Just rants. This is in Hotaru Imai's POV. Enjoy? :)


Whenever I see someone accomplish something I haven't accomplished yet, I get into a bad mood. Whenever I see someone who's better than me, I can't stand it. I just can't stand letting other people get to a higher level of life earlier than me.

Maybe that's why I got attached to Mikan Sakura. She never gets high grades, and she is very clumsy. She never surpassed me in anything I could think of. Well, at least, at that time. You see, Mikan Sakura has surpassed me in a hundred ways more than what I have achieved. I was just to focused on studies, inventions, and every other thing I counted as competitive to realize that Mikan has beat me.

For one, Mikan has made a lot of friends, while I stayed within the circle of my mind. She socialized with peers, while I read a Science Book in the corner. Her happiness blinds her so that she would trip over the most microscopic of things. Mikan Sakura has surpassed me in more ways than I could think, actually.

Sure, she isn't smart nor is she elegant, but she has succeeded in getting rid of the selfishness in her heart. She has made friends with Life and has almost succeeded in shunning Sadness away.

She has done all that, yet she still befriends me. Sometimes, I contemplate if her brain was especially made for her. After all, it suits her perfectly. Me? I don't know. My brain was probably made like everyone else's, but I had enhanced it better than them.

Anyway, I don't even know why I'm writing this. I could never compare to Mikan Sakura. That's probably the point of all this rants. That is all.

Asdfghjkl. This is so not what I expected it to be. Writer's Block sucks. Literally. It sucks all the inspiration from my brain and probably sends it to some alien in another Solar System. Off to make another post~

"I can't believe it!" Mikan shouted, her arms wide open." My friends are all superstars and no one ever bothered to tell me!"

Sumire was wide-eyed. Kokoro laughed. Kitsuneme guffawed. Mochu nearly choked on his hot cocoa (with extra marshmallows). Ruka sat, his mouth hanging open. Natsume snorted. Hotaru stared.

"So?" Mikan asked, walking into the front of the classroom, both her hands on her hips. Her face had not a sign of sarcasm or of humor. She was dead-serious. She was dead-serious about her friends being superstars. She was dead-serious of all her friends being superstars and not telling her.

And she didn't look ecstastic--or anywhere near happy.

"So what?" Hotaru decided to answer, her face as blank as ever.

Everyone stared. Mikan gasped, horrified that no one knew what they had done wrong.

"SO WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELFS??" Mikan shouted, angry at everyone, unaware of her grammar correction

Sumire stared. Kokoro munched on a brownie. Kitsuneme grabbed the brownie from Koko. Mochu levitated the brownie to the air and ate it. Ruka sat, his mouth hanging open. Natsume snorted. Hotaru stared.

"OH, give me that brownie!!" Mikan shouted.

"Can't." Koko said. "All out."

Kitsuneme snickered.

"Mikan," Sumire started, finally." We are not superstars. Whoever told you a ridiculous idea like that? Well, sure, I could be one, but look at these guys," She said, pointing at Koko and Kitsuneme, who had chocolate mustaches. "They are the least bit superstar material."

"But-but--but..." Mikan said, feeling every ounce of confidence melt into a puddle of embarrassment.

"Polka," Natsume said, pulling her out of the room. "We need to talk."

Kitsuneme and Koko snickered as Natsume led his girlfriend out of the classroom. Hotaru ignored everything and proceeded on with her latest invention. Ruka sat, his mouth hanging open.

"What had just happened?" Ruka asked.

"Kitsu stole my brownie!" Koko said.

"Mochu stole the brownie I stole from Koko!" Kitsuneme complained.

"I ate a brownie. It was delicious, man." Mochu said, chuckling.

And this is The End. Yay <3

I have discovered Seventh Sanctum and am very eager to get started on the prompts given to me. This is just for fun, but who knows? Maybe it will turn into a good one!

Prompts: 

• The story is set during a police investigation. The story takes place in the early evening. The story must have a gladiator at the beginning. The story must involve a bag in it.
• A character pretends to be someone else. A character is antisocial throughout most of the story. During the story, a character loses something.

IT'S KAIRU'S BIRTHDAY TODAAAAY~ I made her a gift during Math while our teacher was scribbling on the blackboard about dividing polynomials. It's a nice gift. I think.

Because I am suffering a severe case of Writer's Block, I shall post random drabbles I made up during Math, History or English. Don't worry, I love English, but I can't bear the grammar mistakes my teacher makes (Is she even a qualified English teacher? I don't think so)

So let the Drabbling begin! YAAAY~


What does "to have more care for life" mean? Does it mean that you have to take things more seriously? or does that mean you should care about the events around you more? Or maybe it means that you aren't putting enough effort into everything you do..?

There are lots of faults about me; I, myself, know that. I'm not smart enough, not industrious enough and head-to-toe lazy. I've had lots of experience wherein a friend decides to give me some "helpful advice" about my attitude. It took some really seriously and some, I ignored really seriously. Life is very fun--I, of all people, know that; I've experienced the fun life has. And it has much more to offer.

--End of First Drabble--

A/n: This second drabble is one that I may proofread, edit and post in Fanfiction.net someday. It is about Sumire Shouda and Kokoro Yome.

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Keiko: First and foremost, I got the idea of drawing in Ms Paint from a hilarious blog. So, yes, this post will consist of drawings I made in Ms Paint (They fail; Sorry)  and pictures. :)))

At school, I sit beside two boys, since we have this rule or something that we have to sit beside people with opposite gender.
And I have to deal with the two boys beside me all the time, because they're so noisy and I can't understand what the teacher says with their noise. They keep talking about War Games and stuff and I honestly cannot understand them (though I play Command & Conquer and WarCraft)

They're always getting scolded and to be honest, a girl could get tired of hearing too much sermons. And as if it wasn't worse, the guy behind me started talking to them too. I hate listening to them talk noisily about things I have no idea about--not that I want to join in on their conversation.

At least the guy on my right isn't that bad. He actually listens to the teacher and when his friends aren't bugging him, he reads a book. Oh, and he constantly asks me things too, like "I wonder why the Point of Views in this book keep changing."

And I let him critic some of my stories too.

Anyway, boys aren't always immature. They can act mature if they want to too. For example, a guy can ace tests if they just study. Our valedictorian was a boy and he is mature. He gets high scores on almost all the exams, is our class president, is burdened with a lot of responsibilities because he is class president, is the most trusted student by teachers, is leader on most groups, is part of our school newspaper, and many more. And he still has time for study after all that.

I'm surprised he isn't collapsing everywhere, because I always fall asleep during Math and I am not class president, I am not trusted by some teachers, I am seldom elected leader, etc.

Valedictorian (Left) Me (Right) ^At least my world is colorful

I know a number of boys that can be mature if they want to and immature when they don't.

Okay, I'm done. Let's eat cookies now.

I posted a poem about the same topic on August, but now I decided to make my own.

A/n: It has been a long time since I've started this story, so I might as well finish it. Read part one here.

'I really hate English,' Yuki thought as he came out of the classroom, test paper in hand. He had got an 89 and for him, 89 was a low grade.

'I had 92 in Literature, 95 in Maths, and even higher in the other subjects, but this...' Yuki contemplated, obviously angry, '...this is an embarrassment.'


Yuki shook his head as he tried to get the thought out of his mind and proceeded to the Student Council Room. There, Kimi, Machi and Kakeru were already there.

Kimi greeted, "Ah~! President, good afteroon! Sakuragi-kun is absent today--and we have a lot of work to do! Do you think we can do it?"
Kakeru butted in, "Of course we can! We have Yuki with us!"
"Oh~" Kimi replied, "So, are we going to give all the work to President?"
"Hey!" Kakeru exclaimed. "That sounds like a good idea!"

Yuki muttered, "Irresponsible..."

Machi continued on whatever she was doing and didn't even acknowledge Yuki's presence. But since he was used to it, it was okay.

"Ne, Machi~" Kimi said. "What are you doing?"
Machi said, without lifting her head. "Duties."
"EH~? What kind?" Kimi asked.
"The ones you all are not doing." Machi simply answered.

Everyone sweatdropped and proceeded to their own work. It was hard, but they had to do it. They were Student Council, after all.

While working, Yuki couldn't help but occasionally look in Machi's direction. She was busying herself and ignoring everything else, while Kimi and Kakeru kept talking and fooling around.

"At least they're doing their job." Yuki said.

After an hour and a half, only Yuki and Machi were left. They still had some work to do, Yuki being the President and Machi filling in for Sakuragi.

"President." Machi said.
Yuki looked at Machi, who was facing him. "Hmm?"
"I'm done." She proclaimed. "Would you like me to wait for you?"
"Ah.." Yuki said, thinking. "It's fine with me if you would like to."
"Then I'll wait." Machi said.

Yuki couldn't help but smile. He liked her, after all, so he would obviously be happy that she chose to wait for him rather than leave him by himself. Maybe it's just because it was already late and she didn't want to walk in the hallways--where ghosts were said to reside--by herself.

'Even so,' Yuki thought, 'I'm happy.'


To be Continued.

LAWLZOMBIES

Dear Heart,
It's been two years since I've forced myself to forget him. Isn't that enough for you to wipe him off your cells? Honestly, Heart, you've been really jumpy these days. Can't you see that he doesn't care for you anymore? Stop pumping real hard when my friends tease me about him. My body doesn't need that much blood, okay?

Heart, you do know that your job is just to pump blood, right? You're not getting paid for reacting to his every move. So, yeah, just stick to your job and I think we'll be both fine.

Love,
Me.

A Prince Charming is known to be perfect
A Prince Charming is known to be rich
A Prince Charming is supposed to save you
From an evil, wicked witch.

But my Prince Charming isn't perfect,
Yet he's the only guy for me.
My Prince Charming doesn't own a mansion,
But he fills my heart with glee.

My prince charming wouldn't be able to find any witches
But he's found me--his counterpart.
But My Prince Charming governs a kingdom,
A kingdom called "My Heart."

A/n: Did I just write that? OAO

"Sometimes I wonder how rich people live; of course, I know about their countless money, their beautiful house(s), and--sometimes--their desire to be free.

But we really don't know, do we? We have no idea what these people think about and how their rich minds work. Do they wish to be free, like the ones we have watched on TV? Or are they satisfied with their lives and look forward to every day?

If we just sit here, dawdling and dreaming about asking them these questions, then nothing would be accomplished, so I decided to represent all of us and our unwavering minds and interview one of the richest persons in the world."

What if I hadn't left the group?
Would we still be friends?
What if I never joined the group?
Would we still be friends?
What if I had transferred schools?
Would we still be friends?
What if I was in the other section?
Would we still be friends?
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LOL~ I've been accepting too many tasks, because I'll be having so much time~! Oh well. XDD

So Yeah~ Right now, I'll just be posting some useless drabbles and some glimpses on my life. :)

If you're interested, click on the title.

Interview with Michiko Yamasaki and Jolene Valenzuela. I will be asking them the same questions and I will be posting everything they say here. This conversation happened on Facebook.


What is your favorite quote?
Michiko: "It is always sad to part with those whom you love but your companions will help you bear that sadness."
Jolene: "Great things start from small beginnings."
Have you ever felt alone? Will you share with us how you felt?
Michiko: "YES. I felt lonely and sad...an d bored­ ­"
Jolene: I was kinda annoyed, because no one was around to listen to what I want to say."
What do you think of the novel "The Little Prince"?
Michiko:"The story of the little prince teaches us many lessons(?) (even though I am not finish reading it yet) and every character symbolizes something ­ ­"
Jolene: "I haven't read it yet. But I know what the book looked like."
If you were to die tomorrow, who would you spend your day with? (family, friends, crush, enemy)
Michiko:'Family.....Because I love them more than my friends'
Jolene: "Friends."
Which of your enemies do you most like?
Michiko: "I don't have any enemies­ ­"
Jolene: "Well, I don't have an enemy that I like, actually. But the KIND of enemy that I like is the one who apologizes sincerely"

Answering Random Questions From Random Sites. 

I will be answering questions from different sites.

Click the title if you want to read.

I had low grades and I don't know if I can post as often as before. So, I made this while watching Annoying Orange (Haha, ang layo)


Dear You,

I know I have been in the wrong. I know I was stupid. Correction: I am stupid.

I want to laugh at myself right now, for being so childish, being so oblivious to your feelings.

I know you're mad. I can see it in your eyes when you look at me. Believe me, I have had plenty experiences where I have seen people's emotions in their eyes. I have seen people look disappointedly at me. I have seen them stare at me with sad eyes. Sure, I became sad when I saw that I have let them down, but it felt different when I saw you.

Once upon a time, we were friends. Remember that time? I don't think you do. The trivial things, the small things, the simple things...Maybe they don't mean a thing to you, but they do to me. I mean, they did to me.

I loved you. I really did. Despite the fact that you were just like other guys, my heart seemed to have a small attraction toward you. It all seems stupid now; my love, I mean.

Look at you. You have changed a lot. I have, too. My former enemy is now my friend and he even says that I've gotten kinder. I'm proud of my achievements. I'm proud that I was able to life myself up again from the quick sand of regret that I have been sinking in for such a long time.

But the sinking feeling is still there, you know? It's true that if you experience something sad, you will never be able to forget it. I used to be so naive. So childish and oblivious. I isolated myself from the rest of the class when I wanted to befriend them so badly.

I don't regret isolating myself, because I met you that way (I think). I was quiet. My teacher wanted me to talk more, so she sent me beside you. Were you noisy? You were, I noticed.

I don't know. I don't know anymore. What should I do when you talk to me again? What would I do? But then again, maybe you won't even talk to me.

I was so mean to you. But if I apologize, will you even forgive me let alone, see my apology? I guess not. I don't even know what to feel right now. Should I feel happy that I have moved on?

Thinking about it, there was really nothing to move on about. You didn't hurt me. I hurt myself, because I kept telling myself that you were the one at fault.

I regret doing those mean things to you. Do you hate me? If you do, your feelings are justified, unlike mine. I felt hurt, but you didn't even do anything. I laugh at myself even until today.

Remember the first few days of Grade Five? We were still friends then. You kept throwing paper ball at me. I did the smart thing and when I had enough papers, I combined them all and threw the big ball at you. We were so childish then.

We're in High School now, so I think it's time to forget about the past. I'm going to do just that.

I'm going to forget about you.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do anymore. I just want to get rid of this sinking feeling inside and...I don't know. I just want to forget.

I don't hate you. Well, I did condition my heart to hate you for the last two years. Because, like I said, I urged my brain to believe that you were the one at fault.

Ha-ha. It all seems so silly right now. If I laugh right now, I think I would burst to tears. That's how my brain works. When I try to look alright, I end up crying in the end.

I'm such a crybaby. Mo mother told me to "grow up" today. But that's a different matter.

What I want to say is, thank you. Thank you for not talking to me. Now I can truly move on  forget about what happened. Thank you very much and I'm sorry for being so mean and oblivious.

I remember when I was introduced to the world of Vocaloid. My cousin suggested it to me and showed me a song in Youtube, but unfortunately, I wasn't able to remember it. It was a great song. I enjoyed it entirely. Then my cousin showed me another video. This, I was able to remember. She showed me "World Is Mine" by Hatsune Miku and I was greatly amazed when she told me that the singer was a program.

It took a lot of explaining after I finally figured out what "voice synthesizer" means, but I was eager to learn. After that encounter, I started seacrhing "Vocaloid" in Youtube and eventually came across Rin and Len. I was captured by their cuteness and immediately started listening to their songs. The first song I listened from them is "Romeo and Cinderella."

Just recently, I was introduced once again to another member of the Vocaloid Family: Gumi. Up to this day, she is still my favorite and I enjoy her more natural-like voice and her songs. One of my favorites is "Coward Mont Blanc."

A/n: I wrote this at school while math xD I was just bored and our sir is just talking to the blackboard.
PS: The picture has absolutely no relevance to the story :D




The way adults think amaze me. I haven't really paid much attention to it before, but now that I have, it greatly arouses the curious cat within me. To start, I had a short talk with my motherl last night. It went something like this (the 'something' because I have a very short memory and I'm not certain if this is really what happened) :

Mom: *pacing back and forth* Your uncle's still not here.
Me: Why?
Mom: He's needed at the office.
Me: Why don't you call him?
Mom: No Signal.
Me: Have you tried?
There was silence for a while.
Mom: ...No.

Then she went to her cell phone and called him.

I guess the 'seeing is believing' theory doesn't work on adults anymore. But I don't entirely believe the theory myself. After all, we don't see dinosaurs moving about or atoms or planets going round and round, but you know they do exist and they do do those things.

And, sometimes, as mentioned in Antoine de Saint-Exupery's The Little Prince (I simply adore that book), adults only think of figures.

For instance, if a child were to say, "I saw a maroon-walled house with a marvelous shade and a wonderfully coated roof. Its windows were all high-quality metal and it was all-in-all outstanding!" the adult would not be able to conjure up an image in his mind. But if a child were to say, "I saw a house that costed P5 000 000," then the adult would exclaim, "What a beautiful house that is!"

In my point of view (a point of view is always very essential in giving an opinion, because it is an opinion, which is what I am doing right now), a well-educated child is better than a figurative adult. It's frustrating, actually, to realize that such beings exist in the same planet as I.

Not that I meant to offend adults. I don't mean to offend anyone. I am just simply expressing my opinion--Carrying on...

I pity them a little bit; their lives would be much less duller if they would stop thinking of figures for half of a second, and realize the things that require much more attention.

Like getting a dog.

Adults are also known for putting down the high hopes of children. If a child were to proclaim, "I want to be a fairy~," then the adult would shush her and tell her to study Mathematics and History instead of pursuing her dreams.

What is the use, I ask you, of being a child if not to have fun? If children were not to have fun in their life, then they would just be the same as those figurative adults.