Sunday, June 28, 2015

Presh: Friendships & Loves


Woo. Alright. I had to be reminded again to type up this blog, but here I am! I've managed to get somewhat on time to post. I need to paint my nails cause they look like crap, but I have time. I can finish this first. 

So not much happened this week. I went to the movies with some friends. The day we were at the movies, it was storming like CRAZY. One of my best friends slipped and fell in the water that was sort of puddling on the floor. The other days of the week I was at dance. Friday, however, I did nothing but stay in bed all day and watch Netflix. I did the same on Saturday as I did Friday. Not much has been going on since summer started, and I am completely okay with that. 

I am however, struggling to finish my first summer reading book for school. It's absolute hell because the book is so boring. I have another one to read as well, so I am really trying to hurry up on finishing the first but it's too boring I can only read so much in one sitting before I zone out. Thankfully I only have about one chapter left. Or a chapter and a half. I don't know. Haven't checked. The second book is rather larger, but I'm hoping it'll be more interesting.

Right now I am listening to Lean On by Major Lazer and I haven't been this calm all week. Seriously. It's been a hectic, terrible week, and this was really needed. Just some time to stop and relax. 

Also, me and my absolute best friend in the world decided that we were going to go to Comic Con dressed as Dan and Phil. We are working on finding the onesies they wear and I have already found Dan's eclipse shirt. I need to find Phil's purple monster shirt, and both of their hats (the lion and llama). I am Dan and she is Phil (according to our characteristics not favorites btw). It's been really fun. I'm just waiting for something to go wrong, though. I really hope nothing does go wrong. I need this relationship. It means the world to me. 

Speaking of relationships, though, I have also recently made friends with a person living in India. She visits Sri Lanka a lot as well because technically she's Sri Lankan. But anyway. Her name is Presh (real name this time). It's longer but she told me to call her Presh, so therefore... She is the most adorable child I have ever had the pleasure to meet. I love her so much and we've only been talking for a month or so. She has improved my life a bit, to be honest. 

So anyway. That was a basic outline of my week. Hope everyone is happy and well. Make sure to eat and drink water cause that's always good. I love all of you guys. 

QUOTE:

PEOPLE ALWAYS SAY "WHY REGRET SOMETHING YOU ONCE WANTED?" BUT IF I HAD KNOWN WHAT I KNOW NOW, I NEVER WOULD HAVE WANTED IT IN THE FIRST PLACE.

Until next time,
A.K. 

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Apology: Home Again


Okay so I haven't posted in about two weeks now. I feel really bad about that. It was totally unintentional and stuff. The first week I forgot because I had to pack for camp and this week I couldn't because I wasn't home and couldn't. I got back from camp late last night and I just remembered this blog. Oops...

Again sorry, but not much has been going on. So not much has been missed. I have gotten a couple of my friends obsessed with KPOP as well. Not as much as me, but hey. It's a start. This past week at camp was awesome. I got to watch two of my friends get saved by Christ and baptized in the ocean. It was a special moment that I will remember for a long time. I'm really glad I got to go on this trip. It meant a lot to me and allowed me to talk to actual people about my serious problems. I had the opportunity to refresh myself and my depression got a smidge lessened because I was with friends that mean the world to me and I was with the Holy Spirit. Not many people like me blog about these things, but I feel the need to say something about it. Maybe I can start from the beginning. A different version of my life story. Something I've never really told anyone. My testimony basically. 

