Short ramblings and Crapiola Part One
Heya!
Look at this. I got this in KL hehehe. I’m going to stick it in Marimo soon. Nice eh? It’s a sign with attitude. Right now its on my mirror. 
Chicks rule!
I did the last workout prior to the marathon which is this Sunday this afternoon. When I got back from the gym I did a little grocery shopping and saw a sales promoter offering this soup around. I tried it and it was good! Better than campbell’s instant soup. 
Go on and try it if you’re a soup fan. Or something. One packet has only 68 calories. Its not very filling on its own so you might wanna eat it with bread. I was just going around the supermarket stocking on breakfast. Since sem 2 is starting next week, its good to have breakfast ready. Especially me who is lazy to wake up no less than 30 minutes before class hehehe.
Someone told me I should post my fanfics online. But I’m just so lazy. Anyway, I did this story. I submitted it to the school magazine when I was in form 4 and turns out to be the only English fiction in the magazine. This is a slightly re-edited version of it. Its still the same story, with minor edit from my cousin who was suddenly interested in it. The full story is around 3 pages and a half long. Therefore I will break it into three parts. I would reccomend that if you want to read it (I know you want to hehehe) with ease, copy paste the whole thing into a word document. But either way, I still break it into three parts for the ease of reading. Because I know there are lazy people out there who are just like me. Hehehe.
Right. Now I present to you…
CRAPIOLA - for lack of a better title
Have you ever heard? Of stories. Told when you were young, forgotten as you grow older? It is a story full of magic and fantasy, filled with imagination. I remembered a story my late mother used to tell me as a small child. It was a wonderful story about a race of winged people who roam the skies. A race called the Moons of Phyrexia. The Moons live prosperously on an airborne piece of land called Sky City. My favorite story.
If only I was granted wings like the Moons, I would to fly away into the skies and drown myself in the clouds, relieving me off my troubles. Ever since my mother died when I was ten years old, my stepfather, Michael has been raising me. I never knew my real father. An archeologist, he was said to disappear on one of his adventures.
As I go to school everyday, sitting in the classroom, in the same chair and table, day in and day out. I listened to the teachers, like the rest of the class, giving us ‘knowledge’. ‘Knowledge’ which will be tested on us later during exams. As is the norm, we were given time to worry about the exams first before actually sitting for them. When will this routine ends? And where will it lead me?
I was definitely not the brightest in class, nor was I the worst. I was not entirely left behind and my grades are always above average, but still, that was nothing to be proud of.
I am sick and tired of this boring life.
Does getting good grades a promise of a better life? Are there such guarantees in this world? I suppose not.
So if not then why do people go to school at all? Why do people push themselves to get good grades? Just to please their parents? Perhaps. After all, it is their obligation. I was in despair. I needed a reason, a goal in life. Something to keep me living. After the death of my beloved mother, I have lost hope in life. Michael is always busy but I can see his effort, although he couldn’t possibly show me the same love and affection as did my late mother. I was suicidal. Several times have I thought of hanging myself in my room or jumping off from the third floor of the school building.
I had no real friends, only back stabbers. So why must I even bother continue living?
I would imagine myself sometimes, sprouting handsome white wings, taking me away. Away from my stepfather, my life, everything. And to just keep flying into the endless skies. Oh, what a wonderful life it would be!
“I’ll be coming home late tonight, Kay.” Michael said as he picked up his keys and about to exit the door.
“Whatever.” I replied dryly.
I did not bother to look back and see how my words would affect him. It doesn’t matter. He had custody over me by default. After all, he married my mother and we live in his house.
Grabbing my bag from the kitchen counter, I left for school as usual. I stuck out in the local morning crowd because of my dark blue blazer and black slacks. I attended a private school. The other kids usually turn away at the sight of me, calling me an arrogant little rich kid. What do they know about me anyway? I would have jumped at the opportunity to have their life. I wonder, would a Moon be having this problem?
I sat down on my chair and put down my books. Miss Rose, our English teacher, entered the class. With her was a new student. He was introduced to the class, named Artemis. There was something about Artemis that caught my eyes. Other than the fact that he was named after the Greek Goddess of Hunting, there was something about his raven hair that was as dark as an endless shadow or his night eyes. Miss Rose told him to take a seat and he filled the empty seat beside me. Artemis turned to me, and smiled. I smiled back, rather hesitantly.
“Hey,” called a voice behind me.
I turned around, and saw Artemis beaming. “Hey…”
“Can I sit here?” he asked, pointing to the next seat. It was lunch time and we were at the school cafeteria.
“Sure.” I replied, regarding him curiously.
“Thanks.” He said as he sat down. “I’m Artemis.” He offered his hand.
I put down my sandwich and shook his hand. “I’m Kay. Nice meeting you.”
End of part one. Continue post above.
