This is a story i made not so long ago. hehe i don't even know if this is a story or what but i hope u enjoy reading cause when i made this, i'm just happy doing it, cause it entertained me, i'm not doing anything on that time. This is supposed to be a love story but i don't know what happened haha.
OPPOSITE
This is a story of a girl who acted completely opposite on what a normal human should react. I am thinking if I will abandoned my thoughts thinking that she's an alien. When you tried to make her sad, she'll be happy. When you tried to make her happy, she'll get sad. When you tried to annoy her, she will treat you as her buddy. When you tried to be nice at her, she will find you suspicious. When you frightened her, she will look for more frightening things. You might think that she's very predictable cause if you would like to make her sad, then just simply make her happy. But her wild imaginations could always think of something that nobody can foresee. For you to understand it well, jut continue reading. You might find this interesting or might find it not interesting. You think whatever you'd like to think. You have the freedom to feel whatever you'd like to feel.
"Halimuyak," the teacher said.
"Yes, Sir?" Halimuyak answered.
"Your story sucks! What kind of plot is this? Repeat it!"
"Sorry Sir," Halimuyak replied as she get her papers.
"Kaldero!"
"Yes Sir?" he answered.
"Who named you?"
"My Mother"
"She named you Kaldero?"
"Yes Sir. Why?"
"Change your story!"
"Why Sir?"
"CHANGE IT!"
"OKAY"
"Look at them, why are they shouting?", Dodong whisphered to Dodang.
"I DON'T KNOW!," Dodang shouted.
"Yes Dodang?" the prof asked her as he got her attention.
"Why are you shouting too!!!!", Dodong told Dodang.
"By the way Dodang, your story are copied from a Disney Story Snow WHite and the 7 dwarfs! You didn't even change their names!" the prof complained.
"What?! He found it out!"Dodang uttered.
"The story is too common Dodang!" Halimuyak said.
"You should have think of something that is not common!", Dodong said.
"Like Cinderella!", Halimuyak suggested.
"Idiot!" Dodong said to Halimuyak!
"All of you are idiots!" the prof started. "I didn't tell you to copy a story from somewhere. I told you to make a story! Your own story!"
"Sorry Sir", the three apologized.
"And finally...Sayo"
"Yes sir?"
"Your story, as usual....."
You can hear drum rolls though you do not kno where it is comming from.
"Your story is fabulous!"
Kaldero faced the camera, "of course! they are both weird!"

That's the girl that I am talking about, Mag-ensayo. Her nickname is how the teacher called her, Sayo.
"For your last novel this semester, you will make a story about romance. I will give a highest grades you'll ever had to whoever will make a story about love."
Then everyone, even the professor, were all blinded by the shining eyes coming from this fabulous writer. You can now predict, that she is willing to make a story about love.
In front of her laptop, a girl wearing a red cape appears!
Sayo faced the camera, "What do you want? You think I can not do this?" Then she faced the monitor and open her notepad, started typing.
"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! My plans are the following...stalk a couple!"
The following are her thoughts...
She is stalking a couple in a park. While the couple are sitting on the bench, she's standing beside the tree, with a mini notebook jotting down her observation.
She writes, "The guy whisphered something at the girl. The girl smiled at him. The guy held her face and started..."
"AH! no! I couldn't watch this scene", she said as she get out of her imagination.
"Next plan...", she types. "Instead of stalking and seeing unappropriate things why not have an interview with a couple?"
Going back to her thoughts. She approach the couple on the bench and started asking them questions while holding a microphone.
"So tell me something about yourself. When did you started falling in love with eah other?"
"NO! As if that they will share such a personal information on a stranger." she said as she goes out her imagination. "Maybe I couldn't do this..."
She look at the window and watched the flying birds across the sky.
"Of course not!"


She went to her school and sat on the field. And started pulling of the grass from its roots. "Ahhhh!!! I'm running out of ideas!!!!" she complained.
Then she saw a guy watching her from the bench not so far on the field. When the guy knew that Sayo caught her, he started to look at the sky, pretending that he didn't see her but the guy couldn't stop smiling.
"Geez, what does he like?" Sayo asked herself. Then she started moving for her class on that afternoon.


As she gets inside the classroom, she could hear the noise from her classmate while waiting for their professors. She ran out of ideas and looks like her soul already parted her body. She sat on her chair then lies her face on the table as she glared on the window, but someone is blocking it, and started looking at her seatmate.

