could cry at any second in any place. I believed this to be so yet I still haven't had proof. I walked towards the exit of the alley which dully resembled a dim light shining into the darkness of a sad alleyway.
I looked around and saw some shops. Among the shops, I recognized the shop that I called home. I still had my umbrella aloft and felt the coldness that was seeping through the air. I suddenly smelt a scent. It was a weird scent. I couldn't tell exactly what but I smelled it. Maybe it's just me, I thought. "I'm just imagining things in this cold weather" I said softly.
I continued to walk with blank eyes towards my shop. I suddenly found that the scent was getting stronger but died down in the end. I looked around for a bit to find if anything was causing this. I look towards my left and found a figure, on the ground, sitting down in a kneeling position but with the legs spread out. It was definitely a human figure.
I didn't think I would totally believe the cliches and myths of the old but at that instance, I thought to myself that the skies would weep for the human figure.
The girl, looking up at the sky with tears flowing and rainwater flowing over her face as well, started crying again and covered her face facing towards the ground with her hands while she wept. She was a beautiful girl, outmatching anyone you would find. She was the fairest among fairest and the prettiest thing I've ever seen. I suddenly felt compelled to walk towards her to offer my umbrella.
As she continued to weep in a depressing manner, I held out my hand that was holding the umbrella over her head, covering her body with the umbrella and leaving me unprotected from the rain. As soon as she realized that the sky's tears had stopped raining on her, she looked up to find me giving her a smile while crouching. I told her,"You'll catch a cold if you stay like that, y'know."
Her eyes suddenly welled up with tears again and covered her face with her hands again, looking down. I held her hand and pulled it gently while saying,"Come on, let's get up, I live nearby." Maybe that was my considerate side talking and not my romantic side because I would surely have been timid to talk to such a beauty. As I pulled her up gently, she stood up with me. "Let's go." I said to her in a kind voice. I started to pull her arm slowly and steadily so that she could resist if she didn't want to but she followed me.
I don't know why I was so selfish back then, was I selfish? I forced her to come with me and she obliged. I didn't even feel guilt or doubt.
I looked back for a while and couldn't believe my eyes for such a beauty. Her fair complexion - in contrast to my rather darker, sun-tanned skin - was beautiful and her brown hair complimented her even more. Her face was more beautiful than fireworks in a moon-lit night sky and her brown eyes were charming and hypnotizing at the same time. I had to blush while looking at her and hurried to turn my head towards the front to hide it. I brought her to my house and that was it.
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Chapter I - Memento
Subtitle - Another day
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That was 2 years ago, when I first met her in a day of pouring rain and an air of sorrow. I remember it so clearly to this day. Sometimes I could dream these sort of dreams. I wonder why.
As I saw the events of the past unfold right in front of my eyes all over again, I tried to get closer but I couldn't, I knew what was happening. This is a dream, I've seen it before. Yes numerous times before. The dream of a boy with an umbrella offering the crying girl on the ground an umbrella and offered to take her to shelter. Maybe it sounds sweet but I don't know, it was just a spur of the moment thing, I couldn't help myself. It was as if I was driven by this invisible force to help her, as if God wished it to be so.
I see them off as the pouring rain kept falling down ferociously. As the boy slowly closed the door, he looked at me for a while, widening his eyes. I gazed at him as well. I could feel the awfully realistic rain on my whole body. Maybe my dreams are too real for me.
Just then, I heard a ring from behind me. I looked back to find myself sleeping on a bed and that was it. I woke up.
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I awake to a series of alarm rings and bathroom events, such as brushing my teeth, having a shower, sleeping, washing my face and also, sleeping in the toilet. Yes I sleep in the toilet sometimes, a funny thing isn't it?
After the ferocious tempo of the bathroom events, I change my clothes and head downstairs to the table. The house is empty, Mom and Dad aren't here. "I guess I woke up late again," I mumble to myself. I sleepily look at the clock and see the time. "ah, it's 7... hmm... mmmm." I mumble again.
