*Another daily dose of Myungjong.

*I miss them, and because of tonsilitis, I can't sing Infinite's songs for long, it adds to the tiring week. Sigh...

08-12-14

I’ll never get tired of saying once upon a time, because every moment in anyone’s life is unique. There will never be the same intensity of events, no similar reactions, no same actions. Everything comes and happens just once in a lifetime. Like a movie adaptation shall never be the same as the book where it was born from.

Your scribbler,

This is one weird diary. The pages are all full of writings, of the owner’s thoughts and experiences, yet whoever that is, he or she did not put his name on it, there’s none in every single page.

Did it ever pass his or her mind that it’ll get lost one day?

Then after losing it, how  did he felt? Embarassment? Fear? Just imagining other people knowing my deepest secrets and humiliating stories it gives me creeps already.

But I can’t help myself from reading it.

Seriously.

I think I should stop right now, but, I don’t even know where to start even though I really wanted to return this. Thinking about the place I’ve seen it, I’m guessing he or she’s from our school as well. Aish, I should be doing my book report right now but I’ve spent so much time already with reading this diary first.

No one can blame me though. When you got to choose between a really mysterious diary or Two Gentlemen of Verona, I’d rather read the first one than get stuck with the latter. No offense, I admire Shakespeare, but, I couldn’t stand reading his works that long. I’m lucky enough if I could finish half of it without being distracted and thrown away from my goal.

Well, another page won’t kill me.

08-15-14

I saw him again in my dream.

He glided in the air swiftly, fell into my arms, and wept. Soot covered his grinning face, that I almost believed and held him tighter. It turns out, he’ll just hurt me like anyone else. After a bite on my ring finger, he flew away, laughter echoing in the dim-lighted room.

And feeling the pain finally sinking in, seeing the blood dropping from my wound to the floor, that’s the time I finally woke up.

Your scribbler,

This person is giving me goosebumps I don’t know why. I should just sleep now, and prepare my eardrums to be scold tomorrow for not beating the deadline.

The morning breeze seemed colder than usual, and it made Myungsoo hug himself. He’s  not in a hurry, despite of the unfinished report, he’s used to being reprimanded and put into detention, being one of the naughty students at their school. And he actually woke up earler than usual today, which is not like him, but who cares. He’s got nothing else to do but wait at the bus stop, until something, more like someone, caught his sight.

A pink-haired guy (or is it a girl? He thought) was already sitting on his usual spot so he sat at the other sie of the bench. he looked straight, looking at nothing in particular. Blank. Seeing the same uniform, he concludes they’re schoolmates. When the other looked his way, probably feeling Myungsoo straing at him, the latter quickly transferred his attention to the neglected book on his hands.

“Is there something wrong?’’

Hearing the voice gave him goosebumps for no particular reason. It’s the same tension and dread he feels when he had nightmares. With scream caught up in his throat, he felt his hands getting numb, and before he could run away, he drifted into dreamland.

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“I told you auntie, I should never go to a normal school, I would never fit in. If that’s the reaction I’ll get everytime I speak without the barrier mark you made, I would just induce terror to everyone in this town.’’

“But I’ve made you strong charms right Sungjong?”

“Well, it obviously didn’t work, and seeing this boy’s state, I could have done greater damage to his mind if I sopke longer than five words earler.”

“I’ll find another way Sungjong dear, you’ll be able to live normal like any other kid your age.”

Everything’s in haze at first, and after a few more blink, it all cleared up. He almost shouted after seeing the hanging animal heads on the wall and the unusual trinkets and weird-looking figurines and statues displayed on every corner of the house he was brought to, but when his gaze reached the so-called Sungjong, who’s already changed into his usual clothes and approached the sofa where he’s now sitting, his breath hitched. Whatever fear that took over him earlier, it was erased already, and is replaced by a warm feeling on his chest. He can’t help himself from smiling stupiidly, thinking about how did such a beautiful person like the one in front of him be alive.

Even with the frowning face and smacking of his own forehead, Myungsoo can’t help but admire Sungjong.

“Finally! Now that you’ve woke up, you should go home. It’s near 6 o’clock in the evening already, and sorry if your bag is in a mess, I’ve rummaged through it and find any means of contacting your school and house. I’m really sorry if-“

“It’s fine. Everything’s fine. I’m Myungsoo, and you are?”

“Auntie?! Are you sure you have made him inhale the proper potion? He seriously looks like a lovesick puppy right now, and I’m not in the mood to-“

“Huh? What potion? Are you a witch? That’s really interesting, how about-“

“Aargh! He’s still light-headed, should I just puch him really hard right now and wake him after you found the right potion?”

Myungsoo, despite of  everything he’s heard, still want to attach his self on the skinny guy’s arms, but before he could reach out to him, a woman with long and curly blue-gray hair, that seems to be in her mid-30’s, wearing black skinny jeans and a bright yellow tank top, stood between them and stole their attention from the current conversation.

“Well, you see young lad, you really should go home now. It would be more dangerous if you leave later than 6pm you know. I can’t give you a proper explanation, so you, you’d better get moving now and return to the safety of your home.”

Before he could answer back, a fire brick powder was thrown in front of his face, but instead of sneezing, he felt his eyes got heavy, and he caught a last glimpse on a sighing Sungjong before he totally out.

He woke up surrounded by the comfort of his own room.

And he never resented waking up this much.

If it was the reality, or all part of a really great dream, he decided it’s better if he tried sleeping again. Yet, drowsiness never came. Thus, he ended up reading another 24 pages from the mysterious diary, the image of the pretty boy still haunting his mind.

*Yes, such a cliffhanger, but I got tired and all, you know...

*Please forgive me for my laziness, I want to be more active too. If only watching kpop videos could be an exercise too...

*Anyways, as always, myungjong is love!