"Hey, remove your face, I couldn't see the window."
"What?" the guy seated beside her asks.
Then Sayo realized something. "He's the guy laughing at me on the field," she thought. She get up and asked him, "What are you doing here?!"
"I'm here to study"
"Hey, get serious! What the hell are you doing here?"
"I am serious."
"You shouldn't be here. This is the first time I saw you! It's impossible you're my classmate! Stop joking around!"
"You didn't see me cause you're not looking, I've been here from the start."
Then the professor came in the classroom."Goodmorning class"
"Goodmorning Sir."
Sayo got surprised as she stand for the opening prayer of the class. "You've got to be kidding me, he's even my seatmate. Who is he?" she thought.

CUT! This is not finished. That's all. thanks for watching enjoy your meal!

Christina's World


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***christina's diary***

He

Please God, let him telephone me now. It's just that i couldn't be without him. I need to take a break and breathe. He's the only one that could remind me what kind of person I really am. But I don't have any news from him right now. And it seems that he stops sharing stories of his life. If i'm going to lose a person like him, its like killing the soul inside me. I could only be him infront of him. Did he get tired of reading me?



What she doesn't know

I was with my friend the whole day. We went to different places until we decided to take a seat in a beautiful bench inside the Raftel Garden. The place is so quiet and the ambiance is very refreshing. As the wind blows, I gazed up on the sky and observed the movements of the clouds. Then she started telling stories of her life. I know her so much like i already know what she's going to say or what's our topic gonna be. We laughed and giggled for hours until she looked at her clock and decided to leave. I watched her walked away until she's gone. Then i realized, we've been friends for a long time, I've known her for so long but she doesn't know the real me. Did she even know that I'm not okay today?



Isolated

Unlike the others, we are not rich. We are one of the victims of poverty because of this unexplainable government system. Are we made in this world for the rich people to realize how lucky they are? Then i'm not that happy being in that use. Cause living in this kind of world is a bit ardous.Everything is limited. I am not so proud being a part of this world. You're like living in a place that is surrounded by fences, like a barnyard. Everyone inside of it struggles to live. All of you inside have the same fate and people outside are not even helping, they will watch you suffer and sometimes the cause of our sufferings. Everyhting is limited, you've got no choice, no freedom at all.



I

Who am i? What is my purpose? Where am i going? or do i even have a place to go?
How can you give yourself to someone if even you do not know yourself.
How am i going to introduce myself to someone? What actions do i need to perform? What are the things i would like to have? things i would like to do? or maybe, i stopped myself in liking, loving things. Because everytime you reach out for something, you will just end up at nothing. Hopes are only for a show. You will just end up in a misery. Maybe it's better trying to be numb.


Smile

I received a call from him this afternoon, he was outside our house. I opened the door and let him in. Prepared and gave him a cup of coffee. He set his eyes to mine and started telling what happened. I got numb and wasn't able to move on what i heard. I wasn't able to speak.
I feel disgusted at myself. I lost my trust on him, suspecting him for so many reasons not even thinking what could have happened to him. I am so selfish. And even on my friend, the reason why she doesn't know me is because i'm not introducing myself to her. I am building walls between us. And why i'm so mad of poverty? if it chooses me i gladly accept the challenge that will mold me in a new stronger person. I am always isolating myself that's why I have a misery life. The Castle of Happiness is just 10 steps away from the barnyard, but i'm not moving towards it. Because I decided not to move.

I am so sorry for him for being stuborn. But he just smiled and assured me he's already okay.
I asked him why and he answered, "Because you're already yourself."

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The image above is actually the painting of Andrew Wyeth titled "Christina's World". So I've been trying to give my interpretations behind the story of this painting by making a short story "christina's diary." There must be a story behind this. I was just trying to decipher it cause it's kinda intriguing.



Real Interpretations

The woman of the painting is Christina Olson (May 3, 1893 - January 27, 1968). She had an undiagnosed muscular deterioration that paralyzed her lower body. Wyeth was inspired to create the painting when through a window from within the house he saw her crawling across a field. Wyeth had a summer home in the area and was on friendly terms with Olson, using her and her younger brother as the subject of paintings from 1940 to 1968.

The house depicted in the painting is known as the Olson House, and is located in Cushing, Maine. It is open to the public as a part of the Farnsworth Museum complex; it is on the U.S. National Register of Historic Places, and has been restored to match its appearance in the painting.



My interpretations are really far from the original one but at least i

tried. You know Mr. Andrew Wyeth, there might be several

interpretations on your work hihi. sorry.