Suddenly, a moment of silence and realization. What time is it again? Uhh.. I can't get it straight. "So this is 7AM..", so what? I don't know what's so stressing about 7AM. I yawn and eat my breakfast leisurely, taking my time. I look up again and find that it's 7.30AM. Ah well, time to go to school.
I grab my bag and hurry out of the house.
Ah the sun is already shining, it's so bright. It's too bright, "Aaah my eyes," I grumble,"meh gotta go to school."
On my way to school, I've come up with many conclusions. The sun is too bright, thus this must be around 7AM. The streets are a bit too lonesome for a morning of school, maybe something's up. Then I finally come to the final conclusion. "Oh sh--" Yes I'm late.
I run towards school while yelling the word **** repeatedly. Repetitious but useful for expressing yourself. My heavy bag doesn't hinder me from running like hell to school.
I run and run and run and run. It was like a marathon but without the crowds. Without the excitement. Without the rules. Without other contestants. Just panic and a feeling of sureness that the runner is late.
Yes, rightfully so, I was late. I guess I can congratulate myself for running my ass off while carrying my science books. That's an amazing feat, I'd reckon.
Out of breath and out of excuses other than waking up late (I set the alarm clock an hour later, mistakenly, sigh), I tell the monitors for the morning what happened and why it happened. Alarm clocks should have some kind of moron-proof sensor to detect why the moron put the time so late. Or maybe a drunk-proof sensor or something.
After explaining to the monitor and filing for a patent on a drunk-proof sensor with the aforementioned monitor, I am told to go to class. Which I did so very promptly.
While heading towards class, I suddenly think of inventions everywhere. Like an automatic toilet for one, or a pocket toilet. Another one would be the portable ink dispenser for pens. How about AI-controlled fly-swatters? A super guitar-flute thing where you can blow the flute on the guitar as well as strum it? That'd be a brilliant bit of device, definitely. Or super-beds that fly to you when you need sleep? That'd be brilliant, and above all.. oh wait, I'm in front of class already.
No, my heart beat doesn't race at being late. My teacher isn't a ferocious beast that'd breathe out fire if someone doesn't do the homework and not as laid back as you might imagine. Smart and a bit clumsy, I guess he's a well-made teacher.
I knock the sturdy door firmly. The teacher turns his head to the window in the door and looks at me. He motions me to get in. Opening the door, I ask,"May I enter sir?" He nods to me and points to my seat with his hand.
I reach for the empty seat near the window that I have been assigned to throughout the year. I sit down quietly and the teacher continues teaching. "Serious business eh?" I mumble to myself, being so influenced by lurking 'teh intarwebs'.
I look beside me and find an empty seat. I wonder why they haven't moved that seat. There's no one there, why bother keeping it there? It's been months since its first day of vacancy and I believe there's still more days to come.
The lesson continues normally, with the subject at hand being physics, the subject I have most difficulty with (I suck big time at Maths, no explanation needed, every normal person does). I glance to my right sometime to look at the empty seat and reminiscence of the person assigned to the seat.
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"Hey Claire!" The young man called out
"Yeah?" The girl turns to her left following the voice
"Do you understand that one?"
"Uh kinda.."
"Umm, help me please?" begged the man
"Well maybe later when we get home."
She was, to his eyes, a cheerful person that has a lively personality. To him, she could've been the epitome of friendliness but not everyone would agree in unison. There wouldn't be hesitations on that fact at all. He acknowledges what kind of girl she is. To him, Claire was energetic and enthusiastic when you get to know her but shy when it comes to meeting for the first time.
He always thought how smart the girl was and always admired her intellect. She was decent in the frustratingly menacing subjects like Maths and Biology whereas the young man struggled in said subjects. He has always asked the young girl to help him in his studies.
Then the bell rang. The teacher announced to the students,"The bell has rung, you may now go home." And most students quickly packed their bags.
"Hey Jules, let's go see the Chess club!" The energetic girl called Claire says.
