Explanations

Here you go, for anyone who is interested, if anyone is still interested - my pathetic attempts at an explanation for the ridiculously long amount of time that has gone by without a post.

Attempt 1: Writing 'Won't Close My Eyes' got me feeling a little drained.

Attempt 2: I'm actually a very lazy person.

Attempt 3: I've had exams? I'm sorry, I apologize for even pretending that matters.

Attempt 4: I've been on a technology ban. Well, I needed to rest my eyes so as a result, I was kept away computers or phones or laptops. Well. Admittedly that did not prevent me from watching 57 (and counting) episodes of One Piece so ignore this pathetic excuse-wannabe-attempt-thing.

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Attempt 5: I'm a stubborn person. I will not write if you do not ask me nicely. (Not referring to any of you wonderful readers and since I've been lazy I thank you now for the 3835 pageviews. Each and every view means so much to me. Lots and lots of hugs and kissies. :* I shall stop now.)

Attempt 6: Catch.com betrayed me! :( But I've found a way! (Imagine a chibi me with my fist clenched in determination) :P (That ':P' is intended at you. Yes, you.)

Attempt 7: Aw screw it.

Anyhow. I'm sorry. *hangs head in shame*

Man. I've been reading too much manga these days.

I attempted a novel by the way, for National Novel Writing Month, November (NaNoWriMo for short).

Quite a lame attempt, really. I tried doing this whole psychological sci-fi, speculative fiction sort of thing I haven't tried before. I didn't get very far. But yeah. Next time. *determined*

Anyhow. As soon as I can think of names, I'm thinking I'll put up excerpts from that unborn(*sob*) novel as short stories so hopefully, I'll have something for any of you still interested in reading what little old me has to say. Soon. Hopefully.

And that's that. 

Won't Close My Eyes

It's not something she remembers very well. It's not something she thinks about often. She just knows that it happened. She just knows that no matter what she becomes, this will always be a part of her.

You ask her something about her life, anything. Start with her name, her age, her family. As you get close to her, ask who her first crush was, who her first boyfriend was, how long did they last. Ask her when her first kiss was and she'll name a date and a place, she'll name a boy she used to love. You'll smile and maybe you'll say 'That's so cute!' and she'll smile and the conversation is done there. Maybe you'll talk for a while and maybe you'll meet her again someday, but that there, was the first lie she ever will tell you.

Her first kiss was not a boy she loved. It was a man who claimed to be her tutor. It's not something she dwells upon, but if she tries to focus, she remembers meeting her eyes in the mirror and stubbornly refusing to close them, because somewhere in that twelve year old girl's mind, she had this idea that you close your eyes when you kiss someone you love. She didn't love this man. She wouldn't close her eyes.

Ask her how long it went on, she wouldn't know. It's almost as though her mind has locked this part of her memory in a box and hidden it away in a dusty corner. Ask her when it started, she won't know. She can't remember. All she knows is that he used to ask her to study something he'd just explained, and she would, head bowed over her book, and she'd study while he groped her under the table. Then he'd ask her questions and she wouldn't know the answers and he'd shout. She never cried when he yelled, she stared obstinately back into his eyes.

He'd stop when he heard footsteps outside the door. He was a religious man, someone who taught the ways of God, her parents never had even the slightest doubt. When they'd come in to check on her, he'd be on his best behaviour and she'd say nothing.

She doesn't know why but the thought of telling her parents scared her. Once she was older, she read something on child abuse, it said that the victims feel fear and guilt. She thinks that maybe she was too young to comprehend it, what she felt back then was guilt. She doesn't quite remember those emotions, not vividly, not at all. As though it's too painful to remember. As though her mind is protecting her from herself.
She tried to protest in her way. She'd arrange the table and chairs in such a way that he couldn't reach her under the table. She'd wear two, maybe three pairs of trousers. She'd wear a pair of jeans with a belt. She had wanted to lock herself away, she was angry, but mostly she was scared.

She wonders what went through his mind. Did he ever feel fear? Of being caught, at the very least. She didn't expect him to fear the God he taught her about, he probably knew that all of what he taught was lies. She remembers him whispering that she should tell him if she was uncomfortable, and not her parents. She remained quiet. He kept insisting, he made her walk over to his chair and stand by him and told her again. She nods and he kisses her. She locks eyes with the girl in the mirror.

He had to leave to some place for some reason she doesn't remember anymore and she wished he'd never come back. She wished he'd just disappear from her life, it'd make everything a lot easier. But one day her mother tells her he's back and that he'd called and she'd be starting classes from the next week. And she breaks down and cries. The words coming out aren't coherent. She doesn't know how long she cried, or even how long it took for her to make sense. She doesn't know anymore. But she knows it ended then.

She's not sure how it has affected her. Sure, she's a little uncomfortable with physical contact, but that's probably just personal space issues, she thinks. She doesn't break down into tears when she thinks about it, she doesn't think it haunts her. She just knows that it is a part of her. She was lucky that it stopped with just that. She thinks of all these children, boys and girls alike, who go through this and so much worse and she can feel their pain. All their innocence, all of their carefree childhood, taken away with just one act.

She wishes she could go back in time, and pull that man off her younger self, slap him across his face and rip those hands off his wrists. She wants to hold that twelve year old girl close and tell her that she did no wrong, that she will grow up to be stronger than she ever expected to be.

She wipes the tears off her face and puts her memories back in their box, and puts the box back in its dusty corner. It doesn't do anyone good to dwell upon the past, she thinks as she holds her own little girl close. Her baby brother sleeps in a cot nearby and she thinks she wants to protect them from the world. Put them away in little boxes and shield them from all the negativity until they are old enough to face it. She knows she wouldn't ever deem them old enough, she knows she wouldn't be able to.

She stands up and walks across the soft carpet. She turns around and takes one last look before she shuts the door and walks over to her own room. She climbs into her bed and pulls the covers over her head. As though she's hiding from herself. She doesn't want to be seen crying, not even by herself. She's stronger than that.

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The Bucket List

It started out when a friend watched the movie, 'The Bucket List'. The next day during class, we took out sheets of paper and made 'Bucket Lists' for ourselves. It started out with about 15 things to do and now I've got around 50 on my list, and I think I'd have checked off around 10.

A bucket list is basically a list of things you want to do before you die, i.e. before you kick the metaphorical bucket, and hence the name. It seemed like a pretty amazing idea, you know, keeping things simple(:P), setting your priorities straight, having the big picture in mind. To simply realize that all these little things we worry about everyday aren't really all that important. Like a friend once told me, 'Live each day like it is your last. One day, you're going to be right.'

Don't expect much, my bucket list isn't especially profound, except maybe one or two things like

13. Touch someone's life.

and even that is pilfered off the movie, I know.

Then there are the ones which on completion might give me a sense of satisfaction and maybe feel like I've improved myself somehow like

23. Write a food blog.

31. Learn to play the guitar.

33. Learn kickboxing/taekwondo.

42. Learn Hangul.

51. Own a pair of black, four inch high peep toe stilettos and wear them often.

48. Sing/dance in public.

21. Karaoke.

I'm not sure how number 51 fits but if I have to categorize, it belongs here.

I'm not particularly a shy person in a public setting. As in I can jump up on a stage and talk if the situation demands, but dancing(singing) isn't really my forte. Hence, to step out of my comfort zone, I have number 48(21).

Then I have the really random ones that I put on the list on an impulse and don't want to take off because they're things I did think up at one point. I have family and friends reading these posts so I'm not going to explicitly list them, maybe someday.

Okay, I'm bored. This post ends here.