So when I was really little, probably about third grade, I started going to these week long church camps. I had always been raised in church but I didn't really pay all that much attention to the actual story coming from it. I knew all the stories I had been taught by heart, but it was more of a history lesson than a real life situation. I didn't connect with any of it. I didn't feel compelled by whatever they were talking about. Now I'm not going to say that I am the best christian. I'm not going to say that I feel Jesus's presence all the time. I'm not going to say that I obey Him completely all the time. Because I don't. But I am going to say that He has saved my life and I couldn't be more blessed. I realize that. But sometimes it just doesn't affect me like it should. Anyway. So one year at this camp they showed a video of Jesus being tortured and nailed to the cross. I was horrified but I couldn't tear my eyes away. Tears were coming to my eyes, but not even the blur could distract from what I was seeing. My brother was there at the camp with me. Older, of course, but still there. I remember everything about that scene. I can never erase it from my memory. It was very very dark in that room. Everyone else was getting up and walking out of the room but I couldn't move. I was crying my eyes out. Something about that video had made everything I learned hit me like a thousand bullets. I couldn't breathe properly. I was scared and horrified and something in me questioned everything that had ever happened in my life. People would stop and look at the little kid of about 6-7 years old, but they wouldn't stop for long. My counselor stayed with me, but she couldn't get me to speak a word and she couldn't get me to stop crying. She noticed my brother standing a little ways off. Watching. Almost afraid to come closer while the counselor was there, but she called him over. He came over and comforted me and questioned me. From that point on, I understood what Jesus had done for me. I got baptized and saved a couple years later when I felt I was ready. My story isn't very special to talk about, but it's the most sacred story I own. No one else has this story and I appreciate that. Everyone has their own story. This is mine. Don't feel like talking much after that so here's another part of the story.


Kimmy's Pearls

The Encounter (Pt. II)

"Okay. He's gone. Now tell me. It is not like I'm going to run off and tell my father, and my mum would never believe a sailor story if her life depended on it. Plus, my mum would probably scold me for even coming down to the pier with Beau. She hates all you sailors and says "A pretty little girl like you would be kidnapped and sold for ransom."" the girl said. Her face was scrunched up; her nose crinkled, showing her distaste for her mother's attitude towards sailors. 

"Do you not agree with her? Ya seem to fit in with those other aristocrats that despise us." Starr said. He was confused with the way she was behaving. She was proper like the Aries, but acted different. 

"No. Of course not. I hate the way she treats the sailors like sea hounds, which is what she calls you, and I would never fit in with the other aristocrats. I am as proper as my mum and father want me to be, but it's all an act. When I'm not around Beau or my parents, I don't act like they want me to. They're lucky I left the house in this dress this morning. They were still complaining when I left the house without a corset, though. I'm not meant for those. They kill me. I'm a rebel to my parents, but extremely.. um.. how do you put it.. Aries to the sailor and middle class of England." she said. Starr couldn't fathom why she would have such an attitude to her high-class parents and rich lifestyle. Her life was flawless and easy.

"I don't care who ya are. Imma tell ya the rumors and tales anyway. It ain't like there's anything to keep me from tellin ya." Starr said. 

"Wait. Before you tell me anything about this captain, I want to know your name. Mine is Robin. I need to know what I am to call you if I am to talk with you. Plus, who knows? We might end up in each other's company one day." Robin said. 

"Starr. The crew calls me Starr. I ain't bound to tell ya my real name til ya know me. So don't be lookin for explanations darlin." Starr said. He was surprised that a girl like her was still on the port with him. Why was she even here to begin with? Didn't she had some fancy ball or girl things to attend to? Where was she supposed to be this very moment instead of with a sailor like Starr?

"I like that name. I don't know if I really care to know the full name. It can't be as interesting and sailorish as Starr.." she began, but caught herself. "Not that I won't like your real name, but I love the name Starr." She smiled sheepishly. A blush on her cheeks brought out the sea blue in her eyes. Her eyes were beautiful. They were a dark sky blue with an elegant sea green. Starr couldn't believe such a girl like this could have such vibrant colors in her eyes instead of faded colors like the rest of the Aries. No. This girl has vibrant eyes like the sailors and tannish skin from sunlight whenever she could catch it. She has dark brown hair like a black swan, but a little lighter from the sun, to compliment her eyes. Starr couldn't seem to get over the trance of her beauty. He was astonished at himself for allowing any kind of emotion to come from this girl, but what young sailor wouldn't notice this Aries? All of the crew would notice even if they only had a slight glimpse of her. Starr knew that she had to have come out to the dock many times in order to catch the sun in a way she had instead of staying sheet white, but he had never seen her before. Maybe she had just been an invisible Aries to him before and he never noticed her sailor-like beauty. No wonder her parents thought she was a rebel. She was completely the opposite of a typical Aries...

