And then there was only me!

Five of us started a subject together; one confronted the lecturer, and then there were four.
Four of us studied in the city campus library; one became lazy, and then there were three.
Three of us discussed on Net Present Value; one lost her shoe, and then there were two.
Two of us dealt with great uncertainty; one turned crazy, and then there was only me!

Girl in Pink

A short story by Faris

Walking down the street is her my eyes have been staring at. She is how I describe “elegant”, everyway a man could say, I'm convinced. Her way to walk, her way to laugh, her way to speak, and her way to take a glance, so clear even when I see her from distance. Well, I don’t know her name. I don’t even know nothing about her... just yet. I just know that she fonds of something feminine, explained by everyway she appears. Pink. It perfectly fits her prettiness. In the pink, she looks sparkling that my heart always feels her presence, even if she is hidden from my view.

Girl in pink… that’s what I’ve been calling her in my mind! I want to know everything about her, everything she would want to share with me. And as the time goes, I want her to know everything about me as well, everything she would want to know about me. She loves to smile and laugh. Yeah, she is so cheerful. But still, I want to make her lips stretch wider than they usually do, until she forgets how to cry, or even just to feel a slightiest touch of sadness. I want to protect her from this harmful world -- even they've never stop calling me "weak fry" -- until she forgets how to be scared.

Girl in pink… how untouchable she is. Guys approach her, but none of them can get any closer than just a talk. So, could you tell me who are you waiting for, my Lady? Is that someone for you to share your happiness or your disappointment toward the world craziness? Is there none of them can do you those favors? Is that “right man” hasn’t yet to be appeared before your very eyes? Well, if that's the case, I would never have any idea who's that luckiest man going to be. But I know this for sure, I am not “that” man. Nope! Not yet! I am no one for you, I believe. I’m still looking for the perfection myself -- the so-called self-actualization -- even sometimes I think I might accomplish it by knowing you. But I can’t, I just can’t... Somehow my heart keeps saying that I would be the last man on earth that deserves you.

Girl in pink… what is going on with me? Why am I feeling this way? I’ve never feel it before. So strange! I am surrounded by family and friends, but still am I feeling so lonely. And... what is this? My heart pounds faster and harder everytime I see her. I breathe harder everytime she talks with those men, as if I want to bury them into nothingness. Is this the meaning of “that” word? All this time I’ve been denying its existence, without even realized that someday I would have to feel it too. All this time I despise those couples flying in ecstasy, as suppose this world is theirs. Well, I would dare to lick my spit and swallow those thoughts if by doing so could bring her closer to the bottom of my heart.

Girl in pink... how unbearable this feeling, hurts my heart as if it's going to be bleeding. Ahhh... how I want to let you know that someday I would be "the right man" and gain the courage to yell the words out loud to this mere world: I LOVE YOU!

Globalization

Question: What is the truest definition of Globalization?

Answer: Princess Diana's death

Question: How come?

Answer: An English princess with an Egyptian boyfriend, crashes in a French tunnel, driving a German car with a Dutch engine, driven by a Belgian who was drunk on Scottish whisky, followed closely by Italian Paparazzi on Japanese motorcycles; treated by an American doctor, using Brazilian medicines.



PS: The idea behind this is not originally mine. I quoted it from my lecturer's pinboard ;-p

Well done! Yamaha YZR Paper Craft

Uhm... Actually, it's a bad time to share it, really. It's because I post it late by 2 months off!

I started it by 6th February and finished it by 17th February. But just because I was in a rush to went back to Medan the next two days, I hadn't had a time to post about this. Whatever it was, here I am, showing off the finished work of my Yamaha YZR paper craft model (white).

Is it cool? You tell me. But everytime I see it, I always think I could do it in a lot more better look. Well, it has a lot of weaknesses, but this one big weakness keep bothering me: the colour is ninety-nine-percent "white"! That's just because I was really excited to start it right away even before I found out the way to print picture in colours at my campus' computer.

How did I find out about this stuff? Please read my previous posting titled Paper craft.

So, this is it, my paper craft creation of Yamaha YZR and... enjoy!











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