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Spark

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Hello again.

How are you today?

I wasn't planning to write anything any time soon but then my parents picked me up from school last night and we talked about what's been happening at home for the past week. Most of it revolved around my sister and how someone went up to her and asked to take a picture together. Later, the boy posted the picture on Instagram with a caption saying: "I met an angel". It was both hilarious and endearing at the same time. Then I got to know a little more of what's been happening at her school and honestly all I want to do right this moment is beat up every single person against her because though my sister is not an angel, she's our little fighter.

Anyway, with all these thoughts swimming in my head for a while now, I realized that I haven't been appreciating my sister as much I should. So here, is something I wrote for her.

----- Her hair is wild,
fingers calloused from
the sports she plays

She's like a spark
with a smile…

Modern Misery

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Hullo. 

How are you? If you follow my Wattpad account or read any of my work on said platform, you may have noticed that I haven't been uploading or posting anything there for the past four weeks. Nor have I posted any new work here on this blog for the past three weeks either. Simple answer to that is school. 

Two-hour long classes, perplexing group assignments, approaching due dates, emotionally draining tests, full-day taekwondo tournaments, finishing up the faculty yearbook, fancy award ceremonies, the whole thing, yeah. 

I haven't even had the time to learn French these past three weeks, and I'm starting to loose my French-ness. I would give anything for a few hours of peace to sit down, and write. So here I am now, hiding in the school library, away from the rest of the world, hoping to finish this blog post I've been writing for the past four days now (yes, I take forever to finish writing something). 

Unlike my usual posts of my recent work (and sometimes previous …

Flying Alone

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[Personal Story Time]

Bonjour tout le monde. Ça va? (Good day everyone. How are you?)

Hope you had a great start of the day because I sure had quite a morning.

I'm pretty sure you're unaware of this (unless you follow my personal Instagram account) because I didn't tell anyone, but I went to Jakarta with my family over the weekend. It wasn't really an official vacation, since the main reason why we went there in the first place was because my parents were participating in the Jakarta Marathon.

No, I'm not going to tell you all about my trip and how we visited the National Museum, Cathedral, Istiqalah Mosque or even the zoo (but yes, we did visit those places), because that isn't what this personal story is about.

This, today, is about my first flight alone. Yep, me, 17 years, 3 months, 3 weeks, and 5 days old (good luck figuring out when my birthday is). I had to go back to my home country earlier than the rest of my family because my physics class was at two l…

2: Introduction

早安 (zao an, Good Morning).

How are you today? 

On this hopefully not scorching hot day (it's been unbearably hot in my country lately, everyone's getting sick of it), I give you, Chapter 2 of What Color Is Thursday.

This is something I came up with a over half a year ago (6 months). I completely neglected it after uploading the first chapter, which was basically sort of like an prologue more than anything. This, Chapter 2, is also a prologue (-ish). In fact, it's an introduction (hence, the name of the chapter). But I figured this is rather necessary so that you (readers) don't get confused with this and that. 

So here's a short chapter of Rue's past, prior to (but is still related to) the story.   

If you're not sure what this is about, feel free to read the synopsis and Chapter 1 before reading this:

http://storiesbynukey.blogspot.my/2017/06/what-color-is-thursday.html

http://storiesbynukey.blogspot.my/2017/07/blue-and-yellow-what-color-is-thursday.html
----- I fi…

5: Cousin Alex

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Hi there. 

I just realized that I haven't posted the latest chapter of Ruth and Megan yet, so here it is. 
----- It was just another Saturday at home. Ruth was curled up in her usual armchair, nose buried in the biography of Alexander Hamilton, an American statesman and one of the founders of the United States of America itself. It was fascinating really, what the man did and all the hard work he went through in his forty-something years of life.
Megan was on the sofa, feet propped up on the coffee table. A bottle of bright red nail polish sat next to her, its contents being carefully painted on her toe nails. It brought out the color of her hair, her friends told her. She was going to a party that night - a big one. Lots of people from in and out of town were going to be there. And if she was going to meet new people, she was going to meet them in style.
Suddenly, the front door burst open.
“Lo and behold! The mighty Alexander-”
His speech was cut short by a nerf dart to the head. “O…

Under The Moonlight

Hullo.

So a few weeks ago on 29th September, I went to my best friends' high school graduation (because we're no longer in the same school; plus, I graduated from high school over a year ago). The moment I arrived at the ceremony, I was washed away with lots of story ideas. Hence, the birth of this short story that I've been writing since 3rd October (didn't get to finish it till yesterday). 

So here you go, "Under The Moonlight". 

P.S. Dhiv, if you're reading this (of course you'll be reading this, I told you to), LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DOOOOOOO. 

*PLAYS "LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO" BY TAYLOR SWIFT ON FULL BLAST*
----- This was a bad idea. That was the first thought that came to my mind when I arrived at the park. The sun had only set a good fifteen minutes or so, but the sky was already splashed with ink. Fairy lights adorned the trees, twirling and dancing on the branches. Senior students dressed in fancy gowns and crisp tuxedos, looking profession…