"Umm.. Starr? Are you okay? You're kind of zoned out." Robin laughed. "Are you surprised that I do not look like a normal aristocrat or something?" Starr nodded his head. 

"I never would have imagined that such a girl could have so many sailorish qualities. You have the most vibrant eyes of any Aries I have ever met, girl." Starr said. 

"Thanks Starr. I prefer to be different. Now tell me. I must know. The curiosity is eating me away." Robin said. Starr looked at Robin quietly. He needed to know if he could trust her enough to bring her aboard with him. 

"I cannot tell you out in the open like this. Not on the port. If I were to be caught on the ports with an Aries girl, the cap'n would have my hide mounted on his wall." Starr said with a hint of skittishness. 

"Why are you telling me if you are to get in trouble?"

"I'm tellin ya because you wanted ta know, didn't ya? Or am I mistaken? The cap'n might not even care what I say if he sees your raven hair and your dark skin with the bright sea eyes to match." Starr said. Robin blushed when she registered that he had just complimented her. Starr turned around and walked onto the ship. Robin followed, of course, and waited patiently for Starr to tell. He walked to the steps leading to the wheel and sat down. After Starr told her, she was hardly impressed. They were tales of magic and defying age. Keeping hold hostages and killing them to the utmost pain when they weren't needed anymore to his advantage and amusement. Nothing she hadn't heard before from her fairy tales. However, Robin tensed when she heard footsteps on the deck. 

"Well well Starr. What have you brung aboard this ship now? Some other maid. Better dressed than the rest I must say." Robin turned to find herself face to face with the captain of the ship. His eyes betrayed him and showed his surprise of the girl on such a ship. The captain was much different than Robin imagined. Robin imagined him to be gruff and ugly with no sense of fashion whatsoever like the rest of the sailors. The man standing in Robin's face now looked nothing of the sort. This man was rugged and handsome. He had electric blue eyes that could have become electric from eels in the depths of the ocean he sails. His hair was dark as night itself with an electric blue streak in his gelled up fringe. He looked about 19, while she was 16. His clothes were captain worthy; dirty enough to know he worked on a ship with men throughout his days, but clean enough to know that he cared for cleanliness. His shirt was white with a V neck, and strings hung loose across the V opening on his chest. His black pants were loose enough to show his relaxed character, but tight enough so they wouldn't fall off without a belt. He wore brown pirate boots with cuffs at the top that looked well worn and comfortable. 

"So missy. You never quite answered my question. True, it was directed at Starr, but I would have expected a girl like you to speak up without being spoken to." He spoke with a manor that wasn't what she was used to from the other sailors. Where did he come from?

"I should ask who you are. You have no right to be asking who I am. I am who I am and that is enough, should I remind Starr of that once more, my blood might boil and very much kill me on the spot."

"Fine threat you got there missy," the man said. Leaning so where he could see Starr behind Robin, he spoke, "You mustn't make her repeat herself. It would be a shame to lose something so beautiful, now wouldn't it?" Starr bowed his head like a puppy caught digging in the vegetable gardens of maids. 

"Yes cap'n. Quite." Robin looked at the man with her raven eyebrows raised. 

"Captain? You seem hardly old enough to be captain of such a ship. Starr is older than you! How is it possible that you are captain of The Ravisseur?" Robin questioned. 

"I am 19. That is how old my father was when he became captain of this ship. I became captain two years ago when he passed away into the depths of the ocean. I don't believe we have been properly introduced, yet. May we start off again?"

"Indeed. Should I trust you with information such as this, captain?"

