Colours

It used to be red. Ruby red like the jewel and more. Its temperature warming her inside, blasting heat from the uncontrollable energy it conveyed underneath the thin, scribbled layer of love it was wrapped in. Unbelievably stunning, old fashioned writings so neat, as if measured, calculated, carefully drawn majestically on her love holder won war over the unarranged, painful scribblings that although less relevant stood out like thin metal needles dipped in cyanide, ready to defend against yet another intruder.

It is now black. Black with anger, black like death, so black that it stole her breath. It is now a cold, colourless, perpetually rainy place where the radiant, passionate feelings judge used to be.
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First comments:
Ruru: Is it descriptive enough?
Cliff: It's sickly descriptive.
Ruru: Good good.
Cliff: What's a love holder and a feelings judge?
Ruru: Her heart.
Cliff: Oh... you completely lost me there.

Cliff's a completely factual person that does not get literature and Mr. Copson's "doings" at all whatsoever. I love that about him. I show him every single one of my writings because his comments are golden. =) Cliff's ze awesomeness.

Welcome Home, I Missed You..

Hello England. Again.

My parents don't approve of my new phone. Ah well. Tough.
If you can't understand my crave for technology, then that's fine. But don't expect me to stop it just like that. It has nothing to do with you, i don't make you pay for it. It's something that makes me happy, and it's sad that you don't get that. You have no right to make me feel bad about it.

If i talk to my parents, i have to do it with one at a time, because otherwise i might just end up very angry/frustrated/sad or all of those mentioned. With Cliff i talk about photography and important things. On the other hand with mom i talk about taekwondo or anything else that is not serious. But if i talk to them both at the same time... we talk about me. And that's awful. They give the full-on "we were kids too, we have made the mistakes before you" yeah yeah yeah! OK, let me make mine and stop directing my every move. Then they wonder why i'm turning into a grumpy typical teenager.
Sheesh, parents, eh?

On a happier non-complaining note, i went back right into full blast Taekwondo training. Free sparing today too, fun fun fun!! Also grading to be expected this next week. =)

Since i've been gone for so long, let's do some english essays Ruru, shall we? Yes, we shall.
LOL, make Mr. Copson proud.

P.S Motherland2008 pictures coming ASAP after i finish my english work.