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Thursday, September 18, 2014
SG Suicide Game - Haidji - Book Quote - Rhetoric
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Friday, September 12, 2014
Hot Chocolate - Haidji - Short Story - Excerpt
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Hot Chocolate
Lisa was reading a page of a book, sitting over her bed, and suddenly she was sitting on the sand of a foreign beach, as the melody started again… repetitive, entering into her dreams…and suddenly, Lisa saw herself turning, dancing, dizzy, waking up…
The iPhone alarm…the sound of waves…
After delaying the alarm four or five times, it was not easy for Lisa to inch herself out of her dreams. Standing up from the paradise usually known as “Bed in the Morning”, Lisa finally made her way to the bathroom.
There was no time for her usual make-up.
No time to chose the right dress for this day.
Waking up…late to work…looking into the mirror, Lisa thought too loudly and words came out of her mouth:
“OMG - why do we all look like angels while we are sleeping and like monsters when we wake up? I need make-up…I will be late, but I really need it.”
Lisa spent ten unnecessary minutes in front of the mirror, trying to not look like a zombie. Lisa would never look like a zombie, but waking up from our dreams into our daily lives makes us see things much more badly than they really are, and mostly this starts with our own mirror image. We try to fix what doesn’t really need to be fixed. Waste of time or not, it depends on the circumstances…anyway; she started to feel better as the mascara dried, defining her eyelashes.
Out of Paradise, into daily life, Lisa stopped at Starbucks on her way to work. Wearing high heels and a simple blue dress that made her blue eyes bluer, while the wind played with her light brown hair.
Instead of her usual Venti nonfat milk Cafe Latte with only 170 calories…Lisa decided to go for a Venti Peppermint Hot Chocolate, 460 calories, to bring her last night’s dreams back. Palms are not Cocoa Trees and Peppermint is not the Sea, but it is fresh, so…who knows? Maybe she could keep the feeling all day long.
Not that Lisa remembered what she dreamed about, it was just that Bed was, more than ever, feeling like paradise; and coffee…coffee made her mind wake up and Lisa didn’t want to wake up.
Not today.
Today should be a good day.
Today was…her Birthday.
People should not work on their Birthdays; so, no regrets about the hot chocolate. No regrets about being late. The only regret she had was about not being able to stay longer in bed.
There was no family there to call her; Lisa was an orphan.
Being an orphan with not many friends, she invested her time in her career.
Maybe all this family stuff is overrated, Lisa thought, trying not to feel sad about it, that there was never a mother or sister to call her on her Birthday. After work she could just hang around the city and read a book. Buy a cake for herself and watch something on the TV. Maybe a present? She had passed a shop on another day with Anita, a colleague from work, and saw a wonderful Red Purse.
Yes, Lisa was this kind of person who, as sad as it is, buys Birthday presents for themselves, because otherwise no one else would do it, and that would be really sad.
It was not selfishness; it was more a kind of self-recognition, of her own value. Or, a way not to fall into sadness and depression, thinking about family stuff.
Sometimes…sometimes it was an excuse to buy what she wanted, without feeling guilty about it, in case of expensive things. Not that she needed an excuse, but, as an orphan, she needed to give more of an explanation to herself about why she did things. Life made her become her own parents and she was hard on herself.
Yes, it was sad. But, maybe one day there would be someone to buy her a Birthday cake or a Birthday present.
Lisa entered the laboratory, more distracted than usual, and almost dropped her hot chocolate over her colleague Anita.
Working together for over a year, Lisa and her small team had become more than just colleagues; they were moved by the same passion and ideals.
Being an orphan with not many friends, she invested her time in her career.
Maybe all this family stuff is overrated, Lisa thought, trying not to feel sad about it, that there was never a mother or sister to call her on her Birthday. After work she could just hang around the city and read a book. Buy a cake for herself and watch something on the TV. Maybe a present? She had passed a shop on another day with Anita, a colleague from work, and saw a wonderful Red Purse.
Yes, Lisa was this kind of person who, as sad as it is, buys Birthday presents for themselves, because otherwise no one else would do it, and that would be really sad.
It was not selfishness; it was more a kind of self-recognition, of her own value. Or, a way not to fall into sadness and depression, thinking about family stuff.
Sometimes…sometimes it was an excuse to buy what she wanted, without feeling guilty about it, in case of expensive things. Not that she needed an excuse, but, as an orphan, she needed to give more of an explanation to herself about why she did things. Life made her become her own parents and she was hard on herself.
Yes, it was sad. But, maybe one day there would be someone to buy her a Birthday cake or a Birthday present.
Lisa entered the laboratory, more distracted than usual, and almost dropped her hot chocolate over her colleague Anita.
Working together for over a year, Lisa and her small team had become more than just colleagues; they were moved by the same passion and ideals.
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Monday, September 01, 2014
Maria's Hand - Short Story - Excerpt
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Maria's Hand
Blue skirt, white socks, black shoes.
Shy, distracted, small.
Alone in a school garden, filled full with kids.
Breakfast spots on her white shirt, made the other kids laugh about her.
Standing in front of Maria’s statue, she stretched her skinny body to touch and hold the statue’s hand.
Day after day she stopped there.
Admiring the statue’s peace and serenity.
Telling her thoughts, dreams, feelings, ideas to the marble sculpture.
Shy, distracted, small.
Alone in a school garden, filled full with kids.
Breakfast spots on her white shirt, made the other kids laugh about her.
Standing in front of Maria’s statue, she stretched her skinny body to touch and hold the statue’s hand.
Day after day she stopped there.
Admiring the statue’s peace and serenity.
Telling her thoughts, dreams, feelings, ideas to the marble sculpture.
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Friday, August 15, 2014
The New School - Haidji - Short Story - Excerpt
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The New School
The news came like thunder over her, like a tempest, like an earthquake that shook her entire world.
Gaia felt like a volcano that was exploding and everything inside of her was coming out at one time, all pain and anger, like lava coming out of his body. Exploding.
She needed all her self-control to not break everything inside of her bedroom, which was her ultimate refuge, her world.
Inside of her: pain, emptiness, and fear.
A new school, now?
WHY?
She already made so many friends in her school. It was hard work. To make and keep friendship alive is hard work. Gaia didn't want to start over. She was happy with her world of friends.
Mom, Dad, why?
"We can not afford this school anymore."
The words kept going in circles inside of her mind.
"We cannot afford it... We cannot afford..."
Is in this world all about money?
Would she lose her friends because her family had less money now?
It seemed worse than to move to the Moon.
At least, moving to the Moon would be great news to tell to her friends.
It is something special.
Moving to a new school, this seemed to be bad news to tell to someone.
Moving to a new school, this seemed to be the worst thing in the world, sometimes.
"Will the teachers be nice, or will they be monsters?
Will I make new friends?”
I will not go! I will stay at home and never go to school again.
If I make friends only to lose them after, then I don't want to make new friends.
I don't want to go out of my bedroom."
Gaia stayed all day in her bedroom, going out only to run to the toilet and back.
Her mother left her lunch in front of her door, but she did not touch the food.
Her family tried to speak to her about it, but she did not want to speak.
She could not even think straight. How could she speak?
Her computer was off. Her phone was in silent mode.
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