"Why of course, my lady. Why ever so not? It's not as though I wouldn't harbor fugitives, and anyway, none of my other crew and shipmates are half as beautiful as you are darling," the man said with a smirk.

"You might soon learn why. What might your name be? Let's start with you," Robin answered. 

"Captain Rix Black. And what is your name my beauty?"

"Robin. Robin Stryker." Rix stared at her. Though Starr seemed unsurprised, indeed he was. He knew she was an Aries, but not a Stryker. The Strykers were one of the highest class families in this city, and were known for their fancy parties and expensive, up-to-date fashions. 

"Miss Stryker," Rix said, suddenly more serious than she had ever seen him. "What caused you to come aboard The Rabisseur?" Robin looked at him in the face, and without emotion responded, "I defy my mother, though you might not believe that. I am unsatisfied with my life as a, quote unquote, "Aries." I wish to be a free person and not a girl trapped inside a pristine home filled with corsets and fancy balls, Rix." Robin responded. 

"I see. Well. I must go by your word. Maybe you can join me and the crew tonight for dinner? If you are so rebellious against your mother and father, this will prove it. Somehow, with your charm and wit, you must join us here tonight. I will provide the good and anything else necessary. Just make it here, and anything you wish to find on The Ravisseur is yours to find," Rix said. Rix was doing it again... How would Starr warn Robin without the captain noticing? Surely he wouldn't take his eyes off the girl, and it Starr even laid a finger on her, he would suspect something. The poor girl.. But she did indeed do this to herself... How am I to help her now? I have already told her the stories of Rix. That is all the help you must give her, Starr. He thought to himself. She would be fine. Wouldn't she? 


Until next time,
A.K. 

Sunday, June 7, 2015

First week: First part story


Alright! Yay. On task. Right now, I am just sort of surfing around on the internet and I remembered the blog. So yea. Accomplishment. 

I got home about an hour or so ago. Maybe two and a half. No clue. Don't remember. But I am singing along to my music and I was about to download some more music. Nothing very interesting has happened today. I do know, however, that I am going to a beach camp for a week in about a week. Ha. Funny how that works out. I don't know. I have a weird humor. Anyway... Starting on how this week has gone (the bits that I remember). 

So recently, I've gotten really obsessed with KPOP, specifically EXO and Shinee. I really really like it. It's cool. I know that most people would think it's weird or it's just stupid to like that kind of music, but you know what? Screw those people. To the ones that are reading this and judging me for my music choice: piss off. As I told one of my friends: It's not like I'm saying I enjoy communism and would rather the japanese and korean people take over. No. I'm saying I enjoy what they produce. I like anime. So what? I like KPOP. So what? You like rap and I hate that music but I don't judge you because of it. I just don't like the music. I don't like how it sounds. That doesn't give me the right to judge you because of your choice and taste in music. That's just bullshit and I need people to stop this hatred towards my choice. It's dumb. I literally can only tell three people about this choice in discovering new things about different cultures and places. It's not like I decided: hey I feel like pissing off half of the population, so let me watch anime and listen to kpop. I feel like screwing with everyone and so I think I'm going to pronounce myself a terrorist. NO. THAT'S NOT WHAT I'M SAYING HERE. I'M SAYING I ENJOY A GENRE OF SHOW AND MUSIC. I'M SAYING THAT I'M TRYING NEW THINGS. SO JUST PISS OFF. 

