Memories: Ch7

It was Monday. Well… technically it was. It was 3am, and I wasn’t sleeping. I was looking at my phone, reading a story on Wattpad. It was a story of a person who turned into a dragon. So far, I was having fun reading it. The story was good.


It was now 4am. I was reading chapter 12. Umm… I really liked how the story was going, but not on one thing. It looked like this story was going to be kind of a gay story. Rrally hope it’s not, though.


God… my suspicions were right. Ima go kill myself now. Why? Why did you have to make this story a gay, author? It was so promising! Nooooooo!


I woke up as my alarm rang. I looked at the clock. 7:45. I needed to get up. I stretched, and sat up on the bed. I blinked a few times, focusing on them. Light shown through my window, lighting up the room. Apparently I fell asleep without knowing again. I stood up, went to the bathroom, and washed. Then I packed my bag, changed clothes, and stepped out of home. Time to go to school again.


It was 10:40. I was preparing for my presentation I needed to do at society class. With hope, it’ll go well.

Soon, Mr.Bea came into class. Soon, I was called out, and had to start the presentation. I connected my phone to the TV, and loaded up the file.

‘Hello, class.’ I casually stated, or tried to casually state. ‘I’m going to talk about the society being divided into two parts. The rich, and the poor. And how that badly affects the whole society and what I think of it.’ And with that, I started my presentation, trying not to get stage fright. I read from my pre-written script, and tried to look at the class at the same time. Apparently it didn’t work well as I got a ‘C’ by the teacher.

‘Well, at least I got good reviews from my classmates.’ I thought. We had two grading terms. You get graded by the teacher, and at the same time gets graded by the classmates. The final score is the sum of both grades. Because many raised claws at ‘A’, I think I got a not-too-terrible score.

I sat back in my seat, breathing deeply. Damn, did I hate, and I mean hate, presentations. I hated stage frights that came from it. I didn’t know how to deal with it. Well, at least it was all over.

Three more dragons had presentations after me. All of them being considerably better than I in my opinion. I sulked, and waited for the bell to ring. And when it finally did, I gathered up my stuff and went to my locker, got ready for P.T. class. It was kind of a class I liked. Mostly cuz I get to punch the sandbag all I want.

I got some bandage, and wrapped then around my claws. Wouldn’t want the punch to break my claws or dig them into my flesh. I went ti the gym, and waited for my classmates to arrive.



The sandbag slightly swayed at my hit. I put all my strength in my right claw and punched it again. Then again. Then again.

Damn, did I love this.


After about 30 minutes of pure punching, I was panting. I stopped. ‘Time to rest a bit before class ends.’ I thought as I unwrapped the bandage from my claws, stuffed them in my pocket, and pulled out my phone. I loaded up the book I was reading, and started to read. Hopefully the bell would ring soon and I would be able to eat as lunch was next.


It was lunch period. ‘Finally!’ I thought as I raced to the cafeteria. ‘Finally I could eat!’ By god, did I love eating. I got some dumplings, and headed out to the school courtyard. I ate, while reading a book on my phone. And yes, this book indeed did have lovers of the same genders. Although one was a transgender. I winced inside, and continued reading. As much as I didn’t like same gender love stories, this book was great, and I wanted to continue reading. But don’t get me wrong here. I’m not ‘against’ same gender love. It’s just that it’s not on my most liked list, that’s all.

I continued reading, and when my battery flashed 50%, I closed my phone and put it back in my pocket. Time to move around. Nothing could be achieved if I just sat around on my haunches.

I thought of what to do. I could go on a flight, but I didn’t feel like it. I could play kedl with my friends, but I knew it would end horribly with me saying sorry every 5 minutes. In the end, I decided to go punch the sandbag again.


The warning bell rang, and I stopped punching, panting. I then went to my locker and pulled out the math book. I looked at my claws, as it hurt after punching. The flesh around the claws were red. ‘Great.’ I thought, and went to the math class.

When I arrived there, some dragons were fussing over something. Then one dragon ran forwards and stuck something on the blackboard. It was a white cloth, and somehow managed to stick there. I didn’t know the purpose of it. So I went to the head of the class and asked what it was.