"Uhh, maybe later."
"Awhh, come on Jules, don't be shy!"
"I know why you're dragging me there, cause you want me to get back to the Chess club right?"
The girl nodded cheerfully.
"Well I'm not going." The boy said.
"Hey Jude... Don't be afraid," The girl sung playfully, referencing The Beatles' famous song.
"Alright stop that one." The boy, with a slight sense of playfulness as well, told her.
"Ohh, come on Julian, Chess isn't so boring.." The girl thought for a while,"Sort of.."
"Never mind, I won't be going. That's my decision, no matter how much the team needs me I'm out."
The girl sighed at him.
The boy called Jules was a surprisingly great Chess player of his school and dumbfounded the supervisors when he first entered. He didn't have that much of a high grade at school but he was so good in chess. It puzzled the mind. Claire on the other hand, didn't have that special flair in chess. Julian, mostly called as Jules or Jude, was only a teenager at the time where he found the crying girl amidst the foggy rain in an unexpected place on the streets in front of the rows of shops at a district. As surprising as it was, it was fate that brought them together.
"Alright then let's just go home, we have lots of homework today, especially Biology!" Claire said with a sparkle of enthusiasm on the homework's.
"Oh God, not Biology again." The boy retorted with shock, which was directionally proportional to the amount or load of homework handed to him.
The day continued normally and they walked home peacefully.
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The only thing I can remember her by is a book she gave me as a birthday present. With that I sigh deeply, thinking hard and long, where she could've gone to and when she would returnt one day, if she could and would like to. I find that I miss her quite much, her liveliness, her sense of curiosity, it's hard to not like such a person.
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Chapter II - Blank
Subtitle - Nothing in my mind
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She was plagued by a lot of personal problems as well but kept a happy face. I have always wondered if that was her natural self, or if that was just a fog that masked a ship from view - hiding her true self. It could be she was a person capable of taking ups and downs very well or if it was that she was too cheerful for feeling down. Maybe she really was hiding herself from us, to keep her friends, always afraid that she'll lose her precious friends because of her dark attitude.
I thought I would blush a lot each time I see her after that rainy day but actually, I didn't blush much. It was so natural around her. When I started to blush, she acted so cheerfully in a way that it removed my shyness and made me smile. She was too much of a pleasant girl to be with, too much that it could be surreal. There was always this one side of me, that was afraid if someone secretly hates me or hides from me. I get that feeling when I see someone talk to me how much that someone hates his/her friend so much although he/she practically called the friend as a friend. How would you feel if you were being talked absolutely badly by someone you think is close to you? Or is actually hated when you think he/she likes you? Maybe it's just me but it was a strong feeling.
One day I would've liked to ask her of her true self. This could've sonded offensive but I refrained from it. Now she's gone. Should there really be any need of asking her that?
Class continues normally and I take my notes. On a few occasions I daydream of this and that, how the refrigerator was invented, how laptops were created, how soft my bed was. Many things, among them, of course was the brown-haired girl, Claire. It was a pity she left. I couldn't ask her many things. In no sense should it be said that I'm in love with her. I just like her, that's all.
The class ends and the recess ensues. I get my lunch box from my bag and walk out of the class. The day is cold so I'm guessing no one's at the rooftop.
Thinking so, of course I head towards the vacant rooftop, a mind of silence and peace would be good one time or another, in exchange for the heat in my body, that's fine.
I arrive at the rooftop. As I suspected, there is no one here. Usually people would be here since this is the school rooftop, everyone would want to eat lunch here but since it's cold at the moment and the air is blowing pretty mercilessly, there aren't many people around.
I walk towards the middle of the rooftop area and put my lunch box on the floor. I immediately sit down afterwards and fall on the floor to lie down for a minute.
Looking up, the beautiful sky reminds me of another time with her.
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"Hey, uh Jules," The girl called him.
"Yeah?" I answered.
"look at the sky," she continued,"it's so beautiful, don't you think?"
"Yeah, it is."