Well... Now that I have THAT off my chest, on to the rest of the past week. I watched Hansel & Gretel on Netflix a couple times. I really love it. It's a really good movie and I recommend it for everyone. Seriously. Unless you're a small child, and then no. I also worked at this kid camp all this week (except Tuesday and Thursday, but that's another story that will come later on). It's called Camp Invention and it's for kids K through 5th. There was one little Asian boy in one of the groups I was working with and he was the cutest thing!!! His name is Tanner, and I honestly think I could have taken him home with me. He was so quite and willing to work. He got everything done and he enjoyed himself. He was really shy, but he was really cute and really tiny. I guess he went up to about my hip. I am 5'1". So he was really small. I absolutely ADORE Tanner. Seriously. It's almost a bad thing. Hahaha. But I'm not the only one that was kind of love-struck, in a way, by Tanner. My other coworkers really loved Tanner and so did my mom (I sent her a picture of Tanner that I took with my phone). Adorable little child. I seriously wish he was my neighbour or something. He's just too cute. Anyway. Moving on because I'm sure I sound like a creeper... As I was saying with the Tuesday and Thursday thing... I have dance classes from 2 pm to 8:30 pm. It's really exhausting but fun to a certain extent. I think I'm also going to start taking another dance class for about an hour on Mondays, but I'm not sure. So that's why I missed camp those two days. 

So besides the camp and dance, this was a relatively uneventful week. I watched Netflix and downloaded music. I read a little, but I really wanted to just chill before I started any kind of summer reading (two boring books). They're never fictional anymore and that honestly kills me. I can hardly read the memoirs and nonfiction books that they make us read. They are horrendous. Like dude! If you're going to force us to read a book over the summer and actually remember what happened enough to take a test and do a project on it, it better be a pretty damn good book! (Excuse my french but I am passionate about this). 

Oh and I think that maybe starting this week, I will type up some excerpts from the same story in order. Maybe it'll motivate some people to read it? I don't know. No clue. So here we go. This story isn't yet finished, and that could come back to bite me in the butt. However, I'm going to type it here anyway. 

KIMMY'S PEARLS

A boat and the sea is all that a sailor needs. A pirate though... A pirate is a different story. A pirate needs a ship, the sea, a crew of outlaws like them, and a girl to admire along the way. Someone to impress. That is what a pirate needs. And God forbid you forget the rum...

THE ENCOUNTER (PT. I)

"The captain of this here ship is rumored to be a pirate. Bloody lies if I do say so meself. I have my bets on the lies though. No one hardly ever goes onto the ship for fear that their captain will be absolutely mad. They refuse to believe that a pirate can be a morally correct person. Pirates are ordinary sailors, but work with the sea and not against it. The plunder they take is only a treasure they receive for bein the pirates they are." The sailor explained. The crew called the sailor Starr. He loved the sea, but was terrified of it. He adored the ports and watching the water more than he loved being in it. He couldn't get out of his job, though, because of the captain. The captain was a work of beauty. 
"What kind of rumors are spread about this.. captain?" the girl in front of Starr asked. The girl was about 15 or 16. Starr was curious about the interest from the girl. She seemed almost eager to get on the ship herself. Starr looked from her to the little boy, about 9, next to her. He was holding onto her fingers like they were the only thing he had left in the world. 
"I can tell ya, sweetheart, but the boy has to go. He won't want to be left alone if he hears such tales of Captain Rix." The girl looked at the little boy in sympathy. Why sympathy? Does she really love the sea and such stories so much that she wishes the boy the same passion? Or does she have pain in her eyes from knowing this boy could be damaged for life? Does she wish to be a sailor like him? Whatever it passed over her face as quickly as a seagull snatching food from beach picnics. 
"Beau, you have to go home ok? Sister has to talk to this nice sailor. Can you get home well enough? I do not want Mummy and Father getting angry because you tracked dust onto the carpet. You know how Maid Nikki gets when she had to clean such things. Remember when you left your turtle on the desk and she had to clean off the dirt? Remember how mad Nikki became? I do not want to come home and find that you are in trouble again. Father mustn't become mad again." The girl said to the boy, Beau. Beau nodded. He looked ashamed of the memory and blushed, averting his eyes to his shuffling feet.
"Good boy. Now run along home, Beau." she said. 
The girl watched Beau Carefully and as still as an eagle. She stood up from a crouch when she could no longer see the boy. She turned to Starr with a stony look. 


Until next time,
A.K.