‘Umm… it’s a woman’s thing.’ He replied when I asked.

‘What woman’s thing?’ I asked, not understanding. ‘What’s that?’

‘Umm… that thing woman uses on their ‘day’. He replied.

‘Huh?’ I asked, the suddenly realization hit me. I felt embarrassed, and went back to my seat. Soon, Ms.Aliea came to class. Then she saw what was on the blackboard. She raged, and demanded to know who did this to her class. No one answered, and that made her even more angry. She threatened to sue us all for sexual harassment, and stomped out of class. A few ‘No Brainers’ grumbled, not getting quite how serious the situation was, but most of us were quiet, as we’ve never seen Ms.Aliea as angry as this before.

‘I should have took it down.’ I thought, and regretted that I did not take action. Ms.Aliea did not come back, and the class ended like that.


It was now the last class of the day. I was writing on my stack of papers. I had almost finished writing, but didn’t know if it was any good. The whole story was written in haste, and I didn’t want to upload a story that I’ll regret later. ‘I’ll have to read it again. Tomorrow. I’ll decide if it’s any good by then.’ I thought, and continued to write.


It was night, being study time. I was currently studying math, as always. I had yet another presentation to do. Yes, you heard that right. Yet another. I had almost finished preparing for it when it when the bell rang, indicating the class was over. ‘Well, I’ll finish it tomorrow.’ I thought, and packed up my bag. Time to go to the math academy.


I smoked on the way over. Damn! Did it feel good to smoke after a whole day of hard work! Not that I recommend it, but it felt that way to me. But guys, don’t smoke. You can’t stop it. Anyways, I was almost at the class, and I threw the stud away. Time to go to class.


The math class was over, and I was completely exhausted. I was with my friend Focaly, going to the nearby crossover point together where we had to depart. Both of us were exhausted, having studied till it was 11:40 in the night.

We departed at the crossover point, qnd went our own ways.

Soon, I was home, and I threw my bag on the floor, and crashed into bed.

It had been an exhausting day.

06.26.17 (Mon)

1:39 (Morning)

I am reading a story on wattpad. There r 2 dragons. I am really hoping that it’ll not be a gay (manxman) story. The author said he did like gay stories, but i really am hoping that this story’ll not be one. Cuz this story is so far so good…

Please, let it not be a gay story…

2:37 (morning)

The storyline’s great. Everything’s great. I love the story. But there’s one thing i dont like. It’s gay.



Im exhausted…


Someone just put a women’s personal thing on the black board.

Teacher wasnt so pleased about it…




@ math class.

Smoked. Gonna quit after this year. Im going to do it. I will do it.


Finally finished.

Im exhausted…

06.25.17 (Sat)


Changed cigarette.

Was a bad idea. Not good. Way too strong 4 me.


On the subway. Going 2 da library.


Going back home.


Didnt catch the metro.

Gotta wait for the next one.


06.24.17 (Sat)


Just went to a therapy.

Told the doctor that i had a few issues with going to university. Got some good answers for it. That i should do what i want to do.

Wuz good.


Almost home.


@ Math class.

Memories: Ch6

It was Friday again. I was at the art class, trying to solve a few questions. But I couldn’t. I really just didn’t feel like solving those questions. So I pulled out some papers and tried to write. I couldn’t.

I sighed, and went to the front of the class to get my art work. Might as well work on it to get some progress going.

I looked for my work at the front of the class, but didn’t locate it. The teacher told me to look at the back of the class, that my work might be there. I nodded, and turned around. I looked at the desks, expecting a pile of papers, buy did not find it. The only artworks were on the wall, hanging.

‘Nooooo!’ I thought as I reached the wall. ‘I don’t want my artwork displayed!’ and with that, I looked for my artwork with a truck in it. I soon found it at the bottom of the display, unpinned it from the wall, and took my artwork away.

I went back to my seat, and started coloring it. Soon, I was done doing it. I really didn’t have much to color. Only the truck and the background needed coloring as other stuff were already colored.

Jay tapped my shoulder. ‘Hey.’ He whispered. ‘I cant get a math question right. It’s on level3-3. Can you help me?’

I looked at the question. It was one of the questions I already solved. ‘Sure.’ I said, then proceeded to solve the question. I needed to solve the question to teach J about it. While I was working on the question, J looked at the answer sheets for some clue. Then he clapped his claws as he understood.

‘Aha!’ he said. ‘I calculated wrong. Never mind.’ He said. I looked at him with a ‘Really?’ look, as I was solving the very calculation that he got wrong. He laughed, and a second later, I laughed as well. Then Yun tapped both of our shoulders. ‘Hey. I cant get this English question. Mind if you two take a look at it?’


It was math class. Well, to be exact, it was going to be in 2 minutes. I was preparing for my presentation I had to do. I say presentation, it’s actually teaching the whole class.


The bell rang. It was properly math class now. I was already seated, having been preparing for my presentation all recess. Ms.Aliea soon came to her class, and we greeted her. She called me out, and I started my presentation.


Phil, who was my groupmate, took over the presentation and was doing a good job. Me, on the other hand, didn’t. Or at least that was what I thought. Ms.Aliea said I did well, but I could’ve prepared better. I kind of regretted it.

‘…and that’s how you solve question 4.’ Phil said, looking at the class. ‘And now I’ll tell you how to solve the next question in a way the answer sheet doesn’t tell you.’ And he turned around and wrote on the board with a chalk in his claws.


Math class was done. Next up was English. The first English of the day. I went to my locker, pulled out my book, and went to Mrs.Han’s class. I arrived a bit early, and took a seat. Soon, other dragons started to file in and fill the class. And by some miracle, Avil sat next to me.

‘Hi.’ I greeted her.

‘Hey.’ She replied back. ‘Had a good day so far?’

‘Yeah. You?’

‘Me as well. So… shall we study?’ she said, smiling.

I was dumbstruck for a second at her smile, but soon said yes and opened my book and looked at the questions in front of me. Then I remembered it was English, and I took out my papers to write. Avil looked at my bunch of papers and looked at me. ‘What are you doing?’ She asked.

‘Writing.’ I replied. And read the last chapter I wrote, trying to get hold of the story again.

‘What? A story?’ She asked, sounding interested. ‘May I have a look?’

I hesitated. My work wasn’t that good. I only had a few readers of my blog, and I wasn’t sure if they truly liked it, either. To show my works to another dragon I knew, and moreover I liked, was not an easy decision to make. But I said yes, as my story might not be ‘that’ bad. I took the rest of the chapters oyt and handed it over to her. She took it, and started reading.

The bell rang, and Mrs.Han walked in.

She checked if all the dragons came, and started class. Avil just read my story, and I continued writing.

A while later, Avil handed me my papers back. ‘It isn’t the best work I’ve ever read… but keep it up. Maybe you’ll get good one day, you know?’

I knew my work wasn’t good, but still, those words stung. I hid my emotions, and said ‘Thanks.’ And took my chapters back. I tried to continue writing, but somehow couldn’t. Her words really did sting. But I knew it was true. I wasn’t a professional writer, nor was I a good one. I sighed and put my paper back into my bag. If I kept writing right now, no doubt it would turn out horrible. I should take a rest.

I focused on the lecture for the rest of the class and Mrs.Han seemed pleased to see me actually focusing. That got my mood a bit lighter, but not much. Then, the bell rang, and it was lunch time.


I got some steak and sauce, and came out to the courtyard of school. I sat underneath a tree and ate. After eating, I was in a somewhat better mood, and decided to go on a flight. A cigar would have helped me, but I decided against it as I was still at school, and I didn’t normally smoke before class ended on weekdays.

I flew out of school, and flew as high up as I could. Thin air always helped me focus on what was important. ‘I should continue.’ I thought. ‘I’ll get better one day. No one’s perfect from the start.’ I cheered myself up.

I flew back down. Then into school. Then into the next class I had. Then I pulled out my papers, and started to write again.



The bell rang. Class was finished for the day. Finally! Weekend again! I stood up from my seat, and went out to get dinner. Dinner sounded good.


I was currently dragging Focaly around with me. I finished dinner, and came out of school to get a breath of cigar before study time. I took a breath from the cigarette, then another.


I had finished the chapter. It was currently the end of the first half of study time.

Now, I could type.


The bell rant. School was completely finished for the week. I could head home now. I packed my bag, slung it over my shoulder, and headed out of class.

It was a good day. Well, except for the part I showed my works to Avil. Still. It was a good day. 

06.23.17 (Fri)


Got the smokes in my bag.

Going to school.



Got some friend’s names for my story.

Everything going well.

Still have to do an assignment, tho.


Did the assignment, now english class.





Uploaded memories 6.


Life sucks.

I want to go to 2 college.

1 is an automotive one.

1 is majoring english.

But if i do both? I become 30.

Fuck life.

Life sucks in korea.

Memories: Ch5

I woke up, as light shone through my eyelids. The lights were on. I looked at the clock. 2am. I swore under my breath, and changed clothes, and turned off the light that I did not turn off. Then I went to sleep again.


Light shone through my eyelids again. I woke up. It was morning. I looked at the clock. 10am. I unlocked my phone and checked for notifications. A few mails, a few game alerts, and other miscellaneous things that I didn’t care about. I closed my phone again, and opened my flip phone. Nothing. I closed my phone and yawned, then sat up on the bed.


I felt lazy. But I knew I had to do something than roll around in my bed. I got up, went into the bathroom, washed, and went to the kitchen. I was hungry. My parents were in the living room, sitting on the sofa. I said ‘Good morning’ and they greeted me back. I went back to the kitchen and looked for something to eat. The rest of my family ate toast, so I decided to make some as well. I got some eggs and dunked some bread in it. Then I fried the said bread, making toast. Well… I more like burnt it. I was horrible at cooking. I didn’t know when something was cooked right, so I always burnt it to make sure.

Despite the burnt state and the burnt taste, the toast was actually quite good, except for it being way too slimy for my taste.

I finished the toast, put the dishes in the sink, and went back into my room. I unlocked my LG G5, and started war dragon. I did a few attacks, and trained my dragons to another level. This was a game I loved as I normally sucked at games but this game required no skill and I was quite good at it. I sighed. If only life was this simple as well.

I closed my phone and got up. I had to do something productive. And there was only one productive thing I could do. I packed my bag, told my parents that I’m going to school, and stepped out of home. I jumped into the air and started to fly.

I lit up a cigar and drew a breath. Clean scent filled my mouth and my mind felt cleaner. I drew up another breath. Then I threw it away. I was not going to smoke a full cigarette when my mind was clean enough.

Soon I arrived at school. I once again went to my homeroom and unpacked my bag, and started to study.


I was using my phone. I really didn’t feel like studying today. Nor could I focus on what I was doing. ‘Maybe I should go back home.’ I thought. ‘Yeah. Let’s just go back home.’ And with that, I packed my bag again. 2 hours wasted. I didn’t study, but that didn’t mean that I played either. I was somewhere in between, and that was something that I did not like.

I flew back out of school, and went back home to leave my bag there. I threw my bag on my bed, and went out again.

I flew around for a bit, just going wherever the wind took me. I flew around with no aim, flying high and low. I just wanted the air on my scales.

After flying around for a bit, I went back home. I had a society assignment I had to complete, and it required a computer. I went to the computer in the living room and turned it on. The screen flickered, then came to life. I loaded up Microsoft PowerPoint, and clicked on ‘new presentation’. Then I started to make my presentation.


I was tired. I didn’t want to do anything. I sighed, and saved the presentation I was making, and closed the window. Apparently, today was one of those days when you didn’t want to do anything but laze around. I slowly dragged myself back to my room, and plugged my phone in. Then I just fell onto my bed.

‘Damn, I don’t want to do anything.’ I thought. But in the corner of my kind, I knee that I would have to finish the presentation today, as today was the day I could have the most time making it. But I was tired. I wanted to rest.

I sighed again, and reached for my phone while lying down on my bed. There wasn’t anything noteworthy, and I started up a game. But I had no fun playing it as well, and I shut my phone and threw it on the counter beside my bed.

And without knowing, I went to sleep, again, with the lights on.