For a moment, we stood still, looking at the distant sky above us. It reminded us of being free. The feeling of teenage laziness creeping up was also there. It was normal. We kept looking at the blue sky covered with seas of white clouds. For a while, I looked to her but she didn't notice. I noticed and thought to myself,"She's so.." Before I knew it I was blushing. I covered my face by turning back and raising my head to face the sky again.
"Hey let's go, we won't wanna be late."
"Oh right." And we started walking, her being in front and me behind her.
We were walking towards a friend's house to celebrate a birthday party and we were walking together towards that friend's house. "Say, Jules.." Claire asked me,"what does the sky remind you of?" I said,"It reminds me of freedom and our insignificance."
"Why?" She asked me with a curious look
"The sky is so distant and large, yet we're so tiny, small and inferior. The clouds up there seem to be moving so freely, it feels like I want to go out there and just float around as well, instead of doing work." I continued,"What does the sky remind you of?"
"Me?" Claire asked. "Well.. actually, yeah, the sky does remind of freedom but when you stretch your hand up high, it feels like you can just reach that sky in the far distance and grab it." While raising her hand up still looking at the sky,"It looks so close yet so far, it's like an illusion sometimes, illustrating that nothing can be as simple as they look - well maybe pebbles are as simple as it looks but not everything - just like this world, sometimes beauty can be such a pleasing illusion, even the past may be an illusion." For a while, her face looked a little gloomy. She turned to me and said in a tone too similar to me,"But that's all in the past now! And I'm in the present, all I need to look at is the future right?" She smiled to me an extremely cheerful and heart-warming smile that made me feel compelled to smile back.
I never really forgot those words. Her past, it was mysterious but her attitude was so much more... the reverse. She never really did reveal her past.
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I still believe she's strong. No matter what. Her cheerful smile did nothing but waver any sense of unhappiness. It was the epitome of friendliness and cheerfulness. I still find it weird that someone could be so open like that and with such a smile.. I felt lucky to have her.
I got up and opened my lunch box. I packed up some left-over pizzas yesterday. Ah well, hot or cold, at least I still have the pizza. I eat while reverting my thoughts on the present day, the past and the future. I would wonder aimlessly about thousands of things. Hmm, maybe I can be a real anti-socialist sometimes. Oh well.
I go ahead and finish my pizza and close the lunch box. I lie down on the floor again. The cold breeze blows on my whole body; cold and not too pleasant. The breeze felt like the cold and foggy rain on that day. I keep thinking about her but I have other friends as well. Shouldn't I move on? Agh dammit, I'm just too..
"Hey there Jude!" A voice called out from behind me. I quickly get up at the call,"Uh what?" I inquired.
"Oh so it is you," said a standing tall, lean and smiling figure. He's one of my closer friends who knows me better. "What's up Dan?" I ask him. "Oh nothing much really, just wondered what you're up to." Came the quick and frank response, he walked nearer to me. "Well, what ARE you doing here exactly Jude?" He prefers to call me Jude, funny that. "Uh, I'm just daydreaming around after lunch. "I said. "Yeah about what?" With a face of curiosity, sometimes he can remind me of Claire's curious buzybody attitude. I laugh it off. "Hmm? What's so funny?" He asked me. "Ah, it's nothing, I was just thinking of the past."
"Really? What do you mean by that."
"Well, the past, like everyone who's been here and all, you know, the good times."
"Ahahah, let me guess, Claire."
I nod.
"Ahahah I knew it!"
The school bell then rings, without realizing the time.
"Oh, it's time already, let's go Dan." I say to him who's still standing,"Hey, help me get up." I stretch out my right arm
With that, he holds my right hand and we pull it together. "Thanks." I say. "No problem." Dan answered.
School resumes and classes resume as well. One day I really should call her or something. It's weird but I feel like something really important to me is lost when she went away. Well, maybe a case of losing an extremely close friend. Yes, I think that's it.
wah dah sebulan ga OL :psad: