My Personal Oracle

Hey guys :D So, the other day my friend Dahneersha told me about her dream about me. Her dream about my future, to be exact. It is arguably the best dream involving me that I've heard of, so I would like to share it out here.

Danny said that first, she entered a gift shop. She said that the gift shop was really beautiful, and it sells ornaments and handmade notebooks and everything is so pretty and the shop is packed with customers. Then it turned out that I was the one who owned the shop. I was standing in the middle of my shop and she said that I had a body shape (hahahaha) but I still looked the same and my haircut was also the same. The best part was, a man was standing beside me, and he had his arms around my waist. And I was wearing a wedding ring.

Danny then said that she didn't say hi to me but instead merely watched from a distance, and in that moment, she said that she was genuinely happy for me. I smile every time I think of her dream.

Wow. Married and successful with a job I actually love. That's basically my dream come true.

Well, let's hope that one day, her dream will become my reality. *fingers crossed*

Bits and pieces put together

P/S: Every paragraph in this post is a random thought of mine. They are not related to one another.

Many years ago, when I was a child, I had a dream that everyone around me, my family and friends, turned into zombies and all of them tried to catch me and kill me. But the worse part was, none of them recognized me. I was lonely and scared and woke up crying.

That day a senior of mine posted a Facebook status to thank Manchester United for making her boyfriend happy. Personally I think that's really sweet.

I recently discovered how dumb I have been all along. You see, since I was small, I'm more of a ballad person, and not a huge fan of rock music. I found them annoying and noisy and meaningless. But now, I finally understood why my friend 'Alva' loves rock music. It makes you so high, it's so loud it drowns everything around you and all you wanna do is move your body to the beat of the music and ignore the world.

My friend Dahneersha and I - being the idiots we are - are worried about one thing, that is, what if one day both of us get a boyfriend, and we end up getting sick of him?

My fatal flaw (hamartia) is believing that everything will eventually turn out okay. I believe it so much that sometimes I don't even bother to try, to work hard. Just sit back and relax and wait for things to fall into place you know. As an example, for my exams, I'll convince myself that I do not have to worry so much because somehow my grades will turn out acceptable. This happens every single time and my grades are dropping and yes, it's worrying.

Fictional characters are so real, and yet, nowhere real enough.

I can't figure out what I want to do with my future. I'm already seventeen, and it's time to decide which university to attend, what course to take, but no, I can't make a decision. I wanna learn psychology, but open a gift shop or a shop which sells notebooks, but I'm also fond of charm bracelets and elegant accessories, but I also want to be a part-time actress or shit like that. I'm illogical, not serious, and my acting is really awkward to begin with.

It's my last year in secondary school, and I'm starting to regret a little, because in five years, I joined so little activities and competitions. And for 11 years in school, I was never once a class monitor, a librarian, nor a prefect. I have hardly any experience to talk about.

Finally, I want to confess that the dark side of me has the tendency to look for people's weaknesses. Not all people, but those who do better than me. I suck like that. Instead of trying to improve myself, I look for their weak points to make myself feel better.

And one more thing about me: Sometimes I do not sympathize.

The Prank Wars

Words can't describe how much I love this video I just- omg it's so precious.

The Plain Brown Horse

Hey guys. I have just done something which I was not supposed to do, considering that I have homework and projects to finish up. But I figured I should write this down and get it done with. I just came up with a one-shot/fan-fiction for the O'Wanda otp, but I would like to apologize because the Wanda here is nothing like the real gentle Wanda in The Host. I hoped you would spend a few minutes to read it and I hope you'll like it and leave a reaction or a comment, maybe? :)

            “You sure you wanna do this?” Ian asked.

            “Yes.” My voice was small but firm.

            “Let’s do it then.” He squeezed my arm reassuringly.

            We crept around the hay stacks, hiding from the man who owned the abused horse we’re trying to free. The man was so tall and huge and muscular he could almost pass as a giant. He scared me, but Ian’s presence calmed me down. The man’s back was facing us and he was sharpening his spear. His brown horse stood a few meters away from him, whinnying. The horse had bruises all over his body, and his ribs stood out like he was anorexic. He was even limping. I wanted to take him in, but Ian said we don’t have a proper place to keep him. Plus, our food supply is scarce. The harvest season is in two months time. I just hoped that after we freed the horse, he’d be able to find a new master who would take good care of him.

            Ian mouthed “now” and we moved towards the horse quietly. The man did not notice us. Ian and I started removing the horse’s halter and chains. I did it clumsily, but Ian did it smoothly and easily, like how he always moves. However, the chains were rusty and rather thick, and they were tied around a pillar several times. Ian scrunched his forehead and tried untangling the chains without making any noise.

            He was at the two last rounds when the huge man suddenly turned around. We froze and watched as his eyes widened processing what were we doing.

            “HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE-”

            Ian quickened his actions and released the horse. He patted the horse and whispered to him “run”, then turned to me, grabbed my hand and dragged me forward. 
           “Looks like we got busted, Wanda.”

            We ran north and turned to see that the horse was heading east. The man chased after us holding an axe.

            “COME BACK HERE YOU PATHETIC KIDS!”

            “Don’t look back. Just keep running.” Ian held my hand even tighter as we sped up.

            We passed several junctions until we were sure we lost the man. We didn’t know where we ended up but we were too tired to care. I've learnt that in this area we live in, it isn't really that difficult to find our way back home.
            Home. I liked the sound of that. In thousands of years, I never had a home. A family. But now I do. With Melanie and Jared and Jamie and Uncle Jeb and all the rest. With Ian.
            We collapse to the dry ground and leaned against a brick wall. Ian was panting hard. I wish I had water for him. Sweat trickled down his face but he still looked good. Ian always looked good. Better than all the other humans and creatures I know.

“We saved a life.” Ian flashed me one of his crooked smiles which I love.

“You did. I used to be a horse, few planets back, so thank you.”

“You never told me that. You must have been a beautiful pegasus.”

I blushed. “No I wasn’t. I was just a normal dull horse like the one earlier.”

“That doesn’t do you justice.” He leaned down and kissed me. Melanie taught me a sentence to describe this human emotion, that is ‘having butterflies in my stomach.’

We broke free. I noticed that our hands were still tightly entwined.

Ian noticed where I was looking. “I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon you know. You’re not a horse anymore.” He grinned.

“You stupid human.” I leaned my head against his broad shoulder. We were both sticky and sweaty. “You stink.”

“You too,” Ian replied.

“I don’t care.”

“I don’t either.” He sighed. “Looks like we’re stuck with each other.”

Jake and Ian

Went to watch The Host today. An indeed beautiful movie. And I think...I'm in love with both Jake Abel and Ian O'Shea.

Ian and Wanda is one of those most perfect OTPs. He's so protective over her and he was Wanda's first reason to remain on a planet. I ship them so hard and was basically crying throughout half the movie.

Anyway, Jake has a fiancee, Allie. And I read on Twitter that before his kiss scene with Saoirse, he sent Allie a bouquet of flowers with a note saying, "To the only girl I ever want to kiss."

Well yeah. Guess I'm being greedy for loving these both amazing men. Allie is so lucky. I hope she makes him happy and takes good care of him.

(P/S: Don't miss The Host. Ignore what the haters say. The movie is beautiful. Oh and bring along a packet of Kleenex)

Connor

Before you begin reading, I would like to let you know that this is purely fictional. When you've been single for as long as you remember, there are side effects like imagining scenes in your head and well, you get the idea. It's just a short story, but I hope you will like it as much as I do.

     I was at the movies watching Sea of Monsters with Connor. He sat on my left nibbling my popcorn. His hand brushed mine now and then.
     
     Suddenly, there's a scene where Percy Jackson was panting and sweating and injured and he looked at the camera seductively (for me anyway).
     
     And so, the fangirl in me got unleashed. "Holy macaroni Logan you're a sex god."
     
     Beside me Connor frowned and crossed his arms. "Hmm. Choose. Me or him?"
     
     I looked at him trying to contain a snicker.
     
     "Logan, of course." I smirked and reverted my eyes to the screen.
     
     "Whatever," he grumbled, then stretched his slightly muscular arm behind my neck, placed his palm on my head, and slowly rested my head against his right shoulder.
     
     I heard his breaths and after a while we were breathing in rhythm.
     
     "You," I whispered. "Every time."