It`s pretty fun went to the Drum&Bass party. The music was absolutely kickin ass fo good!!! Drinkin, smokin weeduh, jumpin. hushaushuahsuhausa. It`s cool hang out with some friends, I admit. Vvv cool. I really enjoy it. I think, it was cool cuz it`s with the music. Honestly, I was pretty strange there. Yup right, there were some friends, but when I`m around em, I don`t know why I feel vvv different. What`s the different? Dunno. Just different OK??? I`m different. I think I`m not good, and they all good. And they seemed strange to... the way they looked @ me.
Hey hey hey!!! It was a great party!!! OK???
Smile, smile... :))))))))
Unexpected Reunion
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I felt a cold breeze last night. Rainy season begin, and the rain didn’t stop everyday. I hope next month will be no rain again. I feel cold for a long time. The air was very cold. As usual, I sat on the top of the tallest building in the city, doing my stupid activity, the day dreaming.
The weather was very cold. I never thought that, the night was like the coldest winter seemed happen forever. Suddenly, the wind blew. That’s not the wind, but something. Something familiar, smelled like an old friend. I turned around. I tried to open my ear, so I can hear clearly what was going on around. I walked closer to the tip of the building. I saw the empty street, no one was there. And then, I turned around again. There’s someone I recognize, coming to me. He landed smoothly, smiled at me.
“Sorry to bother you,” he said.
“Hey, not at all,” I replied. He weakened his wings and degraded it a little. “What happened to your wings? It looks…”
“My wings changed colour. Silver is cool, don’t you think?” he smiled at me again, I smiled back. And then I heard a plop sound. His wings had gone of hide. He looked like a normal human after that.
I saw his shinning eyes. I didn’t notice how he could be in this place, found me here. He’s still the same with the last time I met him, looking fresh as always.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
He came in to the right time and the right place that night. I would explain to him what’s going on.
“I think I should move out,” I said.
“I see,” he said, and then he stood up, picked a cigarette. “Moving out?” he asked, gave me the cigarette, and lighted it up after I put it in my mouth.
“Thanks,” I said. “Yep. Moving out.”
“Why?” he asked me again.
“I smell danger around here and this place is no longer save for me, or us?” I replied.
“I found our friends died in the woods,” he said. “They must have been doing some autopsy to them before they threw them in the woods. And the other else must be kept in the hidden places.”
We’re silent for a while.
“How’s the Moesha?” I started new conversation. I hope it’s not the wrong question. If I ask him something, my first question is about him and his kind, Moesha’s breed.
“Fine, like always,” he said.
We’re silent for a while again, and then he started to talk, “I think we should stop writing something about us on the internet. It would convince everybody that we exist. What do you think?”
I smiled. “Hey, the internet is bullshit, though. They thought it’s a made up story, you know that? Are you trying to stop me doing that thing?”
“No, do what you want to do. We’re free to do anything we want. We have suffered enough dealing all of our problems and pretending what we’ve been writing is just made up stories,” he took a deep breath.
“They won’t find us, would they?” I asked.
“They won’t find us,” he said so unsure.
The weather was very cold. I never thought that, the night was like the coldest winter seemed happen forever. Suddenly, the wind blew. That’s not the wind, but something. Something familiar, smelled like an old friend. I turned around. I tried to open my ear, so I can hear clearly what was going on around. I walked closer to the tip of the building. I saw the empty street, no one was there. And then, I turned around again. There’s someone I recognize, coming to me. He landed smoothly, smiled at me.
“Sorry to bother you,” he said.
“Hey, not at all,” I replied. He weakened his wings and degraded it a little. “What happened to your wings? It looks…”
“My wings changed colour. Silver is cool, don’t you think?” he smiled at me again, I smiled back. And then I heard a plop sound. His wings had gone of hide. He looked like a normal human after that.
I saw his shinning eyes. I didn’t notice how he could be in this place, found me here. He’s still the same with the last time I met him, looking fresh as always.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
He came in to the right time and the right place that night. I would explain to him what’s going on.
“I think I should move out,” I said.
“I see,” he said, and then he stood up, picked a cigarette. “Moving out?” he asked, gave me the cigarette, and lighted it up after I put it in my mouth.
“Thanks,” I said. “Yep. Moving out.”
“Why?” he asked me again.
“I smell danger around here and this place is no longer save for me, or us?” I replied.
“I found our friends died in the woods,” he said. “They must have been doing some autopsy to them before they threw them in the woods. And the other else must be kept in the hidden places.”
We’re silent for a while.
“How’s the Moesha?” I started new conversation. I hope it’s not the wrong question. If I ask him something, my first question is about him and his kind, Moesha’s breed.
“Fine, like always,” he said.
We’re silent for a while again, and then he started to talk, “I think we should stop writing something about us on the internet. It would convince everybody that we exist. What do you think?”
I smiled. “Hey, the internet is bullshit, though. They thought it’s a made up story, you know that? Are you trying to stop me doing that thing?”
“No, do what you want to do. We’re free to do anything we want. We have suffered enough dealing all of our problems and pretending what we’ve been writing is just made up stories,” he took a deep breath.
“They won’t find us, would they?” I asked.
“They won’t find us,” he said so unsure.
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